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I've been coming in for a bit of jip at work for cluttering up our puny work room with half-baked PCs. While this is true, I'm not convinced it's fair comment. So I spend an afternoon inventorising the entire room. I'm responsible for perhaps nine PCs, and a couple of printers. There are far more ancient machines, ones that are so old they don't run anything. The US announces plans to seize the assets of suspected terrorist groups, including some apparently innocuous charities claiming to work to relieve poverty. I wonder... how many of these groups are the sort of faith-based charities of which the Republicans were so enamoured last year? The US has said it will tell the public what evidence it has that Mr bin Laden was responsible for the crimes against humanity two weeks ago. We're waiting. Enviornmental campaigners say the Government bungled the foot and mouth crisis, starting with the mistaken view that the rural economy is distinct from the urban one. Only an urban government could make that mistake. Heading to work this morning, I saw a minor calamity accident. For whatever reason, a huge milk tanker had overturned on a piddling little roundabout. The tanker was leaking all over the place. Since there was no other way around the mess, a lot of us had to walk straight through a deep puddle of spilled milk. |
One of those days when everything seems to go a bit wrong. Printers swallow paper, networks lock more than they're paid to, and things generally go bump in the night. Could it be because Eris was in the building? Perhaps... Tony Blair opens his mouth, and accuses the Taliban of fermenting war by helping "the friends of terrorism." The international community is working hard to "avert a humanitarian disaster," claims Blah. What about the one that will be caused by military strikes. Americans are using the crimes against humanity as an excuse to stay at home watching teevee. Why don't you just switch off your television set and go out and find something less boring to do instead..? If you cover rice cereal with chocolate, you get a wonderful cake... Israeli PM Ariel Sharon has a fit of pique after UK foreign minister Jack Manny Straw uses the P-word (Palestine) in an article published in an Iranian newspaper. Sharon grudgingly agrees to meet Straw, and only after a begging phone call from Tory Bliar. Way forward? Angela Bigos, quoting me: |
The anti-virus administrator decides to push out his latest product to all the people at our remote offices. Three hours later, and with complaints stacking up to the ceiling, he calls it off. Too much information, too little network bandwidth down which to push. Had the strangest dream last night. I don't talk much about my dreams, partly because they don't make any sort of sense, and partly because I can never remember them after about ten minutes. This one, though, involved a work colleague who is smart, organised, demure, and easy to get along with. And somehow I have this vision of her as Mistress of Pain, doing strange and bizarre - not to mention kinky - things to her boyfriend. The kind of image that didn't have a picture, but did leave a clear imprint on my mind. A NATO meeting ends without the US asking for concerted military assistance. The organisation had been expected to announce that the crimes against humanity were inspired from outside NATO boundaries, clearing the legal way for attacks to be launched. Dream redux Angela Bigos: |
Such a stressful day at work that I spend half the evening asleep and can't really face eating food. And the silliest call of the year so far. There's this chap who does some work for us in the field. It's all voluntary stuff, we pop "useful" information onto our website and pay his expenses, he does things out there. Our hero calls us up because he's having great difficulty connecting to our website. Now, access to our website is child's play. Only it's used by middle-aged men, who are far less computer literate than their offspring. There's a UNIX-based CGI script on the back end, which means that case counts. An ORANGE is not the same as an Orange, and both are different from an orange. This goes over the head of a lot of people, who call us up saying that they've typed their username (cunningly, we use their surname, so they have a decent chance of remembering it) but can't get in because we want their Username In Capital Letters (Like It Says.) But no, our hero hasn't made this mistake. He's having difficulty connecting in the first place. I'd like to check the number he's dialing on his computer, and ask him to close down all programs, and double-click on the "My Computer" icon. Much pausing. "I can't find it." "Nothing saying 'My Computer' at all? No other programs running?" No. There's more than one way to find out what number he's dialing without dialing, so let's do that. Then I ask him to right-click on the Internet Deplorer icon, so I can look at the properties. (I took the gamble that he doesn't use Netscape, Opera, or Lynx... one of these would prove to be totally beyond him.) But no, he can't find the big blue e of doom. Double-click on the icon then press the escape key. "The escape key... On the keyboard?" It's at this point that I think that our chap is seriously out of his depth here, and really ought to be using tried and trusted methods such as a letter, or coming round in person. Don't bother with carrier chickens, they'd be gobbled up. Don't try smoke signals, he'd burn half of Merseyside down. It's at this point that I get an inkling of how Marvin must feel, brain the size of a planet, and it hurts thinking down to the level of humans. Thankfully, I can hand him over to the people who handle internet connections (as it had already turned out to be one of their problems ... well, from what I gathered, it was...) on 1-800-IFN10EQ (Q ... clue ... bear with me.) If they are reminded of the urban myth about the call that ended with the technician telling his caller to pack up his computer, he's too dense to use it, they won't be alone. |
Another day with the phone ringing off the hook. Today's calls do seem to have more of a pattern, and I can get things done around them. Just not very much. Jordan's King Abdullah speaks of a "growing front against terrorism" involving Arabic countries and the USA. He said the majority of Arabs would lend their support in campaigns against crimes against humanity. Saudi Arabia will let the US use a command centre near Riyad in the event that there are strikes. Record breakers huey .: |
It never ceases to amaze me how quickly an otherwise decent store can go downhill. I went into Woolies today, looking for a small green notebook. It's one of their range of stationary essentials, nothing too flash. Only it's nowhere to be found, and the assistants have never heard of the thing. Ah well, I'll just have to get it someplace else. Their loss. As an interest, I looked at their price for the new Tori album. Or I would have done - amazingly, they aren't stocking it. Do they seriously expect me to return there for anything? Evidently not. The rest of the trip is uneventful: Beatties in Birmingham is decent, but not as big or of as high quality as the home store in Wolverhampton. Get a new pair of trousers, have a quick gander at the guidebooks to Tucson, and examine the new Vermin store. It's not much improvement on the old one, really, and there's far less space for singles. Bad move. In a claim of amazing audacity, Sinn Fein leader Gerry Adams says that "terrorism has no ethical base." This from a man who, er, has represented terrorists for the past twenty years, and may have had some part to play in terrorist atrocities in Ulster before now. Recordings Two hits from across the pond are coming to British shores this Yuletide. |
Tony Blair is to give the green light to the US Republican party's controversial and unworkable Notional Missle Defense system. He has told colleagues it is now 'inevitable'. The Labour Party conference in Brighton was scheduled to debate the system, which recent events have proven is of less use than a chocolate teapot. Vic: |
Finally! Matchbox Twenty's If You're Gone reaches the top of the Adult Contemporary chart, a mere 38 weeks after debuting on that particular chart, and 56 weeks after first appearing on the Modern Rock countdown. Matchbox Twenty become the first 90s act to make the long and difficult journey from MR to AC. Train's Drops Of Jupiter returns to head the AAA lists, and looks set to challenge the track it's succeeded, Lifehouse's Hanging By A Moment for the overall #1 of the year honours. Globally, Alicia Keys' Fallin' succeeds Janet Jackson as #1 - Keys retains the top slot in the US for the fifth non-consecutive week. Jamiroquai heads the challenge in the English as a foreign language markets. Back on the domestic scene, Dido's No Angel reclaims the top album slot. After spending six weeks at the top in February and March, she's back there today after spending all but one intervening week in the top 10. Uncle Kraker shows that patience is a virtue by topping my Most Heard list.
George's sometime singing partner Elton John bows at 14 with his first release from his new album. Last year's El Dorado soundtrack never got any promotion over here, so it's his first outing since "Written In The Stars" from 99's Aida track. Popstars rejects Liberty swiped the name of an almost-successful rock band, and churn out faceless garage. Jacko makes his top 20 bow on airplay alone. With the single deviating from CD standards, this release will have to survive on those airplay points only. Lower, Silicon Soul enters at 26, and P Diddy (the artist formerly known as Puff Daddy) bows at 28 with "Bad Boy For Life." Neither are at all cop. Basement Jaxx and the Stereophonics churn out yet another samey track from their respective albums; "Just One Kiss" is 32, "Step On My Old Size Nines" lands at 37. The Weaver 21. New material from Starsailor, the Cosmic Rough Riders, and Ian Brown all look set to chart high and fall quickly; Dave Matthews, Weezer and Alicia Keys should be in for the long haul. |
University Challenge Trinity Cambridge appeared in 95, and scraped past Brasenose Oxford in the opening round. The team then hit its stride, beating Queens Belfast and St Andrews in the knockout phase. They drew against Aberdeen in the semis, winning the tiebreak, and crushed New Oxford in the final, 390-180. Magdalen Oxford made their first revival appearance in 97, beating Portsmouth and the University of Western England in consecutive programmes. They went on to thrash Queens Belfast in the quarters, inch past Manchester in the semis, and bested Open 250-195 to win the championship. Magdalen have slightly the better of the early exchanges, leading 60-35 after the first picture. Paxo's inability to do mental arithmetic shows once more when he's sniffling at Hugh Sutherland's (Trinity) knowledge of 2^10, and later the powers of i. "es vinculum, invalissimum vale!" [1] says our hosts to Trinity. Then he says it to them in English after they fail to translate. It's neck-and-neck by now, Magdalen pull away, Trinity haul them back and go on a charge of their own, stretching the lead to 75 by the second picture round. Magdalen pull back, but Trinity has a head of steam, winning 210-140. Ian Fisher is the highest individual scorer, claiming 72 of Magdalen's points. Hugh Sutherland (68) and John Ferguson (67) lead Trinity's charge, though 20/36 bonuses helped. Magdalen got 13/26 bonuses. A severe case of bad luck as Sara Love (Magdalen) answers "USSR" when asked the country of which Lincoln Steffens said in 1919: "I have seen the future, and it works." Russia was the correct answer: the USSR didn't come into existence until 1922. On the other hand, Paxo had accepted "Throat" as correct from Sutherland (Trinity) in what appeared dubious circumstances. This decision may well have an impact on the highest-scoring losers. The reason why this episode was delayed is not clear - the only potentially contentious subjects were an early set of bonuses on war quotations, and a set on religion in the middle of the programme. The highest-scoring losers after game 9/14: Another fifteen minutes is added to Countdown, Britain's favourite teatime parlour game. Richard Whiteley says that there have been lots of letters crying out for more. With eleven (count 'em!) letters games, three numbers, and one conundrum, the balance of the game has been subtly tilted towards the literate at the expense of the numerate. There's still some waffle from the host at the start, and the guest in Dictionary Corner is still only expected to come up with one good anecdote per programme. They've had Mr 10%, Gyles Brandreth, in the studio this week, but even his legendary energy has been waning at the end of some of the programmes. Personally, I think the extension is a step just too far. While the daily show was just the right length at 30 minutes, the extended programme feels like it's doubled in length. 45-minute finals had a sense of occasion about them, and a variety of games. When Richard announced round 8, letters, we're still only half way through proceedings and the rest of the game feels like an eternity. The extension to the formula is an interesting experiment, and maybe there will be some tinkerings around the edges as the format beds in. I'm not over-impressed at the moment, but I'll come back to Countdown 45 in around a month to see what's changed. |