Once again, a week without enough updates. So, what’s new? Well, there’s that big honkin’ plane crash, I guess. Someone I know posed an interesting question: As a result of this, will people be more concerned about flying Air France, or flying on Concorde? I suspect the later – all the press has been focusing on the fact that it was Concorde that crashed, not “an Air France plane”.
Hearing reports that the Director of Pi is attached to Batman 5, and will apparently be working with Frank Miller. I’m a little skeptical – Miller’s name has been linked with this for so long, but nothing has ever come with it. Each time there’s been a new Batman film, there’s the inveitable round of “They’re going to make The Dark Knight Returns” rumours… (NB: the link is to AICN, but it’s apparently turning up in Dreamwatch this month)
Finally, a decent net connection in the new flat. No more having to drag the laptop through to the lounge, because now I have an extension kit. Now I can be on-line in the privacy of my own room, which pleases me greatly. I haven’t been able to do this for years. Now, the Cure are playing on the Stereo, and I’ve got the the candles burning. It’d all be achingly goth if the room wasn’t decorated in yellow and blue. That said, I do have thick red velvet curtains, because they came with the room. This really is making me sound like some 17 year old with their hand nailed to their forehead, so perhaps I ought to stop now, before I make myself look even worse.
Normally, I’d dismiss this aort of thing as sappy, or saccharine, or just basically nauseating romantic twaddle, but reading.boy. reminds me of the first year with her. If I were feeling melodramatic, I’d probably capitalize that H, Her. I mean, we were engaged and all, and when we split up, I was wrecked, but y’know, it’s been a couple of years.
Still, reading .boy. really took me back to the good parts of that relationship. Edinburgh in the snow and streetlights. First night in the new flat, chilled Baileys by candlelight. Curled up on the sofa as she watched Titanic and cried as it ended while I read a book. Those snapshot moments of relationship joy, the feelings that will hang forever. Visit the site, you’ll see what I mean.
Another week with next to no updates, and this time, I’ve got an excuse – I’ve only been in thsi job two weeks when I’m left running the tech department, as the senior chap runs away to New Zealand for a Funeral. All a bit tricky for me, as I blunder around a complex set of SQL table relationships, and strangely fragmented and disorganised bits of PHP, trying to make sure it all keeps working, and even improves in places. Meanwhile, various members of staff manage to break critical bits and bobs, and generally make sure that everything that can go wrong, does. So, been a bit busy. Still haven’t got on line with the Toy yet, either.
Meantime, antony has just redesigned his site, which looks nice, although I’m not sure about some of his font choices for headers.
Related to that, I’m still working on the redesign for this place. Got some initial layout ideas done, (which I’ve just realised won’t work for everything I want, bugger) but every idea I had for logos was clearly rather derivative. I thought I’d found a nice one, them I realised it looked quite a lot like antony’s old headers, which just goes to show that he’s a bastard for having the good ideas first. Do not trust this man. If you see him, run the other way.
Note for those confused: no, I haven’t forgotten to capitlaise the first letter of his name.
Found this on memepool. I’ll never look at Pooh the same way again.
Shiny new toy! Unexpected windfall over the weekend, so I bought myself a Revo to celebrate. It’s a nice piece of kit, but doesn’t seem to have as much free software available for it as my Palm III. Sigh. If anyone knows of a site with any good freebies for the Revo, let me know, please.
Otherwise I’m stuck with the spectrum emulator.
Anyway, tonight’s project: Get on-line with the beastie, and see how roadofhate.com looks.
Apparently only 24 states prohibt sheepshagging. Stop and think about that for a minute. In over half the states in America, you can violate an animal and get away with it. Make up your own “Welshman’s paradise” jokes.