Off to Brum again tomorrow, to drum up business and deliver some more work. When I get broadband back (HA!) I think I’ll get LapLink, so I don’t have to travel as much. Once upon a time, back at The Gas, I got a screaming PHBitch-a-gram demanding I drive all the way from Southampton to Manchester to do some job or other. I ignored it, of course, and saved a day and a bit of misery by working over the network (I still had to travel up that night, but I got out again a lot faster.)
Like she says, token girlie. I only let her in after she promised she wouldn’t complain about all the farting and absolutely, positively, would not start leaving throw cushions all over the place.
Yep, I’ve entered the arena of throbbing testostorone that is Spinneyhead. I will return when actually have something to blog.
The processed meat product seems to be a popular subject at the moment. Another person weighs in on the subject, their suggestion- spam the spammers back.
The new comments system has given hard evidence that someone who didn’t already know us has read the site. The word ‘stunned’ doesn’t come close.
In South Cumbria there are three hills called Cockup, Little Cockup and Great Cockup, and so it should stay. In Colorado, there used to be a ski mountain called Mary’s Nipple, but some prudish idiot decided to shorten the name to just Mary’s. At some point they’ll notice that quite a few hills look like breasts and demand that they all be flattened.
Only 20% of IT professionals are women, which is quite appalling really. I wanna meet a woman who can teach me Linux and php! I’m not Alpha geek enough to reciprocate on the knowledge front, but I am a good cook, and almost housebroken.
I haven’t been able to get at Blogger all day. I’ve been feeling so naked.