Miss me?

I’m off back to the Homestead for the weekend and I’m not even taking the PocketCalculator with me *gasp*. I’ll be back late(ish) afternoon on Sunday, so look for the Roast a bit later than usual.

Sorry there’s been no real posts this week – work has been a bit more hectic than I had planned for. Apparently I am a ‘godsend’ and oodles of other nice things (I was even described as the dream temp :O !) but unfortunately, the Energizer Bunny is of the opinion that I can handle whatever he throws at me.

And I can handle it. Just at the expense of having working hands at the end of the day that are able to type blog posts. Bloody RSI.

My apologies to all you new readers who are starting to appear – we’ll have to postpone getting to know each other better till Monday now. Have a play in the archives whilst I’m gone, why don’t you?

Anyway, I’m away to do fun things with hedge strimmers, attic-emptying, and possibly a bit of gentle wallpapering. You never know with my family… See you in a few days πŸ™‚

Penguin Football

I don’t care what it says. I don’t really care why it was made. I couldn’t give a flying monkeys why the person who made it chose the soundtrack they did (though it is a good track).

All I care is that it is penguins playing football.

My thanks JB for finding this. If I ranked my minions, this would probably get you gold status or something! πŸ˜€

My minions rule!

Monday Update: week one

So it’s Monday *1*. Time for the update on the whole “get fit” deal that I talked about last week.

To see the rest of the post, click on the Γ’β‚¬ΛœmoreÒ€ℒ link below Γ’β‚¬β€œ IÒ€ℒve done this to keep the front page of the blog as free from my diet related hi-jinks as possible. I am aware that not everyone actually cares what I ate for lunch etc.

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Sunday Roast: together we will upgrade the universe

I can’t believe that it is one of the hottest days of the year and I am stuck inside blogging. Damn not having a garden I can laze in. For those who are curious, it took near three hours to write this weeks offering, mainly because the PowerBook keeps getting hot enough to fry eggs on. God bless the inventor of the desk fan is all I can say! So you’d better enjoy it. I’m off to try and find a cool spot in the flat. Wish me luck!

Last week I talked about the Conservative’s plan to replace the Human Rights Act – seems I’m not the only one who thinks it is a bad idea.

I, like most other bloggers, am fighting the good fight against spam. A few weeks back I tried Bad Behavior on recommendation – it made no impact, if anything the amount of spam I had to wade through went up, so I’m back to working with just Akismet. Happily, there’s a new extension on the block that snuggles up cosily to Akismet. The “Worst Offenders” extension lists the most common offenders in your Akismet queue, batching them up so you can delete them in one fell swoop. It needs the latest version of Akismet, something I haven’t got around to installing yet, so I can’t tell you how well it works, but it seems like a good idea πŸ™‚

The BBC has launched a new blog, The Editors, written by (you’ve guessed it) the editors of the BBC News team. They explain the rationale behind it a bit more here. Not saying it’s going to be something that stays in my regular reads, but on the first weeks showing, it’s thrown up some interesting pieces:

I bring you (ok, Tara brings you, I’m just pointing you in their direction) the eleven rules of engagement for community building.

How could I not link to a story about fluffy penguins in a zoo? Especially when the penguins in question are called Piglet and George.

In a staggering win for common sense, it has been proven that the feeling of being watched makes people act more honestly. I’m paranoid enough that I always think someone’s watching me so act honestly, but this little trick would be great for those who weren’t dragged up as well as I was. Wonder if it makes a difference what sort of eyes are used? Male/female? Human/cat? Adult/child?

Firda little tale about how a famous photographer’s work was judged to be not very good made me think (as it made her) about reputation. How do people get to be considered ‘worthy’ in the first place? Endless are the tales of people toiling away in obscurity till just one person decides they are the best thing since bread came sliced. Take Van Gogh – infamous for never getting a break in life, now he’s judged as one of the greatest painters ever. Where along the line did that happen? Who was the first to go “Hang on, this chap’s really rather good”? Perhaps more importantly, what was so special about this person that made everyone listen to them? Everyone says that good work always get recognised eventually, and maybe it does, but it definitely helps if you’ve got a name. Or a name decides to take you under their wing.

Fox has officially announced Wolverine the movie. Excuse me whilst I take a moment to give a large “Woo Hoo!!!” of excitement. Yes, I am a fan. I can’t help it – Hugh Jackman makes my knees go all wibbly. Tall, dark, and ever so slightly brooding… Just as I like ’em πŸ˜‰

I love Liverpool for many reasons, not just because their museums are wonderfully forward looking. I mean, how many museums do you know of that have even heard of Flickr, let alone leveraged it into an exhibition? I’m laying money on the Scouse One having something to do with this. If only he would answer his frelling email, I’d find out!

Blog layout is one of the more contentious subjects in certain circles at the moment. Do you support two or three column layouts? Perhaps you are daring and have a one column layout (*gasp*). Should you have an ‘about’ page? What needs to go in your sidebar? Liquid, fluid, or static? Lots of colour, or lots of whitespace? What exactly constitutes ‘good layout’ and design none agree on, but all can point to it when they see it. Edrei’s been brave and had a stab at what constitutes a good layout. On the whole I would have to agree with him – focus on the content, think carefully about whether you really need all that crap in your sidebar (if you just can’t live without it, have you thought of shunting it onto a sub-page?), and never be afraid to tinker.

Apparently, there are eight ways to kill someone by using an iPod Nano. My favourites are 5 and 7.

I bring you this not because anything the ‘Hoff does interests me in any way, but because the headline was just supreme: Hasselhoff in chandelier accident. I won’t spoil your fun by telling you anything more than that.

I’m not going to get into a debate about whether films should be made about 9/11 – you should be able to make movies about anything, but that doesn’t mean I will want to watch them. I sincerely doubt whether I will ever go to see ‘United 93’, or Oliver Stone’s up and coming ‘World Trade Centre’, but that is for personal reasons. My problem with this is Nicholas Cage’s comments. When talking about how the upcoming movie is not meant to entertain, Mr Cage says:

“I see it as storytelling which depicts history… This is what happened… Generation after generation goes by, they’ll have ‘United 93’, ‘World Trade Centre’, to recall that history”

For one it is a film – a dramatization, not a documentary. So they have tried to be factual, but… Oh, go badger Moose in the comments for the debate on this one. She says it so much better than I ever could (well, she has spent the past semester teaching a course on the subject, so I hope she can!)

I couldn’t give a flying monkey’s how desert ants measure distance. I’m just boggled that scientists stuck stilts on ants’ legs!

Lastly, I’ve been indulging in a little archive-browsing this week, and I came across this gem, which set me thinking – do you think I would look good as a blonde?

A pretty flower called “Ma.gnolia”

I just noticed someone tagged me on Ma.gnolia as a “possible designer”.
If wishing would make it so.

Which made me think two things – one, how to get in touch with this chap to say “sorry, no I’m not a designer”? I can put you in touch with some great designers, and I wish I was a designer, but I lack the ideas. All of a sudden I had the feeling I was living in a fishbowl with people looking in and making assumptions about me, and me having no recourse to set them straight. So nothing new there – people have been making assumptions since the caveman next door went “oooh! fire!” – it just struck me that instant is all. I blog, lay my life out for all to see, yet somehow I get surprised when I stumble across misconceptions.

Then again, if he’s tagged me once, it’s possible he’s reading the site. In which case – Hello πŸ™‚ *waves* Sorry, I’m not a designer.

The second thing I thought was – I need to sign up to Ma.gnolia. I used to use del.icio.us a lot, then… I stopped. It got too slow and buggy on me, and I just didn’t need it. I no longer have the nomadic life between computers that I did last year, so static bookmarks work fine. Now most of my browsing is through sites with RSS anyways, and if I find something I like, I just subscribe. A good 90% of the time the only things I bookmark are sites for the Sunday Roast, and they get deleted at the end of the week to start over.

I can’t see Ma.gnolia fitting into my browsing life right now, but I still have this urge to play with a new toy. Anything to get me out of writing things for the blog (setup is not ideal at the moment due to a breakdown in communication between laptop and wireless keyboard). And the interface is just so pretty! That was always del.icio.us’ downfall for me. It worked and did things great, but it was a bit… plain. Plain works too, appearances aren’t everything an’ all that, but clearly I am more superficial than I like to admit. It’s 2006 – elegant and simple is one thing. Looking like I’ve just fallen through a time vortex to the mid 1990’s is another thing altogether – it was all those blue hyperlinks you understand. *shudder* So I like things to look good. Does that make me a horrible person? I just believe that form often-times is as important as function. Why deliberately make something ugly when it is just as easy to make it a pleasure to look at as well as use?

Which got me thinking on interface design and the number of times I’ve looked at a site and been turned off in about three seconds flat. And the other times I just look at a site and drool, wishing that I could make Bright Meadow look like that. I couldn’t quantify what I like, nor do I have the foggiest idea how I would go about changing this site, but I do know I am not happy with what I’ve got. I know it could be better just… Maybe inspiration and skill will strike overnight? Probably not. As I said, I’m not a designer. I don’t have the ideas.

Then I had a fourth thought – what gave the impression that I might have been a designer in the first place? I had a quick gander at the about page thinking it might be that. Writing, jewellery design, and quilts yes. Web design, no. My content? Sure I brush on the topic because it interests me, but I’ve never once lain claim to any skill in the area. At least I don’t remember doing so… Perhaps it is the company I keep? I won’t deny a lot of the sites I read and link too are by designers and/or are about design – but that’s more because they are interesting people than because of what they do to pay the bills.

So I have no idea really why I’ve been tagged as a ‘possible designer’ but I’m glad I had a look in my referrer stats now, because I was wondering what I was going to blog about tonight πŸ˜‰

Of course, now I’m also wondering what other misapprehensions about me people are labouring under? Scary thought, that…

ma.gnolia, del.icio.us, designer, assumptions, misconceptions, interface design

Ooops

Ooops. I just did a silly thing. Rebuilt my Vienna database to take care of a legacy bug and… forgot I had about 100 articles ‘marked’. Bollocks.

*toodles off to see if she emptied the trash yet…*

Confessions on a drunken blog post

I keep telling myself I won’t blog after a night out, but I always end up blogging after a night out. Just goes to show that when tired and mildly tipsy, I have no self control.

Let’s not go there, shall we?

Those of you who knew me in the old days when I ORP’d over at WotC will get a laugh out of the following — I just asked about a job in a bar.

This was only shortly before we were very nearly thrown out of the bar for being a bit rowdy, so I don’t think I’ll get the job. We weren’t actually being rowdy. We were just a group of seven female friends out for a night out, not eager to have every man in the bar go “Way Hey!” at us every five minutes. We, um… stood up for ourselves. The mum of two poor lads even came over and told us off for being mean to her sons on their 18th birthday. Seriously!

So yes we were the only women in the frelling bar (apart from the boy’s mother), but that does not give every man in a 500 m radius license to turn into a complete Neanderthal arsehole.

Come on! Show some class here guys — the way to my heart and/or my pants is not via lad-ish behaviour. I know we females keep saying this, but talk to me, not my cleavage. Don’t insult me. Funnily enough, that doesn’t endear me to your cause. Don’t try and ply me with strange drinks either — in this day and age, if I didn’t buy it myself or at least saw the barman pour it into the glass, I’m not going to drink it. I might have big breasts but that does not make me stupid.

Oh, and yes, it is flattering that you have staggered all the way across the bar supported by your mates, but that does not mean I am going to swoon at your feet. Please don’t be surprised when there is a distinct lack of swooning.

I am not a shrinking violet. I’m a single girl in my mid twenties who knows her own mind, as are all my friends. It’s not the school disco any more — if I liked you, the chances are I would have come over to your table. Scared now? I know it’s hard but we women got the vote a while back now. The kitchen sink is firmly behind us. We’re classy, sassy women. We deserve, well, better than you.

I will tell you that you are being an arse if it’s deserved. I’m not being rude, I’m just telling you like it is. If I’d come out on the pull I would have 1) worn a shorter skirt, 2) worn a tighter top, and 3) not been sitting in an alcove chatting and laughing with my six mates clearly showing no interest in you when you came over to our side of the room.

My apologies to the two boys whose 18th birthday we ruined, but you gatecrashed my leaving party. Anyway, you were out partying with your Mum. I’m sure she’s very cool, but what were you really expecting to happen?