Twenty four hour clock

For one minute each evening the digital clock on the oven in kitchen read 24:00. In general I don't have much affection for ovens, but I feel a special affinity for this one if only because it either can't tell time properly or else is trying to audition for a part in 24.

In an ideal world, I'd be posting something marginally more interesting than frippery about kitchen clocks, but the thing I've been trying to write for the past couple of days (and it's not an especially exciting thing, lest ye be getting your hopes up, just my feelings about some of Disney's recent actions) seems to be going nowhere and I've been searching for distractions. I keep going through the annoying phase of thinking of something interesting or clever to say, writing it down, and then finding out that it doesn't appear so clever or interesting in black and white.

It's all very irritating.

There are probably several more interesting things I should be doing right now, like asking Simon if he was serious about UI stuff in Cambridge, but I'm really quite awful about getting around to stuff like that, so I'll probably put it off for a while yet.