Alasdair Watson

Bought the new Garbage album.  It hasn’t grabbed me in the same way that 2.0 and Beautiful Garbage did, but nor did their first album when I first heard it, and I love it now, so I suspect this one’ll be a grower.

There’s something wrong with me.  I’m  really enjoying using a treadmill again.

I wish this sore throat would fuck off.  It’s been about two weeks now, and really, it’s just not funny any more.

Am contemplating Slimelight at the weekend.  Can I get a show of hands from anyone planning on going, as a decision making aid?

Caught an episode of CSI: New York for the first time at the weekend.  It was OK, but I worry about the way they seem to be diluting the franchise like motherfuckers.  Also, surely the point of watching CSI is to watch Grissom do his Holmes-With-A-Heart routine?  (Also Jorja Fox…)

OK, perhaps worry is a little strong.  I mean, it’s not keep me up nights, or anything.

OK, wittering now.  Time for bed.  And CSI.

Somehow managed to miss the fact that Garbage are playing Brixton in June.  Don’t suppose anyone has (or knows someone who has) a spare ticket?

Of course, you may have to keep an eye on electricana for the results but this seems like a good way to get myself to take a few photos:

“Ever wanted to see something about my life? I have a digital camera, so request a picture. You can request anything you want–a picture of something in my house, in my life, at my work, in my neighborhood, anything. I will either post a picture that I already have, or I will take a new one.”

(Caught this one off reynardine, cheers.)

1. Remove head from arse before thinking.
2. Eat more fruit and veg.
3. Regular exercise is your friend.
4. A bit of fresh air now and again wouldn’t kill you, either.
5. Reminder: see item 1
6. Spend a bit more of your own time on webdev projects.  Make ’em clever ones.
7. More photos!
8. Don’t worry.  It’ll either happen, or it won’t.  There’s no point in tying yourself in knots.
9. Re-read 45 and The Te of Piglet.
10. Reminder: see item 1

Lest I be accused of being needlessly cryptic: I am aware of a downturn in my general mood over the last month or so, that doesn’t seem to be fucking off like I’d hoped it would.  This is, obviously, not on.  I refuse to be Tedious Whining Bastard Man, because that’s no fun for me, or anyone else.  So rather than set down what’s bothering me, which is just a terribly TWBM thing to do, I thought it’d be rather more constructive to set down what I propose to do about it, so’s I’ve got something to hit myself over the head with.

So, while I think of it: April looks alarmingly calm and social-life free, which is nice.  This means I have more weekends in which I can do something useful.  As, in fact, I’m going to go and do now.  See you all later.

I normally fall asleep watching a DVD. Because I know I am planning to fall asleep, I am normally bright enough to sitck on something I have seen a billion times before, like, y’know, any given episode of the West Wing.

Tonight, I was stupid. Today, I bought Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind on DVD, and as I was going to bed, I thought “Well, it’s not like it’s a loud explodey film. I’m sure I’ll fall asleep, and I’ll finish watching it in the morning.”

I was right on three counts. It is neither loud nor explodey, and I did, indeed, finish watching it in the morning. Just rather earlier than I’d planned. And it’s not the sort of film after which I find I can sleep, hence this livejournal entry. Just like last time, I am still trying to decide if the ending is either unbelievably depressing, or the most heart-rendingly accurate depiction of romance in the history of cinema.
Spoilers – if you haven’t seen the film, skip this, and go rent it.

Back home after a storming night out.  Happy birthday to lilitufire, who is, I assume, currently asleep in the lounge, because she decided to be sensible, and forgo the Slimelight experience.

I am just in.

And your reminder: I will be at the Big Chill Bar off Brick Lane from around 4 pm.  I cannot recommend attendance in strong enough terms – it’s a lovely place to sit and chill, with good tunes, nice food and astonishing cocktails.  You will like it.  Come along.

Well, as of about an hour ago.  I’m a sucker for a excuse to mark a year off – in the absence of any other days in the calendar to attatch importance to, Jan 1st and March 25th, as new year days (and indeed, until 1752, March 25th was New Year’s Day, in  England at least) are big days for me.

So, thanks to anw, alexdecampi, burge, childeric, diffrentcolours,greyeyedeve, lilitufire, stu_n, wehmuth and zoo_music_girl (and my parents, who worryingly, liked the lot of you) for a cracking night out, and I hope to see the rest of you over the next few days, even if the horrors of geography make that slightly unlikely in many cases.

Last December, talking of the previous 2004, I said: “I win.  At everything.  Ever.”

Oddly, I don’t feel the same about having been 27 as I do about 2004, despite the fact that the two were largely coincident.  I’m not sure why.  I’m really not sure how I feel about have got 27 out of the way.  It wasn’t a milestone, it wasn’t an age I’ll really remember, which is, I suppose, as it should be.  One’s age is less important than the times one lives in.  But that lack of memorability does rather cement the urge to do something with 28.  If only I could work out what…  A topic for another time, perhaps, when I’m less drunk and sentimental.

Anyway: cheers for the last year, kids.  It wasn’t terribly striking, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t fun, and I’m happy to blame my friends for that.

(Oh, and slightly belate happy birthday to tyrell, and a slightly premature (with timezone difference) happy birthday to gregmce.  All the best people are born at this time of year.)

So, having got Friday sorted, time for the rest of the weekend.

I’m going to be in The Phoenix on Cavendish Square from about 6 on Saturday night, prior to heading on to Slimelight. In the end, I’ve gone for somewhere that doesn’t do cocktails, although I seem to recall that it has a decent-ish spirits rack, because everywhere I looked at in town that did cocktails was either very pricey or very trendy, and often both, and to be honest, I think I’d rather just relax, and have some drinks, without worrying that I’ve dragged everyone out to somewhere that’s going to commit murder on their bank balances. (V types: yes, the same place where chrisisiddall had his birthday drinks.) Hope to see as many of you there as can make it.

On Sunday, I’ll be in The Big Chill Bar from around 3pm, just well, chilling. It does do cocktails, and very very good ones at that, so if you’re free pop down.

I’ll work out some kind of plan for Monday tomorrow.

Should anyone get lost or forget what’s going on, or something equally daft, my mobile number is available on request.

We’re looking to move webhosting at work at the moment.

Our requirements:

1 Windows database server. I’ve got the spec for it around somewhere, but approximately: fucking huge overkill beastie.
2 Windows web servers. Modern, because our old ones are creaking a bit, so decent spec (ie. not just high end desktop), but no need for overkill – they’re only going to be webserving.
1 Linux box, for a LAMP setup. Again, decent spec, but no overkill required.

The four of them need to be parked on the end of a 10 meg pipe, for our exclusive use, and obviously, we don’t want to be paying any data transfer charges, but with that size of pipe, I’d be alarmed to find a serious hosting environment giving that a go.

Will consider managed hosting, co-lo, or anything, really.

So, can anyone recommend me hosting places that can cope? Anyone got any “avoid like the plague” horror stories? How much would you expect to pay for a set up like that?

Anyone know of a comparison shopping site for serious commercial hosting?

So, after a stupid amoung of ringing around, I have wound up with something like my 7th choice of dining venue for Friday, on the basis that out of the other options, only two of the others were even open, and neither of them could deal with a party of more than eight.

So, we’re going to Aurora.  (Location map: here.)  Don’t panic about the review that stresses the couple-y bits – they’ve got a separate room, and we’re in that, and I am quite prepared to kill anyone caught being couple-y.  Frankly, I’m rather more worried about the “reviewer” who felt “the need” to drop quote marks around “everything”.  I suspect he needs “help”.

So, that’s sorted.  Announcements about the rest of the weekend to follow.

(Oh, and if anyone who said they were coming on Friday wishes to bow out, please let me know reasonably sharpish, as I need to give them at least 24 hours notice if I’m changing the booking.)

Edit: Of course, it’d help if I said when, wouldn’t it? 7:30pm, kids.