weekend 28-29 oct 06

after fending off a hack attack on Friday night on the server/IP that hosts Newswireless.net, we were a bit worried as to whether we could get away, but it seemed to die down reasonably quickly. We did wonder whether it was a fishing expedition, to see if we were alert and responsive … and our ISP has all the logs, so we shall be going through them later.

on Saturday morning, I strimmed perlmonger’s hair, and made a batch of banananananana and pumpkin seed muffins, then we set forth for Oxon, bearing said muffins, stopping only to consume a brekker at the greasy spoon on Hotwell Road.

we arrived at Mr and Mrs Keogh’s cottage in Killington at about 3.45, and a very pleasant time was had watching the bonfire and fireworks (with Sarah, Sara and Zara, to name but three – how confusing :), scoffing loads of lovely cakes, having a pub supper and a late natter with our hosts, and Steve and Lynn who arrived very late. perlmonger was extremely social, and fell fast asleep on the sofa, but then he is a very tired old badger at the moment.

Mrs K is a keen gardener, and we left bearing butternut squash, raspberries (in nearly Nov!), spinach, chillis and peppers from the greenhouse, and loads of lovely apples from their orchard. She also did us up a lovely autumn bouquet from her flower garden.

we came home via Dyrham Park, a National Trust property near Bath. Went round the house, and had a good tramp round the beautiful park and gardens, before having a cream tea (hurrah!) in the restaurant. Most of the NT properties close at the end of October, apart from the gardens, so we probably won’t be doing much more before the spring, which is a shame.

so a cracking weekend, once Friday night’s unpleasantness came to an end.

(yet another) senior moment

perlmonger has just emptied the tumble dryer. In some consternation, he informed me that “the sheet was missing” … the load was mostly bedlinen, and indeed – there was No Sheet.

it wasn’t in the washing machine. It wasn’t in the tumble dryer. It wasn’t in the laundry basket.
where was it?

smouldering badger

from El Reg, the tale of a smouldering badger disrupting rail services.

[sniff]

so you want to be a web designer?

then read on

autumn reds


autumn reds
Originally uploaded by ramtops.

taken at Lacock, Wilts on the day we were pursuing perlmonger’s birthday cream tea.

insomnia doesn’t aid fault finding …

I didn’t sleep well last night. I lay awake from about 5 a.m., and eventually realising that I wouldn’t get back to sleep, got up at 5.45.

and discovered – oh the horror – NO INTAHWEB. This is not what you need at that hour, as my powers of deduction are not that strong.

looked at cable modem, adsl router, sonicwall, dual wan router, network switch – all lights flickering. Tried a ping by number – didn’t work, so not a DNS problem. Remote Desktop’d to another machine – that wouldn’t talk outside the LAN either, so not isolated to my machine. Panic!

eventually discover that the Cyclone is lying – although its lights were on, nobody was home. Resetting it has thankfully restored the outside world.

FFS

please readperlmonger’s post here.

I support him 100% in this viewpoint, and I hope that anybody who knows either of us would know we would never do such a thing.

whoosh …

my male chauvinist really has missed the point now. I can’t decide if he’s deliberately misunderstanding, or if it comes naturally.

it’s endemic …

we just had a ring on the doorball, from a chap selling door to door from www.goodtastefoods.co.uk. He had a van full of stuff, and we were interested enough to let him show us his wares.

he brought a heap of boxes to the house; he had salmon, tuna, hake and cod, and all the rest was ready-cooked. We don’t buy – or eat – ready-cooked food, as we’re lucky enough to have the time to cook most nights; and if we don’t, we take something we’ve previously cooked from the freezers.

so he was a bit disappointed that most of his offerings didn’t appeal. perlmonger and I were interested in the fish; it seemed to be from reasonably sustainable sources, but we were concerned about freezer space.

and “it’ll be ok if *you* organise it”, he said to perlmonger. I told him he nearly lost the sale by making stupid sexist remarks, and he was really quite taken aback. P pointed out that actually, it would in fact be much better if *I* did it. And I did, and 12 tuna steaks and 14 pieces of cod loin* are in there.

* I find it very difficult to think of fish loins, don’t you?

more re sexism

further to this, Guy Kewney has written a posting on the subject.

Many surveys have suggested, regularly, that mature business buyers are actually deterred from promotions – exhibition booths, events and advertising – which assumes a 20-year-old male as the stereotype customer. These surveys are all nonsense, in the minds of the CF devcon organiser. Women don’t exist; adult males are all sexually rampant and alcohol-fuelled. Muslims only pretend to be uninterested in getting drunk, and Real Programmers are either adolescent, or wish they were.

more here