Archive for December, 2004

Gotta get some paracetemol…

Wednesday, December 22nd, 2004

Dammit, I’ve had headache since Monday and really getting fed up with it now. Still got this horrible cold hanging around – I like the comment a friend made when in the midst of a coughing fit: “Cough it up, it might be bus”. It certainly feels that something like that is stuck in my chest.

But, got most of my stuff moved into my parents house. Will probably blow the electrics when turning everything on – but if I have to stuff a whole house of electronics, gadgets and computers into one room that shares a circuit with three other rooms then something’s gotta give…

I like this whole “DELETE * FROM comments WHERE some sad git has nothing better to do = true”

Monday, December 13th, 2004

Title says it all really. Made a couple of changes (I feel hooking the ‘Post comments’ button to a 10,000V shock is a bit too extreme at the moment…) so will see when I get hit again :-)

And on a slightly lighter note

Sunday, December 12th, 2004

Surprised it hasn’t be done before. The humour of it, that is…
Crisps

An ode to gambling

Sunday, December 12th, 2004

To whichever daft twat ran his sad little spamming tool on the pMachine weblog system running all this, a couple of comments:

1) No-one that would be on here would give a crap about your shitty online casino
2) Listen up pop-tart, pMachine is based around a mySQL database, so it took less time for me to run a query to remove all your entries than it would have done for your automated piece of shit software to post them
3) The webserver is sat at home so the only bandwidth charges likely to be incurred at your end

Nuff said. Well, other than “Fuck off and go screw your sister, you worthless inbred asshole”. Hell hath no fury like the mood I’m in at the moment.

Well, it had to be said eventually

Friday, December 10th, 2004

They say never trust your boss. And on that note, I’d like to say a Merry Christmas to the good folk that took part in the Pay Review Committee – no hard feelings, honest. I appreciate the fact that all my hard work over the last 12 months hasn’t gone un-noticed and it was nice to see it all written down in print about how much you’ve supported me through CPD training over the last 12 months. The concerns over my health when outta action and put in hospital through working my arse for you guys was well received, and I thank you for that. Hope you’ve got some nice plans for the Christmas time. I do. Am moving out of my house, putting all my furniture into storage, and squeezing as much of my possesions into the spare room at my parents house as I can. Still, at least it will be cosy. Always nice to feel you can really dedicate yourself to working hard for a number of years, to build up a nice home, car, steady job, only to find 2 people can make decisions that you have no control over and bring it all crashing down around you. Life’s been one great big merry-go-round since the start of the summer, so a big thanks to all that have managed to contribute. Am I bitter? No. Don’t think so. I know I’ll come back stronger for it. Not wanting to spoil the Christmas spirit, but I just hope Hell’s hot enough for ya’ all!

You wait ages for a bus, and then…

Tuesday, December 7th, 2004

a massive power cut pulls your network down over night causing havok in the morning.

Yes yes, the UPS’ did their thing until they cut bored and started sending out requests to turn everything including the coffee maker off. Which was nice. The main servers even decided they’d had enough of a rest and woke up again a few hours later when they got some good current flowing them again.
Shame the Internet router didn’t turn itself back (actually, it seemed at a loss as to what it’s power button was for when the manual option of hitting it with a hammer was required); the main fuse for the second floor comm’s cabinet decided to trip and lock itself out; and the e-mail server, although managing to turn itself off without needing to be dragged kicking and screaming through init0, thought the signal sent by the UPS meant “keep on sleeping, you deserve a rest” as opposed to “wake up you lazy get and get some work done” once some kind of normality was restored.

Just can’t get the staff these days…