Well, I've sat here surfing for long enough -- time for a shower and then I can open my pressies... woot!
Sunday, 29 June 2003
Irony, use it or lose it. An article in today's online Guardian by Zoe Williams entitled The final irony, where she discusses our over- and miss-use of the word -- something I'm even guilty of myself on occasion. A quite witty piece, and she even, somehow, manages to get away with not beating on Alanis Morissette too much, which would have been too obvious I supose. (Additionally, mentioned and trolled to death over at slashdot).
Although, I just found one good slashdot comment, posted by Jeremy Erwin and taken from the Blackadder episode Amy and Amiability:
Edmund: Baldrick, have you no idea what irony is?
Baldrick: Yeah, it's like goldy and bronzy, only it's made of iron.
It even manages to fit correctly with both definitions of the word.
Boooo.... I've been 33 now for just over an hour. I must say, I've found the whole thing rather exhausting - so I'm off to bed...
Saturday, 28 June 2003
Well, the process to request the return was simple. Fill out a little web form stating the reason for the return and await a call from an engineer... everybody start your clocks.
What are the odds huh? I mean, two motherboards in a row... different models, different suppliers, both totally fscked!
Just boxed the second one up to return to Dabs. After deciding to spend my refund money elsewhere after the disappointing after-sales service of the Overclockers Store, we now get to see how quickly Dabs look after me... Trouble is, I liked the spec of this one even more than the previous model. Gigabit ethernet and 10/100 both on-board plus two free PCI slots, just what the doctor ordered for my little 3-way firewall.
Well, the evening quickly got as out of hand as I'd expected... a midday start at the North Pole pub (no food apparently due to a bereavement) quickly ended up as a 10:30pm session at the City Pride, and then somebody produced some Absinth. Yuk, and I really do mean yuk!, that stuff tastes truely repulsive. I'm not a fan of the aniseed flavours at the best of times but at this point in the evening it wasn't what I wanted. By this time, of course, I'd been drinking for several hours and hadn't eaten anything all day... silly boy.
Friday, 27 June 2003
That time of the year is fast approaching (again)... This sunday (two days from now) I will somehow have aged another whole year. I'm not quite sure where the last one went - one redundancy, three jobs, one near move, one sister's wedding, etc....
This afternoon is the works drinks... I'm not sure if I'll even make it back to the office to be frank, but then I only have one of these per year...
The day itself, is looking to be strangely anti-clamatic. The little lady has left for a weeks spa holiday in Italy this morning leaving me all on my lonesome for the next week, but more importantly, all alone for my birthday. To be fair, this is the first one she's missed in 14 years, but it's still going to be a little weird...