An Hiatus Threatens

That's "A Gap" For The Non-Pseuds Out There
     Of late I've been posting two blogs per day, because Conrad is nothing if not verbose, shading into almost-chatty at times.  Tonight I need to speed along, as the pub quiz is in but 48 minutes, and in that time Conrad also has to scrape the day's dirt from his aged and crocodilian skin - have a shower, in plain English.
     So!  Let us proceed apace, for the game's afoot*.

I've no idea what this is, but it looks impressive, doesn't it?

RAJAR
     If you read today's earlier blog, then you'll know all about RAJAR and I won't need to explain it, will I?
     Because, with my sinister off-world alien technology, it's an easy thing, O! so easy, to discover who amongst you didn't read today's earlier blog, and then there'll be trouble, oh yes <Mister Hand intervenes to apply an ice-pack to that throbbing vein in Conrad's temple and point out that time is short>
     - ah yes thank you Mister Hand.
     RAJAR!  If, for any reason, you would like to know exactly how your favourite radio station is doing, or even your hated, reviled, despised and loathed radio station is doing, RAJAR is your website of choice.

Forgot to add this screenshot

     One supposes that "RAJAR" is pronounced "Rajah", which proves that some web designers have a sense of humour.  Not much of one, but it's still there.

Stationery Supplies Laid In
     Poor Chris.  I refer to one of our team leaders at work.  Every month he sends out a request for stationery supplies to his staff.  Harrassed, under time pressure, targets to hit daily, with a set of senior managers looking over his shoulder and a crew of rapscallion ne'er-do-wells to run, he consistently mis-spells it "stationary", and every single member of his team helpfully points this out.

What Chris probably has over his head on these days.  No! A black cloud, not a bottle of wine.  Although ...

     Tenuous though the connection is, Conrad had to lay in supplies of his own.  The annotation of dialogue in his chosen novel is proving mightily expensive in terms of A4 paper and pens, his notebook is nearly full and those highlighters sitting in his pencil case are at least five years old.

Damn!  Couldn't get narrow-ruled with double feint margin.

     Oh the trials and tribulations of being an aspirant screenwriter.

Keep Thee Away, Cat!
     As also mentioned, with photographic proof, Jenny chewed my i-pod earphones into a slimy useless mess, so Conrad has been forced to buy new ones.

Yes. Mitec, not Yourtec, JENNY!

     Although Conrad looked high, low and in between, he didn't see any that were "Catproof" so once again he needs to be careful where these get left.

A Combination of Cat, Kraken and Stationary**
     I have blogged before how cats have the mysterious ability to be exactly where you don't want them.  If Conrad leaves a book on the kitchen table, Jenny or Beej will come along and sit on it.  Shoo them away - they come back and sit on it.  Turn your back - there they are, sitting on it with a "Yeah? What?" expression.
     Here is the evidence:

Shakes fist at cat!

     A set of dirty brown pawprints over my notes, notes that I'd done just enough for that I didn't want to start all over again.
     Grrrrr!  One day, Jenny, one day!

* The game isn't actually your pedal extremities, it's a saying.
** Yes, I know