previously known as [cold][wet][durham], [dirty][grimy][london],[busy][shiny][toon],[frantic][crowded][south]
A had I spare train journey. Next - hook it to an input script and turn texts into … Bad Texts (with thanks to sparky for the idea).
Explaination: The words are arranged in groups. Any word in a single group can be typed on your average phone with the same key combinations, thus … when drunk you can for example exchange Blond, and Blood.
Ive just seen Peter Kay moonwalk! Hes was pretty good. It was on Tv - maybe it does have a point.
I have ftp access! Yay for me!
Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Pixels Yay Yay Yay Yay Cameraphone Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Muff Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Red Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Shiny Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Yay Ass Yay Yay Yay Penguins Yay
Wired News: Indias Odd Couple: Cops and Tech is all about well, cops, in India. Regard this most brillianht quote:
“A sleuth from Mumbais high-profile Cyber Crime Investigation Cell once told Wired News how he planned
to tackle hacking: Let hackers know that some tough people are out
here…. I have killed Naxalites (regional terrorists who wage
guerrilla warfare against police in some Indian states) in Andhra
Pradesh (a state)…. We cops have seen such tough situations that we know how to handle boys.”
The article goes on to explain how “2004, police squads were known to confiscate evidence from some offices, returning with monitors and leaving computers behind. Computing teacher Vijay Mukhi said two years ago cops in Mumbai seized pirated software floppies and stapled them together as though they were documents”.
Plods would appear to be plods the world over then. And it would appear so are judges:
“but the court rejected the bail application [for the wholer of indian ebay], according to an executive of the portal, “stating that since there was no ink-based signature, it is void.” ”
Pure genius there then - lets try the beuracrats for size. Its bad enough in this country but :
“I had to change the word internet to computer network because the officials did not think (the) internet was a credible medium for business. They told me that.”
Secunia - Advisories - Microsoft Internet Explorer Multiple Vulnerabilities includes the wnderful phrase “Solution:Use another product.”
I new idea - not sure if itll work - I need better access to my box (firewalled out at present) but photowall will be cool. Unfortuntly I cant get all the images uploaded yet - i need more ftp!
The Register has a great article on police being taught to detect “bad vibes” from passers by in subways.
Fuck me kids - they dont get it right half the time when theyre in posession of the full facts - never find “bad-fucking-vibes”
Sudhian Media has a thing about audio compressions ill read later. Looks very geeky, but very comprehencive.
I have so much to write, Ill edit this later, but after a wobbily morning (highs, lows etc), I am destinctly less maudlin after spending the afternoon doing stuff with C. We drank coffee, ate lunch, read the papers, went on a phototour of the grimy bits of Toon, jumped over walls and ran along wall tops, went to an art gallery and had a beer. Both of us, nearly at the same time, commented that it would have been a really cool afternoon with girlfriends, and then both of us realised how single we both were.
Vere might have had it right - girls are fun - but you do fun stuff with your mates - and your best mates are blokes. Shame on two accounts - girls should be that fun - V, being right and knowing it 
Actually - screw editting this later - I think thts all I was going to say i think.
The BitTorrent Effect is interesting enough read - and worht it for this quote alone:
“He particularly loved the first season of Paris Hiltons The Simple Life. You can watch that show for six hours, Cohen says, and your brain is still empty.”
Lookie lookie - clicky things on the left hand side insead of boxes. Small changes I know, but part f a bigger plan for a new style to [m][s[l] (or cwd or bgl as it is variously known on this page - ill sort that too at some point).
Thank you to H for talking sense at me (as always - there are few reliable things in this world, but the fact that I am generally wrong where they are concerned will be one of them).
Tonight sees my first gig in ages - and Ive promised myself to do more of it - because it makes me happy.
Weekend was a bit rubbish becuase of the amount of work (argh), but enlightened by drunken stories best told in restaraunts. I shall recount later.
Ive just been paid money Im owed by a good friend, which is nice - positive bank balance and all. Ive still not been paid by somebody else, which leaves me with the heart renching decision of calling again, which I hate.
Speaking of heart wrenching Ive decided that the future is the way forward (as least when youre facing in the right direction), thus friends will always be friends, so long as you stay in touch. Catch 22s are rubbish, especially when you are only making them to tie up loose ends, and especially when the answer would never be the same as when you should have asked them in the first place.
And no I must leave - my ten minutes are up. Time to go polish my halo
Sometimes somebody gets something so right its terrifying. Heres one example - Bob dylan captures all that im thinking, in a song, and I dont even notice, until one afternoon working later on a Sunday, I hear him as if hes reading the surface of my brain.
Most of the time
Im clear focused all around,
Most of the time
I can keep both feet on the ground,
I can follow the path, I can read the signs,
Stay right with it, when the road unwinds,
I can handle whatever I stumble upon,
I dont even notice shes gone,
Most of the time.
Most of the time
Its well understood,
Most of the time
I wouldnt change it if I could,
I cant make it all match up, I can hold my own,
I can deal with the situation right down to the bone,
I can survive, I can endure
And I dont even think about her
Most of the time.
Most of the time
My head is on straight,
Most of the time
Im strong enough not to hate.
I dont build up illusion till it makes me sick,
I aint afraid of confusion no matter how thick
I can smile in the face of mankind.
Dont even remember what her lips felt like on mine
Most of the time.
Most of the time
She aint even in my mind,
I wouldnt know her if I saw her
Shes that far behind.
Most of the time
I cant even be sure
If she was ever with me
Or if I was with her.
Most of the time
Im halfway content,
Most of the time
I know exactly where I went,
I dont cheat on myself, I dont run and hide,
Hide from the feelings, that are buried inside,
I dont compromised and I dont pretend,
I dont even care if I ever see her again
Most of the time.
Dazzled by harlots and ephemeral congregations a man can become quite discombobulated and binded to what is best for him.
but I have to recommend Salty Dog Chrisps - possibly the best chrisps Ive ever eatten. Ever. Found them as part of the Monopoly Bar Crawl - and Im not hooked.
And when I go I want to be buried in something fucking expencive and classy - though afantasy coffin would be good fun!
The cunt thinks that becuase he got voted back in this vindicate[s] his administrations policy on Iraq!
Hitler got voted in dude - that doesnt vindicate him being a big fucking crazy ass Nazi!
The true genious of this astounds me…BBC NEWS is reporting that “The US military investigated building a “gay bomb”, which would make enemy soldiers “sexually irresistible” to each other, government papers say”.
Does it count as “non-invasive” technology? Who knows!
Well, here comes 2005 at a rate of knots. It go off to an odd start, though no unpleasent. I ended up at a house party of a friend of a friend, which turned out to be populated by people I knew, an had no idea would be there, or who even lived in Newcastle. I decided to walk back fromm the middle of the pikie badlands of wherever the hell I was, and by virture of the shape of the valley, was able to navigate by shiny things on the horizon. I took several ours, i met numerous dangerous looking locals, all of whom wished me a Happy newyear and pointed me in the right direction.
Anyway - long trek over I made some food (why is it you end up being fussy about what you eat when drunk - even though youll choose something vile anyway - cue couscous with lemon and corriander topped with salsa and soured cream). Loggin on to th net to see who was around I ended up spending a while chatting to a rather cute lass who Ive been MSNing for a while now until I had to go to bed or risk sleeping on the sofa (again).
The day dawns, grey and a bit cold, with 55000 people streamng past my door to get to the match.
So - to round up 2004, is been a hell of a trawl, but I made it.
There we go - a year in a page. Time to make some resolutions - even if they are just the usual ones.
I think that everything. happy New Year [M][S][L] readers.
