The other day I wrote about a fundraising event organised by the blogging community and involving the blogging community too. Well I’m here reminding you all of it again, after just watching a Horizon program about how to live to 101 on BBC2.
It seems there are a few simple rules that you can follow to add longevity to your life and they are as follows:
Well of course that isn’t true. As soon as it is time to write something specific, for a worthwhile cause (see previous post), the ideas completely dry up. A little lubrication via the drink department of ASDA seems to have little effect on sparking ideas. If I had a South American Tree Frog I may be able to induce some creativity via its hallucinogenic back sweat, but I am, as are ASDA, completely out of the inspirational amphibian. Likewise the only mushrooms in the house are closed cap and…
I have been known to lurk on Peach’s site, and also commiserate (virually) with many a happenstance. And it seems this sort of thing goes on a lot in the blogosphere, hence this neat little project. A book of ‘blog’ stories making money for the WarChild charity. To find out more follow the link below…
One of the most annoying things in life (for me) is hearing a song in the morning and then being unable to get it out of my head for the whole of the day. Today it got worse. The next stage of this really annoying thing is to wake up with a song in your head. So the first thought you have in the day is a blast of Madonna’s Into the groove going round and round in your head. This is what happened to me, and is most upsetting.
I was concerned that it would be with me all day, however I was…
I got to think (yes, I know, take it easy) about how the other half live. Take Peter Hain for instance. He’s got into a spot of bother for some donations that he may, or may not, have had given to him to use for his campaign to become deputy leader of the Labour party. When the water got a little too hot, he was able to tender his resignation, in order to ‘clear his name’.
Now, as I thought about things, I realised that he is in a slightly different position to myself. I certainly couldn’t…
Just thought I should let you know that ten past eight in the morning is not between nine and one, unless of course, you meant nine pm and one pm. This I am quite sure is not what you meant as you only gave one date, and nine pm to one pm would be over two days. ust thought you’d like to know.
Now I don’t claim to be as incisive as John Humphreys or Jeremy Paxman (or even Jeremy Clarkson) when it comes to political issues but I have watched the TV. On the way to work this morning I caught the radio talking about the US Presidential election and the first rounds of voting taking place today in Iowa. It said that the Republican favourite to take Iowa was Mike Huckabee, a former Baptist preacher. The reporter then made a political comment about Mr Huckabee that I found a little amusing,…
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Well Christmas is over for another year and the world has taken to heart the message of good will to all men (but hasn’t extended it to female political leaders - perhaps next year).
I have managed to have a nice time, a good break and am now well into the swing of creating some resolutions for 2008, but before I go there I’d like to say a few things about Christmas.
Once again Santa brought me Dr Who on DVD and I am also now the…
Well I needed my six monthly contact lens check this morning and so made my way to the local opticians. What I didn’t know was that panto season had just started there. The optician, one I hadn’t met before, did the check up in a traditional camp panto stylee that would have made Ricky Gervais in Extras proud. The highlight of which was the phrase, ‘would you mind opening your legs.’ Let me add that this was in order for the eye apparatus to be moved closer to me on the chair.
Okay, I’m not going to do a cheap gag about US and UK intelligence, but what I am going to mention is the big issue of trust. Before the coalition decided to invade Iraq, the world was told, based on information in Intelligence Reports, that Iraq had weapons of mass destruction and could launch a significant attack in about 45 minutes.
Now we are being told that Iran, isn’t making any WMDs, and if it decided to, it couldn’t do it until about 2015 at the earliest. (That’s the year, not quarter…
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Well I wish there was more I could do but between trying to complete NaNoWriMo and other home type things there is very little time. When I do get a moment it is a cup of tea and a quick rest on the bed. And here is the proof, a comfortable position and a nice rest.
And so I needed to find a new mixer for the glass of vodka I had just poured. In the end I used the cooled bottle of Fanta Fruit Twist that was in the fridge, and it was very nice too.
Of course the Vodka is for purely medicinal purposes while I am suffering from the worse case of man flu since the last one. Whilst suffering the plague I tend to watch TV, the path of least resistance et al.
So I have reacquainted myself with Scrubs and later on, if I can’t sleep I’ll be watching F/X Murder By…
My spelling is not the best, you only need to read this blog to find that out, however I enjoy writing and so perhaps I shall improve over time. In the meantime, while I am writing I often need to check things out with those nearby, hence this conversation:
'Is Charles Dance spelt D-A-N-S-E or D-A-N-C-E?'
There is a laugh, at my expense, before the reply.
'Thanks, is Danse Macabre, spelt D-A-N-C-E or D-A-N-S-E?'
So our Wi-fi router is playing up - I think the firmware update failed - and now doesn’t want to work. So my significant other calls the support team to sort things out. They tell her that the first step is to reset the router, hold down the reset button for about 30 seconds…
And it has been great. I think I have been hibernating for the past ” ‘kin years ” as the policemen from the Young Ones once said. But now I am enjoying a kind of renaissance.
However, this morning I have a little headache, a headache that I haven’t had for quite some time, and so, with my lovely tea I will be adding a vital ingredient… some paracetamol.
Last night I satyed up far too late, which is probably why I have the headache, that was due to needing to finish something at very short notice while keeping the family happy and watching Heroes. Each week it just gets better (only on series one so don’t spoil anything please) with revelation after revelation, great.
And it came to pass that the legend who is Tom Baker appeared at Central Milton Keynes. Although he didn’t wear his trademark tie, and I couldn’t hear his trademark coarse language, he still manages to impose himself at Collectamania in Central Milton Keynes. I managed to get this almost in focus and almost close-up of the man (ne TimeLord).
There were also a number of Heroes regulars at Milton Keynes too. Including the below Ando. And this gives me the chance to use my wonderful joke. A marketing coup would have got the heroes star with Billy Dee Williams at the local chicken restaurant at the Xscape building…
In the changing room Originally uploaded by dazzer67 Going shopping for clothes uses more male calories than shopping for food. This can be seen by the attached photo where tiredness overcomes me after only a few minutes shopping for clothes.
Although it has been widely thought that men have fewer calories to use for shopping, it was not known until now that the calories available also varied depending on what was being shopped.
It has long been assumed that men were able to spend hours on end looking at DVDs, audio or computer equipment, but this has been put down to their higher brain function and not to calorific availability. This thoery is now open to widespread abuse.
“The funniest comedy double-act in Britain”(NME) are back!
Transmission details announced for series three of
The Mighty Boosh
“Easily the freshest comedy on TV… The Mighty Boosh looked kaleidoscopically beautiful.” THE TELEGRAPH “Charming, audacious and genuinely innovative.” THE TIMES “Horror, music, art and comedy in one terrific psychedelic melting pot.” SUNDAY TIMES CULTURE
Baby Cow Productions and BBC THREE are pleased to announce the transmission date for the eagerly-awaited third series of THE MIGHTY BOOSH, the comedy show written by and starring multi-award winning comedians Julian Barratt and Noel Fielding. The series will transmit for six weeks, every Thursday night at 22.30, from Thursday 15 November on BBC THREE.
The third series of THE MIGHTY BOOSH sees Vince Noir (Noel Fielding) and Howard Moon (Julian Barratt) working in Naboo’s second hand shop in Dalston. Howard, unsuccessfully trying to sell his esoteric jazz records, mainly moons away the hours in delusions of grandeur while Vince lays around in a hammock playing loud music, trying on wigs and finding Howard ludicrous. Needless to say they don’t get much work done. This doesn’t bother Naboo too much, firstly as the shop is really only a cover for his shady interplanetary Shaman business and secondly, he’s usually quite chilled out from sampling his own magical herbs and remedies.
EELS Naboo and Bollo are off on the Head Shaman’s stag do, leaving Howard and Vince in charge of Nabootique. The duo challenge one another to a sales contest, each trying to sell their latest fads, Elbow Patches and The Indie Celebrity Radar. Things are going pretty well until an unexpected visit from the evil cockney Hitcher. After summoning Elsie Queen of Eels, The Hitcher demands protection money from the boys, but this is money the boys just don’t have…
JOURNEY TO THE CENTRE OF A PUNK In an attempt to impress his new punk mates, Vince rebelliously bites Howard’s rare jazz record. Unbeknown to Vince however he has bitten off more than he can chew as the corruptive Jazz Beast enters his blood stream. As Vince’s life hangs in the balance, Naboo has no alternative but to shrink Howard and his jazz companion Lester Corncrake down to the size of a pea and send them into Vince’s body to locate and kill the invasive cell. Can they kill the Jazz Beast before it kills Vince?
THE CRIMP Vince and Howard are distraught to learn they’ve had their style stolen by The Flighty Zeus. As The Flighty Zeus’ popularity rages amongst the kids, The Boosh find themselves increasingly pushed out. The boys hope to regain their popularity with the invention of a new dance craze, Crimping, but with a massive face-off planned at The Velvet Onion, will Crimping be enough to win back their reputation?
THE STRANGE TALE OF THE CRACK FOX Whilst putting the rubbish out, Vince befriends the Crack Fox, inviting the poor soul into Nabootique for some hot soup. However, the Crack Fox is not as he seems and after knocking Vince out with his potent smell, he vanishes with Naboo’s most precious possession, a bottle of Shaman Juice. Punishment for the loss of the juice is death and whilst Naboo awaits his fate on Shaman Death Row, it’s left to The Boosh to recover the juice and destroy the evil Crack Fox once and for all.
PARTY It’s Howard’s birthday. Reluctant to celebrate, Howard finally succumbs to Vince’s plan for a huge party. With Bollo on the door, Saboo and Harrison on the decks and Vince’s uber-trendy friends on the dance floor, the party really starts to hot up. That is, until someone is caught in a compromising position with the Head Shaman’s wife in Naboo’s stock room.
Sammy The Crab Vince is MCing a night at the Velvet Onion, to be headlined by The Black Tubes. Keen to fill the shoes of their recently deceased front man, Vince goes to immense lengths to get into their obligatory drainpipe jeans, but at what price? Meanwhile Howard takes acting lessons from Montgomery Flange in an attempt to overcome his stage fright and secure work with director Jurgen Harbourmaster, but will he miss out to Sammy The Crab?
I have usually enjoyed most things that Michael Crichton does, from Andromeda Strain to Jurassic Park, but what about Next?
In this novel Crichton takes on the interesting topic of genetics, how genes work, affect us and how they might be used to ‘better’ our existence – or perhaps increase the bank balance of those involved.
Although the book was interesting and worth reading, I have to admit that the plot wasn’t overly gripping. As a novel, although it came to a conclusion, it didn’t flow and I had difficulty following where the story was and where it was heading. The characters were a little cliched and becasue of this we didn’t really delve into them.
So why was it worth reading? Well it made me think. I am interested in learning about new things and the insights into genetics that the book delivered were interesting and thought-provoking. Crichton looks at how companies are buying up bits of the human genome and explores this through some legal banter as the book moves on.
One question it did leave me, was that if companies are buying the patents on genes, and perhaps they buy the patent on genes that cause disease, could individuals who get those diseases sue the owners? Perhaps owning a large part of the genome isn’t the best financial aquisition you could make.
Now I want to make it clear that I wouldn’t change my broadband supplier. I believe the service and features, for the price I pay, is wonderful. So there you have it, I wouldn’t move from BTBroadband unless it was a matter of life and death - and I would recommend them to anyone.
However (yes it is coming), there are one or two quirks that I have had to deal with and sometimes they come back to haunt me. For instance when I got the wireless hub it wouldn’t connect. Despite all my best efforts in trying to place the wireless adapter close to the hub, inline and even right on top of it, it wouldn’t find a strong enough signal to connect. I did however find the solution at an online forum, where they said change the hub setting to channel 11 from automatic or 1. Of course to do this you need to have a connection to the hub - can you see the problem? Wireless connection won’t connect to the hub, solution change the settings on the hub, via a connection!
Fortunately I have an adpater card and so was able to pull out the wireless adapter, plug in the network card and then change the settings. It worked fine and I have enjoyed problem free connection ever since… until tonight.
As you can see from previous posts I have got a new Hub phone to use on the broadband connection and to other pcs - so if you have a Skype number feel free to drop it in. The instructions for the phone told me to click a button and then press the button on the back of the hub for 3 seconds. I stopped reading. When I pressed the number nothing appeared to happen… so I kept it pressed. The hub lights flashed.
For some reasons all connections to the internet were gone.
I reread the intructions, ‘press the button for 3 seconds… only, any longer and the hub will reset. And you know what that means, channel reset to 1 and not 11. The solution… unplug the wireless adpater, plug in the network card and reset it all.
Just an update, as I like to be fair, to say that the issue with BT that I had has been resolved. I recieved a message from them yesterday saying that the situation was sorted and that I would not be charged in any way, shape or form. Now all I need is the phone that should have got to me yesterday as well - but there has been a postal strike.
I loved this. I must admit it wasn’t easy going, I haven’t had any great scientific education, and I am not sure how much I actually understood. It will probably need another read through now that I have got through it once.
What it has done though is inspire me to read further about the subject, and that is no bad thing. So I’ll be googling away for the next few days.
The book basically introduces the theories of how the universe began (I won’t give away the ending [or should that be the beginning?] but it does have a twist). Looking at the basic Big Bang theory, constant expansion, inflation, and then moved into the realm of Quantum theories.
I decide to give BT a call because of an issue I have with a new order. I call at about 6 in the evening, this is the busy time, most people with issues have just got home and like me decide to call at the same time. I dial, I listen to the voice prompts and press my buttons to get into a queue and then I make my first mistake.
I am told that they are busy and that there will be a wait, I can, if I want, press some more buttons and wait for them to call me back, however, I am a little concerned about the issue I have and want to sort it out, so I decline this option and begin to hold.
In total the call lasted an hour and a quarter, in which I was passed through four people before I got to talk to someone who took my details, took down the issue and said he would call back within twenty minutes. He called back within ten, telling me the issue was sorted. I await to see if it will be sorted, but I think he was from a call centre several thousand miles away, unlike some of the people I had spoken to in the previous hour or so.
Compared to other people I have an awful lot, I have been blessed many times, am healthy, wealthy (apparently in the top 5-7% of earners across the whole planet) and wise (well I’m educated). However, as is the way of so many Gen Xers it seems my life has lurched from one crisis to another.
I now believe that I am going through some sort of mid-crisis life. I feel more focussed than ever before, I feel more confident than ever before and in general I feel good about things. That isn’t to say that everything is peachy, the norm is still crisis, however the life is starting to break through.
My fingers are reasonably long, friendly relatives have previously said they are piano playing fingers. However, this has not proved true… I can’t play the piano apart from bashing out a few chords, the lead and bass lines of Kraftwerk’s Das Model (showing off with my linguistic skills there) and experimental riffs that Ross Geller would be proud of.
My fingers are definitely not green. The garden that I tend (ha - I use hay fever as an excuse) is a mixture of lawn, concrete and weeds. Many a time I have bought a house plant to add that eco feel to the living space and many a time they have died, usually in a long drawn out process that I have been unable to stem. If there was an RSPCP association I am sure they would have convicted me.
Nevertheless I have once again ventured into the house plant arena and bought a cactus. I have a picture below, enjoy it while it lasts.
It was a summer that we will remember for not happening, for never arriving. However, one weekend the summer did arrive and we took a trip to the coast. On the journey we listened to the audio version of Sepulchre by James Herbert, which was nice. When this got a little too heavy we put on Radio Two, and we heard the classic Nancy Sinatra track Summer Wine. (I say classic but I had never heard it before)
Now we liked this track and so when we got home we searched for it, found out who it was and then went to youtube :-) And that is where we found this version, which is quite good, and which I would like to share with you.
PS, I don’t particularly like the Corrs and U2 are a little hit and miss with me, but together this really works.
One of the goals I had set for this year was to create and do some structured exercise. Well, I researched, thought a little and wrote down a list of weight training exercises and basic non-weight exercises I could do. Decided that I would do them on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, giving a day inbetween to rest the muscles (this seemd to be quite important when reading up on it all).
I started this almost a month ago and have been regularly keeping up since then. I am now in the position where I may need to add one or two more exercises to the list, but I’m not rushing into that as I would like to add some aerobic exercie to the days inbetween. Running is the easiest but I find that terribly boring, skipping could be an option as at least I wouldn’t have to leave the house. If I ever get the shed put up in the back garden I could get myself a bicycle.
However, I am pleased that one of my major goals for the year has been achieved.
The Death of Dalzielby Reginald Hill This was a good read. I don’t normally like or go for crime novels but this one was given to me and I enjoyed it. Reginald Hill (no relation) keeps the plot moving, the humour flowing and although not with a great whodunnit twist at the end, it did resolve things nicely. See more about The Death of Dalziel
The latest in a long line of spam emails to hit my inbox has taken top spot in my all-time favourites list. This one is nicely left-field and has had me chuckling since I saw it. It is for Viagra (which despite it being random spam always worries me) but it was the sender that made me chortle. I was being offered Viagra from Stewart Camp.
I am off on an international venture in November. It means crossing into the territory of our European partners and looking at scenery such as the following
The thing is, this trip is at the same time as the Cardiacs are touring for the first time in years. I normally see them at the Astoria in London but if I want to do the international trip and the Cardiacs I may have to see them in Stoke or some other place. What a choice, the above or the below… you help me decide ;-)
Well it was the first week back to work after the summer break. This is one of those times that marks out the year, for me it means summer is over. But just this once I wish summer had actually started.
Being on WinXP at home, I have stuck with Windows Media Player. I quite like version 11 and once used to one media player it can be difficult to change. I do however, use iTunes and have an account at the iStore where every once in a while I’ll buy a track I quite like. The problem is that it seems like every time I run iTunes there is a download, so instead of playing the one or several tracks I felt like listening to I have to wait about twenty minutes while I download and upgrade to the latest version. iTunes has now taken over from Adobe Reader as the most updated piece of software I use. Well, perhaps firefox updates more but that update is seamless, quick and often rewarding.
Loved, Mock the Week and in particular Andy Parsons this week. He made the point that people being upset and complaining that they didn’t want Camilla to be Queen was ridiculous. It is the whole point of a Monarchy that the people don’t choose who will be Queen. If you want to choose then you need a presidency.
I smiled at first but after a while I couldn’t help feel that they were modern fundametalism attempting to be something else and failing. As I looked at them it felt like the comedy equivalent of reading the Daily Mail, hence the Melville quote. But then isn’t that how all modern satire works, by taking bits of a picture and creating a meta-narrative? Creating a meta-narrative is all the modernist can do, it is their way, their very being :-)