Da Vinci Bollocks

No, not a new recently-discovered masterpiece. Instead, the Vatican has come out with a lecture about why the Da Vinci Code is bollocks. (OK, they didn’t phrase it quite like that, but hey, artistic licence and all that)

Frankly, who cares? Anyone who’s brain-dead enough to think that The Da Vinci Code is anything other than utter shite – admittedly, page-turning shite, but utter shite all the same – doesn’t deserve to have it explained to them, they deserve to receive a tattoo on their forehead saying “Gullible Fuckwit”. Ideally written in reverse, so that it makes sense every time they look in the mirror.

The Da Vinci Code is toss. Badly-written pulp novel toss, albeit with sales figures that feature in Tom Clancy’s wet dreams. I’ve read it. It’s toss. That’s my critical opinion of it. And of Dan Brown‘s other books too. Toss. All of ’em. I’m not jealous – fair play, he’s written a pile of shit, and made millions from it. Good for him. But to start linking it with reality is the sign of nothing more than epic levels of brain injury in lots of people.

As for debunking the theories in it, or explaining where they’re wrong, well all I can say is that the Vatican really hasn’t got its collective brain round the conspiracy theory idea yet, has it? “A denial is as good as an ovation to a rumour”, and all those other bon mots. But quite honestly the more people who stand up and say “the Da Vinci Code is bollocks, and knows it”, the better. But denying it is just going to make the tinfoil-hat brigade believe all the more. I bet the bloody thing sells in its hundreds around Area 51, and at the “Kennedy didn’t really die, it was all a plot, like when they faked the moon-landings” school of bullshit, Texas.


ePlumber

God, you’ve just got to love people sometimes, haven’t you?

The BBC has a story about the first (and I hesitate to use the terminology) ‘digital plumbers’ having qualified from their course.

The “digital plumbing” qualification – CompTIA HTI+ – has been set up with the help of funding from Yorkshire Forward investment.

The course will make sure that dedicated certified professionals have the expertise to install and maintain home networks, providing a “one stop shop” for people.

Fair enough, I know that networking home stuff can be a total twunt to do, but “digital plumbers”? Give me a break.


Very Amusing. Not.

It seems that someone in the office has taken “Comic Relief” to mean “have a laugh in the bogs”, and block every single toilet with paper, so they won’t flush.

Ha fucking ha.


Accessories

I’m sure that it’s been linked to everywhere else already, but I do have to say that I think this is one of the best knife-racks I’ve ever seen.

Want, want, want.


Blame Allocation

God, you’ve just got to love people sometimes. While I’m dealing with my own blame allocation issues here, up in Carlisle they’re blaming a stone carved with a 16th Century curse for their recent run of bad luck including flooding, job losses and the local football team doing badly.

Bizarre, but true.


Delayed

I was late in for work this morning – but that’s a rant for another day.

However, I sent an email in at about 8.30 telling them I would be late. At 11, just as I was coming in, I got a call from the Manager asking where I was.

Now, if someone was late – in an IT department, no less – wouldn’t YOU check your fucking email first? Yeah, me too.


Grrr

It’s going to be one of those weeks. Over the last fortnight I’ve been working on some reports that needed doing. Except I’ve no bloody idea what I’m doing, or why, or how the reports are supposed to look, or – to be honest – anything to do with this task. Which isn’t ideal. Any time I’ve been asked how it’s going, the response has been along the lines of

Well, I know fuck all about the system, the methods, the reports, and how it all goes together. I’m still waiting after [x] days for the information you promised. And I’ve no idea whether what I’m doing is correct or is a total waste of time. Other than that, it’s great.

As I’ve discovered today, it’s only the last sentence that has been sinking in. Sarcasm is obviously an unknown device here. And now we’ve got the clients coming in at the end of the week, and institutional panic has set in. Along with blame allocation.

Why didn’t you tell me you were having problems?

I did. Every day. You just chose to not bother.

This has not gone down well.

*sigh*