Polymath or Hobbyist with Commitment Issues?

I play guitar, I play mandolin, I draw cartoons, I write poetry, I build robots, I write simulators, I read novels, I walk up hills, I take photos of gnarled tree roots...

I think about the vortex model of the solar system, the complexity of the physics of bouncing hair, the nature of implied pain, the mental graphics of quadratics rotated through the t-axis

I keep promising myself that I will finish a letter, complete a painting, make the robot I just built from junk do something useful...

Yet I suffer from procrastination as if it were an arthritis of the mind...

Am I so diverse that I am physically unable to focus, or am I....as my mother always told me...as my wife still tells me...as my boss has often said....

Just a lazy freaking a-hole!!!????

I'd like to argue my nature, but I can't be bothered today.

The Agrodynamics of Pockets

And Other Annoying Stuff About Garments, Car Seats and Dollar Store Glasses*

Long Story - I'm currently driving a rental car.*

It's a V6.

It's old, but a luxury model (Yes, it has a tapedeck...)

It's a smooth, fast drive.

But it has upholstery from Hell!!!!

The fabric is full of what would now be called "microfibres" - under a large lens, the strands would look like ineverted fishing hooks.

What initially feels like a cross between velveteen and corduroy soon proves to be a devious mechanism to pull down pants: When you slide down the seat, nothing happens, but when you slide up, your legs are losing a battle with the velcroid fabric to gain ownership of your trousers.

As I fidget a lot when I drive, I end up with hipsters by the time I need to alight...

Which has reminded me of an age old gripe of mine about cars seats and pockets. Since I normally drive a ute (Bakkie to a South African, Pickup Truck to everyone else), my seats are upright, and the bum part is horizontal.

But in a passenger car, the seats are angled back. You may think this is for safety, but I think not.

It's for annoyance.

Like the trolls who fill the net with drivel, knowing it will wreak havoc, every time you sit in your vehicle, it tries to mug you...your wallet and phone slide down the inverse hill, and somehow always end up in that slot between the seat belt clip and the seat where by an immutable law of lossodynamics, you can only find stuff when you've already looked there 6 times!

Anyone else hate this stuff????

*Editor's note...I thought I'd lost this blog (Possibly down by the seatbelt clip) - I originally wrote it around July or August last year and so, no, I'm no longer driving a rental, but yes, I still hate bloody pocket designers who clearly don't use pockets!