Typically Busy

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Another couple of weeks of academic nightmare coming up, followed by the Easter Break (during which I’ll be working, ho hum). I’ve got to do my second “poster session” presentation for my dissertation a week on Wednesday; next week I have all my pracs *and* I’m helping out backstage with the Student Skills competition. Oh; and I managed to get myself persuaded to go into the office at the weekend, forgetting that my mum’s visiting. D’oh.

Oh yeh; my mum’s visiting this weekend. She’s bringing Andy (the BF1) and Puddles (the KCS2) along for Troma Night. Which is nice.

And, in other shiny happy news, I sold my old copy of The Sims: Party Pack for about the same value as it can be bought in shops. Yay, and, indeed, hey.

And, while I’m on the ball – other shiny happy news – I’ve managed to grovel to the bank and secure myself a dramatically increased overdraft, interest free, until September. Which means I can afford to pay for my ADSL subscription. Oh; and the …

Reply #13106

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Sian wrote:

People are funny. I get to look at the accounts of people who have signed up for Children First newsletter updates, and their passwords make me laugh. The number of people who’s password question is just their password is scary.
I also worry for the person who put their password question as ‘opposite of goodbye’.
Guess the password guys! Yes, it’s Hello!
Password Question: Mums Name. Password: Councillor (What?? The cruelty!)
Password Question: favourite game. Password: Boggle (yay!)
Password Question: Fish. Password: Dolphin (…?)

Most popular theme is pets name, so I’m glad pets have a purpose in this day and age. Another popular theme is the Magic Roundabout which worries me somewhat.

Anyways, I’m sure this is against some sort of rule but I found it funny.

The passwords should be one-way encrypted. Your system is insecure. This is evident by the fact that you can read everybody’s passwords. =o)

 

Warning: May Contain Cars

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I had a thought yesterday afternoon, and I found it funny, so I drew it.

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Okay, so I was bored.

The Internet Saves The Day

You’ve got to love it.

Claire today took her car to a garage in Capel Bangor to be serviced and to have it’s brakes fixed. Unfortunatley she didn’t anticipate the scope of this operation and found herself stuck there for (potentially) two hours.

However, with the joy of the world wide web, I was able to find a bus for her to get home, and the phone number of the garage she was at (as she’d yet again failed to take her mobile phone with her), and get her this information quickly enough that she will be able to get to the bus stop in time.

And some people don’t think that this is progress.

The Volume of a Sexually Dimorphic Nucleus in the Ovine Medial Preoptic Area/Anterior Hypothalamus Varies with Sexual Partner Preference

A study has just been released (click here for the abstract) about the biochemical differences between ‘straight’ and ‘gay’ rams.

Just a thought: what do you have to do to get a research grant for that… “Hi… I’d like you to give me thousands of pounds to chop up the brains of gay sheep.”

And on a more amusing note, somebody’s spliced together chunks of President Bush’s address, last month, to make a hilarious (and terrifyingly, more accurate) speech [QuickTime MOV]. I love it! “Saddam Hussien was trying to acquire… six billion hydrogen-powered doctors!” Wonderful. Take a look!

I really ought to tell you what I’ve been up to this last week, but I can’t be bothered yet.

God [humour]

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Well; I’m glad he cleared that up for us.

I’m So Fucking Clever

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I’ve had a great idea that I might try to implement sometime (or put of the stack of things I might try to implement sometime (or put on the stack of things I might think about moving onto the stack of things I might try to implement sometime)). Allow me to illustrate…

As Kit has noticed (Andy too), SpamBots prowl around LiveJournal‘s servers (I’ve described a possible strategy they could be using as a comment to Kit’s entry). Basically, these are semi-intelligent robots which, starting with people with ‘relevant’ interests, advertise their product on the blogs of them and their Friends… and their Friends’ Friends… etc.

Now, think back a little further to an entry in Alec’s blog, mid-January: some ‘random’ came along and began to flirt with him through the medium of comments in his blog. ‘She’ kept up conversation for some time before disappearing. …

 

Snow! Again!

It’s snowing! Again!

Apparently it’s going to get as low as -7ºC on Sunday. And some fool has a BBQ-on-the-beach planned.

Will post more when I find the motivation.

Thankyou

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Fiona wrote:

You have made me both think and laugh tonight Dan. Thank you.

Thank you Paul, you got me in to this- it is my main way of being in touch with all of you.

Thank you all for posting, I often feel as if it should be me moving to Aber, I would be happy their.

I should study, but I’ll probably knit.

Work, Work, Work…

…but at least I made some progress today. Heaps of work done. Good stuff.

Plus, managed to squeeze in some research that I’ll need for later in the week.

And, better yet, my colleague Phill left his mobile at the office tonight, so I’ve reprogrammed his operator logo from it’s old one (the O2 logo) to a more fitting one (the word ‘codemonkey’). He’ll guess it was me. But who gives a shit, eh?

Hugz and kittenz, everybody;

Beautiful Morning In The Valleys

Jen is, of course, correct. It is a beautiful morning. As I came over the brow of Penglais hill into the valley of Capel Dewi, the frosty fields were spread out before me like a big white blanket. If you happen to be up early this morning, go take a look… before it thaws.

It’s a pity I have so much work to do. I’d have enjoyed spending the day walking. Perhaps I’ll see if I can get everything I need to do, done, and bunk off early… try to find a way up the hill that overshadows the valley: the one I’ve always wanted to climb…

(all dependent on getting this work done, but hey…)

More, Abstract, On Faith In What You Love

Following my previous entry, here’s some recent feeling around the matter of “losing faith in what you love”.

Very recently, I’ve met a great many people who are just beginning to find interesting and rewarding a thing which I have taken for granted for so long. And I’ve been encouraging this, in my own way – helping them to understand what makes it so great. Would I be a hypocrite if I didn’t believe it myself? And to hide this, how well must I act?

Maybe I’ve written too much. And maybe I’ve written too little. I’m not looking for people’s sympathy any more than their concern. And I’m still me, still happy, and still doing the things I do with the people I love. I’m just a little confused.

But if anybody has the answers, don’t hesitate to tell me.

The Most Frustrating Things In The World… Ever… (2004)

The most annoying thing in the world? Witnessing an argument and knowing exactly what needs to be said, and what needs to be asked, to resolve it, but those involved being so engrossed in it that none of them will listen to hear what they need to hear.

No; that’s not right; the most annoying thing in the world: when one of the people involved in said argument is so self-righteous about what they’re trying to say that instead of listening to what the other people are actually asking, they keep re-iterating their point, which isn’t actually the answer to the question being asked.

I’m still not sure that’s quite it… perhaps this is it:

Losing faith in something you love.