I could not survive without lists. I have a brain like a sieve, and lists are my way of getting through the days. Shopping, To Do, Wish, Life Goals, Favourite vegetables... I can put things on, I can tick things off. Gotta love lists.

We in the West don't like to change. Oh we like the idea of it, sure enough. We like leaping on our high horses about climate change and 'Doing Our Bit'. But it would seem we're only happy to Do Our Bit if we can do it within our own comfort zone. Look around you. Look at Smart cars, bio-diesel, carbon off-setting and kerbside recycling. How to save the planet without actually having to lift a finger. How about, and here's a radical thought; how about not owning a car at all. How about not flying.

I find the reaction to Sony's PS3 Game, Resistance: Fall of Man really interesting. The game reportedly depicts a bloody shoot-out inside Manchester Cathedral - something which church leaders have described as "desecration".

Here's a Life Lesson I should have learned years ago, which I will share with the unwary: When choosing a quick lunch to be eaten in a public space, don't go into a Yorkshire sandwich shop. No, go to Boots or something. Get a couple of damp, compact triangles with some obedient sliced chicken stuffed into the front. Something that's not going to embarrass you. Do not struggle with your food; eat discreetly.

It's been a while since I've danced. But yesterday's Guardian interview with Tim van Eyken reminds me of what I've been neglecting.

I do try really hard not to get "religious" about Free Software. Afterall, everybody has their own motivations and requirements with computing, and I'd no more insist you use a particular set of software than I would tell you what clothes to wear. However, where computer software is used in education, I am more concerned.

Well, it happens most days actually. I sometimes have seal children, or tiger children; once I had two small pilot whales running around the kitchen. But today it was penguins. Not sure what kind - Emperor I think, given the noise. They pitter pattered in the kitchen, swaying and honking as they struggled through an Antartic blizzard. It was too much for the littler one to cope with, and he had to stop for a rest on his daddy's feet. But they made it to the bedroom eventually.