Penultimate 2004day

New hard drive arrived for the server this morning, so I'm resettingup (new word of the day) the whole thing as I type. Well, not as I type. More as I'm not typing. Like now. And then. Ooh, and now too.

Trying to distract myself as I've been really upset over Kate recently. Stupid christmas. When she left she said she still wanted to be friends, but I'm inferring that that's no longer the case. That really hurts. Am fltting between nutso-hyper and depths of despair today.

My cold is *finally* starting to dissipate! Am still woozy, but definitely on the mend. Thank goodness for that - was getting fed up with that particular illness!

Tsunami

60,000 people dead. Bloody hell.

If you can spare a tenner, it'll be put to very good use...(updated with slightly better link)

Perl Difficulties

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Can anyone explain what the hell is going on in the above screen? I've logged into my website via ssh (I think - port 22 through putty anyway) and this command just does nothing. I'm not a big perl/linux/putty/telnet/ssh/anything user, but I swear this *used* to work. Perl's definitely functioning properly as shown by the basic program I ran first. I'm trying to get mt-blacklist working so that I can stem the flow of comment-spam emails I'm getting all the time...

Help!

Forty Minutes in the Life of Me

Still full of the festive phlegm here. Thought I might try a day without Lemsip, but, quite frankly, screw that.

[goes to boil the kettle]

I'm back. I had an adventure. I was sitting at my desk with my legs crossed, and unbeknownst to me my stupid lazy right foot fell asleep. So when I stood up it didn't work. It fell over, and I went too. Right in the middle of the office. Splat. Did I get any sympathy? Ha.

[goes [carefully] to pour hot water onto lovely Lemsip]

I'm back again. No accidents this time.

[stirs Lemsip]
[sips Lemsip]
[relaxes into chair]

Anyone else watch Pride last night? Good stuff, I enjoyed it a lot.

[chooses music from playlist]

Played some more Half-Life 2 yesterday. Mum and Dad + guests could hear me yelling from the lounge, apparently. Heh. Shouting actually helped, I think.

[listens to Jeff Buckley's 'Hallelujah' and cries a little]
[it's such a sad song]
[shut up]

I sent out christmas cards to as many Joinees as I could last week, and was chuffed to find a message on the Joinee forum directed towards me specifically

Updated the layout of this website slightly earlier. Cleared out a few dead links etc. Let me know if you notice any problems, please.

I had a dream last night that people were having babies and not telling me. Please tell me if you have babies.

I'm well aware that millions have it far worse, but look what happened to the Barefoot Man!

It’s Elementary Stuff

Who knew the Sherlock Holmes stories were a victorian Midsomer Murders? That's not totally true - last night's show wasn't actually an adaptation of a Conan Doyle story - but it was so disappointing! If you've recorded it or something, you'd best not read any further...

Sherlock dressed up as a big fat man for no reason whatsoever. With amazing rubber face attachments that I'm sure were around back then. That was Just Dumb. Did it also never occur to the great detective that the murderer could perhaps...just maybe...have an accomplice? No? Did that not happen in those days? Lets see...the victim recognises the (in this case attempted) murderer and tells everyone so. But because his fingerprints don't match those found on a bottle outside a window he is released. What? Victim vs random bottle = bottle! The fantasic explanation for this particular feat was that the murderer had an identical twin. With a foot fetish. Then, when the murderer was captured in the act, the fingerprint still didn't match. Because it was the other twin, you see. Despite the fact that every other time it was the first twin that...

Oh, never mind.

Seriously, identical twins. And the obsession with drugs. Yeah, Holmes was an opium addict in the original stories, but that was always just by-the-by. It's not clever to blow this up into a big thing for no good reason. And what was with the fog? It was like London was stuck in a cloud! You couldn't see past the end of the street! And people could happily carry bodies down said streets without anyone caring.

Oh, and while it's true that identical twins don't have matching fingerprints, they are similar enough to be recognisable. That was known back then, when fingerprints were in fact used to see whether twins were fraternal or identical.

I thought it was pants. Pants, I tell you.

EDIT: I changed the title to something a touch wittier. Lemsip dulls my humour buds.

[achoo]

Urgh.

I haven't had a cold like this for years. Despite being dosed up on Lemsip, I still feel pretty awful. If you live within five miles of me, I'd consider evacuation. To make things even better, our office server just died and now can't find ntoskrnl.exe, which is great. Although, to be fair to the server, it picked the perfect time to die. There aren't many times in the year that I could take it offline for multiple days without anybody caring. I just wish I could concentrate properly! Case in point: after plugging the hard drive into Jane's computer, I created a backup folder to copy all the data into, then promptly doubled clicked on the time to find out the date. So I think I may leave trying to fix it until tomorrow!

Hope everyone had a fun christmas day. I'm going to go collapse with a graphic novel, I think. Or just collapse. One or the other.

Lookit!

It's snowing on christmas day. How very marvellous.

Happy Holidays!

As I think I mentioned twelve months ago, christmas eve is my favourite day of the year. Everything's just so very happy. If only I weren't within millimetres of death.

I may be exaggerating slightly.

I have a cold. As is commonly known, men have far worse colds than women, so any derisory comments from that particular half of the population will be ignored. You just don't understand. I now have a nice jar to donate to the local mucus-transfusion ward.

Many thanks to the various people who've dropped off presents for me! They're very much appreciated.

To continue the (not really a) tradition started last year, here's a short story for you. It was written a while back, and I won't vouch for the quality!

I may post later...or I may not. If not, I wish you all an excellent day tomorrow along with many exciting presents, kisses under the mistletoe and a complete lack of brussel sprouts.

Call A Plumber

I'm leaking snot by the bucket-ful. I could run a marathon. I'm getting no warning, either - the drips just come from nowhere! It's a freak snotticane. No boges tho, thankfully.

Had To Be Done

It's Christmas Eve Eve!

I just wanted to say that.

Oh, and Join Me.