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Israel helicopter gunships today fired missiles near Yasser Arafat's headquarters in Gaza City, injuring 17 people, in retaliation for the killing of 25 people by suicide bombers over the weekend. Three months ago, the US declared war on terrorism. Will it be bombing both sides in this conflict? Why not? Transport secretary Stephen Byers doesn't show in a Commons debate on his forced renationalisation of Failtrack. He has a more pressing engagement, a tour of the new Tyne Bridges on a bus. It's Link KPMG Day. Amazingly, this company understands so little about the workings of the web that they want people to ask their permission to link to them. The company consultants who charge huge amounts of money to learn nothing new warns... "KPMG reserves the right to request removal of any link to our website." If they come for me, you'll know about it. Jaeda |
More panic in the US, where the government keeps up the pressure at the expense of logic by warning of yet more "terrorist" attacks. This is the third "serious, credible, non-specific" warning in the past ten weeks. Nothing has happened from any of them. If no-one shouts "Wolf!" we should be fine.
"She reckons *I'm* gay. Me!" - Sooz, as if... |
Another day, yet another virus. First thing I hear is surprised mutterings from Miss Whiplash, anxious that her PC is sending out messages without her permission. Off goes the power, in goes Mr Pointy, one virus turns to dust. (Mr Pointy ... dusted virus ... does no-one watch Buffy any more?) We send out a message telling people not to open the infected stuff, but it only takes one idiot to disregard that message... The idiot in question is The Boss's secretary, who ignores the facts that Miss Whiplash is a) so literate she wouldn't spell hurry as "harry" and b) savvy enough not to send out screen savers ever, and opens the virus. The mail arrives in my box, and I'm literally running to the desk to switch off the PC. Pointy, dust, complete scan.
From the We Can't Count department... "ITN's ITV news budget has been cut by more than 100% in the last five or six years," said Bectu's assistant general secretary, Gerry Morrissey in Het Graunida today. The government has spent almost £340,000 on public relations for the Milloonyum Doome since it closed its doors at the end of last year. Worth thinking about... Shut the f'up, or why it is that men always dominate discussions, even when they don't intend to. |
Another day doing pointless things. The number of people who are foolish enough to have infected themselves with virus X, or worm Y, or infection Z, is beyond belief. Short shrift. Then there are people whose printer has come to the end of its life, and want us to buy a whole new computer for them. Short shrift. And there are people who are incapable of following the established rules to contact us (if you can email, email; if you can't, call or fax.) Short shrift, becoming shorter with each day. And the manager who can't tell the difference between a problem that is stopping people from working and a problem that is causing addresses to be missed from our mailing lists. One is a show-stopper; the other is a lack of communication between departments. I have better things to do. But no matter how hard the day, there's always a way to relax. My way is to leave work, plug in some earpieces, switch a portable radio on, and start walking. The radio is tuned to 1440 AM; way back when, this was the frequency of Radio Luxembourg, now it carries a German language pop station till 6pm, when it turns into oldies. Reports from Afghanistan that "Mullah" Omar, self-proclaimed leader of the "Taliban", has agreed surrender terms to the US. It's not immediately clear if he will now be tried before one of the US's Rough Justice Military Tribunals, though all observers agree that he'd be mad not to have written something like that in. The hunt for Osama bin Liner continues; he was last seen in some caves near Jalalabad. US republican leader Bush is worried by this development, as he can only keep control of his party - and the pretence that he still has some vague claim to the presidency - if he can distract them with military action. It's in Bush's favour to prolong the war, just as it's in the interest of a humanitarian like the Real President, Bryan Gould, to end the war as soon as practical. |
It's rather good when work is only a half day. I get to plan out the day, and have reason to ensure that nothing deflects from that path. Such is the case today, when the computer that needs attention comes in, gets its anti virus installed and run, and returned to its owner. With change from two hours, allowing me to do one of the little jobs that's been waiting all week. It gives rise to another, but I have an excuse to postpone that till next week. And a lunchtime trip to the supermarket, avoiding all the weekend queues. Not fast, but I get all I need to get. Spend a couple of hours working on a new design for this website. I'll be testing it to selected readers overthe coming days, and should go live next month. |
Christmas Shopping, With A Plan Actually having a plot for my shopping - what I'm going to get, from where I'm going to get it, and how much I'm spending - probably puts me ahead of 90% of the other shoppers in town. The plan is executed with military precision; it starts off impressively, then gets more and more bogged down and ends up with all the bits but not in the right place. First stop is a clothes store, where some pyjamas are required. In, department, goods, size, counter, out. Bang. This is good. An AC adaptor proves equally easy to track down. Then cut across the city to a department store, to use their facilities. Straight out to the bureau de change, where USD 100 and FFR 200 are in my pocket, all for less than GBP 100. They'll be useful on my trip over new year. Then the fun and games begin. A relative who browses this web site (hi, if you're reading this) is getting some chocolate. Only, the main recommendation just doesn't seem to exist. Not in the main sweet store, nor when I was in the department store. So put that on hold, and go to the book store, where some books are purchased. Funny, that, purchasing books in a book store. It would have helped had I known the books would be in the crime section, not the general fiction section, but I found them nevertheless. A break in the action is called for, and I adjourn to a large record store, where there are some unexpected pre-Christmas offers of stock they couldn't clear. Quite what the best of the Cocteau Twins, the singles of Buffalo Tom (including Late At Night) and/or the hits of the Smashing Pumpkins are doing in that bin is not clear. One has only been on release for two weeks, the other two were never going to be big sellers. Finally, back to the department store to pick up some replacement chocolate, and a roll of wrapping paper. Thence to the neighbouring supermarket, in search of something chilled for lunch, and homeward bound. I'm on the train at 10:20, swapping places with hordes of people who are only just beginning their swoop. Sometimes, it pays not to be a lazy slugabed. Accosted on the train back by a chap from the local council's Office for the Promotion of Public Transport and Prevention of Car Use, dishing out free chocolate and mince pies. Yum. You don't get this on the roads. Nor do you get it on the buses, where there are strict rules against eating. Which sort of ruins the whole point of the scheme, but I got free chocolate. I'm not objecting. All this, and the return of Interceptor to Challenge TV. Great! |
Apparently... For no adequately explored reason, I'm up and awake by 7:15. As it's a decent morning (ie, not raining,) I take myself right the way up the hill. It gets lighter and lighter as I make the ascent, and there's one point where it's visibly lighter on top of the hollow than in it. Eventually reach the top of the hill about five minutes before sunrise. There's a lot of mist, and I can see the streetlights spread out on two sides, and the mist rolling into the distance on the other two sides. It's gorgeous. It's fantastic. It's a real rush.
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Popstars comes to France, and the inevitable spin-off single inevitably moves to #1. The group is called L5, the single Toutes les Femmes de ta Vie (All the Girls of your Life.) Usher is treading similar lines in the US, where U Got It Bad hits the top of the Hot 100. New leaders on the Modern Rock for the first time since September, with Creed's My Sacrifice becoming only the third list leader in seven months.
Highest new entry for Sophie Ellis-Bextor; Murder On The Dancefloor is another growling vocal above a soaring string section. Steps' is a double A-side, with new ballad Words Are Not Enough sharing space with a cover of I Know Him So Well from the stage musical Chess. The Stereophonics cover a very dull Rod Stewart song and don't break sweat. The Tweenies' record could easily have been given to someone like Mariah Carey or Chrissie Aguilera, it's excellent pop that is overlooked because it's sung by stuffed puppets that are *clearly* stuffed puppets. Cliff's record merges the Eva Cassidy classic Over The Rainbow with Louis Armstrong's What A Wonderful World. Neither song comes out well, the merger is grotesquely forced. Country Roads, yep, it's a cover of the John Denver classic. The Hermes House band takes its name from a university bar in the Netherlands, where the group formed. Their form of schlager has been massive across Europe, and now takes up where DJ Otzi left off. Lower... Sum 41 In Too Deep 22, another huge slab of rock music. Liberty Doin' It 26, the Flopstars still aren't doing well. With the real popstars, Herasey, missing the top 10, maybe the series has burned itself out in a year. Trading on past glories: Roger Sanchez You Can't Change Me 46 and Artful Dodger Ain't Enough 47. Climbing... Alcazar Crying At The Discotheque 24-23. Also note Kate Winslet's climb; she barely beat Geri Halibut last week, but has a crossover ballad whereas the ex Spice has a crossover balls-up. |