working weekend

we spent most of the weekend working, as previously detailed. I don’t think we’ve had a full day off for about four weeks, and it’s starting to show … making silly mistakes with server config files and flailing formed a large part of yesterday afternoon :(

which meant that the Complicated Cooking I’d planned fell into abeyance – it will have to be Duck with Lentils and Ceps tonight. Anyway, we scoffed a full english for brunch, and all we could manage at the end of a long afternoon was a bag of Kettle chips and some chocolate raisins. Very healthy. I was thwarted in my probably foolish desire for a last half glass of wine by finding that the bottle I’d put in the fridge was in fact *red*, due to perlmonger’s inability to put the white wine in the left side of the wine rack. Probably just as well.

caught up with Dr Who (huge fun) and the second episode of Jekyll, which I am enjoying enormously. Best line, most definitely: “I’ve got my pride” – I’m still chortling.

in other news, Liessa is not mending as well as we’d hoped, and is now on 5mg of steroids a day. And not enjoying it, and neither are we. The first pill went down reasonably easily, as we had surprise on our side; yesterday, not so good. We got it down her, but we are scratched quite badly, and she is extremely suspicious. Not quite sure how to deal with this … kevlar, possibly.

mu har har

after some nifty footwork by perlmonger, scumbags people hotlinking direct to my images will see:

we finally decided Something Must Be Done when the image hits from Myspace et al were reaching five figures a month …

and also, we needed to do it for a new client site …

it’s what she would have wanted

a dress for Diana.

times are clearly hard for Mr and Mrs Emanuel.

I caught this bandwagon a while back …

but if you’re looking for me on Facebook, I’m mac jordan.

in other news, bah to clients who casually say “can we go live on Monday?”, when we haven’t done the W3C validation, the search, the print stylesheet, &c … [continues working]

from the memory banks … part II

and here’s the rest of this story:

wonderful, eh? And, to add further fun, the Mill Tracking server has buggered its NTS so comprehensively that it now won’t even ping /itself./ And we can’t rebuild it because a) it’s not man enough for the job anyway, and b) it’s running a bespoke app, and nobody knows how to reinstall it and set it up.

the OS/2 “server” [giggle] yesterday started displaying signs of a bad hard disk. It refuses to back itself up, and every chkdsk brings forth new bad clusters – I give it days, frankly. And nobody knows where the OS/2 install disks are, or how to set it up. (this OS dates from 1992, IIRC). And it’s running a Gupta SQL database for OS/2. It’s now become a matter of some urgency to redevelop the application. In Access 8. Oh dear.

today, it transpires that they’ve /lost/ the NT 3.51 CD(s), and so can’t install new printers for those who need them. They have no idea what licenses they have for stuff, or how many people are using said stuff. Their security shares are a mess.

I’m looking for a new contract – when the heads start rolling, I’d like to be well away from the tumbrils.

from the memory banks …

I posted this in a conference on CIX in October 1998, and was reminded in an IRC conversation with

behind the cut, to spare those of a nervous disposition

Waterfall 2006

featuring such stirring keynotes as “Dead Fish Can’t Swim But They Can Float Down a Waterfall” by Tim Lister.

Waterfall 2006

dreams

I spent what seemed like most of last night dreaming about writing HTML e-mails (oh the shame) about orange Le Creuset cookware. I have no idea why.

however, it beat the previous night’s dreams, which involved going down an alley I’d never noticed before and finding a lovely cobbled square, three sides of which contained a vintage clothing shop run by the WI. “Oh, I love wearing vintage clothes”, I cried, in the dream – which is odd, because I’ve never done that in my life.

what was even odder was to find myself in a *very* small lavatory cubicle with a lowish door, set in front of a refectory-style table, with Princess Anne sitting opposite. She seemed to want to be my friend, but I rebuffed her.

analyse *that*.

nice to get a name check in the Guardian

shame they got my gender wrong. It must be a sub-editing thing, because wendyg is well aware of my gurleyness.

/technology.guardian.co.uk/weekly/story/0,,2101819,00.html.

where will it end …

“The family has, for instance, been in talks with the internet giant Google to ask whether the double O in the logo could be replaced with Madeleine’s distinctive eyes.”

from the Guardian.