<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Blog on tigger.dev</title><link>https://tigger.dev/tags/blog/</link><description>Recent content in Blog on tigger.dev</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-gb-oed</language><copyright>© Tadhg O'Brien</copyright><lastBuildDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 10:37:11 +0100</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://tigger.dev/tags/blog/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Goddamned Clocks!</title><link>https://tigger.dev/goddamned-clocks/</link><pubDate>Mon, 31 Mar 2025 10:37:11 +0100</pubDate><guid>https://tigger.dev/goddamned-clocks/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;
As my mother reminded me of the change of our clocks yesterday, it landed upon me as a smirk since it reminded me of the rather insane rabbit hole I went down the last time I wrote about it here.&lt;/p&gt;
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But then I was caught out twice. Our digital devices change themselves automatically, from my phone to computer to the cheap analogue clock I got in Lidl for €10 that updates itself from a mysterious radio tower somewhere. So of course it was my father&amp;#39;s analogue kitchen clock that caught me out. The usual pantomime around this device is for it to tell the wrong time for at least ten days before I get impatient and change it myself.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>