Now that's my kind of motorcycle.

In other news, I really, really have to get started on the important stuff, rather than thinking "I'll start that once I've done X". Procrastination is my enemy.

In other other news, it remains Far Too Fucking Hot. The aircon at $ORK is set to "just too high" and is thus hot enough that I want nothing but sleep. Of course, this is because the ends of the L-shaped playpen 150-person "office"[0] are apparently as cold as people can stand. These are the same ends that either wear gloves and thick jackets while it's fine for us at the corner in winter, or they've got it fine and we've got heatstroke. They don't have jackets and gloves because it's winter, so apparently we have to boil. My comments that it is because of the ludicrous size of the playpen have been ignored. I know I'm not going to win this one, ever since we were told that the extra power-points we've all been given "aren't rated" and thus Must Not Be Used for desk-fans or anything else that might bring the temperature down to a sensible level.

[0]: An office should seat at most 6 people, though knocking through a wall so that an entire team can sit and share jokes work together is almost permissable, as the members of the team still have a bit of privacy if they think and move their monitors. 150 people in one room is far too fucking big to call an office, but I can't think of a proper term for such a place. Cubicles would be an improvement.