When stealing cars at 6am, please have the decency to get the job done and drive off as fast as humanly possible, rather than waking the entire fucking neighbourhood with the alarm. This is especially important with an alarm that sounds for a while, then cuts out for a couple of seconds, then sounds again, because repeatedly tormenting those in nearby houses with that “aaah, finally, I can go back to sleep” feeling is the very definition of “cruel and unusual”.

We are already at the point of the year where it is sufficiently hot that my main PC shuts down through overheating if it’s asked to do much graphics work. Last year, it managed OK unless it was doing 3D stuff, like playing games. I could bear that. This year, it now packs up when trying work with Photoshop.

Fuck.

I’ve got Photoshop for the Mac now, so I can work with that, but what I don’t seem to have is any good software for browsing RAW files. iPhoto seems to believe that I don’t need another RAW editor, despite the fact that it’s own RAW tools are pitifully bloody inadequate. Anything I instruct it to open in Photoshop, it converts to a jpeg, first. As if I was done working with the RAW. Which I fucking wasn’t.

a) can anyone tell me if there’s a setting I’m missing?
b) if I’m not, can anyone recommend me a free RAW browser for the Mac?

If you were not at White Mischief, then believe me squire, you were in the wrong place.

Music: Not a band on the line up I would not happily see again. Repeatedly.

Cabaret: Strange and terrifying. Which is what you want. Sadly, I was not allowed to take pictures of the woman setting things alight with the electrical power of her nipple.

Crowd: glamorous and charming.

Photos taken: 1123. I’m halfway through processing them, and even I can’t hate all of that number. So far (not quite halfway through a first pass), about one in ten is good, although by the time I eliminate virtually identical shots, and winnow down to just the very best, that number drops quite a bit more. Still, should get a good number up.

So, pats on the back and drinks for alexdecampi, and back to wading through photos for me…

I accidentally drunk about three quarters of a bottle of whisky while sitting about the house last night.

This may have been a mistake. I feel a trifle unwell.

While I have no wish to seem either greedy or ungrateful for what I have already recieved, because I am neither (belated thanks to everyone who bought me gifts – I had in fact cunningly saved the amazon slips, to thank people individually as and when the books came up in the weekly rotation, but then I tidied up, and now I’ve lost them, so I can only go by memory, and there are a couple that I cannot remember so if I fail to thank you when your gift comes up,I apologise), I was going through my amazon wishlist today to itdy up post-birthday, and noticed that there were a couple of items on there that are listed as purchased, but which have not yet arrived.

So, if you bought me either “Fables: 1001 Nights of Snowfall” or “The Subterranean Railway”, then a) thank you, b) I apologise for spoiling the suprise, but I figured a fortnight was enough time to allow for Amazon shipping late, and c) from a purely practical point of view, if it’s not too much trouble for you to check: does amazon claimed to have dispatched these things to me? If they do, you may wish to harass them/claim a refund…

#472:

While strolling along the Thames Path enjoying the sun, one lunchtime in the Spring, one does not expect to be knocked down by a motorbike.

Cunts.

(Yeah, I know – posting late of Friday night is a great way to get people to ignore your post. HeNver mind.)

As per my workblog earlier, there is a case before the courts, of a lesbian charged with bigamy – of making a false statement to the registrar at a civil commitment ceremony. Because she was already married. To a man – presumably the husband she has not get divorced,

She has plead not guilty, and the case has been referred to the Crown Court. I don’t know if it’s because she’s bloody minded, or because she wants to be the test case that establishes the law on this.

Now it seems open and shut to me – we have a law that says that you cannot be married to more than one person, so yeah, it’s bigamy.

But it was pointed out to me that other people do not consider marriage and a civil commitment to be the same thing. This was something of a shock to me, because to me, they’re doing exactly the same thing: you get up in front of a crowd, you pledge your devotion, and you then get tax breaks, etc[1]. God does not enter into it. In my view, you’re as married or not in the eyes of your god as you choose to be. You might not be married in the eyes of your church, but your god is up to you. But then, while I can understand faith, and a relationship with god, the concept of belonging to a church totally and utterly eludes me. I don’t understand why you’d give a body of other humans veto on the nature of your relationship with god.

But marriage is an institution of the church, and so the two are not the same thing, in some people’s eyes. And if they’re being denied marriage, why should they worry about it when they’re pledging their civil commitment?

But on the other hand: it is surely not fair to the great mass of people in this country that a person should get two sets of the same tax break, when it is explicitly denied to most people. Surely the courts must take the view that just because the church that people choose to belong to denies them marriage, it is not incumbent on the state and the rest of the taxpayers to make up for it?

Or, alternatively, should we simply allow everyone to have both a marriage and a civil commitment? Or is that unfair to those that cannot have marriage, because their church denies it to them?

I’d be interested to hear what people feel on this one…

[1] I am quite willing to be corrected that the tax breaks differ, which would add another dimension to this…

Do you know why it’s been so bloody cold?

It’s all the bloody pagans fault. It seems as though all the pagans I know have equinox ceremonies coming up this weekend. Except that the equinox was yesterday. Just after midnight, in fact. And so the spirits, gods and monsters that attend the new season have been waiting for their ceremonies of spring, except the bloody hippies have put them all off until the weekend, as if mystically important days were something that happened only when convenient. And like any self-respecting gods whose worshippers aren’t up to scratch, they’re making the displeasure known.

Sort it out, pagans. Other people would like some spring.