Desk-space
Scotty has a huge amount of collected stuff that he keeps on his desk. It's stored in a more sorted fashion than the stack-based system that I use, but there's a problem that Scott doesn't seem to have enough desk space for his needs. Occasionally Scotty things drift over to my beautiful, clean, pristine desk-space that I haven't fouled with 8-month-old bug notes. I don't think Scott's realised that my little line of candles, chocolate, hackey-sacks and business-cards-cubes actually marks my territory, but it does. I had to move a server off my desk today.

Sam
Sam hasn't gone home yet. Neither have I. But Sam doesn't have a good excuse. He's probably still working, he's not drunk, and he's not exhausted from hackey-sack or recovering from Indian.

Rock-climbing
Karen, our temp-secretary, is going to come rockclimbing with us on Sunday. This is very good. Karen's very nice, but it's a shame she's stuck in a temp-secretary job. She's got a lot more skills than that, but her visa stops her from working in any one spot for too long.

Life
It's a shame we only get one of them each. Life's so good I'd really like to have three lives -- like in pacman. Anyone have any paths to immortality?