I enjoyed my third of a century party last year (pictures here). I’ve been thinking about doing it again. Hopefully this time we can get the barbecue to work. The nearest weekend to May 11th could become my official birthday, one of the first big barbecues of summer.
I’ll be buying a barbie and sending out invitations soon.
Download files on company time and bandwidth? No, I never did that. Never. Not once. Nuh Huh.
And I certainly never shared any dirty stuff.
That was John’s job.
US Government websites are deleting or diluting information about women’s issues. The subjects buried range from health to wealth and almost certainly satisfy some political agenda.
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THE world’s first indoor extreme sports adventure centre could be built in Manchester. Which would be cool. But we were promised a snowdome and that never materialised, so I’m not holding my breath.
(Is holding your breath an extreme sport? There could be a special section of the X Games where you scored more depending upon how purple your face went before you had to admit defeat.)
Some traditions should be encouraged. Four ageing miscreants used a helicopter to kidnap a maypole from the top of Germany’s highest alp and are demanding train tickets, sandwiches and ‘an undisclosed amount of beer’ for its return.
This week’s theme is Natural. I’ve got a few flower pictures, so here’s the most recent.
As always you can cast a noteworthy vote for me in last week’s category (Junk).
The Yeti, the Penguin and now the Albatross (with an added measure of kangaroos for scoring.)
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It’s not quite a render farm, more of a render allotment, but Daz’s computer is significantly faster than mine. It just took less than three hours to do this image, which my PC needed seven plus for. If I set another one off (without trees, which are a pain in the arse for calculations) now, it should be finished before he gets home.
All ten of the ‘terror suspects’ arrested just down the road last week have been freed. Granted, one of them has been deported and six were re-arrested, but it does make all that harrumphing about thwarted terror attacks seem a bit hollow. And I bet this doesn’t get as much coverage as the arrests themselves.
The Guardian on the print-on-demand revolution. Of course, I was there three years ago.
I wonder if any of the services listed will do comics?
Cool. I made it onto Crab Apple Lane’s blog of the day list (At the bottom of the entry.)
I recently found a CD I’d burned a load of stuff on before leaving my job at British Gas. It included my e-mail archives. Now, I could trawl through them and find blackmail material, or I could aim a little higher.
As the most important single day so far this century, September 11th 2001 is going to be studied and analysed for years to come. Included here are the messages I sent and received on that day. It all started so well, I was in Cardiff, the sun was out. I was days away from leaving a job that had caused me far more stress than I deserved and it was just possible that things were looking up.
I need a render farm. When DEx/ Mary Tales take off I may invest in a bare bones system for the simple purpose of rendering 3d images. In the meantime I’ve borrowed Daz’s new computer to process a Bryce file.
If only the cash machines I frequented were loaded with the wrong denomination of notes and paid out twice what was requested.
The Guardian has an extract from O: The Intimate History of the Orgasm.
Is that old line about women knowing what other women want in bed really true? And if it is, why don’t they stop complaining about men and just tell us what they (or their cute friends) want? (And can they start with me? I’m open to suggestions and a head start would be cool.)
Anyway, back in tabloid land- The Bisexual Revolution. For the titillation of Mirror readers, all the lovely ladies interviewed are single and really just want to meet the right guy and settle down.
Bisexual men don’t exist, at least, not in any way that can be used to sell papers.
…About being single. (From a woman’s perspective, of course, no-one asks men to write about being single.) Slightly depressing.
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Photographed outside the Town Hall yesterday.
Bungee jumping’s just not enough fun for some people, and they want to be lobbed into the air by a medieval style siege engine. Which is all well and wacky, until the owners get their maths wrong and someone falls short of the net.