Last month I was on about communicating with Little Green Men. Here's an essay which absolves Enrico Fermi from ever articulating The Fermi Paradox about the existence of intelligent life Out There.
I know you're dying to know what happened on Wednesday about the Strike. I wasn't allowed to work-work and the day was fine-sunny-winter so I had a productive day cleaning house and tidying up the brash from a fallen tree. I was rostered for picket duty between 1500-1700 and turned up in a shirt and fleecy; that was fine at 3pm but it was well chilly as the street lights came on. Note to Self: wear funeral overcoat next time: you're not as young as you were. There was a tiny bit of coverage on Newstalk, and some desultory and predictable comments at The Journal. Including the helpful "Oh, by the way don’t strike on a day when the election is announced."
And it's Eddie Izzard's birthday today: