Monthly archives: November 2004


WCU

If you pop over to the shop and get the ultra cheap download of Another Education/ Ruby Red you’ll find the latter stotry is set in an imaginary West Cumbrian University. Twelve years later and life, sort of, imitates art as the University of Central Lancashire plans a campus in west Cumbria, only a few miles from the fictional location.

From Mum, who actually sent me the newspaper cutting, prompting me to go and find it online.


Fewer Things

I’ve decided that it could get a bit depressing always having 100 things to aspire to. So far I’ve always added new goals to the 100 Things list every time I crossed one off. But I’m finding it hard to think up new aims. The last new one- Make love with a cheerleader– was a little silly. (I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it, it’d be fun. Silly, but fun.) So, until the list comes down to a manageable level, I’m not going to replenish it.


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via The Ministry Blog, even if he was mocking it.


Oak

A Times correspondent reminisces about owning an Acorn Electron.

Eventually we wired in the tape deck, started loading a game, made a cup of tea, had dinner, took a two-week holiday in Provence, came back and spent half an hour helping a frog jump across a road. That was the best the machine could offer � which was when the adults went to look at next door�s SodaStream instead.

Those were the days. I’m only very geeky. If I’d spent more time tinkering with our BBC B (the Electron’s big brother) I could be uber-geeky (but a lot better off).


Housekeeping

“Beer is evidence that God exists. Pilsner is proof of the Devil.”

It’s been an interesting week on Spinneyhead mountain. Tasters-

Team Spinneyhead is down a member. I’ve been meaning to hit the delete button for a while, and finally took the symbolic move last week in preparation for the Small Claims bitch slap. And after I’d made him a millionnaire as well. I may recruit a replacement (or more)- CVs, covering letters and bribes to the usual place.

The Small Claims Experience is temporarily stalled. I can file the claim for free if I fill out a form about being on Jobseekers and provide a letter proving it. Except that the last letter I have from the JSA is to tell me they’re suspending my payments. I started doing part time work a few weeks ago, ferrying drunken students home from the Union on Friday and Saturday nights. Friday is part of my social life, I know most of the people I transport, Saturday is quieter and better for sitting in the bar and getting coursework done.

So far I feel like I’m doing it for love, however. It was three weeks before the University’s pay department bothered to pass on down the line that they needed more info than they had originally requested and they’re not going to pay until it’s provided. Which wouldn’t be so bad, it just means that I get my pay in one big chunk. But I made the foolish mistake of telling the JSA that I’m doing part time work. Now they won’t pay out benefit until I provide them with payslips to prove my wage. Because I’m not getting paid, I’m not getting the benefit I should be getting because I’m not being paid.

I think I need to have a chat with Gerald.

Went XBox hunting with Damian on Saturday. It was an adventure in itself, involving car crashes (oh, okay, we saw a low speed collision in the Big W car park), misdirection and an industrial amount of toilet roll. I forced him to bring it back to casa Spinneyhead and unpack it so I could play Halo. It’s a good job I’ve got no money, really, because I’d just have spent it all at Costco and the European markets.

There are more little tidbits of news, but I’ll save them for later.


Pet

BlogPet is a little creature for your Blogger homepage. When you install your pet it will read your blog when you update it, guess what kind of mood you’re in and tell visitors what it thinks. And sometimes the pets know a few jokes too!

It’s similar to a Tamigotchi, except it doesn’t need food or water. The only thing your BlogPet loves is the sound of your voice!

Strictly, it should be on the sidebar, but I’m going to see how it feels trapped after two posts about fractals (and I’ll try to put something dirty on top of it).

via visuallypleasing