A tiny little earthquake hits the country, and Britain springs into action to claim the dubious distinction of being even wussier than California.
The insurance industry is already covering its collective arse.
The populous overreacts somewhat.
Delicious cognitive dissonance upon seeing the word “epicentre” used to describe small-town Lincolnshire.
Quotes like “Student David Bates, 19, suffered a broken pelvis [...]
… you start coding High-School-level physics routines incorrectly.
Ah, if only Newton could see me now. I’d get such a slap.
Update: aaaaaaaaaaand I have just managed to finally beat Raining Blood on hard mode in Guitar Hero 3. Yes, I do believe this evening’s intellectual level has been gauged.
Joy: My long-lost and never-ripped-to-mp3 copy of Downward is Heavenward turned up in a box of stuff that I apparently haven’t opened during the last 5 house moves.
Despondency: In that time it has succumbed to the dreaded CD-rot and is unplayable.
Paid-for Joy: Amazon second-hand sellers in the U.S. rescue the situation, and promise to ship [...]
or “A Timeline of a Non-Optimal Sunday”
6:15am: Arrive home on the first train back from London, somewhat the worse for wear.
9:35am: Awoken by the sound of the apocalypse. Quickly asses that poor sleep-deprived and dehydrated brain cannot cope and curl up into foetal position, wrapping head in surplus duvet and pillows. Await death.
9:45am: Accept that [...]
I would feel bad about spotting this Halloween costume too late, but after looking through the full instructions for creating it, I think it’s probably for the best that I wasn’t tempted to lose many weeks trying to recreate it.
Good Thing: Finding my favourite guitar effect pedal - presumed lost years ago - while rummaging through a well-buried box.
Bad Thing: Discovering that the battery hadn’t been removed, and that the insides are now a blackened, foamy, corroded mess.
As context for this post: I got new glasses today. This involved the usual 15 minutes of trying-on, tweaking, wrenching, trying-on-again, make-sure-you-can-still-see faffing around in the shop when picking them up, after which I walked back out into the street, ready to carry merrily on with my day.
Hopefully this will help explain the following open [...]
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You know you’ve been to the Edinburgh festival too often when: Walking down the Grassmarket, you hear an atonal, arrhythmic, percussive cacophony start up. Instinctively looking around for the inevitable body-painted, dreadlocked, slightly-whiffy tribal drum band, you are confused when the street seems entirely devoid of buskers of any sort.
This confusion lasts for a few [...]
Ah, so much with the bizzy-bizzy-programmir-ing and the buggering-off-on-holiday-ing. Not so much with the blog posting.
The good news is that the replacement headphones mentioned here sound great and arrived in time to stop me trying to fit neon-underlighting and a sports-exhaust kit to my bicycle in order to blend in with the Guildford streetlife.
While I’m [...]
It’s funny how certain largely meaningless things can make you feel incredibly old indeed: Radiohead’s Ok Computer album is 10 years old today.
It came out just as I was leaving high school, and I have this strangely vivid memory of Carwyn, Martin and I very excitedly chatting on ICQ as we all listened to it [...]
Noooooooooooooooo!
My ancient-but-beloved Sony headphones have died (I think they got sat on in the pub) which means I’m suffering the ambient sounds of Guildford as I walk around. For reference, the ambient sounds of Guildford largely consist of groups of kids comparing how many cars they’ve keyed or how many times Sharon from year 10 [...]
As I was spelunking through my email archive folder today, I came to a horrible realisation. I have over 9 year’s worth of collected film and music listings from various cinema and ticket sales mailing lists. I never used to feel bad about this until it struck me today that this is just the digital [...]
Further to that note about dealing with a few thousand queued emails: The more time I spend watching these fancy modern programs like Thunderbird, Outlook and Mail.app slowly sputter their way through a small set of messages, the more I realise how incredibly good Netscape 3.0: Mail was, way back when.
If anyone needs me, I’ll [...]
Hooray for 2 weeks without a home Internet connection. NTL is rapidly climbing my chart of “entities to be fired into the Sun.”
Luckily, I’ve been so busy at work that I haven’t really had time to use it anyway. So that’s good, right? Right?
If anyone needs me, I’ll be swearing copiously and extravagantly while clearing [...]