Short-Term Memory…. Um?

On occasion, I’m beginning to worry about my short-term memory.

A few times now I’ve been looking at a webpage, and thinking “Oh yeah, I need to go there, haven’t looked at that in a while”, I open a new tab in the web browser, and then *blank* can I remember what I was just thinking? Can I hell.

I’m sure there was something else I was going to say here…. *grin*


“Royal” Visitations

Yesterday, Wokingham had a visit from the Countess of Wessex, or “Sophie thingy” as she’s known. One of the more useless royals, along with her husband.

Anyway, in order to “protect” her from the “crowds” (To whit, no-one. Not a fucking one. No-one cared, or was likely to. And it was only the local Lions she was visiting anyway – hey, talk about high-powered. *cough*) the entourage consisted of :

  • One Chauffer-driven Audi A6
  • Two Close-Protection Bunch Range Rovers with two plods in each
  • Five plods on motorbikes and
  • another six all propping up the walls of the town hall

All for absolutely sod-all. SIXTEEN bloody people to protect one minor minor royal on a day-trip to a meeting with a bunch of local Lions Club members. I believe this could be filed under “Overkill”.

How good to see my council tax money going to such good use. *cough*


Navigation Revisited

Following on from the post last week (if not the week before, but I can’t be arsed to check) about “mystery navigation” etc., I’ve decided that for the moment I’ll make the navigation stuff more visible.

I don’t know if it’ll make any real differences – I suspect not, after all this time – but I figure I might as well at least have a look and see how we do with a bit more “user friendliness”…


Akismet

In the continuing fight against comment spam, I’ve installed a new (well, new to me, anyway) plug-in on WordPress called Akismet. It’s been recommended by various people, so I thought I’d give it a thrash as there’s been an amount of stuff that SpamKarma was letting through, and it’s also been flagging up certain people (mainly Gordon and Pix (oops, and Tom – sorry!)) as spam-commenters, which of course they’re not.

So I’ll see how it goes – I’m sure a report will follow…


Oops

If you’re using a colour scheme other than “Worksafe” or “Inverted”, you’ll notice that something’s gone tits-up on the layout of the page.

I’m working on it, honest.

In the meantime, you may want to click here and change the colour-scheme to Worksafe for the moment… Sorry for the fuck-up – I don’t know what’s caused it.

UPDATED : Ah, fixed it. Yay me. I’d screwed up some stuff, but all is resurrected to normality again now. *Makes note to do a complete back-up*


Asking For It

In today’s “local” news on the BBC, it appears that police are warning drivers not to leave sat-nav units in their cars when unattended. To me, this really isn’t rocket science. Apparently to a lot of people it is.

When I walk anywhere, I tend to notice what’s in cars. I don’t know why – I guess I’m just nosy, really – but I do pay attention. And it’s quite amazing the number of people who do leave expensive stuff out on view when they’ve parked up. Now yes, maybe it is “only for a couple of minutes” – although a lot are at least overnight – but still, you’ve got to be pretty bloody dumb to leave the sat-nav in it’s cradle, with only a window to “protect” it. Same applies for the people who strong leave their phones in their cars, and even their wallets.

All in all, the “don’t leave valuables in the car” message has now been circulating for at least a decade, if not two. As we carry more and more valuable stuff around with us, it would seem sensible to be more aware, but instead people seem to still make use of the “It’ll never happen to me” mentality that drives me utterly bananas.

So far as I’m concerned, if you leave valuable stuff like sat-nav, mobiles, money, cameras etc. visible in the car – and a lot of people do – then you should be prepared to lose it. And of course if you’ve been a numpty and left it there visible, the insurance won’t pay out for it either – in fact, it’s like a tax for idiots. Works for me…


The Book Title Meme

From Gordon comes a rather interesting meme-tag thingy…

1. The Dying Of Delight – “Briefly describe an aspect of your life for which ‘The Dying Of Delight’ would be an apt title.â€?

  My delight died a long time ago. At the time I didn’t know what it was I was losing, or that it would still bother me so long after it went. I didn’t know what I was doing, I was too young to understand the choices I was making, or that were being made for me.
  Looking back, I wonder whether I would change those events – so life-changing in so many ways, I know that if I were to change them, I would be a very different person today. But at the same time, because of those events and the way they changed me, I now sit in a place where I can understand myself well, and by extension can also identify with many other people, and empathise with their lives. Would I change that? I don’t know.
  The man who changed me is dead now, I can’t go back and ask him why, I can’t change things, or get questions answered now that at the time I deemed irrelevant. Now, though, I would like answers, and they are as unobtainable as a jar of moonlight.

2. Woken Furies – “Pick another book whose title has some resonance in your life, and write a little about it.â€?

I guess that the entire concept of “Woken Furies” resonates with me quite a bit, the concept of revenge, of letting ones anger and fury freeze over, to wait years even decades for the perfect time when that fury could be thawed out, woken up, and used in the most powerful and righteous way possible. In a different universe, or a parallel existence, I could have found myself becoming a truly vengeful person, wanting retribution against those who have wronged me, or even – in an extreme case – those who I think have wronged me.

3. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time – “Write one more short personal piece – one which matches the book title chosen (in part 2) by the person who tagged you.â€?
Why is it that dogs only ever choose to bark through the night at the times when you’re most exhausted, and most in need of sleep?
(How’s that for short?)

4. Wireless, by Jack O’Connell – “Take your favourite little-known book and plug it to your readers. Authors need incomes, and word of mouth is one of the best ways to sell books.â€?

I never quite figured out why I love Wireless so much. It’s a very odd story where you never actually find out who two of the main protagonists are, and where strange things happen for various reasons. Centring (loosely) around a bar called Wireless, but looking at hackers, radio jammers, DJs, talk radio, and a whole lot of other things, it grabbed me on the first read and has been one I regularly return to ever since.

Jack O’Connell’s work isn’t for everyone – most of my friends have absolutely hated the stuff he’s written, mainly (I think) because it’s a) bloody weird, and b) a lot of it is obscure and seems to go nowhere. Box Nine was memorable, Wireless I love, Skin Palace is good, and Word Made Flesh is just supremely weird. He seems to have disappeared off the face of the planet now, although I’d love to see something new come about.
5. Sit back and marvel at the magnificence of this meme.
It was brought to you by an out-of-breath author, reduced (on account of her publisher having expired) to trundling copies of her book across the internet on a rusty old trolley with one wheel missing, sweating and shouting “Buy me book, Gov?� Now visit www.TheDyingOfDelight.co.uk and see if you’d like a copy for yourself.

6 .Tag five people with this meme
Hmm, a couple of people have already been tagged with this who I’d have asked (Karen and Gordon), so I guess it’ll have to be :


Reversal of Fortune

OK, picture this scenario…

You’re driving in a carpark, and have just gone over a (slightly) raised walkway when you realise there’s a parking space behind you (back over that walkway). Do you…

  1. Ignore it, drive forwards, and park in the free spot that’s about three car-lengths in front of you (although in fairness you haven’t spotted this one yet, as you’re so focussed on the one behind you)
  2. Check the mirror, and drive backwards slowly, checking for pedestrians on the walkway or
  3. Slam the car into reverse, and go backwards as fast as possible without checking for anything at all, and not even looking in the mirror

Knobby today, of course, did c) . So I slapped the back of his car with my hand, to let him know I was there, and not quite prepared to be run over. The dumb fuckwad hadn’t even seen me.

Mind you, the look of shock on his face when he realised was really quite amusing…


Aviation

Last night was the closest I’ve been to murder in quite a while. And it all comes down to bloody animals. (Again)

As it was, I was completely knackered, and for once just wanted to sleep. So, of course, Psycho Cat decided to sleep on the bed too, right against my legs. First of all, he was using his special “heavier than lead” talent to make sure I couldn’t move the little shit, let alone try to get my legs back under the covers once they got chilly during the night. And then when I tried moving him again, the fucker stuck all his claws into my calf – just a warning, to say “Oi, I’m here” , like I didn’t know already.

Anyway, when that happens, the cat gets a flying lesson. Nothing hard, but he still comes off the bed at speed. Thing is, he doesn’t learn.

Overall, the little bastard had four flying lessons last night before sodding off and sleeping in the chair. And my calf muscle looks like it’s been attacked by a cactus…


Dara O’Briain, Concert Hall, Reading

I’ve been a fairly long-term fan of Dara O’Briain since seeing him host Have I Got News For You, being on QI, and also the set he did on Jack Dee at the Apollo. So when I saw he was doing a UK tour, and playing at Reading’s Concert Hall, I got the tickets pretty quickly.

So quickly, in fact, that we were on the second row of the audience. Which would’ve been great, except that we arrived ten minutes after he’d started. Oh bugger. So yes, the next ten minutes or so involved Yours Truly being quizzed by Yer Man. Thankfully I’m not the kind of person who curls up and dies under interrogation, so I was OK – but all the same, it’s kind of weird, being pointed out and having a conversation with the star of the evening. Bloody funny, though.

And yes, he really was the star of the evening. It’s nice to see a comedian interacting with the audience, finding out stuff about people there, and then using that in the show, rather than just going through a scripted exercise which, while still funny, still loses something in comparison to the way this one was done.

So, so many subjects were covered, including (in no particular order) Air Traffic Control, the champion cow-milker, Wensleydale cows, Bracknell car-thieves (admittedly one of my own contributions), religion, marriage, Fosters, rugby, and many many others.

If you get a chance, go and see the tour. Yer man’s feckin’ awesome.


Testing Drugs

Unless you’ve been living in a cave in the desert this week, you’ll know that there’s been a fair amount of hysteria about human drug trials this week, following six people being seriously ill having done a first human test.

Of course, now we’re getting all the shit about “we should never do human trials again”, which seems to me to be missing a couple of pretty relevant points. As Reynolds points out, the drugs that are now being used to treat these men were also tried on humans at some point – they had to be, to get approval in the first place. If human trials are banned, how will any more drugs become approved? Running them on a simulated human in a computer system is all well and good, but then what happens when they’re approved following simulacra testing, and it turns out something was wrong in the sim, and it kills people or harms them in the real world?

Human testing is one of those things that happens. It’s an essential part of drug development, and as such we will always need volunteers to put themselves up for this. Of course, in years gone past, and in cultures now thankfully gone, the people who were the guinea-pigs for new drugs weren’t volunteers at all, but were prisoners of war, people in jails, conscripted soldiers, or “lesser members of society” (in the eyes of that society, anyway) who were seen as sub-human, but who were good for things like this, where in effect it didn’t matter if the results of the trial were fatal or harmful, the victims/subjects could just be buried and forgotten. I don’t want to go back to a society or a perspective like that – but that’s the alternative, forcing people to test these things if people won’t volunteer to do it.

I’ve considered taking part in medical trials before – and been right up to the final selection levels. Personally, I feel that if someone objects to testing drugs on animals, then they should be prepared to stand in the place of those animals and allow the tests to happen on themselves instead. Having the courage of one’s convictions, and all that jazz.

All the people who volunteered to take part in this trial gave their consent. They were made aware of the potential risks, and what could happen. Of course this result was unexpected – and I suspect that the volunteers had the standard human thought-process of “It won’t happen to me”, if indeed they even really thought about the true potential effects of trialling these drugs.

If I’m honest, the potential for life-altering – and potentially long-term damage and alteration – was what put me off going through with the tests and trials. On a cynical point of view, the test I was going for also didn’t pay enough for those potential long-term risks. But I can understand why people do submit to these trials, and I’d hate to see the alternatives make a comeback…


Altering Attitudes

This morning something quite special happened. Absolutely irrelevant to anyone else, but still, sod it, I’m going to write a little bit about it.

I’ve been with Herself now for heading towards 2 years, (about 21 months currently, if anyone cares about accuracy) and living with her now for just over a year (about 14 months, ditto). In all that time, Hound has been getting used to me, and allowing me to do more stuff with her – it started with walks, following commands, feeding her, playing with her (well, being the primary ball-thrower etc.) and that kind of thing.

Again I should point out, feeding her is actually quite a big issue – she suffers from a throat condition called Megaoesophagus, which means we have to feed her dry food by hand. The Megaoesophagus means she can’t swallow properly, all the nerves in her throat are knackered, so she chokes on normal food, has to have a water bottle (like the one on a hamster cage, only bigger), and so on.

All this time, though, she’s always gone back to Herself for affection. I don’t mind – because of the throat condition and a bundle of other things, trust is a big issue for Hound, and she’s also so routine-driven she might as well be autistic. So of course a “new” person was always going to be a bit of a shock to the system/routine, and these things take time to figure out. Particularly for dogs.

Anyway, and to get back to the point of this post, this morning – for the first time ever – Hound actually came over to me for a stroke, and a scratch behind the ears. She even rolled over and let me scratch her belly. And all this got witnessed by herself too.

So yes, I’m actually pretty chuffed. No good reason really, but all the same, I’m happy about it.


New Expressions

OK, now here’s a question:

Is it a bad thing to teach one’s American colleagues the following expressions, and then see them in use in emails that’re heading further up the command chain in the company?

  1. Turd Polishing
  2. ClusterFuck Fairy (as in “I see we’ve been visited again by the ClusterFuck Fairy”)
  3. and

  4. “Couldn’t find his arse with both hands and a flashlight”

Increasing Weirdity

Sometimes I get spam mails that are just too weird for words. In this case I can’t even see what the catch is – I must be missing something…

Dear Sir/Madam
My name is Mrs. Jenny Brooks, I am a dying woman who have decided to donate what I have to you/ church. I am 59 years old and I was diagnosed for cancer for about 2 years ago, immediately after the death of my husband, who has left me everything he worked for.

I have been touched by God to donate from what I have inherited from my late husband to you for the good work of God, rather than allow my relatives to use my husband hard earned funds ungodly. Please pray that the good Lord forgive me my sins. I have asked God to forgive me and I believe he has because He is a merciful God. I will be going in for an operation in less than one hour.

I decided to WILL/donate the sum of $2,500,000 (two million five hundred thousand dollars) to you for the good work of the lord, and also to help the motherless and less privilege and also for the assistance of the widows.

At the moment I cannot take any telephone calls right now due to the fact that my relatives are around me and my health status. I have adjusted my WILL and my lawyer is aware I have changed my will you and he will arrange the transfer of the funds from my account to you.

I wish you all the best and may the good Lord bless you abundantly, and please use the funds well and always extend the good work to others. Contact my lawyer (Barrister Parker Brown) with this specified email: [dodgy@email.com] and tell him that I have WILLED ($2,500,000.00) to you and I have also notified him that I am WILLING that amount to you for a specific and good work. I know I don?t know you but I have been directed to do this. Thanks and God bless.

NB: I will appreciate your utmost confidentiality in this matter until the task is accomplished as I don’t want anything that will jeopardize my last wish. And Also I will be contacting with you by email as I don’t want my relation or anybody to know because they are always around me.

Regards,

Jenny Brooks (Mrs)

Now, isn’t that just amazingly bizarre?


Copper-tone Crap

Today (and in fact for most of this week) my work is going to filed under “Turd Polishing”. In other words, no matter how shiny and nice something may look, underneath it’s still just shit.

One of the main sites- and in fact the main revenue earner for the company at the moment – has a conversion rate (i.e. users who actually, like, buy stuff) of 0.05%. Yes, for every 10,000 people who visit the site, 5 people buy something. Or, if you like it another way – 99.95% of people who visit the site bugger off without buying anything.

And to be honest, I can’t blame ’em. The site is utter shit. It’s user-hostile, and breaks just about every rule of e-commerce. And last month the takings on it dropped by about half. No real reason for it, just people weren’t buying the stuff the site attempts to sell. But the powers-that-be don’t (yet) want to admit failure, raze it to the ground, and start again from scratch with something that actually works, and fulfils most of the user’s requirements. Oh no, that’d be too much like common sense. Instead, they want to do some bug-fixes and add in a competition that’ll (in theory) drive more users to the site.

Of course, more users on the site – particularly ones who aren’t even interested in what the site’s got to sell – means that that conversion figure is going to drop even lower – but somehow that little fact seems to have been missed by our board of genii.

So anyway, yes, I’m doing this competition stuff in a truly titanic piece of turd-polishing. *sigh*


Biobouncer.

Now here’s a scary development – BioBouncer (although it’s a bloody horrible name) Basically, it’s a facial recognition system for bars – it scans each customer’s face as they come in, and then can check it against a list of “undesirable” customers.

Using advanced facial recognition biometric technology, BioBouncer™ quickly and accurately identifies these potentially dangerous people as they walk in the door – so they don’t even have a chance to ruin someone else’s experience. Powered by a combination of patent pending performance enhancing software intricacies, BioBouncer™ captures facial images of all club patrons as they enter. These images are then matched against a database of individuals who have broken club policy in the past and who are not welcome anymore. Maybe they are known to carry a weapon, have been removed for violence, or violate the club’s illicit drug policy.

Should a match occur, an alert is sent to your security personnel via wireless network and informs them of the alert location, accompanied by a photograph of the individual. Depending on club protocol, your staff can react quickly and effectively to either remove the person or at least be aware of his location. And speed? BioBouncerâ„¢ matches against 1,000,000 faces in less than one-second.

And if you’re just an innocent punter, out for a night? Supposedly those images that aren’t needed or referenced are deleted at the end of the night.

As Bruce Schneier says in his Crypto-Gram email (which is where I got this from),

Anyone want to guess how long that “automatically flushed at the end of each night” will last? This data has enormous value. Insurance companies will want to know if someone was in a bar before a car accident. Employers will want to know if their employees were drinking before work — think airplane pilots. Private investigators will want to know who walked into a bar with whom. The police will want to know all sorts of things. Lots of people will want this data — and they’ll all be willing to pay for it.

And the data will be owned by the bars that collect it. They can choose to erase it, or they can choose to sell it.

It’s rarely the initial application that’s the problem. It’s the follow-on applications. It’s the function creep. Before you know it,
everyone will know that they are identified the moment they walk into a commercial building.


MultiMedia Messaging

Ah, O2 you bunch of fuckwits. Apparently they have decided on an arbitrary limit of 100Kb for media messages (i.e. sending a photo from your phone to someone elses). At its default setting, the XDA I now have takes photos that are 104Kb in size.

Now, what kind of sodding use is that, when you’re trying to send one? *sigh*


Sectarian

Ah, you’ve got to love a good bit of “OK ’til it affects me” hypocrisy when it rears its head.

In today’s great instance, Isaac Hayes has decided to stop doing Chef’s voice in South Park. Why? Because South Park is “bigoted” and has an “inappropriate ridicule of religion”. OK, now neither of those points are exactly revelations – if you’ve ever seen South Park you’ll know it doesn’t take any prisoners, and doesn’t really care who it offends.

What is offensive, though, is Hayes’ attitude. Over the years (as the creators say in the story) they’ve aimed at Christianity, Islam, Mormons and Jews. And Hayes has never complained. Now, though, they’ve aimed at Scientology, which just happens to be the religion Hayes is a member of. And all of a sudden it’s not funny any more.

How come? Is Scientology somehow better than any other religion? Or is it more of a “Not in MY Back Yard” (AKA “NIMBY”) reaction where it’s OK to take the piss out of something a person doesn’t believe in, but it’s not OK to poke fun at that person’s own beliefs? You know, I think it might just be the latter option…

Actually, I think that South Park might just be one of the more balanced programmes – in that it pokes fun at everything, rather than just one specific item.


Thinking About… Navigation

Over the weekend, Pete pointed out a piece about “mystery” navigation on websites that doesn’t tell people where they’re heading. He suggested it might be rather relevant to me, seeing as d4d™ does exactly that. (And I recently discovered that the rollovers for showing where you’re going when the mouse hovers over the button doesn’t actually work in IE – I’d always kind of assumed it did, and thus hadn’t tested it. Mea culpa)

Anyway, it’s something that I started off as a project on here, something where I was interested to see how people used it. Initially it actually had the look of buttons – using nasty Javascript rollovers and images – where you only knew where you were going once the mouse was already over the button. But it was ugly, so when I went over to CSS for the main bit of the site, I just kept it with text but still on the same theory, not knowing where you were going ’til the mouse was over the button.

You see, my theory is that most people actually navigate based on position, rather than necessarily reading the button that tells them where they’re going. (And yes, I realise there’s a fallacy to this for first time visitors – just bear with me, OK?) I’ve worked on sites where the navigation was truly dynamic, and altered itself so that the “most used” buttons for user ended up at the top of the navigation tree (Man, you should’ve seen the database behind that bugger) and so the nav was different for every regular user, and also changed as you used it.

However, it turned out people hated this – about 75% of the regular users would already have their mouse pointing at the place on the screen that held the button for where they wanted to go, and when that changed, it annoyed them. It’s the same kind of theory that annoys people when supermarkets change the shelf layout, or store position for certain items. People like patterns. People stick to patterns (for the most part) and thus reinforce those patterns.

So d4d™ went the other way – if you knew where you were going, it didn’t matter what the button said – and in fact it could say nothing at all. In many ways it’s an experiment that’s worked – but it’s also one I wouldn’t put onto a commercial site I was doing. When it’s commercial, you really pretty much have to make sure you’re open to everyone, with a particular focus on the first-time visitor. If they don’t like what they see, or find it hard to get round, then they won’t become a repeat visitor.

(I’ve currently also been trying to persuade work about this one, that dynamic nav might sound cool and look cool, but long-term it pisses people off and is epically counter-productive)


Excellent Technique

This morning:

[phone rings]
“Hello there sir, my names Josh and this is just a quick customer service call about your Orange phone”
“I don’t have an Orange phone. Never have.”
[*click*]

Short, sweet, and pithy. It doesn’t get much better, really.


Photos

Ok, yes, photos from Lake District break are up on Flickr – enjoy.


Tatty Cat

Way back in April last year, you may recall that Psycho Cat went to the vets to get the matted bits of fur shaved. As I said then, he’s a mucky little bastard – as yet I’ve still never seen him actually clean himself. I think he reckons that the dirty fur falls out, and that’s what keeps him *ahem* “clean”.

Come springtime, his fur gets all matted up into the feline equivalent of dreadlocks. It’s utterly revolting – if he’s deigned to let you stroke him (invariably at night, in bed, on dark sheets, so the white fur left afterwards looks as bad as possible) then you suddenly find your fingers caught in this lump of claggy fur. Utterly vile. And of course it makes it look like we don’t care for the crufty little git – other people on the street must be on the verge of calling the RSPCA half the time. (Mind you, if the RSPCA tried catching him, they’d need chainmail gloves, and faceshields)

Anyway, springtime has come, his fur’s disgusting, so today it was off to the vets for his de-matting. AKA “shaving the little git”. This involves a full anaesthetic for the cat, who is such a thug that when we make appointments for him at the vets, a bright red flashing warning comes up on their system about “teeth and claws” – the first time they tried it, the woman doing it needed stitches and a tetanus jab. Since then, the warning’s been in place. Can’t think why…

Of course, because of the general anaesthetic, we can’t feed him for 12 hours beforehand. So from 4am this morning he’s been starving, making as much noise as possible to get attention and get us to feed him. Not great on my first day back to work post-holiday. I could’ve throttled the little sod once he started running around under the bed and scratching the carpet to wake us up. But no, I was good.

I’m looking forward to seeing what they’ve done to him this time – I’ve asked again for a full poodle-esque trim, in the vain hope that he might be ashamed of the state he’s in, and maybe tidy himself up a bit, the dirty little fucker. I doubt they’ll do it though…


Tap Tap Tappety

Is it only me that finds it quite ironic when there’s a furore about Commissioner Ian Blair recording a phone call about – um – the tapping of phone lines ?


Overheard

In the supermarket…

“Have you not got any Daily Expresses today?”
“No, sorry, they only sent seven copies today, we’ve sold out.”
“Oh, OK. I’ll have to get a Daily Mail then. It’s just it’s such a rubbishy newspaper”


Getting Old

Ye gods. Thanks to Razorhead, I’ve just been reminded of a computer I used to have – the Atari Portfolio. Apparently it was released in 1989, but I don’t think I had one ’til a couple of years after that – in fact, I was trying to figure it out by working out where I was working and what I was doing when I had it. I’m sure I’ll figure it out, but right now well, I reckon it must’ve been ’90/’91.

It’s amazing how much things have changed since then. My new phone, the XDA, has probably 10 times the memory, speed, and general ooomphiness that’s now necessary. (No, my techie side has not been activated today, hence a certain “can’t be arsed”ness to those figures).

And bloody hell, I feel old…


Back

Yes, we’re back. And a bloody good week it was, too. Definitely feeling far better for it, and with some semblance of sanity restored.

More later, but for now it’s time to get back ontrack, read some sites, all that kind of gubbins.

Oh, and delete 2,500+ spam comments, mostly caught by the anti-spam stuff, thankfully…


Credit-Card Processing

One thing I’ve been checking out recently as a business requirement (it won’t be for just yet, but within the next two or three months, I should think) is the ability to do online processing of credit- and debit-cards. And bloody hell, what a nightmare it is.

Looking at RBS’s WorldPay solution, the costs are as follows :

  • Set-up : £200
  • Monthly fee : £30 (although they want six months up front, so £180)
  • Transaction charges
    • Debit cards : 50p per transaction
    • Credit Cards : 4.5% of transaction value
  • Fraud Protection : £20 per month plus an extra percentage per transaction

And if I want to be able to do subscription-type stuff (which was under consideration) that’ll cost me another £100 to set up.

So when I look at sorting out that side of things, it’s going to cost me a minimum of £400 , plus the fee on every transaction. That means that I’d have to get – roughly – eight or nine subscriptions just to break even.

Talk about banks being a bunch of robbing cunts…


Business Banking – some more thoughts.

Over the last week or so I’ve been busy getting together the literature I need for figuring out which bank I’m most likely to go with for business banking. Previously I’ve used Royal Bank of Scotland, but I’m trying to avoid that bunch of shyster twunts this time round. Well, kind of.

Anyway, the three candidates in the running are:

  • Nat West (Sister company of RBS, but hopefully better)
  • HSBC
  • Barclays

Yes, there are others I could choose to check out too, but frankly I wouldn’t trust Lloyds TSB as far as I could chuck the rubble of one of their branches, and most of the building society clowns don’t do business banking at all. (And in Halifax’s case I wouldn’t use themn out of principle, due to their abysmal adverts, even if they did do business banking)

I still need to figure out best deals and so on (and at the moment Nat West are coming out tops on that one, with 18months of free business banking) and get it all worked out in my head, but it has to be said that on gut feel alone, Nat West are at the top of the list.

Barclays, on the other hand, are at the bottom. I went in there, did a bit of initial paperwork, and then “because their business advisors are so busy with existing customers” had to call away to a national call-centre to book an appointment with a business advisor. In the same branch I was in. So rather than walk upstairs, or place an internal phone call, they’ve called a national number to sort it all out centrally. For some strange reason I don’t find that to be a reassuring state of affairs…


Rubbish and Recycling

Over the last year or two I’ve got more and more into being Green, recycling as much as possible, and all that eco-friendly gubbins.

A lot of our recycling is collected by the local council, who have a bizarre timescale involving collecting the recycling once a fortnight, garden waste once a fortnight, and domestic household rubbish once a week. In light of this, it’s sometimes interesting for me to look at what’s being collected from other houses, and how much recycling waste they accumulate as opposed to just chucking it all in the bin to be collected weekly.

And the simple result is that most people do just chuck it all in the standard bin, despite the provision of recycling collection bins/tubs etc. Since we started doing the recycling properly, we normally chuck away one bag of “normal” domestic rubbish a week. That’s it. All the rest is recyclable.

I think that probably the best basic way to get people recycling in our area is to swap things around again. Collect the recycling every week, and the household rubbish fortnightly. That way you’re making it harder for people to just chuck it away, and instead making it “easier” to recycle instead.

Now I “just” need to figure out a way to persuade the local council that this is a better way to do things. What’re the chances?


Driving Ability

Since starting work with the current company back in June last year, I’ve been able to look out over a junction that – it seems – causes utter confusion to drivers. It looks (very roughly) like this…

traffic diagram

In effect, it’s part of a one-way system, and all traffic (except buses) should turn left. However, the buses can go straight on, and this is part of what seems to cause the confusion. Drivers see the road going straight on, and just follow it. They don’t look at the signs saying “no entry” and “you must go left”, because the road goes straight on, so that must be the way they go.

I reckon I see at least five to ten cars per day make this mistake.

Going the other way, cars can go straight on, but aren’t allowed to turn right. However, again I see at least ten cars per day turning right where they’re not supposed to, and across the flow of traffic.

Of course, there’s also the huge number of pedestrians who are either blind, handicapped, or just don’t look for traffic at all, expecting that they have some kind of right-of-way across busy roads full of fuckwits who don’t notice road-signs, let alone people. The sheer number of times I see cars having to pull up to let people cross the road is just astonishing.

I don’t know if Wokingham is just a moron-magnet, or whether this is indicative of the way people drive, but either way it a) makes for scary viewing, but b) is great for the comedy when people fuck up and get yelled at by all and sundry…


Local Public Transport

While we’re away, the Mother-In-Law (well, almost in-law) is looking after the house. One of the things I had to do before she arrived was to sort out timetables for the local buses and trains.

Now, the train bit is no problem, and the timetables are always at the station. So that was fine.

The bus situation, however, is a bit different. When I went to the bus station, which always used to have an office where you could pick up timetables, it turns out that they’ve decided it’s more economical to not bother with that, and simply have the timetable p on the bus stands, wrapped in plastic. In other words, you can’t get a copy of a timetable to take away with you. Well chuff me, that’s helpful, isn’t it?

In fact, you have to either get a timetable online (and do they do timetables in PDF format so you can at least get one easily? Do they fuck-as-like) or you have to ring them or email them and get one sent out. Which is OK if you’re organised and getting this kind of thing sorted in advance. But what happens when you’re just wanting to find out when the next bus is? In short, you’re knackered.

And then they wonder why less people are using the sodding service. I sometimes wonder if First Bus haven’t made the executive decision that actually they’d be able to run a decent service if only they could stop people being inconvenient and actually wanting to use it.


Retrograde

Over the last couple of weeks, work has become really shitty. Since the old CEO (a remarkably decent person) left, The Arsehole (the other main board member, excluding all the venture capital people) has been brought back in. Over the last six months, Decent Person (DP) had been fighting with The Arsehole about lots of business aspects, basically because The Arsehole just didn’t like the way it was all working, and didn’t see the point in things not going his way.

In the last two weeks, DP has pretty much been made into a non-person, and all his decisions and ideas have been reversed. Effectively, the company is back to where it was when I joined last June – hardly a great morale-builder. The work I’ve been doing has been shelved, as The Arsehole doesn’t see the point in it, and so I’ve been working on scut-work taking out the shit that amateurs have put in all the other company e-commerce sites. (Put it this way, I’m sick of the sight of <font> (and even <FONT>) tags) Supposedly this is essential work.

The main company website was revamped at the start of the year with content and approval from DP. The old site was a masterpiece of bullshit, listing at least six products that we don’t do, never have done, and are never likely to do. It was a fucking horror, about as accessible as a locked safe wrapped in concrete, and was generally just bad, bad, bad. The redone site took up 10% of the space of the old one, loaded five times faster, was accessible to everything, and was standards-compliant. Excellent stuff.

You’ve guessed it. The Arsehole has resurrected the old site, doesn’t give a shit about accessibility (His phrase “Blind people won’t be interested in a site/company like ours, so why bother?” sums it up.) or anything else. I’m almost tempted to blether out the site location to a few militant people I know, just to get the fuckhead sued. But I won’t. For now.

Of course, all this is going a long way towards fuelling my drive for sorting out my own sites and business. I’m going to do a lot of letter-writing and so on while I’m on holiday, and see if I can drum up some decent levels of business. We’ll see.


Away

Yes, yet again we’re off on our travels. This time we’re spending a week in the Lake District, along with Hound.

Quite why the place we’ve rented only does Friday to Friday bookings I don’t know, but that’s the way it is. So we’re off from today, and new nice fresh posts will start happening again on the 11th or so. In the meantime, I’ve written a few posts that’ll appear over the next week, so it’ll still be business as semi-usual while we’re away.

Have fun!


Cold Feet

On a day that is, in short, fucking freezing, what on earth would make someone decide to walk to work in sandals?

(I should point out, this was something left over in my head from the other day, when it was attempting to snow first thing in the morning, and was bloody cold, but I spotted one person at the train station who was walking around in sandals. Madness)


Prepared

Sheesh, talk about being prepared. I’ve now managed to write at least one post for every day next week – and they’re all fairly decent sized things.

As you may or may not know already, we’re off to the Lake District for a week from tomorrow, and just because I’m lovely and think so much of you all, I’ve been busy writing two weeks worth of posts this week – the ones that are already displayed, and the ones for next week.

How’s that for dedication? (or stupidity – you decide)


Continued Downage

Well, it looks like 34sp are still having intermittent problems with their service at the moment.

So, why aren’t I pissed off?

Well, primarily because as usual with 34sp, they let you know what’s going on. OK, you’ve got to know about status.34sp.com, which is on a different network entirely so even if every 34sp website is down, status is still letting you know what’s happening.

Secondly, it’s because it’s not actually their fault – this is a problem with the link from 34sp to the outside world, which is failing a lot. And they don’t yet know why. But they’ve said they’re looking into it, and for once I believe them.

And thirdly, because this is a rarity. In four years with 34sp, this is the first major unintended downtime I’ve seen. And that, for my money, is pretty good service in anyone’s book.


Developing Nicely

So, while today has in some ways been an utter bundle of shite (no changes there, then) on the stuff I’m doing for myself things are beginning to progress nicely.

I’ve managed to complete the user-registration stuff that I started figuring out yesterday, and it’s all tested and working. As you can imagine, this makes me Very Happy Indeed. In fact it means I’m two blocks through the development of the site. Yes, sure there’s plenty to still be doing, and I suspect I will break the back of it while I’m away next week, but at least this section is now up, running, and tested.

The emailing system works nicely – and I can see several other places where I can either a) put it to good use within the site plans or b) use it in entirely different sites. It’s neat, it’s fast, and it just works. And really that’s what it’s all about.

So yes, today is shaping up well, even with other shite stuff in the background.


Lent

So, today’s the first day of Lent, and we’re all supposed to give something up.

Me? I’m giving up on giving up. Seems like the best option.


Slightly Busy

Updates have been a bit on the sparse side, due to the fact I’ve actually been almost busy…

Workwise, I’ve been doing a shedload of system admin type stuff, which is OK, although it does make me curse the Mambo system, and all the genetic mutant inbreed dog-spawn that developed the abortive piece of cruft-ridden code.

Own-Workwise, I’ve started sorting out fun stuff like the user registration bits, along with validating users against a) their email address and b) a code within their email that needs to be pasted inbefore they can be properly registered. It’s not something I’ve really done a lot of before, so it’s been kind of fun to figure out the best ways to do it.

And what with that, plus research on business banking, on credit-card systems, and d4d™ (and the rest of 34sp, in fairness) being down for half the day, well, it makes for less updates. Funny, that.


Outage

Sorry for unavailability of d4d™ today, but 34sp, my hosting company, has been completely down all morning.

It may, or may not, now be fixed.


XDA – downsides

Having been using it for a whole week now, I’ve found a couple of small problems with the XDA. Nothing that’s going to stop me using it, just things that you notice as time goes on.

First of all, it’s not been designed with enough memory. It works fine, but because the programs you use don’t shut down properly, you end up running short of memory. If memory serves, you start out with 64Mb of RAM, which should be more than enough, but Windows Mobile eats up roughly half of that on its own, so really it could’ve done with 128Mb of RAM instead. Ah well.

Second, and I know this should’ve occurred to me – but it didn’t, OK? – it’s actually harder to send a simple quick message. On most phones I can “touchtype” a text message without even paying attention. Yeah, you have to check the spelling afterwards and so on, but in general it’s dead easy to send a quick message without even looking. On the XDA, though, you have to either slot out the keyboard, or use the stylus to tap away on the screen’s “keyboard”. It’s just not quite as quick.

I still like the system, and I’m really pleased with the phone – it’s just that they’re the slightly negative points I’ve noticed so far…

Oh, and one very cool thing you can do with the XDA is charge it through the USB port of any computer – just connect it up, and it starts charging. Now that is useful…


Is It Me?

On Friday I ordered a new desk (for the refitted office at home) from Argos to be delivered today. OK, I should’ve known better, I realise. But hey, that’s life.

Anyway, I ordered it online, and all was fine. I got a confirmation message on the screen which said something along the lines of “We need to manually verify this order, then we’ll send you a confirmation”. OK, for e-commerce that sucks, but it’s well known that the entire company of Argos has an IQ of 100, and most of that is kept in head office. So OK.

By today, still no confirmation, and it’s supposed to be being delivered today. So I thought I’d ring the useless bastards and check.

First of all we get the “I’ve got to have an order number before I can help you. But I haven’t got an order number, because Argos’ve never given me one. Well I’ve got to have an order number for the system” farce, but eventually we get through that one.

Finally I get to the correct department (“Oh, sorry, there’s two departments that deal with home delivery, and you’ve come through to the wrong one”) and get it confirmed that the desk is on the delivery truck, and will be with us sometime today. Helpful they’re not.

And what’s the excuse when I ask why I haven’t received the order confirmation, despite a) the money having left my account, and b) the order having been processed, and on the truck?

Oh, sorry, the internet’s slow at the moment

Yeah, OK, I’ll fall for that one. Like I came off the carrot truck this morning.

Don’t you just love it when people expect you to know as little as they do?


Thinking About… Work Style

Gordon made a comment recently that made me think a bit. Basically, he said that I still appear to have a “contract” view on things, and in a lot of ways I think that’s actually a pretty fair assessment.

I can’t deny, going back to being properly “employed” rather than self-employed has involved a lot of changes for me – some good, some bad. I find it very difficult to switch off the “business” side of my brain, the bit that looks at decisions and can see they’re bad, the bit that doesn’t understand those decisions or why they were made, the bit that makes me want to stand up and shout “For Fuck’s Sake!” in exasperation. Herself keeps on trying to train me in the mantra of “It’s not my problem” and “It’s not my business, it’s theirs, and they can do what they want with it”. It works, but only up to a point. And once that point is passed, I just don’t like seeing a business – whether mine or one that I’m involved in – going tits-up for no good reason. I can’t help it, it seems stupid, and I have little to no tolerance for stupidity.

However, on the plus side, being employed means I get fun stuff like sick pay, and holidays. I don’t have to be responsible for every little thing, for all the paperwork, legislation, hassle, finance, worry, and guff. But it does mean I have to deal with other people’s ideas of how a business should work, rather than my own. And at the moment being employed is part of the plan – it’s easier to get a mortgage when you’re in a “proper” job, rather than going through all the hoops and hurdles they put in for the self-employed : “We want six years of certified accounts” “But I’ve only been in business three years, and my turnover’s less than the Companies House figure that requires certified accounts, so I don’t have them certified” “Tough, we want six years certified accounts”. So it means I’ll most likely remain “employed” for at least this year, while we see what we’re doing, where we’re going, and all that gubbins.

Of course, when you’re self-employed you need to deal with people still, and their ideas of how their business should be run – and in most cases that’s fine, I can handle that because they’re doing it to their own business, not mine. And they’re paying me. And before anyone else says it, yes, I know that in effect that’s the same thing as being employed by someone. But for some reason, in my head it’s just not the same.

Would I want to go back to contracting, necessarily? No. Do I want to go back to being self-employed, and working on my own stuff, for my own business? Hell, yes.


New Model Army

In another piece of revisiting old favoured bands, I’ve recently been relistening to my old albums by New Model Army, which I hadn’t listened to in a fair old while.

And again, they’re still bloody good.

Oh yeah, and we’re going to be seeing The Alarm in May too. Talk about going back to the 80s/90s…


More Ikea

On Thursday, we went (again) to Ikea in Brent Park. Thankfully they finally seem to be sorting it out, and as it’s now also open ’til midnight it means that shopping there isn’t too bad. Well, in comparison to poking your eyes out with spoons, or beating yourself to death with a cricket stump, anyway.

Fortunately we didn’t want much – really only a large cabinet for the bedroom, a couple of mirrors, and a couple of picture frames. They didn’t have the mirrors we wanted (although I did like their equivalent of “out of stock”, which is “this item has been accidentally oversold”), and yet it still took us pretty much two hours to get through the store and back out.

Two frigging hours. I despair…


Thinking About… Page Width

In what I suspect may just turn out to be a theme on this stuff, page-widths are quite a bone of contention among web designers.

Basically there are two schools of thought – fixed-width and fluid . Fixed width is pretty self-explanatory – the page is designed to fit a certain size, say 800 pixels, or 1,000 , or another arbitrary figure. In general this is fine – the BBC does it this way, as does the Guardian, and many many others. It’s probably slightly more “standard” for commercial websites than fluid, but not by all that much.

Fluid, on the other hand, still tends to be used primarily on smaller-size (readership-wise) sites, blogs, that kind of thing. Not that it matters, but it’s also my general preference. Fluid widths fill the window, regardless of the size of that window. It doesn’t matter if it’s 600 pixels or 2,400 – the site expands to fit. D4D™ does it – if you’re lucky enough to have a dual-monitor set-up or similar, expand d4d to the full extent of the screen. Look, no blank space. It’ll shrink right down to about 450-490pixels before things break. That’s why I like fluid – because it doesn’t care whether you’re using a monitor that’s only able to use 800 pixels, or whether you’re all the way up at 2,400 (or more) or anywhere in between.

I suspect that a lot of it, as with colour, comes down to personal taste. The BBC site annoys me because it only uses half the window width I’ve got open. The Guardian annoys me for the same reason. However, people who like fixed-width (and again, I wonder if this is related to book or newspaper page widths being fixed, and thus “normal”) argue that if the text isn’t handle correctly in a fluid layout, it can end up being almost unreadable. And in fact I agree with this on occasion – if you’ve got lots of short paragraphs, they can look bloody awful in a fluid layout.

I suspect that the sites I’m currently working on will end up being fluid layouts – I’d rather see the space used for site content, instead of just being blank, wasted space. There’ll be space within the layout, though – I think that it’s the lack of space that can make a fluid layout feel cramped, and so I’ll be using as much space as I can for it.

We’ll see, when it comes to time to test it all out.


I Smell the Blood of an Englishman

Is it really childish to consider using a colour scheme based around the hex FE F1 FO , and call it fum.css ?

Yeah, probably…


Text messaging

I noticed a story today about “Texter’s Thumb” becoming a potential health issue, and one of the statistics in it (from a survey by Virgin Mobile) said that on average 93 million text messages are sent in the UK every day. That’s a remarkable figure.

But then the old questioning brain kicks in, and I wonder if they meant “entire messages”, regardless of message length, or whether it’s each bundle of up-to-and-including 160 characters? For example, it’s quite normal for me to send a message to Herself (and many others) that consists of two, if not three, blocks of 160 characters. The phone automatically splits it up and sends it properly. To me that’s one message, but to the network it’s two (or three) – but does it count as three, or as one?


Evil Spamming Bastards

Our company has a community site with a forum, where people can post comments and the like. Over the last few days it’s been beaten to its (metaphorical) knees by a set of spam attacks – roughly 2,000 spam postings, and because of the way the system *cough* “works”, we have to delete them individually, in order to keep the database stable and the system working properly without losing its way and having a bit of a breakdown.

The reason that the spammers are hitting the site so hard is because the person in charge of the website, in his infinite global wisdom, has decided that we must allow unregistered guest users the ability to post comments. Apparently, we don’t want to risk losing users by forcing them to register before they can make comments. So the site’s wide open to spam attack, and that doesn’t matter, according to this fucking genius.

Maybe I’m wrong, but I would think that anyone who wants to make a post and say something is going to be OK with registering. And if you want to be in a community, then you would rather register with that community and see it spam-free instead of having an open community that’s smothered in “nude Paris Hilton” adverts…


Making Me Laugh

“Falling” isn’t something I think I’ve done, when it comes to love. I’m not even sure I’ve even riccocheted or sashayed.

It’s just something I’ve come to and found myself in.

Like IKEA.

Thank you, Anna for that comment on this Pandemian post. Brilliant.


Synchronised

One good thing about moving phones over to the XDA is that it’s allowed me to (at last) sort out all my contacts, get them properly organised, and edit the bits that were necessary.

The downside of it is that for some reason some numbers don’t appear to have updated all that well, and the initial transfer process lost a couple of numbers too, so if you’ve been in touch recently (i.e. the last month or so) with me about changed/new mobile numbers, can you send the info again? Cheers.

But anyway, with the exception of those misplaced numbers, everything now actually makes sense, and is in some vague form of order.

On the subject of which, am I the only one who stores numbers (whether in mobile phone, or filofax/address book) by first name then surname, instead of surname, first name? (for example, in my method “John Smith” would be under “J”, whereas apparently most people would file it under “S”)


Paper Tiger

Recently, Hound has discovered that ripping paper (or cardboard, or plastic) to shreds is a very satisfying experience for a dog. It also helps that it normally gets some attention, but she tends to do it when she’s either bored, or feeling like being naughty. It’s one of those things where it’s also actually quite difficult to tell her off, because in general it’s quite funny to watch, and she doesn’t do it to anything useful, only to items that have been discarded.

Last night, however, all went quiet. We can only surmise she was bored. Anyway, we went upstairs to find the landing covered in shreds of paper. She’d found a brand-new roll of (unused) bog-roll, and had summarily shredded the lot. Everywhere.

*Sigh*


Screw-It-Up Yourself

Now here’s a worrying development…

Last night we put together four IKEA bookcases, plus a corner unit. For the slow, that’s five units altogether. And it took roughly two hours.

What’s more worrying is that everything went together first time, there were no problems, and not one swear word was used. In the annals of self-assembly, particularly in combination with my well-known DIY “skillz”, this is definitely noteworthy.


Agency Contacts

Hmmm, life’s getting interesting again.

Following on from the events of the last few weeks at work, it also seems like there’s been a resurgence of activity from various IT job agencies, and as such I’ve started getting calls from them again. Weird, the way it all works out sometimes, isn’t it?

At the moment I’m not carrying through on anything I’ve been contacted about, but I’ve let them know the current situation, and that I’m certainly interested in what’s around at the moment. But I’m not desperate to move on just yet, I still want to see what will happen with the current place, because I do still believe it could be great. It’s just that all the corporate politics and bollocks is demoralising, and destroying the company from within.

Of course, if something ideal came along then at the moment I’d quite probably take it, but well, the need to move on isn’t that urgent yet. But we’ll just have to see what comes up…


XDA

Well, the new phone arrived yesterday. First impressions? It’s one cool bit of kit.

So far I’ve only moved all the stuff from the old Sony-Ericsson phone to the XDA, and then got it all set up. But yes, there’s one hell of a lot of stuff going on, and it’s going to be fun just sorting through all the things I can do with it. Pity it’s (currently) “only” got Internet Exploder Explorer on , but I’m sure I can get it to run something else as a web browser.

But I do have one question – what the fuck relevance or use does “Mobile Powerpoint” have ?!?


Colours – Again

OK, so I was about right in what I figured, regarding website colours and so on.

As with most things – some people like it, some people hate it, and the majority don’t seem to care one way or t’other. Figures.

However, the experiment between “Worksafe” and “Inverted” wasn’t just about people’s reactions to colour, it was also about which produced less eye-strain after a while using it. My personal preference is still for light text on dark backgrounds, whereas most people seem to prefer dark-on-light. I’d guess that’s down to being used to newsprint, and print in general, with black ink on white/whiteish paper.

I do find that after a solid day of looking at a white background to work on, my eyes can be quite tired. It’s the constant “glare” of a predominantly white screen day in, day out, that seems to have an effect. And on that score, light text on a dark background seems to produce less eye-strain, and less headaches.

But from the look of it, on the commercial things I’m doing, I’m going to have to go with dark-on-light as a preference on the colour schemes. I might put in a colour-switcher similar to d4d™ though, just to give people the option (and, of course, so I can have my preferred light-on-dark scheme for working on the bugger x hours a day!)

As always, any thoughts or responses will be greatfully received…


Organising d4d™

At long last, I’m considering a bit of a revamp on a couple of things in d4d™. When I upgraded from Blogger to WordPress last year (if not late ’04, thinking about it) I moved the main blog part of the site over to CSS and made it all a bit smarter.

However, the older sections got left alone – I never got round to moving the rants and thoughts into the new layout, which was outrageously slack of me at the time, and hasn’t shown any signs of improving since.

As it is, I’m thinking that perhaps I should just copy over the content of those pages of rants, thoughts and photos, and dropping it all into WordPress. Of course, I could also take that opportunity to upgrade to WP2.0 (or 2.0.1, or whatever it is now) at the same time, as the upgrade is sure to leave me swearing anyway. Might as well do it all at once, after all…


Floored

Following on from getting the bathroom suite fitted a couple of weeks ago, Herself has been at home today while the flooring fitters have been to sort out the bathroom and office flooring. And apparently it all looks pretty good.

Of course, I’ll see it when I get home this evening. But it’s going to be good to have carpet etc. again in those rooms, rather than the bare floorboards we’ve had for the last two (or, in the case of the office, three) weeks. In fact, it’ll mean we’re just about done – the office needs a new desk on my side, and we’ll be putting together the bookcases tonight, but it’s actually looking like we’ll have a house again before too long, rather than something that looks like a back-up solution for a box store.

It’s all been worth the effort, but at the same time I’m really looking forward to having all this stuff sorted so we can just have a decent weekend off, for once…


West Wing Season 7

Oh, hallelujah, some sense at last.

On More4, Season Six of West Wing has been on recently. Once it finishes, they’re going straight into Season Seven, which is also the final season. March 10th is the day S7 starts – put it in your diaries!


Colours

In case you were wondering just what I was banging on about in the post below, I’ve just added a new CSS colour option “Inverted”, which takes the “Worksafe” colourscheme and – you’ve guessed it – pretty much inverts it.

Gordon, I’d be particularly interested in your thoughts about the two, and which works better.

But also, well, anyone who’s got a viewpoint – as always…


Thinking About… Colour

As with yesterday’s “Thinking About…” post, don’t even bother if you’re not interested in web design and so on…
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Business Banking

Hmm, well, what with one thing and another, I think I need to start looking around again at business banking.

I’ve used Royal Bank of Scotland before, and they were OK (well, once they’d got rid of the useless twunt who first dealt with the account, and took three months to get it set up properly) but I’d rather not use them again. In fact I’m thinking of migrating from RBoS anyway, as the branches are a bit sparse Dahn Sarf.

So – any recommendations?


Ooopsy

On a totally different note, it was a joy this morning to hear Chris Moyles disappear off into Rantworld, only to be pulled up when he suddenly realised he’d said “fuck” live on air.

Absolutely brilliant. I love it when you can hear that thought of “Oh, shit” come through loud and clear…


Thinking About… Development

DISCLAIMER : If you’re not interested in web design/ development and some of my thoughts and plans regarding it over the next few months, don’t even bother clicking on the “more” link underneath – you’d just be bored!
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Minutes

Gah, how come it takes so damn long to take typed (word-processed) minutes from a meeting, and then convert them from the abbreviated note-form style into a presentable document?

The ones from last Sunday’s charity committee meeting have just taken me somewhere around three hours to re-do into something presentable. Admittedly that includes sorting out some of the financial data into formatted tables etc., and generally make it readable, but three hours is about as long as the original meeting, which means it’s taken me six hours all told to get it sorted.

Thats, like, pretty much a full working day. Bizarre.

Maybe I need to type stuff out better in the first place, I dunno.


Thoughts

Just as a bit of slightly advanced warning, as of tomorrow I’m going to be starting to do a string of “Thinking About…” posts. They’re based around web development and the movement of my own business plans, and as such will have their own “thinking about…” category.

As time goes on the theme will probably diversify a fair bit, but for now it’s going to be primarily about web development and business.

Whether they’re interesting or not is something that remains to be seen…


Farewell Sony-Ericsson, Hello iMate

About a year ago I upgraded my phone to the Sony-Ericsson K700i phone, which has in general served me pretty well. It’s had little things that annoy me – for instance, the keypad is utter crap for quick/easy typing of text-messages, and is a pain in the arse when it comes to words it decides it doesn’t know.

Anyway, come the end of the month it’s going to be time to upgrade/change phone again, and this time I’m heading off to the even geekier end of the market. In fact, the uber-geeky mini XDA, also known as the iMate K-JAM – god knows who comes up with the stupid names, but there we go.

I’ve been thinking about this upgrade for a while, because there’s a lot of stuff I simply don’t give a sod about when it comes to phones. I don’t care if it takes photos – I’m carrying a bloody 8megapixel digital SLR around with me, I don’t need a 1.3Megapixel camera, let’s be honest. I don’t care if it can play MP3s, videos, or whatever – again, I’ve a decent MP3 player (although the new U10 from iRiver looks interesting) and I’ve got the PSP too, so I don’t really need to watch anything on the mobile.

However, I do a fair amount of browsing etc., and at the end of the day, well, I’m a techie. So the XDA looks like it might sort out most of the things I need from a phone. Be interesting to see how the keyboard shapes up though…


Great Big Bundles of Crap

Further to the earlier post, this week has really not been good.

There’s been a lot of changes over the last month or so at work, and this week hasn’t been any different. Unfortunately, it’s also left me feeling deeply demotivated and flat, which has made it hard for me to get going on anything all week.

At the moment no-one seems to know quite what’s going on. Simon and myself have been “re-tasked” (their phrase, not mine) from doing the social network stuff I’ve been doing since June, and Simon’s been doing since October, because now it’s no longer a high priority. The fact that the company was supposed to be launching a product backed up by a website community is now irrelevant – the product has taken a retrograde step to fix older buggier code and “reassure” the user community that the product is good. Which, frankly, at the moment it isn’t. But the social network website is now low priority in comparison to the e-commerce side that’s run by our American colleagues. (And I’m using that word in its loosest possible context)

So yes, at the moment that’s nine months of my work being reduced to low man on the totem, and we’re all left to wait and see what’ll happen. The new CEO is away on holiday for another two weeks, and in that time a lot of changes seem to be happening, assumedly with his acceptance/blessing. We’ll see what develops from all this, but it has to be said that right now, happy is not a word being used to describe this workplace…


Implosion

With the way work’s been over the last couple of weeks, I’m seriously debating writing a page on my “business” site that details the way things have gone, and continue to go.

As things stand, it looks like we’ll have work through ’til August/September, but currently no-one’s letting on what’ll happen. I just don’t want to get to that time, start looking for other jobs, and have to keep on explaining why it’s all gone tits-up. Of course, I could be entirely wrong, things could improve again and go back to the original optimistic plan. But for now, well, I’m certainly considering the best ways to back up what I do, what I’ve done, and how to sort out the future prospects.

Title-wise, well, at the moment there’s so much politics and bullshit going on behind the scenes, I think I’d have to call the page “The implosion of a business”.

We’ll see.


Stats

Writing yesterday about Measure Map, I suddenly realised I hadn’t dumped a full stats analysis on here in ages – in fact, since August, and d4d™’s third birthday. Quite scary in itself, the way time flies past and so on.

So overnight last night (hey, 3.5 years of logfiles takes some analysing!) I did a full report, and it’s visible here. It makes for pretty interesting reading, but the main bullet points are :

  • 8,331,621 total hits since 3rd April 2002
  • 3,883,922 pages viewed in that time
  • 1,055,503 total visitors
  • an average of 732 visitors per day
  • 46.82 GB of data moved

Not bad for a little puny old blog, eh?


PIN

I can’t find the exact list, so I’m going to run this one from memory. Anyway, yesterday’s Times newspaper had a list of the most popular (and thus least secure, most easily guessable) PIN numbers that people choose. In a lot of ways it was really scary how unoriginal people are. In order, they were…

  1. 1234
  2. 4567
  3. 6789
  4. 9876
  5. 2000
  6. 1966
  7. 1999
  8. 1379
  9. 0070
  10. 1402

Apparently, 1966 is memorable for being England winning the world cup, 0070 is used a lot by people thinking of James Bond etc. (bit dubious about that one, myself), 1379 is the corners of the keypad, and 1999 is the year Manchester United won the triple.

But the sheer number of people who use “1234” is quite gobsmacking. I guess it’s the same breed of gimp that uses “Password” for their password – of, if they’re feeling inventive, “Secret”.

More to the point, we’ve had PINs now for at least twenty years – I suppose I don’t really understand how people can still get in a flap about remembering a four-figure number. I should, because I found out recently that my father actually writes all his down in his bloody diary – for which he copped an epic amount of flak from both me and Herself – but there we go.

Personally, I’ve never had a problem remembering PINs. I’ve got at least four different PINs for different things, phone banking, cards, SIM PIN and so on, and never have a problem. Mind you, I also have a nasty habit of remembering my Switch numbers too, which just amply demonstrates that actually I need to get out more.

And did yesterday’s predicted Chip-and-PIN chaos actually happen? Did it fuckaslike. Yet another piece of epic “Milennium Bug” hysteria.


Book List

It’s no use – I was really good at listing the books I’d read last year, but for some reason I just can’t get into it this year at all.

So, for now at least, I’ve deleted the section. Hey Ho.


Validation pt.2

A quick thanks to Pete, who pointed out that I’d got something on this page that was breaking the “XHTML1.0 Transitional” validation.

All is fixed now – just a pesky border tag on one link. No idea how it got there, either. Ah well.


Measure Map

A while back I started using a web analysis package called Measure Map as there were rumours/cases where Nedstat (Now Webstats4u , or somesuch rubbish) was being naughty and serving pop-up ads on websites that used it.

Personally, I wasn’t all that impressed with Measure Map, and ended up sticking with Nedstat (whatever) for the basic daily stats, and using a different offline analysis tool for the big reports and figures. Measure Map hasn’t been able to discern between spam “readers” of posts and proper ones, for example, so the figures have always been a bit skewed. To me, it’s just not reliable.

Anyway, I got an email today saying that Google has bought up Measure Map, which may or may not be an interesting development.

So I said there was news, and here it is: I’m writing you to announce that Measure Map has been acquired by Google, effective today. For the near term, you will see no difference in its operations. In the not so distant future, you can expect great things from this acquisition. We couldn’t be happier to find such an ideal home for Measure Map, and are thrilled at the possibilities.


Workload

Note to Self : Stop looking at various websites and realising how much work can be done on them.

You’ve got enough on your plate for now – stop looking for even more work, you fool! And yes, OK, it’s more money coming in, but you’re in danger of being in a situation where your brain writes cheques your body can’t cash.

Now slow down for a bit, sort out some stuff before the next phase kicks in. You can get these other sites on the next phase – they’ve been in a shonky state for years already, they’re not going to do owt radical in the meantime, OK?


Irony

While coming home from the gym last night, Herself and I were listening to an obviously-gifted person on the local radio phone-in thing (as you can tell, I listen to it regularly. Oh yes.)

She was requesting Kanye West’s “Golddigger” track to be played, which is fair enough, although to my mind it displays an awesome lack of taste. But anyway. The conversation then went on that she wasn’t looking forward to today, as she’d just split up from her partner of five years, and so Valentine’s Day wasn’t going to be good at all, and instead she’d just go out with a couple of mates and get drunk. Again, OK, not my mindset, but there we go.

The clincher, though, was when one of the presenters asked what kind of person she was looking for as a new partner, and she managed to come up with a reply that basically said “Good looking fit multi-millionaire who’s also able to do basic DIY and so on”. And I couldn’t help but wonder about the irony of wanting the “Golddigger” track while being quite so shallow…


Chuff

I’m so proud. Wandering through my referrer stats, I came across a google search for “Fuck My Chuff” (an elegant phrase – what a pity it didn’t come up as an entire line. Still, it will now…) so I thought “Ah, what the hell, let’s see where I come in google for that.

#1, Baby.

I’m so sad…


Hairy Arse

Caution : Do not read this blog post if you’re at work, or anywhere in public. I find people start looking at you oddly when you’re reading a monitor and giggling like a loon…


Cynicism

In light of it being Valentine’s Day, and in recognition of all the shit that goes on around it, I’ve decided to keep a count today of all the sad sods wandering around with bouquets of hyper-expensive flowers.

It should be amusing, if nowt else.

Current Count : 3 4 5 6 7 9 10 11.

Oh, and just in case anyone was interested, the header image today is pilfered/adapted from a thing about the St. Valentines Day massacre. Cheers, Google Images…


Smart Phone

Now here’s an interesting piece, on the ideas that some people are working on with regard to making mobile phones “politer” and “smarter”.

I like the idea of a phone that realises you’re in a cinema, or somewhere quiet, and thus quietens its ringtone, or goes to vibrate only.

Some really interesting ideas in the article – I wonder how long it’ll be before they become reality?


*Shudder*

McVities have introduced – sit down before reading this – new flavours for Jaffa Cakes. There’s now Lemon & Lime jaffa cakes, and blackcurrant Jaffa cakes.

In the name of all that’s holy, why? The clue is in the name – Jaffa Cakes, meant to be made so the orangey bit tastes of Jaffa oranges. That’s why they’re called Jaffa cakes. What the fuck do you call a Lemon and Lime variant? It ain’t Jaffa, that’s for sure. Maybe “Kir Cakes” for the blackcurrant ones, or “Cassis Cakes”. Only then people wouldn’t realise that they’re alternatively-flavoured Jaffa Cakes.

Oi, Mr McVitie – Get your hands off our proper Jaffa Cakes, and leave ’em alone!


Windmill

For the first time this year, I managed to go out for a while yesterday with the camera in tow. Of course, it would have to be on a day when the weather was truly manky and foul, but there we go, beggars can’t be choosers.

Anyway, because of where we were, I wandered over to the village of Brill and got some photos (albeit grey and rainy ones) of the windmill there. I’m quite pleased with them, although it’s still more about learning the idiosyncracies of the new camera, and all that gubbins, before we go off to the Lake District in a couple of weeks time.

But anyway, it was good to get out a bit more with the camera – definitely something I intend to do more of as this year progresses.


“Not Me”

You know those Securicor vans with the really loud “BEEP BEEP BEEP! Caution, this Securicor vehicle is REVERSING!” alarms? They’re useful because, well, Securicor vans are supposedly fairly secure, have no back windows, and thus the driver can’t see out the back. So if you’re standing behind the van, the poor sod can’t see you, which could cause thumpage.

I’ve just been looking out the window at work – well, the reversing alarm’s loud enough I can hear it from across the road, through the window – and watching two blokes just miss getting squished because they’d somehow missed a) the announcement, and b) the connection that it might be linked to this purple van with Securicor written all over it, that was reversing towards them.

What was even better was that these two then start having a go at the driver! Like it’s all his fault that they’re a) deaf, b) blind, and c) fucking stupid. You just couldn’t make it up.


Another Week

So yes, back to what we laughingly call normality this week. In other words, I’m back in to work in the office, although “normality” also currently consists of not knowing what the fuck we’re actually up to, what we’re supposed to be doing, or pretty much anything else useful. Should be fun.

House-wise, Herself has done a good 75% of the tiling in the bathroom over the weekend. (She’s sensible, and knows what a disaster I am at most things DIY-based, and besides, she’s a bloody whiz at tiling, so it’s easier for me to keep out of the way and do stuff like tea-making and the like. That’s more my skillset.) so we’re most of the way there, and now it’s more a matter of finishing off, painting the un-tiled bits, and sorting out the people who are doing the flooring. They’ll also be doing the flooring in the office, so we can then get on with life, and put the office bits back together again too. I can’t wait!

Animal-wise, Psycho Cat missed Hound last week, and was obviously bored by mid-week with having nothing to beat up. He’s back to being slightly more settled now, as Hound came back from Kennels yesterday, and has since been properly battered by the cat. All is as it should be.


Half-Ton Man

I realise it was on earlier this week, but last night I finally got round to watching Channel 4’s Bodyshock programme “Half Ton Man” about Patrick Deuel, who was admitted to hospital weighing 76stone (over 1,000lbs).

Thankfully the programme didn’t focus just on Deuel, but on other people who had similar weight issues, including one man who had managed to lose nearly 30 stone in weight, only to put it back on again, and then lose it. It made for fascinating viewing, but at the same time I found it remarkably sad. All the people involved talked about their need for food being similar to an addiction, but it was the guy who had lost, then regained the weight that summed it up for me.

“I got down to 150lbs, and went out to have a celebratory frankfurter. And one turned into two. And two turns into three, and into four. And of course you’ve got to have the frankfurter with fries. And the fries have to have cheese on”

“Other people who binge on food might put on 5lbs, maybe even ten. When I have I binge, I put on 20, 25, even 30lbs”

That’s exactly the same reaction as an alcoholic – one drink is never enough. It turns into two, three, four, the bottle.

I found the programme sad, but it also made me wander wonder (sorry) about the partners and family of the people involved. In Deuel’s case, when he got married when he was 40-odd stone, but at that point he could still walk, stand up, and so on. Over the next ten years though, he ended up laying on a bed, unable to move, unable even to turn himself over. A huge mass of fat, still eating – the doctor in the programme said that just to maintain his weight, he must’ve been eating 12,000 calories per day – and doing nothing else. In that situation, you’d think that at some point the wife would turn around and say “Hang on, don’t you think this has gone just a bit too far? Can’t you see this isn’t doing you any good?” – to at least say something to them, not keep on feeding them…


Moving PCs

Over the weekend I will, with luck, be moving stuff over (at last) to a new PC. It’s not confirmed yet, as it depends on a couple of checks, and making sure the sodding thing works this time, but well, I’m optimistic. No idea why, but I am.

Anyway, as part of this process I was looking at what stuff I’ve got on the old PC, and what I’ll actually be wanting to move over. And quite honestly, the answer’s “Not Much”. I’ve got a whole load of stuff on there that I’ve used, or experimented with, and have then never used again. It’s just that I’ve also either a) never bothered to remove it, or b) removed it and been left with bits of unwanted crap that the uninstall process left hanging around.

There’s also a fair amount of stuff that I just don’t use any more. For example, DreamWeaver. I used to use it, and found it useful in a lot of ways – particularly for removing all the code cruft that Word puts into HTML pages. (At this juncture I should point out that various clients have given me Word documents with content in, or that they’ve had as “their website”, and which have then been converted by me into something that actually is a website. I’ve never used the “Save as HTML” option from any Micro$oft product.) but that’s the only thing I use it for.

Yes, there are programs and files I’ll be moving over to the new PC – TextPad, TopStyle, Crimson editor, that kind of thing. As well as all my photos, and all my music. But there’s one hell of a lot of stuff too that’s going to be either left on the old PC, or simply deleted when I format the old one later on…


Delayed Again

Work’s just beginning to get to me slightly. Yet again, the site launch has been delayed – this time by another two months – while they fuck about deciding a) what it should be called, and b) what it should look like.

Even if all goes well with this time period – and I’m not convinced it will – then I don’t think it’ll now launch ’til May/June, which will mean I’ve been here a year without anything that’s publicly visible. I’m now on version 4 of the site, and no-one’s really seen the first three, which I must admit I find pretty frustrating.

It doesn’t, however, mean I’m looking to move on or anything. I’ve learned a lot about the social-network side of web design, which has been interesting. And I’m in the process of developing some other ideas based around the concept for myself, some of which look (on initial “what-if?” type research) like they could be pretty good earners. And, with my normal skill, with some pretty stonking domain names too.

More will be revealed over the course of the year, obviously – but for now I’m keeping it all fairly schtum.

As for the “proper” work one, well, we’ll just have to see, won’t we.


Cold Day in Hell

Blimey, work’s dead stimulating today. Not.

OK, so we’ve finally been able to sort out the problems that plagued the set-up this morning – something to do with one of our American contingent rebooting servers, and getting it wrong, forgetting about some NTFS/Samba file shares that should’ve been unmounted before rebooting the servers, and then remounting them afterwards. Or something. I kind of know what he’s banging on about, but at the end of the day I don’t really care, and it could all be summed up by “So, what you’re saying is that you fucked it up, yes?“.

But since then, and since I’ve updated all the stuff I’d done over the last three days, getting it to work against Simon’s fuck-ups and failing-to-be-bothered-to-do-what-I-asked, it’s been fark-boring again.

So boring and dull, in fact, that I’ve even tidied up my desk, and got rid of a load of now-useless stuff from last year.

No, it doesn’t make me look any more efficient, or anything, but it was another of those “I really should do that at some point” jobs that days like today are made for.


Own Stuff

Of course, one good thing about working from home over the last few days has been that I also had the time (and, for once, the inclination) to sort out a sort-of-corporate(ish) website for my own private web-design stuff and so on. It used to be the site I used for my limited company, but as I folded that up last year, I needed to re-do some of the stuff so it was more about being me, rather than a limited company.

So I’ve spent time re-writing bits, re-organising other bits, and updating it as and when necessary. And now it’s live.

On that score I intend to keep work stuff and d4d™ a bit seperate, so I’m not going to add links between the two. I don’t mention d4d™ over there either, as it’s a personal site. Let’s face it, I’ve been known to bitch a bit about pain-in-the-bum clients before now, and I don’t want that to be easily linked to from the business side of things.

I’ve been thinking about putting a “workblog” into the other site, but as yet I’m still undecided. It smacks slightly of spreading myself too thin, to keep another blog even semi-updated as well as the regular stuff on d4d™, but it’s something I’ll keep on thinking about while I see how other stuff goes over there.

But at least it’s another thing struck off my “to-do” list.


Return to Work

So, back in the office again. All’s quiet so far, but that’s partly because a lot of them are up at some videoforum event in Earl’s Court today from the look of it.

Of course, that’s also the cue for half the systems stuff to go tits up too, which doesn’t really help.

All in all, it’s not really looking like a fun day. Hey Ho.


Complete

All done! Now it’s just the rest of the work that needs doing…


Final Day

Today is the final day of the bathroom suite replacement. Our nice plumbers sorted out the majority of the stuff yesterday, so again we were left with working toilet etc. – always a good thing! Of course, if they hadn’t, it also would’ve meant I’d have been far more reticent about drinking beer last night.

Today he should just be here for a couple of hours, doing the finishing bits. And lo, we’ll have a complete new suite. Happy Day.


Reminisce

I’ve just re-found an album I used to love when it first came out, Bomb The Bass’s “Clear“. Amazon says 2002 for it’s release, but that must be the re-release, because my copy has a “© 1995” on the back, and I know that’s just about when I got it.

It’s odd, because I don’t think I’ve listened to this album in at least four years, yet to me it still sounds as fresh and fantastic as it did back then. It must be a fair while, as it hadn’t even made its way into my MP3 files – a situation which has rapidly been rectified, I have to say. And listening to it has brought back a lot of memories of the ’95-’98 period when I listened to it a lot.

And that is why I’m fairly averse to throwing away CDs and the like. Sometimes you just forget how good something is, or don’t listen to it (or read it, or whatever) for a long time, but then you go back and think “Oh, yeah, that’s bloody good”


Workload

Over on his site, Gordon’s talking (for some of the post) about how his workload’s about to explode.

It’s interesting, because at the moment I’m in kind of the same boat. In fact, my workload should have already exploded, but I’ve pushed a couple of deadlines back so that I’m not utterly rammed with stuff. One of the new sites I’ve been talking about was going to be going live on 1st March, but what with one thing and another, I’ve decided to push it back to somewhere around Monday 3rd April (what sane site would launch on April 1st?) instead.

If all had been sane in the world of Lyle, I’d have been well able to get the site done by the first deadline. However, what with the office being in a state of decorative flux, and the bathroom work that we’ve been doing, I’ve lost most of the weekends so far this year, which makes for developing to that deadline rather difficult. Also, we’re going to be away for the first week of March, which makes it rather daft to try sending a site live, then sodding off for a week. Talk about recipe for disaster.

Oh, and in there as well I’ve also got to build a new PC. Yes, attempt #2 now that I’ve got a new Shuttle box to replace the one ordered before Christmas that turned out to be a right lemon. (Sorting out the RMA (Return to Manufacturer) may take a bit more time, but at least we’ll have that new PC) Which may or may not be easy, when you also take into account the back-ups, moving across of data, email, bookmarks, music, etc. etc.,

And once I’ve got the first website done, I’ve got two other ideas hovering over the horizon, which I intend to get straight on with once I’ve sorted the first one. And in addition to that, I’ve started lining up some work for myself doing private sites (and in one case, redoing one I did a while back) which’ll keep the money coming in as well. Oh, and my normal job too.

So yes, the workload’s due to grow exponentially in the next couple of months. It’ll be interesting to see what actually comes out of it all, and whether the expectations and predictions I’ve made for them will come to fruition or not. Only time will tell…


Phoning an Egg

Some people just have WAY too much time on their hands.


Progress

Well, the bathroom refit is progressing. By the end of yesterday the entire bathroom had been stripped out, bath and basin gone, flooring gone, pipes redone, and the bath was installed. We’ve still got working water, and the rest of the bathroom is going to be done this morning, apparently.

Then this afternoon will be the “joy” of replacing the toilet. Apparently this “shouldn’t take too long”, and he may actually be finished by the end of today. I’m not fussed if he’s not and it goes into tomorrow, because I’ve already got it all sorted with work that I go back in on Thursday, but if he finishes today then I’ll be really impressed.


Grrr

I despair. I really do.

I’m working from home, so I’m not in direct communication with the office the same way I am usually. You know, through being in the same fucking room, for instance.

So when I left on Friday, I sent an email to El Boss, and to Simon, the fuckwit other developer, to say “Hey, I’m working from home on Monday (and for most of the week) so I’ll be working on x section. Please leave it alone, so I don’t end up with issues when it comes to putting it back in to the system”. You wouldn’t have thought that was difficult to handle, would you?

So today I’m working on x section, like I’d said I would. And what comes in from work, but an email to let me know that Simon, the fuckbunch, has changed – you guessed it – x section. The cunt.

So I’ve just dumped his change, and sent an email to El Boss and Simon explaining just why I’ve done it. So we’ll just have to wait and see if anyone says anything…


Building Enthusiasm

At the moment I’m just trying to build up the enthusiasm to actually work. My mind’s not really on it at all today, and so I seem to be more furkling about with other stuff that’s not really related, and just generally footling along a bit.

It’s bad, because I know that we have a deadline of Friday for some development stuff, and while I’m a good 95% of the way there, the remaining 5% is actually quite important. It’s just that today I’m not in the mood for doing it, which really isn’t at all good. It should be, but it isn’t. Ah well.

I’m sure I’ll get there – but for now, well, procrastination appears to be king.


@Home

Well, following on from yesterday’s domestic destruction, I’m working from home for at least three days while the plumbers are here replacing the bathroom suite.

I’ve got a lot of stuff on for work, plus I really should be looking at working on the new site, although I may put sanity in front of workload, and push back the launch date of it by a month. Not a decision I’m overly happy with, but it is a shitload more realistic with everything else that’s been going on.

Still, at least Hound is now in kennels for the week – it’s not cruel, she’ll have a rare old time running round the fields etc. – which also means we may actually get some time to ourselves that isn’t governed by walks, feeding, etc. Should be interesting.

Anyway, best knuckle down, and do some stuff, hadn’t I? *ahem*


De-tiling

Today, Herself has been very brave, and let me loose in the bathroom with a hammer and cold chisel. Normally this would be filed under “Exceptionally Stupid”, but for once today was more about destruction than creation.

You see, over the next few days, we’re getting a new bathroom suite installed – bath, basin, and bog, all new and re-done. And then when that’s done, we (by which I mean primarily Herself, as I’m bobbins at it) will be re-tiling the bathroom. Which, of course, all combines to mean that we need to remove all the tiles from the bathroom walls. Yes, that’s a job for Mr Destructive, plus the hammer and cold chisel.

All told it took about 90 minutes to lay waste to the room. Which was pretty much what I’d predicted. I’ve come out of it fairly well, just a bundle of scratches from ceramic chips accelerating out of their parent tiles and embedding themselves in me at high speed. Oh, and a shitload of scraped knuckles where they’ve rammed into plaster, or into sharp tile edges. And one mysterious bruise in the middle of the back of my hand – not quite sure how that one got there, as I’d have noticed whacking my own hand with the hammer. I know, I’ve done it before. Hey, I’ve never even attempted to make out that I’m actually at all practical.

More impressive, though, is the fact that I’ve managed to not break anything that shouldn’t have been broken, the shower unit is still on the wall, and there’s no extra holes in the wall that shouldn’t be there.

All told, really a quite successful day.


IE7

One of the more interesting things this week has been the release of the second beta test of Internet Explorer 7. Supposedly it’s all-singing all-dancing – and of course with the work I’m doing, I had to download the test.

I’ve only been using it a couple of days, but already it has good and bad bits. Yes, it’s certainly better than IE6, and by a considerable margin. Mind you, in many ways it’d be difficult to be worse. But is it the Firefox-killer it was mooted to be?

In short, no. It still doesn’t handle the CSS standards as well as Firefox (or Opera, or Mozilla, or Seamonkey, or Safari, or – well – anything, really), it still has idiosyncacies that shouldn’t exist, and it’ll still mean lots of people design sites purely for IE that then break in any other browser. (On a personal basis, I have a tendency now to develop sites that work in everything else, but then break in IE because I haven’t tested them there – I know, I should – but well, it’s using IE. It just makes me shudder)

I’ll write more about it as I use it more, I’m sure.


DWT Days

With the way this week has been, I’ve come to a grand policy decision…

If I ever do have my own company again, and if I employ people within it, then I intend to have a policy of having something like five days per year for each employee that are simply called DWT Days. DWT stands for “Don’t Want To”. Say it in a childish and petulant way, and you’ll get the idea. It’s for days where you just don’t want to. Dont Want To get up, Don’t Want To go to work, Don’t Want To deal with people, all that kind of thing.

The only perceptible problem I can come up with for it is that on weeks like this one, five DWT days just simply isn’t enough…


Anti-Spam

Having just gone through my list of comments marked as spam by SK2, it looks like it’s beginning to get a bit over-zealous. So I’ve taken out about five (admittedly, five from the 430 on the list) and restored them to their proper positions. I’ll keep an eye on this over the next few weeks, I think.

Who knows, it might even be time to upgrade to WP2.0. It’s just not a concept that fills me with glee right now.

In the meantime, sorry Pix, Rob, Tom, and the others whose comments had disappeared.


Voiceovers – a solution?

Having been getting annoyed by voiceovers, summaries, and all sorts of other “dumbing down” guff recently, I think I’ve just come up with the solution. (OK, it’d take some approval from the TV people, but all the same it’s a bit of a knockout idea

Channels. Soundtrack channels, like on a DVD. You could have the normal soundtrack channel, voiceover and all, as the default, but you could then change the soundtrack channel if you wanted, similar to the “director’s commentary” on DVD, so that all you got was the actual programme, no voiceovers.

Hell, I’d subscribe to an option like that, if it could be made into a generic ( i.e. multi-channel) consideration. Mind you, I’d also be willing to do the same for advert-free viewing, but that’s something else, and probably technically harder to do.


Personalisation

Sometimes I find it quite amusing to get supposedly “personalised” emails from companys. For example, on occasion I know I’ll never use a site again, but if I have to register in order to make an order, I’ll use a made-up name, and/or email address, just to see whether anyone ever checks these things. Then you can end up with an email to “tosspot@{domain}.com”, and the title in the email reads to “Mr FuckOff YouBastards”, or somesuch. But that’s something for another post…

Today’s example came from Ticketmaster, who have decided that because I’ve bought tickets in the past for Faithless, Henry Rollins, Chris Rea and the V Festival 2006, I might like – are you ready? – Robin Gibb at Blenheim Palace. Yeah, that’s so similar to all my other preferences…


CEOs and the like

Work’s been interesting today. Over the last few months two of the founders have been at each other’s throats for various reasons, and it’s all come to a head. So one leaves tomorrow, which we already knew was happening, and the other, the company’s CEO told us this morning that he was leaving today. Which is, to say the least, quite a development.

We already had a new guy coming in as Chairman of the company, but he’s now also taking the role of CEO. I think it’ll be good for the business, but all the same it was quite a surprising development first thing this morning!

What occurred to me later is that now all three of the people who interviewed me for this job have now left. In fact, I’m probably about the fourth or fifth longest-running member of the team now. Which is kind of scary, seeing as I’ve only been here since July…


Sexy?

Nice to see that a lot of people have no taste whatsoever.


Voiceovers

I know I’ve written about this before – particularly in a post about Dragon’s Den – but recently Masterchef (Sorry, “Masterchef Goes Large”) has succumbed to the plague of the voiceover.

I still don’t know why we have to have them in these programmes – the entire thing’s only 30 minutes long, and we seriously don’t need to be reminded of what the judges have said when they’ve only just bloody well said it. I’ve been blessed with a short-term memory for these things, so please, let me use it. The programme isn’t watched by goldfish – well, maybe it is, but you get my point – and we don’t need these summarys and precis (precii, precisses?) every 30 seconds.

Now, what was I talking about?


Run Silent

When I’m walking I find I tend to forget that while I’m a fairly big guy, it turns out I can walk very quietly. And fast.

Herself regular complains that I “sneak up” behind her (for which read “walk up making my normal level of noise”) and make her jump because she hasn’t heard me approaching.

Today as I walked to the train station, I was reminded of this by two people, both of whom jumped as I walked past them. One even emitted that kind of shocked “squeak” noise that’s actually quite comical. I suppose seeing someone as they come past you, walking fast enough that you could perhaps take it to be jogging/running, when you haven’t heard any noise from them, is kind of surprising.

There’s no real relevance to this, it was just something odd for today.


Escalation

Today, Diamond Geezer has a wonderful piece on a subject close to my own heart – Fuckwits/Yokels and Escalators (of course, he phrases it slightly more tactfully)

Well worth the read.

I wrote about this – albeit in a slightly more ranty fashion a long time back. It’s good to see nothing’s changed. Well, except the *cough* design of this site – seeing an old page I hadn’t got round to moving over really is pretty scary. And eye-damaging…


Weasels

So, today is the deadline for the return of the Self Assessment forms for Tax Year 2004-2005. That’s fine. And if it’s not put in by today, then you’re liable for an extra £100 fine for not sending it in.

OK, all well and good.

Except that, because in my case the Inland Revenue are utter, utter cunts, I didn’t get the return form until Saturday. Which makes the entire thing rather more difficult than it should be. As yet I don’t know whether I’ll get the £100 penalty added in, and then have to protest (again) about it before they’ll do anything. It wouldn’t surprise me.

I know it won’t be a quick process. I’m still in arguments with the incompetent tossbags about the 2003-2004 tax year, which again I didn’t get any return for at all. In fact the only reason I knew I was even being self assessed is because I ended up getting a snotty letter saying “you haven’t returned it, you now owe us £xxxx (I won’t go into the amount, but suffice to say it’s a) bollocks and b) a lot ) Eventually I got a duplicate form, which I returned along with the relevant P60 and all the documentation. Which they’ve then managed to lose.

When the Inland Revenue send out your forms, they work on the assumption that you’ve received them. “We’ve sent them, therefore you must have received them. It’s your fault you haven’t.” is the attitude. However, when you send items to the Inland Revenue, they work on the assumption that they haven’t received them. And guess what? It’s your fault that they haven’t received them. On the BBC news this morning, they had said to take your tax return to the nearest tax office, and get a receipt for it. Only it turns out that the tax offices won’t actually give out receipts. So you can hand in your form to the tax office on time, they can lose it, you won’t have any proof, and guess what? Yep, it’s your fault.

As far as I’m concerned, the Inland Revenue are scumbags of the direst proportions. The ratio of helpful people to cunts seems to be about 1:1000 (and I reckon I’m being optimistic at that level) and at the end of the day they only seem to exist to penalise you when you get things wrong. If all goes according to the plan, you fill in the forms, you tell them what you’ve earned, you tell them what tax you should pay on it, and you pay the tax. So what do the cunts actually do all day?


Secure?

As most people in the UK know, credit and debit cards have been switching over to the “Chip and PIN” system, which is supposedly more secure against credit-card fraud and the like.

On February 14, anyone with a “chip and PIN” card will no longer be able to sign a credit-card slip for their purchases, and must know their PIN number instead.

Anyway, that’s a minor digression. The main thrust is that supposedly “Chip and PIN” is more secure. It’s supposed to stop credit card fraud, and all this bollocks. We’ll ignore the fact that anyone can “shoulder-surf” and get the PIN number. And the fact that the PIN number is the same whether you’re using a cash machine or doing a transaction – which means that if someone gets your PIN number and card (you know, by shoulder-surfing the number in a shop, then grabbing the bag on the way out – that’s just one example, of course) then they can get the maximum cash transaction out like *that* (clicks fingers), which of course renders the card owner liable, as they’re not likely to have called the card company in that couple of minutes and registered the card as stolen. And, of course, the bank will say “Well, you let someone see your PIN number. Therefore you’re in breach of your agreement with us, and thus liable for all losses on that account/card”.

Again, a minor digression there.

My point is this : If “Chip and PIN” is so secure, how come I’ve just seen the following transaction…

“Did you know your PIN number’s locked on this card?” (ie you can’t use the PIN, because you’ve had three goes and failed to get it right)
“Yes, I was trying to use it in the supermarket, and got all flustered with everyone behind me, so I forgot the number, and now it’s locked”
“OK, just sign on the slip here”
“Thanks”
“And there’s your card back”

WHAT? So you can have a locked PIN, which signifies three failed attempts at the number, and instead of cancelling the card, or keeping it, it’s been given back once, then used just on the signature again, and then given back yet again? How the blue blazing fiddly fuck is that a secure transaction?


“Mad About”

Help me, please. There’s been an advert recently where the tagline was “Mad About” and then whatever the product was.

The advert was fucking horrible, and really grating. But I need to know what it was to detract the company directors from using the tagline “Mad About [x]” as the site tagline…


Weekend

Again, blog-wise at least, it was a quiet weekend here. The office is now completely painted, and we’ve done a shitload of domestic gubbins (including replacing the recently-purchased Hoover with a Dyson, as the Hoover one had keeled over and died within a month)

Of course, moving the office round meant that the PC was in pieces on the desk – some things never change – and completely disconnected. So this morning involved getting everything back reconnected and working – and lo, it does.

But yes, a quiet weekend involving lots of domestic gubbins, dog-walking, and not much else. Which makes a change, and was really quite pleasant.


RSS

Gah, sometimes I hate doing development work.

Because the site I’m working on has blogging, our “consultant” has insisted we have RSS feeds on it. Great, what a wonderful idea. I’ve never done the actual creation of an RSS feed before, so have no fucking idea how to do one – and most of the stuff on Google seems to be of the kind that says “It’s dead easy. Just do it” without actually giving any useful/relevant information, except perhaps “download this piece of software, which’ll do it for you”. Which isn’t actually what I’m looking for.

And the consultant? Well, I’ve asked repeatedly for information on what to do to create these things – after all, he’s so pro- them, he should know how they’re written, right? Does he chuffaslike. I get the same kind of comments from him – it’s obvious that while the idea may be great, his concept of the implementation is, shall we say, a tad lacking.

Typical fuckin’ consultant, in other words.


Renewal

Oh bugger. My mobile phone contract is due to expire at the end of Feb/March (can’t remember which) and last night I got the first of the calls from some scamming bunch of bastards wanting me to move to their service to change my mobile contract.

“Hi, i’m from [insert name of scamming bastards here] and I understand your mobile contract is coming to the end”
“I’m not interested, thank you.”
“We can offer you a better service, and ”
(louder)”I’m not interested, thank you.”
“it’ll cost you less than you’re currently on. We check with the”
(even louder, and speaking slowly, as the guy’s obviously borderline retarded)”I’m not interested. Thank you.”
“five main mobile companies, O2, Vodafone…”
“Not interested. Goodbye”
*click*

The twat then rang back. Realised, and fucked off.

However, I know that this is just going to be the first of many. Time to get snotty….


Warmth

Gah, why do these things always happen when it’s coldest? Yesterday morning, we discovered that the boiler had packed up. The ignition coil was keeping on trying to light the pilot light (it’s a gas boiler, in case you hadn’t worked that out already) but nothing was working/happening. And, of course, it’s been one of the coldest weeks in a while. Joy.

So yesterday I spent some time trying to get hold of the guy we’d had to sort out the gas disconnect/reconnect when we did the kitchen refit late last year. And wouldn’t you just know it? He’s busy, a fair distance away.

Fortunately though, he recommended another guy, and when I contacted him, he agreed to come round and fix it.

And that’s how it happened – he arrived about 3:15 (having called me earlier so I could leave work and get home), opened up the boiler, diagnosed the problem, (a short-circuiting HT lead, whatever that may be) fixed it, and was gone by 4pm. And because it turned out to be a lot simpler than the semi-expected “new circuit board” or “new solenoid”, all it cost was the call-out fee plus VAT. Can’t be bad… And all done within 12 hours of the boiler failing – got the luck of the devil. *grin*


Fours

Another memey thing from Pix…
Four jobs I’ve had in my life

  1. Shop Manager
  2. Pub/ Hotel Manager
  3. Self Employed IT Contractor
  4. Web Designer/Programmer

Four movies I can watch over and over

  1. Tootsie (sad, but true)
  2. Split Second
  3. Memento
  4. Delicatessen

Four places I have lived (picked from a list of many)

  1. Oxfordshire
  2. Woburn
  3. Rugby
  4. Manchester

Four TV shows I love to watch

  1. West Wing
  2. CSI (Las Vegas)
  3. House
  4. Scrapheap Challenge

Four places I have been on vacation

  1. Ireland
  2. Canary Islands
  3. Scotland
  4. Somerset

Four of my favourite dishes

  1. Thai Curry
  2. Lasagne
  3. Pasta in general
  4. Scallops

Four websites I visit daily

  1. Gordon
  2. Slashdot
  3. BBC News
  4. Userfriendly

Four places I would rather be right now

  1. Scotland
  2. Somewhere Sunny
  3. In Bed
  4. Not Here

Domain Names

I’m sure I’ve written about this before (I just can’t be arsed to check right now), but I seem to have a strange talent for finding available domain names. For instance, the one I’m developing from home is such a great domain name I can’t believe it’s not been taken.

At work, they’re panicking (is that spelled right?) because they’ve discovered another company with the same name as the domain they were planning to use. Yeah, sure, it’s just the .de domain, but all the same, they’re a bit “Oh fuck” about it. So Yours Truly starts spodding around coming up with a few name concepts and so on.

Out of the 27 domain names I looked at, 17 were completely available ( by which I mean the .com, .co.uk, .net, .org, .biz and .info domains were available), with another 8 that only had one of the six taken (interestingly, normally the .org, for reasons unknown) Which makes for a pretty good hit-rate, all things considered.


Sack of Shit

I know, why don’t we create a piece of software that can be installed on a website, and has a “config” folder where all the configuration files are kept.

Then, when we’ve done the documentation etc., why don’t we change the location of one of those configuration files, so that users have to figure out what the fuck is going on for themselves, and even the documentation won’t be of any use at all. How cool would that be?

Bastards.


New Glasses

Well, in a short while I’m going to be heading to the opticians to pick up my new glasses. They’ve been waiting a couple of days, but this is the first opportunity I’ve had to go and get them.

I’m quite looking forward to it, actually. Although that’s probably an indication that I really am quite a sad person in oh so many ways…

Updated : Well, they’re both groovy. Some slight weirdness in one pair, but I think that’s down to a change in lens shape and thickness, which is making one section of vision slightly blurry. I’ll either get used to it, or they’ll fix it. But yes, in general, well sorted.


Underestimated

Sometimes I could slap myself.

One particular function on the website had been working way back when I initially wrote the demos etc., and then when we did the manic upgrade and re-develop late last year, it fell by the wayside. Because I’d written this thing before, I figured it wasn’t going to be a big issue to do again.

Oh, how wrong I was. I’d estimated a day to get it all sorted and upgraded, working and looking pretty. After all, I knew what was needed, didn’t I?

Short answer: No, I fucking didn’t. The stuff I was looking at had been rewritten “to be easier to understand” by Simon (AKA “Fuckwit of the Western World”), which has meant I’ve had to re-do it not once, but twice, having realised halfway through that actually there was an easier way of doing all this, and what it needed was to take a chainsaw to the stuff that’d been written by FOTWW.

All in, it’s taken four days. If I take out the time spent in meetings etc., it still comes out as three days. But at least now it’s done, and – to be immodest – it fuckin’ rocks.

So I’m pleased it’s all out of the way, I’m just annoyed it took me three times longer than expected. Ah well…


Bookmarks

Am I the only person to have a bundle of useless and/or (almost) uncategorisable stuff filed in my internet bookmarks in a folder simply titled “Random Shit” ?

For some reason it made people laugh when I had to use my PC to demonstrate some stuff today…


Genius

Hey, I know, it’s bloody cold today, so why don’t we turn off all the train heating systems?

After all, we left the bloody things on all summer when they weren’t needed, so we have to save a bit of money now. So why not on one of the coldest mornings so far this year?

Tossers.


For Fuck’s Sake

Remember I was wondering whether it was me or Simon who was being a cunt? The answer has been displayed amply today…

Instance 1:
Over the weekend a bug was found. A seriously relevant bug that meant new users couldn’t register on the site. Primarily my fault, but with other bits that were Simon’s fault. I fixed the problems with my stuff late on Sunday, and because I wasn’t going to be in ’til 11am today, sent Simon an email saying “I’ve fixed the basic fuck-ups – can you sort it out and put it up to the demo site that I don’t have access to from home?”. When I got in at 11am(ish) I checked with him whether he’d done it.

Oh no, I didn’t look at my emails at all

So it still wasn’t fixed. Cunt.

Instance 2:
The stuff I’m working on at the moment and rewriting in its entirety is a big section. So I’d said to Simon “don’t do anything to this section, as I’m working on it and re-doing everything so it works better”. This morning, lo and behold, he’s done changes – to the old version, before I got my hands on it – and re-loaded it into the system. If I hadn’t backed up everything on a USB stick as well, I’d have lost two days work. Cunt.

Instance 3:
Related to Instance 2, the rewrite is throwing up major problems. I explain this to him.

“Oh, well you can’t change that, or the way it’s written, because it’ll screw up the other stuff I’ve been doing.”

So the stuff he’s doing doesn’t fit in with the standards we’ve agreed on.
Cunt.


West Wing

According to the BBC Today, The West Wing is to be cancelled after its current series finishes in May.

It’s lasted seven seasons, and up ’til recently has been one of the most consistently fantastic series around. Season 6 seems to have lost its way a lot since the creator, Aaron Sorkin, quit. The replacement people, particularly when it comes to script-writing don’t seem to have quite clicked in with it yet. In fact, Season Six is the first one I haven’t devoured in about three sittings. Yes, I will watch it in the end, but it just hasn’t been quite as right as the previous seasons. And yes, I’ll get Season 7 when it comes out on DVD over here.

I just hope that it comes to a satisfactory conclusion, rather than a simple season end with no closure or “what happened next?”.


Whale I Never

I have to admit, I didn’t want to go and see the whale in the Thames over the weekend, and wouldn’t have wanted to even if I lived in London. Even if I lived right on the banks of the Thames where it was, I wouldn’t have wanted to see it.

I can understand why people wanted to. But in general if a whale’s that bloody lost, it’s going to die. The stupid thing with whales is that when they’re epically lost, they seem to follow the ethos of “I’m lost, I’ll just keep going straight on ’til I find something that’s familiar”. And even if it had been towed back to sea, the odds are that – for that reason – it would’ve come straight back up the Thames again.

So no, I didn’t want to see it. I didn’t even want to see it on TV. When we were in Iceland a couple of years back, we did see some whales in their natural environment – not many, because it wasn’t the right season, but we got lucky. Seeing them like that was fantastic, and I’d love to go on a proper whale-watching trip. (and have every intention of doing so) But seeing one lost, disoriented, and not in its true natural environment? No, that doesn’t/didn’t appeal one little bit.


Getting Round To Things – Part II

Oh yes, and I finally got round to registering with Shuttle that my new(ish) box is, frankly, fucked.

I know, I should’ve done it a while back, but – as with many things with me – I never got round to it. As part of ’06’s semi-resolution to be more organised (and it’s slowly happening – very, very slowly) then that’s one of the things that needed doing quickly. So now we get to see what their customer services and support stuff is like. Oh goody…


Getting Round to Things

A fairly busy weekend has been had, hence not a lot of updates on here.

The office room has been semi-stripped, with a lot of stuff moved out, and another lot of stuff (mainly bookcases and my old desk) snapped up and taken to the dump. Then we’ve painted half the walls. When that’s done, the remaining half of the office will be moved into the newly-decorated bit, and then we can paint the remaining walls too. In effect we’re doing the work with a minimum of disruption to our worklife, which does involve working from home.

In addition to shopping, dump runs, decorating and dog-walking, the plans for the rest of the house redevelopment have come together, with Herself knocking up a plan of what needs doing in the utility room etc. In addition, we’ve had a plumber round to give us a quote on the work that needs doing on the bathroom and kitchen – and he’s come back with an amount that seems pretty respectable.

Oh, and I’ve been able to knock together the database layouts, requirements, and tables for two sites I’m working on. One’s my own, the other’s more on the “potential” list at the moment, but has given me more of an idea about what I’m letting myself in for. Now I just need to do a bit of research on setting up https pages, which is something I’ve never done before…


Weekend At Last

At last, it’s Saturday. The end to a working week.

Of course, that doesn’t actually mean I’m not going to be working. It’s just that I won’t be doing my “proper” job. I’ve still got a couple of quotes to send out for some new bits of work, a couple of other letters to do, and a bundle of stuff to do with the new site.

There’s probably some other stuff to get out of the way too – and I think Herself is wanting us to start on redecorating the room that currently holds the role of “home office” too, which might make things a bit more interesting…

All in all, it’ll probably be good to head back to work for a rest!


Tumourific

According to the news today, a four-year study on mobile phone use has concluded that it doesn’t actually correlate with an increased prevalence of brain tumours in mobile phone users.

My opinion is that heavy mobile phone use just makes people act as though they’ve got brain tumours. (pre-assuming, of course, that there’s a brain there in the first place) I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve been walked in to by people on the phone, or had to swerve round morons who’ve received a text message and apparently can’t walk and read/reply at the same time.

I suppose it’s a similar thing to the way the majority of BMW drivers are tossers. The car doesn’t make them that way – but there’s a correlation between being a tosser and driving a BMW. This was partly agreed on in this morning’s BBC News by Quentin Wilson. Talking about how the BMW 3 series (320d, to be exact) has been picked as What Car?’s Car of the Year, he prattled on about how people buy cars because they make them look sexier, or some such bollocks, and that’s why the BMW’s won this year.

Sorry, but a car doesn’t (and can’t) make you look sexier. Or, more accurately, maybe it can, but I doubt it makes that much of an impression on most people. Then again, I’m forever realising that I really don’t understand the general public all that much at all.


Wilson Pickett

I was going to “wait for the midnight hour” to post this, but then couldn’t be arsed.

All the same, RIP Wilson Pickett. Definitely a great of the soul-singing world…


Sweary

I’m sure I’ve wittled on about this before, but truly quality swearage. Excellent stuff, and always makes me smile.


Bizarre Spam

I’m getting dolloped with a load of truly strange spam comments at the moment.

They all seem to consist of text that says something like

Why that long to be loaded a site, and it is very bad with the text, and so very good site

…And that’s it.

I’m not sure what the point of them is, other than being fucking annoying – and with some of the most piss-poor grammar/logical process recently witnessed by mankind.


Quitting the World

Blimey. Konica Minolta has announced it’s giving up on its camera and photography business completely.

That’s quite an announcement – KM have been in the camera business for a long time, yet now they’ve decided that it’s time to bail out. Some of the business, primarily the digital camera stuff, is being sold to Sony. Other than that, it’s just being gradually folded up.


Is It Me?

Every so often, particularly when it comes to work-related stuff, I find I have a bit of a confidence crisis. Primarily it’s to do with working in a team – I can work OK with other people who are doing different stuff to me, but when I’m working in a team of people doing something it all starts to go a bit tits-up.

This week has, to a degree, been one of those times.

As most people know, I’m working for a company doing web design/programming work, and we also have one American in charge of other sites, and another web programmer. The American and I get on OK-ish, but we can also clash like cat’n’dog (and I’m talking here about Psycho Cat and Hound) although normally we realise we’re talking about the same things from opposing sides.

With Simon, the other web programmer, we just have conflicting styles. I’m capable of doing most stuff when it comes to websites, including basic design, layout, appearance, useability, blah, blah, blah. Simon purely does web programming. Anything else is “someone else’s job”. Guess who “someone else” normally turns out to be. The other problem is that really he doesn’t seem to be conscious of things like deadlines, or whatever. So much stuff that he’d been asked to do by Christmas has still not been done – or, more often, has ended up being done by me instead.

I find I get frustrated by this kind of thing – I can’t deny, I’m better suited to being independent, to being the only person doing this stuff. That way I only have to rely on myself, instead of relying on others who normally don’t do what they’re supposed to. It’s not an ideal way to be – it makes team-work particularly trying, it has to be said. But I do continue to try dealing with it all.

Anyway, sometimes it gets to a point where I have to take a step back, and when that happens I also find myself wondering whether actually it’s me that’s the problem, rather than other people. I find it easy to find fault with others, or to see that they’re not living up to my standards.

So is it that actually my standards are too high? Should I just work to the lower common denominator, and not get annoyed when people only live up to that, instead of getting the work done when promised?


@media

Yay! I’ve just finally persuaded my workplace to stump up the £400 (plus VAT) to send me to @Media 2006 in London in June.

For the stuff I do it’s going to be super-relevant. I’m already looking forward to it…

Mind you, work aren’t going to fund a hotel or anything for me while I’m at @Media, so it’s going to mean being on the train at 7am to get in to London in good time. Oh, how I’m already not looking forward to that. But all in all, it’ll be worth it.


Hysterical

Today’s morning news was awash with the story that Fathers 4 Justice (but apparently, not “4” Literacy) had “plotted” to kidnap Tony Blair’s son, Leo, and that the “plot” had been broken up by police.

However, if you read more about the story (BBC version of the story here), you get to realise that this wasn’t a plot at all, except in the tiny minds of the media.

The plan only got as far as what police called the “chattering stage”, BBC correspondent Ben Ando said.

Police believed a fringe section of campaign group Fathers 4 Justice discussed the idea but did not have the ability to do it.

So basically it was a small group of people talking bollocks in a pub.

“You know what’d get us in the papers? Kidnapping Blair’s kid”
“Yeah, that’d be great.”
“Pity we’d end up in jail, or shot as terrorists”
“Yeah, that’s not so great”
“Best not do it then, yeah?“


Preparation

Gah.

I got told last night at 5pm “Oh, by the way, we’ve got a meeting tomorrow to discuss all the stuff about the site. Can you make sure everything’s perfect, and also do screendumps of all the pages, both from the new version, and the development one you did over the summer“.

Nothing like being well-prepared, and having the material easily available, is there?

In this case, absolutely nothing like being well prepared. So last night was spent fixing pages my erstwhile colleague had been asked (repeatedly) to do and hadn’t, and this morning I’m printing out the entire thing.

Joy.


Americanisms

Another in a brief series on how to spot you’re working with Americans…

Yeah, sure, we should look at whether we should productise that module


Death Sentence

In the US this morning, a 76-year old man was executed at San Quentin prison. He had organised three murders when he was 50. Now, 26 years later, his sentence has finally been carried out.

That’s quarter of a century on Death Row. He committed the crimes, and that was proven in 1980. The American legal system has then kept this man alive for 26 years, through processes of appeals, re-trials and so on.

I’m not a fan of the death penalty – personally I find it abhorrent. But equally I find the concept of being on Death Row for twenty-six years to be disgusting. It’s no wonder that American jails are overcrowded if it can take quarter of a century to carry out that sentence…

Note: I know I haven’t constructed this post at all well – my head’s in other things at the same time. I’ll probably revisit it or rewrite it later.


Bookshop

Over the Festering Season I received some National Book Tokens, which were pretty cool, as I obviously read a lot, and all that jazz.

Spending them, on the other hand, was a bloody nightmare. Although it did help to remind me why I normally buy books online instead.

First of all, the local bookshop. It’s an Ottakars – not brilliant, but not bad, and (for the moment anyway) at least it’s fairly independent, and not part of a huge chain. (although they may end up being taken over by HMV.) Their stocks are OK, but not brilliant.

I’d taken in a list of books I was thinking of buying. Could I find any of ’em? Could I chuff. Not one. And when I asked the staff, I got told “Oh no, we’d have to special order that – it’ll be at least two weeks”. Useless. I did end up getting a couple of books, which amounted to £12.98, and paid with the £15 of tokens. Great, no problem at all.

Or not. Turns out that Ottakars won’t offer change (i.e. actual coins) for book tokens – they give you the difference back in yet more tokens. Great, 2 £1 tokens. They’ll go towards something useful, I’m sure. Of ocurse, it would’ve also helped if they’d actually had any £1 tokens in the tills, too. Instead they had to a) get a supervisor, b) get the supervisor to go back to the office to get the tokens, and c) wait for them to come back to the till. All in all that took about ten minutes.

So yes, overall, I can’t really see me being converted back to bookshops from Amazon, if that’s indicative of how it all works…


Tatlas

Supposedly, the name of a business really matters. The name can make or break a company, particularly in the fashion and clothing industries.

So, when going through Bracknell today, I spotted a clothing shop with the name “Tatlas”. I’ve never heard of them before, but the brand-name just makes me think of the tagline “Tat from around the world”.

Or is that just me?


Organisation – Getting There

Well, the first few steps of the organisational stuff are beginning to happen.

I’ve actually (finally) sent out the invoices for some stuff I did before Christmas. Yes, see, I’m even disorganised when it comes to money that people owe me. Not for much longer, but yes, it’d got that bad.

All told, it doesn’t come to that much – less than £100 – which is probably why it’s taken me ages to get round to it. But it’s worth doing. After all, money’s money.

We also sat down last night and wrote out a bundle of to-do lists, which was certainly something I needed to do. My worry with these lists is if I forget to add something on to them – in which case the odds are even higher that I’ll forget all about it very quickly. So I need to get myself into the habit of writing stuff down when I agree to it or remember it, and that way the odds are lessened. But it’s a bit of a faff all the same. Still, I’ll get there.


Pushing the Limits

Well, I’ve got the holding page sorted for the new site. Doesn’t sound like much, but it’s an acknowledgement of the basics. There’s still a lot of work to be done – but now at least it’s started.

I’ve decided that I’m going to give myself a latest start-date of 1st March. If I can make it sooner then great, I will do, but 1st March is a realistic goal, I think. There’ll still be a lot to be done after that, but that’s when it’ll all go live, and I can start talking about it, publicising it, that kind of thing.

In the meantime I’ve got to get all the pages written, tested, and some initial stuff in there so it doesn’t look bog-awful. But five weeks should be more than enough to deal with that stuff.

So yes, five weeks to get it done. It’ll be interesting to see how things go.


Rethink

Well, yes, I started off thinking about using Smarty templates on the new site.

Then I thought again. First of all, I want to start getting this stuff off the ground and working. So why should I blow time and effort on starting from scratch with a new templating system? Surely it’s going to be better to start off with what I know, primarily as a proof-of-concept, and keeping in mind that yes, I will want to sort it all into templates later. And ideally with a minimum of code-cruft and work.

But for now, well hell, I might as well just do it in my normal way, which is fairly modular (i.e. templated) anyway, just without bundles of extra stuff. Then when it’s up and running I can run a development copy that uses the templates. When they’re all up, running, and tested, I can move them into the main site. Hey, that almost sounds like something sensible.

I must be doing something wrong…


Shutter Bug

Another thing I haven’t really started up yet this year is the photography stuff. There’s a lot I want to do there, and some ideas I’ve got for a (potentially) big series of images to work on, but as yet I haven’t done it.

The new camera bag, though, is fantastic. One of my continuing concerns (concern isn’t the right word, but for now I can’t think of the right one) is always about bags etc. that make it look like you’ve got important/valuable equipment with you. I never use a laptop bag for that precise reason – yes, sure it makes my laptop look a bit rougher, to have had it in a backpack instead of the perfect case, but that’s a small price to pay. I don’t understand the people who carry their super-expensive laptop all nice and protected in its case, hanging off one shoulder. It’s so easy for some scrot to come alongside, grab the bag, and run like shit. I’ve seen it happen – the victim doesn’t expect it, the ever-present “it couldn’t happen to me” mindset firmly in place, and then bang, gone and away down the road.

Obviously I feel the same about pro camera-bags. The one I got with the camera for my birthday falls into this ilk – it’s a great bag, but at the end of the day it looks like a camera bag. And for wandering around, I don’t want to advertise “Hey, look, there’s this camera bag here – the likelihood is, it’s got a grand’s worth of gear in it.” . The crumpler backpack fulfils my requirements on that score just about perfectly – at a glance, and even on further inspection, it’s just another backpack. Different styling, sure, but nothing special or obvious about it.

It’ll get its first really heavy-duty outing in a couple of months time, when we’re up in the Lake District. Obviously the camera will be going, and the backpack will be the best way to do it. So that’s the plan.

But there’s other stuff over the year too – and it’s all filed at the moment under “Ideas to Try”. I’ll get there, and there’s the ideas and thoughts, but at the moment it’s all “to try”, rather than “in progress”.


Organised?

So yes, this year I’m aiming to get myself more organised. In theory it shouldn’t be hard to improve on my current organisational status, which kind of relies on “Oh yeah, must remember to do that sometime soon”. Which, when you get down to it, really isn’t all the organised at all.

I know I should write “to-do” lists, have plans, have filing cabinets, and ordered places for things, but I just never get round to it. Item one on any to-do list would be “write to-do lists”. Again, hardly ideal.

I’ve even slacked off a bit with D4D™ of late – I seem to have a particular problem with writing stuff on weekends. No good reason really, just that normal domestic life sometimes means that spending time online writing stuff doesn’t happen. No bad thing in a lot of ways – hell, it does sort of signify some kind of life away from technology, if nothing else! – but in others it annoys me that I’ve begun missing days. Something else that needs to be addressed, I suppose.

So anyway, I’ve got to get myself more organised. It’s something I want to do, I just don’t quite know how to go about it. And, of course, “getting organised” is quite a big thing, probably worthy of a to-do list all of its own.

I know it needs to happen, and I need to start working on it. Just bear with me while it happens. I’ll get there, I know that – it’s about bloody time, after all – but the first bit of 2006 is likely to be a bit sporadic while it all comes together.


Templating

Over the weekend, I’m going to be doing some more work on the new site. I’ve got most of it in my head now, so it’s “just” a matter of now getting it into code, and working.

As part of that process, I’ve decided to be “brave” and use a templating system for the first time on a home-grown site. I can see that it’ll have a lot of strengths in the long run, but my experiences with the templating “system” *cough* we use for work’s main site is such a sack of shit I’m still not certain about them. So it’s all part of my own learning curve, really, seeing if another method for doing them is going to be better.

I’m going to be going with one I got asked about for a job interview a while back, Smarty. The name doesn’t fill me with optimism, but hell, I’m willing to give it all a bash.

I’ll write more about them on Monday, I’m sure…


Bum-Numbing

Gah, a three-hour meeting. My arse is number than a numb thing from Numbtown.

Still, it’s been fairly productive. Now I just need to restore some kind of feeling in my arse… Hmm, perhaps I could’ve found a better phrase than that one. Ah well.


Disturbing

For once I’m going to apologise about the image that this post may conjure up. Trust me, it was worse having to see it first hand.

I’m not a fan of the changing rooms at gyms – too many people (usually), too little space, and, well, blokes in various states of undress. And believe me, Nick Kamen they ain’t. Now, I realise I’m hardly a pin-up of the male physique – far from it – but I do try to keep it at least mainly under cover. It appears that I’m the exception in this, but there we go.

Last night was the worst one so far though. Having been to the gym, I go back to get changed, and opposite me are two men who are preparing for their session. Well, either that or they were getting dressed in lycra bodysuits for a night on the town. I didn’t ask. Both were at least forty, and in the gay world would’ve been referred to as bears. (although not as bad as this “not for those of a sensitive disposition” image.)

The disturbing part, though, was when both of them started rubbing Vaseline into their arse-cracks and round their balls. In fairness they were doing it to themselves, not to each other, but all the same it was hard to miss such an activity…


Dryer

I’ve decided, I hate Psycho Cat.

Last night the weather was cold, foul, and rainy. Cat came inside at some point during the night, equally cold, wet and foul. And so, of course, decided that as a human I am there simply to serve, and thus I became the point of warmth that Cat could dry himself on.

Namely, the small of my back. At somewhere around 3am. There’s something innately disturbing about the feeling of cold, wet fur on one’s back in the middle of the night…


7×7

via Pix, comes 7×7

Seven Things To Do Before I Die

  1. Have a book of my photos published
  2. Go back to being self-employed
  3. Travel more – particularly the US and New Zealand
  4. Have hellspawn (now there’s a scary concept – me with a child)
  5. Do more charity gubbins
  6. Write a book or a screenplay. Get published
  7. See something I’ve written on TV

Seven Things I Can’t Do

  1. Write Lists
  2. Run a Marathon
  3. Completely cut out caffeine
  4. Stop Swearing but hey, you wouldn’t want me to, right?
  5. Knuckle Down
  6. Get to 12 stone in Weight
  7. Not be a techie

Seven Things That Attract Me to Blogging:

  1. Keeping on Writing
  2. Proving I can keep on with a project
  3. Immediacy
  4. Readers
  5. Using blog as a brain-dump for ideas/stress
  6. Photoblogging (must get round to that, I know)
  7. Meeting people through their blogs

Seven Things I Say Most Often:

  1. Fuck (and variants)
  2. Cunt (and variants)
  3. Bollocks (and variants)
  4. Fucking Cunty Bollocks
  5. For Fuck’s Sake
  6. Personally
  7. I Think So

Seven Books That I Love

  1. Homeboy by Seth Morgan
  2. Green River Rising by Tim Willocks
  3. anything by Chris Brookmyre
  4. American Gods by Neil Gaiman
  5. anything by Peter F Hamilton
  6. Altered Carbon by Richard Morgan
  7. The Sparrow by Mary Doria Russell

Seven Movies That I Watch Over and Over Again

  1. West Wing on DVD – not a movie, but still most-watched thing
  2. 10 Things I Hate About You – embarassing, but true
  3. Split Second – Rutger Hauer, and the line “We need bigger fucking guns“. Say no more
  4. Nikita
  5. Matrix – but mainly for the lobby scene
  6. Tootsie – again, embarassing, but if it’s on, I just keep on watching it
  7. Jesus of Montreal – Weird, Canadian, Fantastic

Seven People I Want To Join In Too
Yeah, well, whoever. Times 7.


Health Stuff

So yes, last night at the gym was a bit rough. Not unexpected, really.

Basically, I’m changing some of the stuff I do there. I’ve lost a lot of weight in the last year, and while I still want to lose some more, I also want to make sure there’s some good muscle and so on there too. So I’m going to continue with the cardio-vascular stuff, the exercise bike, the cross-trainer and *shudder* the rowing-machine. But I’m also going to be doing a lot more work with weights etc., and that was what last night was about.

We went through a fair number of the machines for weights, along with some stuff around free-weights, which I’ll probably also be getting into later. For now though I’m going to work to build up the basics using the machines.

The way of working out what levels of weights I should be doing at the moment was kind of interesting. First we went with what I thought I could do, discovered I’m a bit – in some cases, very – optimistic, took them down to a do-able level, with my first estimates becoming the target I should aim for. So not breaking myself initially, but building up to where I should be (or at least where I want to be) – and from then, well I guess it’ll just be a natural progression. In theory.

We also did the dread thing at gyms – my Body Mass Index (BMI). It’s a ratio of fat to weight, and I always knew it wasn’t going to be great. It’s not something I obsess about, or anywhere even close, but on occasion it’s interesting to know, as it gives a decent set of figures to track over time and see how the BMI decreases.

Anyway, last night it pegged at a BMI of 30.1 . Not great – it still puts me in “obese”, but only by .1 ( or .2 , if you’re feeling picky) as the cutoff from “overweight” to “obese” is at 30. I know that this time last year I was closer to the 40 mark, so I’m not unhappy with that progress at all – there’s still a way to go, and I’ll conceivably never be in the “OK” weight range, but that’s fine with me too. All the same, it’s progress, and I’ll keep on with it.


Ouch

Ouch.

In fairness, not as ouch as I could’ve been. But still, ow.


Torture

In a lot of ways I’m really not looking forward to this evening. I’ve got an hour’s session with one of the personal-trainer type people, and she’s threatened/promised to make me ache…

Still, it’s all part of returning to the gym, supposedly.


Accompaniment

When you’re dug deep into crap (even “crufty”) code written by amateurs masquerading as web programmers, there is little that improves the mood more than belting Massive Attack’s “Mezzanine” album into your eyes ears with as much bass as possible.

It’s insane, but fantastic to work to. So there.


Bug Fixing

Updating on D4D™ this week may be a bit more lacklustre than usual, due to work being absolutely manic.

The site I’ve been working on over the last couple of months finally went semi-live last week, and is now getting the chuff tested out of it. This means that currently I’m snowed under with people saying “x doesn’t work. Why? What’re you doing about it? When will it be fixed?“, and at that point something’s got to give.

Unfortunately, it’s D4D™. I’ll do what I can, but yes, updates may be a bit more sporadic than usual. C’est la vie.


Development

Over the weekend I finally started off some of the stuff on Business Plan #1. The basic database structure’s been completed now, and is ready for me to start work on the pages themselves. Oh, and yes, the basic logo’s been done too – it’s not perfect, but it’ll do for now.

Next on the list will be a proper holding page, as that hasn’t been done yet, and is still one of 34sp default pages. Not for long though.

I am a bit befuddled by one thing on the new domain. I’m using 34sp’s Business hosting initially – a princely £10 per month for 500Mb of space and 10Gb of bandwidth per month (which should do me for the moment with room to spare) but it also has support for five databases. Why?

Anyway, at last the things are starting to get off the ground. More news about the development process will be posted up here as and when it happens. And you’ll be pleased to know I don’t intend to stay cagey about this for too much longer. I just want it sorted first, as you can imagine!


Resignation

Personally, I think it’s a great shame that Charles Kennedy has resigned as leader of the LibDems. Over the years I’ve found myself respecting him more and more – well, as far as politicians go, anyway – for the way he’s handled himself, and made himself into a known and recognised face for “The Party That’ll Never Win”.

I can’t see that a new leader will be good for the Lib Dems, looking at the number of weasels that’ve jumped on the bandwagon already. Chief weasel, however, has to be Sir Menzies “U-Turn” Campbell, who stirred most of the trouble in the first place, then said he wouldn’t stand in competition to Kennedy in a leadership fight, and as soon as Kennedy resigned, jumped in and said “Oh, I might stand after all”. That, to me, is already the definition of a true scumbag – and I can easily imagine he’d ruin the work that’s been done by the Lib Dems already…


Rationalising

Yes, a bit more about that rationalisation thing from yesterday.

It’s going to be an ongoing process, absolutely for sure. I’ve spent 2005 furkling about. Well, not quite furkling, but definitely not being perhaps as decisive and – is driven the right word? I know I’ve got a lot of stuff to be getting on with, and to be sorting out. And as part of that, I also need to reduce the distractions and diversions a bit, get myself back to being a bit more focussed.

Again, focussed isn’t quite the right word. I’m not getting all single-minded (in either context) as such, it’s just that I know where I need or want to be, and now it’s “just” a matter of getting there. And part of that route is to remove certain distractions and ways of diverting myself. Procrastinating, that’s the word. I’ll procrastinate when I get round to it.

So yes, I need to get some stuff going. The website bits will be started on this weekend. The house stuff is all coming together, and now it’s more about sorting out the relevant people and timescales. Still kind of scary though. The photography side of things needs to be worked on, the portfolio built up, that kind of thing.

There’s a lot to do in 2006 – lots of it work-based either for Groovy Group or for myself, but also the domestic side of things, and also making sure I don’t burn myself out. Which is going to be an interesting balancing act, to say the least…


Rationalisation

If you look over to the right, you’ll probably notice that my link list has reduced. Of course, you may not have ever paid any attention to it in the first place, so you won’t have noticed a change. That’s life.

Anyway, yes, I’ve rationalised the list a bit. There’s some sites I’ve just given up visiting, some that’ve been on pause, and some – well, some I’ve just kind of grown out of. That’s the way it goes sometimes.


Heavyweight

How do cats manage to alter their weight so significantly?

Psycho Cat weighs, at most, about ten pounds. Probably a lot less – I’m cack at gauging weight of things like that. But at the end of the day he’s really not heavy. If I didn’t value my skin/face/arms, I could easily pick him up.

But at night, when he’s asleep on our bed, he seems to gain mass at an extraordinary rate. If he’s flat out, I can’t move the sod without major effort. All of a sudden there’s just this half-ton weight in the middle of the bed, taking up quilt, and it just can’t be moved.

It makes me start wondering if cats aren’t pan-dimensional, and capable of redistributing the weight and black mass of the universe. But only at night, of course.


Camera Bag

The new camera bag arrived yesterday, and it looks as good as I’d expected.

It’s bloody huge, because the camera section is a seperate section at the bottom, while there’s still space for the general gubbins of everyday life in the main backpack section, so it should fulfil all my requirements. Haven’t quite got round to loading the camera into it yet, and all that stuff, but that’ll come.

But it’s certainly going to make life a lot easier when we’re up in the Lake District in a couple of months time – being able to carry camera, monopod (or tripod) and other stuff in a backpack without any risk of damaging the gear is going to be a Very Good Thing.


Home Improvements

As the year starts, the home improvements we’ve been working on over the last half of 2005 are continuing, and we’re on the last leg, thank the lord.

The kitchen is now done, and it’s more a matter of just putting stuff back into its rightful places. All the tiling and painting has been done (with the exception of the gloss paintwork, but that’ll have to be done on a day when Hound is nowhere around), and it looks like a new kitchen. The utility room is next, which is a fairly big bit of work, but shouldn’t take too long – painting, sorting out new shelving systems etc. in a bid to organise it a bit and get rid of the shite that’s there at the moment.

Then it’s just the office to deal with – we ordered the new bookcases etc. in Ikea, and they’ll arrive tomorrow. The office re-do is a bit more of a pain, in that we’ll have to take out everything, then put in new carpet, paint it, then move all the stuff back in – which includes what can only be termed as “a shitload” of books. Joy.

And then the final thing to do is the bathroom. We’re ordering the new stuff tonight, probably. More of a job, as it needs the services of a decent plumber – and Herself rightly doesn’t trust me anywhere near stuff like that.

So it’s all in the process of happening, with the various bits of gubbins being ordered, and then we’ll organise from there to get it all done…


Ikea

Well, we did end up at Ikea in Brent Park last night – and all told, it wasn’t too bad. Amazing, I know – I wouldn’t say it was good, as the blue and yellow monstrosity still seems to act as a magnet for all the braindead fuckmonkeys in North London, but at the same time nor was it awful. Which makes a change.

I’m never going to like the place – but at least Ikea seem to be finally doing something about the more heinous cock-ups at the store – the car-park has been redesigned, they’re making a new entrance to the place , and they’ve eliminated the awful blockade that was the area for collecting purchases.

Of course, the ordering process is still nightmarish, and the customer services doesn’t deserve the title. But the stuff’s good quality (in general) and popular. I just wish that the customers had brains that stayed active…


Savers?

Bah, £350 later, I’ve ordered new glasses.

In fairness that £350 does equate to two pairs of new glasses, one standard, and one with high-index reactolite lenses by Zeiss – which accounts for £200 of it on their own. Plus £30 for the anti-scratch coating. So yeah, could be worse.

And, because I’m officially Blind As A Badger® the NHS sticks me on their “complex lens” thingy, which means I get a whacking £12.40 off the price of the lenses. Which is roughly half the cost of the anti-scratch coating. Or roughly 5% of the cost of the lenses. So, based in the real-world, then. *ahem*

They’ll be ready in a couple of weeks time, and I’m actually quite looking forward to getting them. My prescription had only changed slightly, but the current pair have lasted me three years (if not four, thinking about it) which isn’t bad, all things considered.


Starting Off

I seem to have hit the beginning of 2006 as “start the way you mean to go on”.

So today I’m at the opticians first thing to get an eye-test and two new pairs of glasses (Should’ve gone to Specsavers? Oh, I have) And then tonight it’s my induction at the new gym.

Yes, I’ve changed gyms. The one I was going to was quite out-of-the way, so if we were busy then gym attendance was one of the first things to bite the dust. The new one (I signed up on the 31st Dec, but the induction is today) is just behind the office, which makes it a) easier to get to and b) harder to avoid. Although B) is probably a good thing.

So what with new camera bag, new gym, and new glasses, things are looking fairly impressive so far.

Don’t worry, it won’t last…


Sympathy for the Devil

Tonight we’re going to Brent Cross Park (sorry, David) Ikea. Have pity on a) me, or b) the people who have to deal with me while I’m in there.

Quite honestly I’m not sure which section will be worse off…


USB Sticks

About four months ago, I bought a little USB pendrive/thumbdrive/stick with 512Mb of memory on it. It’s been a great way to have a back-up of all the stuff I’m working on at the moment – although of course with that amount of stuff on it, it’s going to be a nightmare if I lose it.

No shock, I lost the bloody thing. Couldn’t find it anywhere. Having already had it fall out of my pocket once – and luckily be found again – I figured it’d done the same again, and this time I was chuffed. So, a brief flurry of changed passwords later, I ordered a new USB stick, exactly the same as the previous one.

Now, about two months later, I’ve put on a shirt this morning and thought “Hmm, wonder what that is in the pocket?” Of course, it’s the first USB stick. It’s been through the washing machine, and god knows what else (and isn’t it lucky that I rarely bother to iron shirts?) but when I got to work I stuffed it into the USB slot and lo, it works.

So now I’ve got two sticks – I’ll probably end up using one for work stuff, and one for my own stuff. Sounds like a plan. Well, at least until I lose one of them again…


Reading List

This time last year, I decided to list what books I’d read this year, and what I thought of them. Also, as a side point, I was kind of interested in just how many books I would read in a year.

As it turns out, it was 88 books. That’s kind of scary – particularly as I’ve also been pretty busy with lots of other stuff this year. It actually works out as something like 1.7 books read per week.

Of course, I do read a lot when I go to bed, and also when I have a lunch break, which is where a lot of the reading gets done during the week. But all the same, eighty-eight books in a year is pretty heavy going.

The reviews were crap though – I think I’m going to give up on that bit…


Two Days Later

OK, so yes, 2006 started off with everyone sending off fireworks galore. And yes, Hound was stressed by them, but not as badly as she was last year.

But – and maybe this is just a Bracknell thing – what the fuck is the reason for still having them tonight, the 2nd January. It’s forty-fucking-eight hours on from New Year, so why the shit are they still being let off?


Ticket Price

Over the last nine months or so, I’ve commuted to work by train. The price isn’t too bad, the service is fairly regular (about every 20 minutes or so) and in general it’s quicker and easier than using a car to get to and from work.

Today, the rail ticket prices rose – supposedly by an average of 4.4 percent. Having just looked, my daily ticket has risen from £2.50 to £2.70 . Still not extortionate, (although that’s for a journey of roughly six minutes. Works out as around £12.25 per hour – be interesting if they did charge tickets by a “journey-time” rate, wouldn’t it?) but it’s closer to an 8% rise. Bastards.

Transport Secretary Alastair Darling says

“It has all got to be paid for and we’ve got to strike a balance between the amount of money that the taxpayer puts in and the amount that the fare-payer puts in as well.”

That sounds all well and good, except for one eeny-weeny problem with it. Yes, sure, strike a balance between taxpayers and fare-payers for the service. But the problem is that all the fare-payers are still also paying their bloody taxes to go to things like this. So the people who use the sodding trains get to pay twice for it. Which is, frankly, fucked.


Uborkette

A quick post to say many, many congratulations to Karen and Pete regarding their news.


Beach Hut

Some people are – in my opinion – just frigging barmy. This is a perfect case in point. A couple who waited in their car for four days at the front of a queue to secure a long-term lease on – wait for it – a beach-hut.

No heating, no running water, and you can only use it from April to September. And casts £700 per year for the privilege.

Barking. Utterly utterly barking.


So – A New Year

So yes, 2006 is now upon us, and 2005 fades into the background.

It’s been a pretty eventful year, what with moving back down to Berkshire, two new jobs, and a variety of other things, but it’s all gone pretty well, I have to say. Looking back it’s hard to believe how much has happened, and how much has changed.

Obviously domesticity and relationship stuff has gone well, and looks like continuing in the same vein again this year. There’s a lot to be done, what with work, new stuff coming up, Herself’s career stuff, and the possibility (although with nothing yet even remotely cast-iron or decided-upon) of moving in the second half of the year.

Over the next few days I’m probably going to do a fair amount of thinking/writing about both ’05 and ’06, and a few other odds and sods too. In the meantime, though, I just hope that ’06 brings people what they want, and that it’s a good year all round.

</sentimental mush>


2006 Resolutions

Well, last year I did a bundle of resolutions and things, and got about half of them done. These are the ones that remain…

  1. Making a photo portfolio, and taking it to a couple of agents, seeing how I do
  2. Doing a few more bits of proper writing
  3. Taking time out, and not running round like quite such a silly bastard
  4. Enjoying life in its new facets

So – they’re still going to be in for the ’06 list. However, rather than having them as resolutions per se, I’m going to have it as more of a to-do list this year, I think. (for ease of reference though, I’m still going to keep it under the ‘resolutions’ category.) That way I can also have some categories within it and so on, which seems sensible in some strange way. So, for now, the list is as follows…

  • Photography
    • Macro Lens
    • Portfolio
    • Talk to Agents
    • Submit work to various places
    • Join local camera/photography club
    • Look at potential for “proper” photography qualification
  • Work
    • Get the three main sites up and running
    • Make them successful
    • Keep track of how they do
    • Reassess in Jan 2007 – if they haven’t worked, kill ’em
    • Get more smaller sites done and paid
  • Writing
    • More “proper” writing
    • Longer pieces for d4d?
  • D4D
    • That bloody sweary filter.
    • Installing WordPress 2.0
    • Photoblogging?

Thanks

Bah HumbugOops, knew I’d forgotten something…

Huge thanks to Alex for my Secret Santa present, the complete Dr Who shooting scripts. (for the most recent season) It’s utterly superb, and will come in very useful over 2006.

Cheers again!


Crumpler

Well, despite one of the nastiest websites I’ve seen in a while (so bad I’m not going to even link to it) I’ve just ordered myself a new Crumpler camera bag.

I did get a camera bag along with the new camera for my birthday, but having used it a fair bit, it’s just – well – ungainly. Awkward to get into, a pain in the ass to carry (it’s a bag with a handle, rather than the more helpful straps’n’stuff) and just generally not suited for the stuff I do with cameras. It’s great for use at home, or in the car, but for general walking around it’s not ideal.

So yes, I’ve ordered a new Crumpler bag, bizarrely named (as are all Crumpler bags) the “Formal Lounge”. It’s big enough to hold the camera plus lenses, plus laptop, and still some space for other normal stuff too. It’s going to be interesting, using it and carrying everything around.

A proper review will follow once I’ve used it a while, probably at the end of January, or thereabouts.


Home based

This week I’ve been lucky enough to be working from home. It’s one of the cool things about working with web-based companies – you don’t actually need to be in the office, so long as you have the necessary gubbins at home. As for the “lucky enough to be working” bit, well, the company decided that they would acknowledge the people who worked between Christmas and New Year (as it was more of a voluntary thing – we don’t have to work, it’s our choice) by paying us extra for the days we work. Sounds good to me.

So yeah, I could’ve taken the time completely off, but well, I’ve got a fair amount to be getting on with, so it makes sense to do it and get paid extra rather than busting a gut on Jan 2.

Anyway, I digress. While working at home I’ve actually been a lot more productive than I am at work. I managed to sort out the entire company website yesterday, for example – from scratch to completed in less than a day.

I think I’m going to try and organise it with work that I can work from home one day a week in 2006. It makes a lot of sense in general, especially if my productivity continues to be so significantly improved…


Strokes of Genius

Today in Bracknell is hovering around the 0°C mark. In other words, pretty much freezing cold.

So one of the people up the road has decided to wash their car. The path is now covered in ice.

Fucking genius. You just couldn’t make it up.


WP2.0

Hmm, so WordPress has released version 2.0. I know, I should go and install it right now but somehow I just can’t be arsed. It’ll wait.

Mainly, I know what a hassle it’ll be to install it all, and then tweak everything (again) to get it to fit in with how I’ve done d4d™ And right now I just can’t be keffed with all the hassle it’ll be. So there. Maybe next weekend, or something.


Crash Bandicoot

One of the things I received over the Festering Season was a new PSP game, Crash Tag Team Racing. It’s not my normal type of thing, but it’s OK.

However, I’d already like to batter the designers of it round the head. I thought I’d give it a go today – just a brief play, see what it was like, as I hadn’t actually managed to even put it in the PSP ’til today. (Herself’s sister, who also got a PSP for Christmas, kind of snaffled it and played it *cough* “to see what it was like” ) And before I knew it, 90 minutes had passed. And I was still very little the wiser about what I was actually supposed to be doing…

Grr.


Pre-prepared

So, there goes the last of the pre-written posts. Can’t be bad, eh?

I must admit, it’s something I really like in WordPress, the ability to write posts beforehand, and know they’ll just go live when I’ve told them to, no hassles rebuilding pages and whatever.

And now we’re not away again for a while, so it’ll be back to writing posts as they occur to me, rather than having to consider whether I should leave them for a later date, or when I’m away for the weekend, or whatever.

Although, if I’m honest, I’ll probably still do that. There’s going to be a lot of stuff going on in 2006, and it does mean we’re likely to be busy more often than not, particularly on weekends. So yes, I may still write post-dated stuff for weekends and the like. We’ll see.

Anyway, for the moment we’re back to business as usual chez D4D™


Hand Coding

There are times where I can just end up feeling like a complete numpty. This has been one of those days.

Because I’m also an epically sad git, when it comes to writing webpages and PHP (PHP in particular, in this case) I tend to write them by hand, rather than using programs like DreamWeaver or whatever to do the work for me. There’s a lot of reasons for this, primarily that if I write it I know what I’ve done, it’s fixed in my head, and I can go back later, look at it, and know what I’m doing. Dreamweaver in particular is not good for that kind of thing.

The down-side of hand-coding, though, is that on occasion you can make a right arse of things, and then it can take a while to figure it out. And that’s what’s happened today. I’ve been trying to figure out why something was displaying when it shouldn’t be. And could I? Could I eckerslike.

I’ve finally figured it out though, and it’s a simple mistake because of writing stuff by hand.

In PHP, setting a variable is done by using $variable=1;

If you then want to check the value of it, you need to use if ($variable==1) .

Yes, I was checking it with if ($variable=1), which in PHP is something that’s always true – because you’ve assigned it to be 1 in that self-same line. One character wrong, and now it’s all fixed and working perfectly. And it only took three hours to figure out…


And so we’re back…

We did travel home yesterday, but it took so bloody long that by the time we got back I couldn’t be arsed to do anything that even resembled technical, or even thought-based. Which is why we’ve got through the bloody awful Casualty two-parter that’d been recorded on Sky+ for Herself…

Having left Norfolk at 11.15, we finally got home at 7pm. OK, so we’d stopped off along the way for lunch (roughly half an hour) and to drop off Herself’s Grandfather, and pick up Hound (at different places, I should point out) but all the same, it was a good six+ hours in the car. It was a nightmare. And most of it wasn’t even due to snow – it was just due to gimps all driving at the same time. And yes, that does mean that in this instance we were gimps too.

Still, all went well, and the Festering Season was actually a pretty good one. About which more later, I’m sure. But for now, well, we’re back, d4d™ is back, and I’m working from home while listening to the radio. Which is, as expected, shit.


Resolutions Finale

Ah yes, back to that old chestnut for the Festering Season, resolutions. Well hell, it fills some space while I’m away…

Anyway, not much has changed since last time I posted on the subject – bit of a dead loss really.

But this is also where it gets interesting. Because I need to come up with some ideas for the ’06 Resolutions. And that’s what I’m going to be doing over the next few days. Some of the outstanding ’05 ones will probably make it onto the list, but perhaps not all of them.

And in the meantime, yes, I’m thinking about some new challenges and ideas. Got to keep myself mentally active and all that. After all, I’m thirty-bloody-five in ’06…


Anarchistic

Now here’s a thing…

Am I the only one who sees these nice new “gated communities” getting built, all eight-foot metal fences, remote-control gates and so on, and then just wants to take a couple of big strong cycle locks and lock the gates together, then see what the snotty-nosed arseholes do?

There’s one being built on the way to work, and every time I go past the signs for “secure gated community” I want to do it. No real reason, it just strikes me as funny…


364 Shopping Days To Go

Well, that’s it for another year.

Hoo-rah.


Merry Syphilis To You All

Well, at long last it’s 25th December. Happy Fucking Christmas to you all, and Thank God it’s nearly over with.

Bah humbug.


One Year On

It’s hard to believe that this time last year I’d just left Oldham Council for the last time. Once that was done, I was heading down to Norfolk (As I am this year) and once that was done, moving to Bracknell to live with Herself.

There’s been a lot that’s happened in this last twelve months, and it’s all been pretty damn good.

2006 has a lot of stuff coming up too, but for now I’m just looking forward to getting on with it, and hoping it’s as productive as 2005 has been. I might even figure out that sweary filter for d4d if I get the chance. It’s only been in the offing for a year, after all…

Only without the equivalent of CrapCo, if possible.


Shopping

And yes, of course the local supermarket was rigid with people as soon as it opened this morning. I wish I understood that urge to stock up on food as though Nuclear Winter is about to happen. I mean, the shops are shut for – fucking hell – two whole days. I might run out of milk, so I’ll buy six cows-worth, please. Idiots.

This year I’ve come to the conclusion that I simply don’t understand people. And that’s it.


Humbug

Anti SantaHo fucking Ho, and all that.

And, in the true spirit of christmas, BBC has a piece on general humbug at Christmas. Nice to know I’m not the only one.

Also :

Christmas Resistance Organisation.
and
The Anti Santa Liberation Army


All done

Halle-keffing-lujah.

I’ve completed everything for work’s deadline tomorrow. Now it’s just down to a bit of testing, and seeing whether other people have managed to sort their shit out too. But mine’s done – as promised and expected. To say I’m happy about this would be an understatement – it’s a huge weight off my mind for the Festering Break.

Of course this is just version 1. On Jan 2 (or thereabouts) there’ll be v1.1 with some extra stuff I haven’t had time/inclination to do for this first major deadline. But all the stuff that was in the spec for v1 is done, dusted, and ready to go. But this is just the start of the process. There’s a long way to go yet.

bah humbugAlso I’m done with Festering Stuff. Everything’s wrapped and ready to go. I haven’t (so far as I’ve figured) forgotten anyone. I’m done.

We’re off to Norfolk tomorrow for the Christmas Period. Hound goes into kennels tomorrow, then we sod off. There’s posts in the wings waiting to be posted while we’re away, but I expect most people will be not reading them ’til Wednesday when everyone’s back.

But for now I’m going to sod off, walk Hound, then drink a couple of beers. It’s been a good – if busy – day/week, but fucking hell I’m glad I’m at the end of it…


Premature Congratulation

Bah Fucking HumbugYes, the Festering Season is just round the corner. And to celebrate such depressing facts, I’ve changed the title bar a day earlier than I planned to. Live with it.

Lunch today is the work’s “office lunch” – in an Italian, no less. Could be worse – the aim is for no effing Turkey, anyway. It’s only the third work Christmas Do I’ve ever attended, which isn’t bad in eighteen years of working.

Posts may or may not be done this afternoon. Depends on my mood / workload / level of scroogery.

In the meantime, enjoy the title image. It sums it all up, so far as I’m concerned…


Secret Smile

So, we finally caught up on ITV’s drama “Secret Smile” last night. It was on about a week ago, but we’d recorded it – blah blah.

Anyway, my point is this.

If you were being stalked by a decidedly odd man, prone to major head-fuck tricks, occasionally violent, and frankly deeply scary, you’d be a bit worried, wouldn’t you? And if he also had a set of your house keys, what’s the absolute first thing you’d do?

It wouldn’t be to sod about with work stuff, or lie around looking wet’n’wanky, or think about a court case or an injunction, would it? The absolute first thing you’d do would be to change the fucking locks. All of ’em. And make sure that the room that he’d already caught you in because it didn’t have a lock then had a bloody lock. Or at least a bolt. (Me, I’d make sure there was something heavy and convenient in each room. Doesn’t have to be a weapon per se – a nice chunky book in the living room, a rolling pin in the kitchen, a hefty bleach aerosol in the bathroom, that kind of thing.)

The woman in Secret Smile didn’t. Of course, the entire final thirty minutes was based around this premise, so the writer might’ve had to make some extra effort to come to a conclusion. But all the same, it took nine months, and the divvy bint never changed the locks, despite knowing he’d got keys.

I quite like a lot of TV dramas, and find them interesting. I just hate it when they’re so blankly stupid. And yes, I’m aware that it’s all fiction, and been done like that to make it dramatic, but Jesus Wept, let’s at least have something where the people involved have just a smidgen of common bloody sense.


Failure

I tried, God knows, I tried.

M&S for a flying visit to grab a sandwich and go back to work. Shouldn’t have been difficult. Except there’s fuckwits everywhere, dithering about, abandoning trolleys any old place, and generally just being a bunch of tossers. Still, I get what I want and go to the tills. The “Five items or less – Food only” queue. Ha.

When I got there, the queue had five people in front of me. It took fifteen minutes to get through those people. The two in front of me were obviously work colleagues, and kept on and on and on talking – loudly. I don’t need to know about what their office party was like last night, nor why Donna is – apparently – “mental” and “crazy”. (Although it turns out she’s “mental” and “crazy” for the disgracefully original stunts of a) photocopying her arse, and b) flashing her tits at the barman in order to get served. Barking, eh?)

Then they got to the till. By now I’ve done OK, haven’t said anything, and any obscenities and swearwords have been kept on a firmly internal basis – I’ve been good.

They start asking the till person why one tub of biscuits is discounted. She doesn’t know. Frankly, no-one cares. “Oh, it’s just that if any more of them were discounted, I could’ve bought them all and taken them to the office, because the lads there will be able to eat them before they get past the sell-by date, no problem. So, is there any chance you’ve got any more anywhere? Because I’m sure I can take them to the office and there’ll be people there that’ll eat them.” Till person doesn’t care, and isn’t going to fucking look. Blood pressure is rising.
“Oh look Tracey, you’ve only gone and got me the wrong crisps. I know you’ve scanned them already, but can you go and get me the right crisps? I don’t like those ones. You don’t mind, do you love? (at the till person) She’ll only be a minute. And while you’re there, Tracey, can you have a look at those biscuits, see if there’s any more on offer? Because then we can take them back to the office, and the lads there’ll eat them”

It’s too much, I’m afraid…

For fuck’s sake! No one cares about the biscuits. No-one cares about the crisps. You’re obviously too fucking thick to read the fucking label yourself. You’ve been in the sodding queue for at least ten bloody minutes, and you didn’t notice. There’s people behind you who want to just get their fucking lunch, and go back to work.

Now would you please shut up, pay your money, and fuck off?

They did.


Now that’s what I call belated

A very heartfelt thanks to Ann, for sending me Neil Gaiman and Dave McKean’s “MirrorMask” book as a belated birthday present.

It arrived yesterday, and is utterly beautiful. I’m going to look forward to going through it more while I’m away over the Festering Season.


Homeless

Bah HumbugAs some regular readers may recall, around this time last year I did a bundle of photography (and got paid for it!) for a charity in Manchester that worked with the homeless and prostitutes.

This year, my eye was caught by something in one of Herself’s magazines that deals with nursing and care. It was talking about a document called “A Christian Response To Street Homelessness” (I’ve saved a copy on d4d™, it’s an 810Kb PDF if you’re interested) which has a lot of suggestions and ideas, primarily for the London area of Westminster.

The final page of the document is called “Ten tips to help a rough sleeper in Westminster”, and one of the suggestions made me absolutely howl with laughter…

Think about what subjects you might talk about and read up on them – remember that very few rough sleepers have TV sets, so talking about the latest plot of ‘Emmerdale’ might not work.

I mean, how stupid would you have to be?

“So, you’ve been homeless for 8 months, and sleeping on the street?”
“yeah”
“Blimey, that’s rough. So, did you see Emmerdale last night?”


Leo

Oh yes, and RIP Leo McGarry. Oh, sorry, I mean John Spencer.

Other than the strange parallels between Spencer and his best-known role as Leo McGarry in the West Wing (both were recovering alcoholics, both threw themselves into their work, and McGarry had a major heart attack in S6 of West Wing and recovered, while Spencer died of a massive heart attact) I think one of the strangest/saddest things about this is that he was only 58 when he died. I’d always thought he was at least ten years older than that, for some reason.

But damn, carking it at 58? (ok, nearly 59, but who’s counting?) That’s definitely not good.