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Bit of snow this morning. Probably the deepest fall of snow while I've lived in Edinburgh (I know this isn't very impressive by the standards of other places, but for us this is a lot!)

Wave Invites

Does anyone not have a google wave invite already, who wants one?

Not that I'm making a great deal of use of wave at the mo...

The Elephant Crown

Bow before the elephant crown. Bow!

(Yes, another pixelpipe test...  Sorry Mark...)


Testing updates from pixelpipe. Not that anyone reads LJ any more anyway!

Hello Again

It's a long time since I stayed up late to watch another countries election.  Actually I'm not sure I ever have...

This US election is a strange one from an outsiders view.  I think the last couple of times Europe and the rest of world had an "anyone but Bush" attitude, where as this time it's Obama they really want.  It would be interesting to have a "leader of the free world" that most of the "free world" actually wanted to lead them.

Conversely I honestly have no idea how the rest of the world would react to McCain/Palin (mostly Palin).  I think it could be the point where we hold our hands up and admit we really don't understand America at all anymore.
Finally, Winnie the Pooh gets his comeuppance. I look forward to the outcome of the Pooh sticks enquiry.

Another working week comes to a close then; It looks likes we've finally hired someone new for the office, they'll hopefully start in a few weeks, and then maybe I can start doing some of the work I'm supposed to be doing, instead of all the stuff they keep making A number one, star star star top priority (and which leads to them looking puzzled when I report no progress on what I'm supposed to be doing).

St Patricks day tomorrow, of course. Not that anyone seems to have noticed it's moved this year[1], and I suppose with all those pre-printed 17th of March banners we can expect everyone just to get out the green tat then as usual. I don't think I'll do much (as usual), but I might make some Irish Stew on Monday. Mmmm, stew...

No plans for tonight, and Bec is on nights, so I may play some XBox, and some Football Manager Live, which I've wormed my way onto the beta test for. It's probably my favourite online game ever, but I still can't see myself playing it enough to justify a tenner a month... The thing about FM, is that it's a game I tend to play almost obsessively, but for a short period of time, a week or two or three. I don't have the type of mind that can keep that up for months. Well not any more, now I'm old, and easily distracted by shiny objects.

Did I mention I have a car? I suspect not. I bought my mum's old one off her, and went over and picked it up last weekend. Beware the streets of Edinburgh.

On the XBox front, I think I'm finally getting into Mass Effect. Most of the characters still annoy me, and I skip all the dialogue, but at least there is some decent shooty bits now I'm further in.

Yes, this really was all I had to say.

[1] St Paddy's day moves when it gets too close to Easter, as it's further down the Church Calendar than the pre Easter stuff. Yes, I know, it's hard to remember that a holiday about getting drunk and starting fights, and, well, basically being Irish is a Church defined holiday, but I'm afraid it is. So, remember, in the eyes of the church Chocolate Eggs are more holy than green beer.

Rest In Peace W G Adams

As some of you know, when I was back home at Christmas time my Granda wasn't too well.  I was amazed when I saw him, how much he'd faded in just a few months.  By the time I left though, he seemed on much better form.  I talked to him on the phone a couple of times, and he was much brighter. 

Then in the last week he started to fail again. This morning my mum brought him to the hospital and he was admitted, but after just a couple of hours there he passed away.

Growing up in a single parent family, he was always a bit of a father figure to me.  I remember him taking me aside for man to man chat after I graduated, and I have many fond memories of the two of us sitting and drinking a few beers and talking.  He told me some great stories about his life.

I miss him.  To me at least he was a great man.

Rest in peace Billy Adams.  I hope you know how much you were loved.

Oh dear, it's a meme

I don't normally post these things, but just in case Santa reads LJ I thought I better...

Dear Santa...

Dear Santa,

This year I've been busy!

In May I helped darkapotheosis hide a body (-173 points). Last Monday I bought porn for opheliasv (-10 points). In February I didn't flush (-1 points). In March I gave lalajia a kidney (1000 points). Last month I ate my brussel sprouts (1 points).

Overall, I've been nice (817 points). For Christmas I deserve a Sony Playstation 3!


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More insights into my book habit.

I am a hider in books.

When I'm stressed, or angry, or lost I pick up a book.  I don't know why this is, but it always makes me feel better.  Perhaps the escape into something else, another focus for my spinning mind, helps me get the calm, and distance I need.  Or maybe I'm just looking for answers --  I don't know.  It's not uncommon for me to go for a walk to think about things, and end up buying a book and sitting in a cafe reading it instead.  I have books scattered through my collection that remind me of the circumstances of their purchase -- an argument with a loved one, a job I needed out of, a period of uncertainty in my life when I simply didn't know what to do.

Which goes some way to explaining why at lunchtime today I walked out, bought a book, and sat and read it in Starbucks for half an hour.  It seems to be some kind of period swashbuckling adventure staring Kit Marlowe, by Louise Welsh, who wrote that book I keep meaning to read (the cutting room?).

I feel caught between rocks and hard places.  My life at the moment seems to be littered with choices where whatever I do I'm going to disappoint someone.  A lack of easy answers.  It seems like whatever I do I'm going to end up feeling like a shit one way or another.  Oh well, at least I have books.

The Sectarian Nature of Operating Systems

I came across a very entertaining, very old (in computing terms) article by Umberto Eco comparing DOS/Windows and Mac OS to Catholicism and Protestantism.  Pesky Semiotics professors, you can't watch them. 

Mind you Focault's Pendulum was quite considerably better than the Da Vinci Code.  But then I'm one of those weirdos who likes history, and science, and plot and character and, well, a writing style somewhere above an illiterate monkey.  Don't worry, we're a dying breed.  We're also grumpy.