30 March 2008

World Champeenships

Been watchin' the World Championships of cycling. Good stuff! AND! The US is there too!

28 March 2008

I feel safer already

One only wishes they could make this stuff up.
Have to admit, a bed with 'projectile weaponry' rawks!

It's twelve to twelve

...and I got nuthin'.
I just got home, I hurt my foot, and this is my Friday blog.

27 March 2008


Last Friday I went out with some pals from work to celebrate the big five oh. We started at a place called BZR(in English, Bee Zed Arr).
After a couple of drinks...

..after a couple of more drinks...

no beer goggles needed

Then, we all hopped the tram and rode to a funky pub called the Frog and Onion to see a band one of the girls knew.

after that it was loud and a bit blurry, but I got photographic proof!

26 March 2008

25 March 2008

Greatest Circus on Planet Earth

sez so right on the voucher.

24 March 2008

Musical Monday

Shameless plug

Have to give a shoutout to Boot Liquor radio. Americana Roots music for Cowhands, Cowpokes and Cowtippers.
Here is a sample of around an hour of their playlist.

Thought of the day

If Janis Joplin had been sober and a lesbian she'd have been k.d. lang, not that there's anything wrong with that.

23 March 2008

You will do my bidding

An interesting result when I took a snap of 'Kitty', or in English, Kit-Teh

Easter morn

22 March 2008

21 March 2008

The Wolfman is in baby

Nice story on the BBC about Wolfman Jack.

20 March 2008

Time marches inexorably on

OK, no more piddlin' on the bog.

Why oh why

Over here in Jolly Olde they have Ofcom. The US has the FCC. The main difference is Ofcom has some teeth. That being said I believe The Empire® is doomed.
They want to allow British commercial television more commercial breaks than they already do, and, get this, they want to use the American model! Sad times.
I quote:
"Ofcom recognises the possible concerns of viewers about the amount and intrusiveness of television advertising and particularly welcomes their views.

"On the other hand, Ofcom must also take account of the contribution made by advertising revenue to paying for the choice of television services that viewers enjoy."

It's the end of the world, you flip on the tv and see that the Apocalypse is brought to you by Doritos New Baked Rice Snacks, in 7 Yummy Flavors!

I mean, I like money, I like what money allows me to do, not as much as Eliot Spitzer maybe, but I like my money. Everything for a buck is just not the way to go. But then I am also a pauper, so, go figure.

19 March 2008

Why I love the internet...

....., reason 276,823,001

Places like bash.org. Is an online quote database.
Here's a sample:

Zybl0re> get up
Zybl0re> get on up
Zybl0re> get up
Zybl0re> get on up
phxl|paper> and DANCE
* nmp3bot dances :D-<
* nmp3bot dances :D|-<
* nmp3bot dances :D/-<
[SA]HatfulOfHollow> i'm going to become rich and famous after i invent a device that allows you to stab people in the face over the internet

Wombat Wednesday

Wading the world. wantonly wanting wasteful wombat works....

A man goes to the doctor with a wombat growing out of his head. The doctor says "My God - how did that happen?" and the wombat says "Well doctor, it started as a boil on my backside."

A wombat was sitting with its human friend in the movie theatre watching a Harry Potter movie.
'Wow', said a passer by, 'look at that wombat! It's just sitting there watching the screen!
At which the wombat's friend replied: 'You wouldn't think he'd be so fascinated, would you? Not after he read the book and knows how the story ends.'

How many wombats does it take to change a lightbulb?
None. Wombats NEVER change .

There was a little boy by the name of Billy. Billy was an ordinary little boy who did ordinary little boy things, like playing, eating, bathing, destroying things, and going to school. One day, when Billy went down to the bus stop to meet the bus to go to school, he found all of his friends huddled around in a little group, talking about the Purple Wombat.

Being a little boy, Billy was curious. So he asked them, "What's the Purple Wombat?"

"You don't know what the Purple Wombat is?" the children exclaimed disgustedly. For the rest of the morning, they would not go near Billy, always standing far away and staring at him. Then the bus came. Billy, confused, got on the bus along with the rest of the children.

"Hey, Mister Bus Driver!" one of the chldren shouted. "Billy doesn't know what the Purple Wombat is!"

The bus driver turned around abruptly. "You don't know what the Purple Wombat is?" he said in disbelief. He ordered Billy to sit in the very back of the bus, all by himself.

Eventually, they got to school, and Billy got off the bus and went to class. Class proceeded normally; the students did the pledge of allegiance and worked on their multiplication tables for a while. Then the teacher led them into a unit on geography. Billy was not really paying attention, but he heard the teacher mention something about the Purple Wombat.

Billy's hand shot up, and, when the teacher called on him, Billy asked, "Teacher, what's the Purple Wombat?"

"You don't know what the Purple Wombat is?" the teacher cried in alarm, "Get yourself to the principal's office right now, young man. No, no buts -- march!"

So Billy headed down the long, dark, frightening hallway to the principal's office. He slowly opened the large, heavy door, and timidly entered the room behind it. There, at a large, imposing desk, sat the principal. The principal was a hulking man, balding, with a thin mustache. He spoke in a deep baritone voice. He was enough to frighten little boys like Billy who had been sent to his office almost to tears.

"Well, Billy," he began slowly. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Mr. Principal, I just don't know what's going on today. Everyone's been acting weird, and they're all treating me really badly. Like teacher just sent me to you and stuff."

"Now, Billy, I'm here to help you. I'm the princi-Pal, after all. Heh heh. Can you tell me why everyone's acting so strangely?"

"It's because I don't know what some stupid Purple Wombat is."

"What? You don't know what the Purple Wombat is? That's it. I am calling your mother, young man. Consider yourself suspended."

The principal threw Billy out of his office and told him to go home. Billy, crying, began the long walk home. When he got there, his mother was standing in the doorway waiting for him.

"Billy!" she called, sobbing, "I was so worried about you! What happened?"

"Mom," Billy cried, "Everyone was being mean to me and I had to sit in the back of the bus all by myself and the teacher sent me to the principal's office and the principal suspended me, all because I don't know what the Purple Wombat is!"

"What? You don't know what the Purple Wombat is?" Billy's mother shrieked. "Go to your room this minute. Go! Just wait until your father gets home!"

So Billy marched up the stairs and into his room. He collapsed on the bed, crying. After some amount of time, he heard a car pull in and some doors shutting. His father was home. He could hear his parents talking downstairs but didn't know what they were saying. Then he heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and his door opened.

"Billy," his father began in that lecturing-father tone, "Your mother says you've been acting badly lately. Would you like to tell me what you've done?"

"Dad, I haven't done anything! I just don't know what the Purple Wombat is!"

"You...don't know what the Purple Wombat is. Well, in that case, you can just stay in this room all night, mister. And forget about dinner!"

Billy's father slammed the door and stormed off. Billy collapsed on his bed, crying his eyes out. He spent the next several hours that way -- lying there, crying, wishing he would wake up.

Then, in the middle of the night, he heard a voice. It said: "Billy. I am the Purple Wombat, Billy."

Billy sat up with a start. He looked around the room, trying to find the source of the voice, but he could not.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. Find me, Billy."

It was coming from out the window. So Billy got up, put his shoes on, opened the window, and climbed out on to the roof.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat."

Billy jumped down off the roof and followed the voice down the road. He got to the edge of a wood.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. Follow me, Billy."

The voice was coming from inside the wood. It was very dark and very frightening, but Billy didn't care. He had to find out what the Purple Wombat was. So, bravely, he entered the wood.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. Keep going, Billy."

Billy kept going into the wood. He could hardly see anything, and he kept falling down and walking into things and hurting himself. But he kept going, driven by a need to find this enigma that kept calling his name.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. This way, Billy."

Eventually, Billy emerged from the wood. He was on the shore of the town lake.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. I'm out here, Billy."

It was coming from out across the lake. Billy got one of the small rowboats from the dock, untied it, and rowed out. Since he was only a small boy, it was very difficult. But he had to find out what the Purple Wombat was.

"Billy. I am the Purple Wombat. Row, Billy."

The voice was coming from across the lake. Billy doubled his effort, and the boat began to move a little faster. When he was about half way across the lake, he heard: "Billy, I am the Purple Wombat. I'm up here, Billy."

It was coming from directly above him. Billy stopped rowing and stood up to look for it. The boat tipped over, dumping him in the lake. Billy didn't know how to swim, so he drowned.

Moral: Don't stand up in a boat.

18 March 2008

Well heck

Now 'excessive' internet use should be a mental disorder. Sitting all night in front of the television being fed corporate pap is still ok though.

17 March 2008

The future is now

Science types(boffins), at Stanford have developed a process to turn 2d images into 3d images. My test photo was not the greatest sample, but it is pretty cool.

Musical Monday

15 March 2008

Here’s how it works:
1. Go to Photobucket
2. Type in your answer to the question in the “search” box
3. Use a picture from the first page only
4. Insert the picture into your blog

1. What is your relationship status?Married =]

2. What is your current mood?

3. Who is your favorite band/artist?
Ray Wylie Hubbard

4. What is your favorite movie?
buckaroo banzai

5. What kind of pet do you have?

6. Where do you live?
Nottingham Castle

7. Where do you work?

8. What do you look like?
big man tall

9. What do you drive?
Boot Open

10. What did you do last night?


11. What is your favorite TV Show?


12. Describe yourself.

13. What are you doing tomorrow?

14. Who is your celebrity crush?
Milla Jovovich

15. What's your favorite color?


16. Where is your dream vacation?


17. What do you want to be when you grow up?


18. What is your biggest fear?
Conquer your fear of heights!

19. What is your favorite food?

1st enchiladas attempt

20. What do you love most in life?


Why? I'll tell you why!

The REAL reason we use Linux
We tell people we use Linux because it's secure. Or because it's free, because it's customizable, because it's free (the other meaning), because it has excellent community support...

But all of that is just marketing bullshit. We tell that to non-Linuxers because they wouldn't understand the real reason. And when we say those false reasons enough, we might even start to believe them ourselves.

But deep underneath, the real reason remains.

We use Linux because it's fun!

It's fun to tinker with your system. It's fun to change all the settings, break the system, then have to go to recovery mode to repair it. It's fun to have over a hundred distros to choose from. It's fun to use the command line.

Let me say that again. It's fun to use the command line.

No wonder non-Linuxers wouldn't understand.

The point with us Linux fans is - we use Linux for it's own sake. Sure, we like to get work done. Sure, we like to be secure from viruses. Sure, we like to save money. But those are only the side-effects. What we really like is playing with the system, poking around, and discovering completely pointless yet fascinating facts about the OS.

There are three main reasons Linux is so much fun:

1. Linux gives you complete control

Ever tried stopping a process in Windows and the OS wouldn't let you? Ever tried deleting a file - and you couldn't? Even though you had admin rights?

Linux lets you do anything. That's the great benefit of usually logging in as user. If you login as the root, the OS assumes you know what you're doing. Once you become root, everything is allowed.

2. Linux isn't widely used

This is a paradox. We often complain Linux isn't more widely used. But that's one of the reasons we use it. It gives us a feeling of being a special clique. Like we're better than "those ignorant masses".

If Linux becomes widely used, we'll probably switch to something else. Or at least develop an obscure distro that only we will use. Because, let's face it, we want to feel special.

3. Linux is free (as-in-speech)

We can get the source code for all our applications. If we want to know how a certain part of the OS works, we can. This lets us tweak and play with our systems. And we absolutely loo-o-o-ve tweaking our system.

Of course we can't tell non-Linuxers we use Linux because it's fun - they'd stick us into a mental asylum quicker than you can say "antidisestablishmentarianism". So we'll keep telling them the false yet plausible reasons for using Linux. But deep inside, we'll know the real reason we use Linux.

And maybe, just maybe, next time someone asks me why I use Linux, I'll flash a huge smile and answer: "Because using Linux is FUN!"

From An Amazing Mind

Backyard today

Starting to get colourful

14 March 2008

It's the weekend!

Let's have a song!(be sure to crank it)

13 March 2008

Cleaning up

They have street sweepers over here too. Theyjust run on the sidewalk is all.

10 March 2008

Acid test

How compliant is your web browser? Take Acid Test 3
My main browser(Firefox), scored a 51 out of 100. My other one(Konqueror), crashed.

Monday morning whooOOOSH!

Is 6c and raining and the wind is howling around 12 meters per second.

09 March 2008

When there's no DP around...


How fleeting is time? That we should be brazen to move hours so....
Blackie Sherrod opined, It(Daylight Savings Time), is like cutting a foot off the bottom of a blanket and sewing it to the top to make it longer. 2nd Sunday in March til 1st Sunday in November, sheesh, only thing longer than that in a year is the Nascar season.

08 March 2008


My pal, huntersglory posted a sponsorship blog. As he is in the United States I don't think he took the sponsorship far enough....

Six Nations

The Six nations Rugby Tournament continued today and sadly England lost to Scotland. Wales won the Triple Crown Trophy because they are unbeaten so far. Good stuff!

07 March 2008

We need to teach em Moon and 42

Dominoes sales have skyrocketed in the UK.
Who knew? Here's proof.

06 March 2008


Got a head cold....post nasal drip and all.....makes for a long week

05 March 2008

03 March 2008

Musical Monday

Jeff Healy has just passed on. What a talent he had!

02 March 2008

Thought for the day

Nothing is ever lost by courtesy. It is the cheapest of pleasures, costs nothing, and conveys much.
- Erastus Wiman

01 March 2008

Close call

Thanks to my eldest I know have all the tools bay-bee!