In some respects, I am perhaps the stupidest person you will ever meet.
In the last month or two:
I have ordered two t-shirts online, only to give my postal address as the house next door, which isn't actually occupied for the majority of the time, as its owner uses it for holiday rentals.
I realised this mistake, corrected it, then, a number of weeks later, made it again, this time with a number of academic references, transcripts, etc.
I left my wallet on a bus, never got it back.
Then I left a €50 note and two little things with which to blow bubbles on a bus, and never got them back
Then I left a hamper worth €70 on a bus, had to drive around Dublin in Christmas-shopping traffic for an hour to get it back, and then did so. So this one at least has a happy ending.
The t-shirt I ordered appears to be the wrong fit for the person for whom it was bought.
I have forgotten what else I've forgotten.
I'm like an absent-minded genius without the genius. Alas.
P.S. (21/12/2008) After asking friends and family in various parts of the country to look for an essay entitled "Weighted Voting," being told it can't be found, and having one of them root through my paper-folders and post me a hard copy of the essay, and printing all 4,500 words of it up again, found it right under my nose, as a file entitled "A Better Egalitarianism."
I have ordered two t-shirts online, only to give my postal address as the house next door, which isn't actually occupied for the majority of the time, as its owner uses it for holiday rentals.
I realised this mistake, corrected it, then, a number of weeks later, made it again, this time with a number of academic references, transcripts, etc.
I left my wallet on a bus, never got it back.
Then I left a €50 note and two little things with which to blow bubbles on a bus, and never got them back
Then I left a hamper worth €70 on a bus, had to drive around Dublin in Christmas-shopping traffic for an hour to get it back, and then did so. So this one at least has a happy ending.
The t-shirt I ordered appears to be the wrong fit for the person for whom it was bought.
I have forgotten what else I've forgotten.
I'm like an absent-minded genius without the genius. Alas.
P.S. (21/12/2008) After asking friends and family in various parts of the country to look for an essay entitled "Weighted Voting," being told it can't be found, and having one of them root through my paper-folders and post me a hard copy of the essay, and printing all 4,500 words of it up again, found it right under my nose, as a file entitled "A Better Egalitarianism."