Monthly archives: January 2005


Appealing to the one handed voter

The Welsh Conservative party area office in Delyn, Flintshire (“I’m the only Tory in the village.”) allowed their old domain name to lapse, and when regular visitors went back they found it had been hijacked by a porn site.

If Wales were to get its own top level domain, the suffix would probably be .cym- pronounced “dot cum”- which could give .xxx a run for its money I guess.


Vote for me, vote for me!

MP Idol, anyone. I wish I’d heard about this sooner, because I have some strong views about reforming benefits at the moment. Specifically, if they want people to stop working the black economy, why am I being punished for being honest with them and telling them I’ve got a part time job?

Because the University is too useless to ensure that I get my payslips, I’ve had all my benefits stopped because I have to present every payslip to the Jobcentre before they’ll decide how much money to deduct from me. Because the JC has put a stop on my money, Housing Benefit has put a stop on their payments and I’m worse off than if I hadn’t tried to make things better for myself. Less honest people would turn around and say “Fuck it, gimme cash in hand”.

I’m waiting for a call about full time work, so this should become a problem of the past soon. But I really ought to write a letter to my MP or my pal Tony asking why the people setting the rules for benefits so obviously don’t have a clue how the real world works.


Happy birthday to me!

No, I’m not telling you how many candles.

Just to annoy me on my birthday, my printer has gone insane and something wiped all my Firefox bookmarks. Managed to import the old bookmarks from IE, but I’ll still have lost a few links. The printer remains screwed up and prints page after page with just a few lines of what looks like code, but is probably gibberish, at the top of each page. I’ve tried uninstalling and reinstalling the drivers, which does nothing, and the diagnostics won’t help me because they think it’s disconnected. Grrrr.


Think Big

The mother of all eco-houses, Biosphere 2, is up for sale. Biosphere 2 was an experiment in creating an entirely sealed and self contained environment, the sort of thing required for long term moon bases or even that staple of science fiction the generation ship. The project couldn’t really be called a success, but has been used as a centre for study.


The concrete and the clay

Well, concrete and Tarmac actually. Two new products have been added to Spinneyhead Scale. The idea is simple enough. Model railway builders need to create surfaces for their roads. They could paint them or they could buy some of the specially printed sheets that are available, which would get expensive for a large surface. Now there’s another option. Buy these files and print as much road as you require. Supplementary images- road markings etc. will be coming along at some point, and I may have some physical products to add later today.






I'd like to say Sidewinder, but I don't think I can afford to

Aeroplane and other manufacturers demand royalties from model companies wishing to depict their products in miniature. This is fine for their commercial vehicles, argues Internet Modeller, but now they are increasingly demanding money to use the names and likenesses of their military creations. IM’s argument is that the names of the military’s toys are public domain as the taxpayer, through the government, paid for the development and acquisition of such things as the F22 rather than the companies that went on to build it.

No doubt this licencing issue also exists for video games, but will it extend to authors wishing to be the next Clancy? Are the B-52s and U2 going to get backdated demands for royalties?


Take me out to the movies

A treasure trove of films from the early 1900s, depicting life in Northern industrial towns, is on tour after being discovered in an empty shop and carefully restored. The films are mostly “factory gate” shorts, shown a few days after shooting in the same town so people could marvel at seeing themselves moving on screen, but contain hours of social history as well.