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I have heaps of work to do today. Then I’ve got to go home and get heaps of dissertation done.
There’s good news, however: our favourite among the folks who’ve been viewing the cafe under our flat has put a bid in. If everything goes well, he’ll buy it and we’ll still be able…
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I’m about a quarter of the way through my dissertation. I have to have it finished, printed and bound by Monday morning.
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Yay! Victory for I!
Take a look at the LiveJournal interest ‘Troma Night’. And if you’re a Troma Night person who uses LiveJournal, add it to your interests list, too!
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BTW: does Bryn know about his page on AberWiki?
http://www.plannedchildhood.org/
Umm – what is with these guys? Are they anti-abortion, or anti-TV-violence, or anti-technology, or anti-drugs, or anti-pornography, anti-sex-ed, or what?
And the title: “Unborn babies poisoned by rocket launches” [sic]???
Still, this painting is pretty good.
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Last night’s dream was somewhat weird. Like so many of mine:
I’m travelling by train with Claire. We’re going to meet a guy who’s going to give us (plus some other folks we know) a desirable-sounding job. Upon getting there, we find that the other people starting work for him include Alec, Bryn, Liz, and some other folks. Our boss is a tech-geek-guru in a wheelchair. His computer is powered by the kinetic energy of people moving around the room, which is cool and environmentally friendly, I guess, but what happens if everybody stands still? Does he have UPS?
Anyway, we begin our on-the-job training. This involves rowing a one-man dinghy across the office (one side of which is half-filled with water – why it doesn’t flood into the other half I don’t know) to answer one of about twenty phones which are arranged in a crescent shape on a curved shelf at the other side. These phones are old, Bakelite, traditional phones (a …
Okay, it’s not certain yet, but Wired News reports that it, and Family Guy (also killed by Fox) will make a comeback on Cartoon Network, with new episodes sponsored by the channel.
Yay. And, indeed, hey.
And in other news, to celebrate the change of name from Lindows to Linspire, Lindows.com are giving away copies of Linspire. All you have to do is try to buy a copy of the BitTorrent ISOs from their online store and enter LINDOWS as a coupon code.
This is a disaster! According to The Cambrian News, the Ship & Castle has been closed down as a result of failing to pay it’s license fees. Now where am I supposed to waste money on good real ale and pickled eggs?
Will report further once I’ve had a chance to investigate with my own eyes.
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If you’ve been on the internet for any length of time at all, you’ll probably have come across the concept of a phishing [wikipedia] attack, or even been the target of one. The idea is that Joe Naughty sends you an e-mail, pretending to be your bank, credit card company, or whatever, and when you click the link in the e-mail it takes you to your bank’s web site. Or that’s what you think, anyway. Actually, you’re at Joe Naughty’s web site, and it just looks like your bank’s web site. And so he tries to trick you into giving him your bank details, so he can rob you blind.
I was recently the target of such an attack (one related to the CitiBank browser-bar scam [bbc news]). In this particular attack, the fake site tries to trick you into thinking it is the real site by making your Internet Explorer address bar ‘disappear’, and then replaces it with a picture of an Internet Explorer browser bar saying that you’re on the real site.
I decided that this was a particularly crude hack, and that I could do better. And …
I hate it when I have to re-write a document to prevent it from scaring people. I’ve needed to remove the words ‘hypnotise’, ‘malleable’, and ‘ordeal’ from a document before I’ve been allowed to publish it. Just because people don’t like thinking of things in terms of how much probing-within-your-head it involves…
My workmates and I are considering bunking off early for the long weekend. Here’s to Operation: Favourable Conspiracy!
Anyone with a pair of pliers can install Red Hat on a toaster or a motorcycle… it takes a real (sick) geek to install Linux on a dead badger.
After the success of yesterday’s run, today I was exhausted. The weather was horrific, and we found ourselves having to pedal hard to get DOWNhill.
On my account, we had to take several extended breaks, which had us arrive in Stornoway, isle of Lewis, half an hour outside of our target window. I just collasped into bed. In less than 6 hours we’d be on a ferry to Ullapool.
Tried to call Claire, but couldn’t get through. Miss her. Hug her for me, Aberites.
Miles today: 57
Miles total: 170 (+2, wrong turn)
You get to your third day of an exercise that your body isn’t used to and you hit the wall: the point at which your body runs out of all it’s immediate sources of energy and has to start the complicated chemical reactions that break down fat into sugars.
You know this has happened because suddenly every muscle in your body starts begging you to curl up into a ball and go to sleep.
For me, this happened half-way up a 700-metre mountain on the island of Harris, on day three. During a hailstorm. And a gale.
Farmer at Berneray warned us that Stornoway, where we’d be tomorrow night, was a bed of sin, with young people drinking at taking drugs (this is a town barely larger, and more isolated, than Aberystwyth). He’d lived his entire life on this tiny island, and knew everybody on it, and it therefore stood to reason that my dad should know everybody in Lancashire. He threw some names of previous guests from Lancs. at him, and asked if he knew them.
Miles today: 72, fast – a good run.
Miles total: 113