Countdown at Zero

RIP Richard Whitely. Manufacturers of manky ties everywhere are going to hang their knots at half-mast in respect for a man who promoted their wares so selflessly.


NIN remixed

I just wanted to say a quick thanks to Dan for pointing me towards the top 20 tracks in the remixing competition for Nine Inch Nail’s “The Hand That Feeds”. I downloaded all of them at work, and over the last couple of days I’ve listened to all of them, and a damn good set they are too.


Observation

After a week I’ve so far found only one (very very minor) detraction for the new job. Or, more accurately, a distraction rather than a detraction. Yeah, that’s more like it.

In CrapCo I was nowhere near a window – and even if I had been, it wouldn’t really have mattered, because there was fuck all of interest outside. It was just that it was outside. When you work for a company like CrapCo you suddenly realise the power that things outside the company posess. But in the new place I’m right by a window, and I look out over a couple of busy roads.

The opportunities for people-watching are endless. And distracting. All in all, it’s nothing special, and it does give me something to focus on while my brain’s AWOL with things like CSS, redesign, and XHTML going on inside it. But it does lead to a lot of potential for just sitting looking out the window while the brain churns. Which, of course, means I look like I’m doing sod-all.

In the same vein, it does make me think about how odd people are sometimes when they don’t know anyone’s watching them. And seeing people slip on wet pavements and steel pavement fittings is still fantastically comical.

The other side of it is that because I can touch-type pretty well, I can type stuff out while looking out of the window. Which is what I’ve just done while writing this, even though I’m going to delay it’s publish date ’til tomorrow when I’m away…


Away again

I’m away in Norfolk again this weekend. Fun stuff like parties, celebrations, and the like. Had to take a train to Norwich (£45 later…) which was a bit painful, but at least we’ll be driving back, which isn’t too bad.

Have a good weekend, one and all.


First Week

Well, all’s going nicely so far at the new job. I’ve managed to make a fair bit of progress, although there’s still some confusion about what actually needs doing first. But there we go, that’s nothing unusual.

In the meantime I’ve :

  • set up the new PC – which is a storming bit of kit
  • set up air-con units and the like
  • downloaded and installed the Apache webserver, PHP, and MySQL, and got them all working smoothly
  • sorted out a demo site, and plundered all the existing website’s code so I can start altering it all
  • looked at three or four different design ideas, as part of the brief may well end up being to sort out the site in an accessible version that still looks good (at the moment it’s very “designed”)
  • completed all the relevant paperwork etc. for starting a new job
  • figured out an awful lot of how they’re currently doing stuff
  • and

  • thoroughly enjoyed all of ity

Not bad for a first week, really. Particularly when it was only four days in the first place!


Official TD Mascot

Blimey – apparently I’m Troubled Diva’s most stereotypical reader. Who’d have thought it?

As such, the very nice man is going to send me a TD mug for my typicality.

And as for Anna‘s superb attempts to win the mug, they’re brilliant too – particularly the awful poetry!


Rainy

Hallelujah, the weather’s broken and it’s finally raining for a while. I’ve just been out in it, and I think it’s the first time I’ve been cool in a week.

What does amaze me though is – unsurprisingly – how stupid people are. While in the shops, every other person in the queue was complaining that it was raining now, and it’d been fine when they left for work, so they hadn’t bothered with jackets/ umbrellas/ whatever.

I’m sorry, but the weather reports have been full of this for a week. “Friday’s going to bring rain, storms, thunder, lightning”. Every report I’ve seen has said that. It’s even been on the BBC news website. Hard to miss that level of information, really, isn’t it. But no, because there was sun in the sky at 8am, everyone seems to have assumed that it’ll be fine all day, and they don’t need anything, despite all the stories to the contrary. And then they’re complaining about it. I despair.

As for the fuckwits who just stand in doorways waiting for the rain to stop, words fail me. Particularly when you try to get past them, and they just give you an incredulous look, as if to say “But it’s raining. You can’t go outside in that. You’ll melt or something.” It’s bloody water. Nothing more, nothing less. It’s cool, and when all’s said and done, I’ll dry off. Now fuck off and get out of my way, you poor pathetic cuntwit bastard.