Things what I writ

I sometimes write nonsense about things to try and sound clever

black hole network game

I mean, with a dvd drive that spins up like a massey ferguson you’d be delighted if there was an option where if you wanted 5 minute mindless trashing and bombing while VPN was trying to work out where in the world you are that meant you didn’t have to spend about the same amount of time digging around underneath 4 miles of ethernet cable and vga switches just to dig out the box that you got the thing in over a year ago so of course it’s not actually in the box but in another box because you put it in that box when you took it out last time to put the other one in and you couldn’t be bothered to find the real box which is buried under a pile of magazine front cover discs that you cluttered up your machine with and could never uninstall just to work out that the one you thought would be rubbish was in fact rubbish and blimey those flight simulators run slow even on your system and even when you do find it it’s gone dark outside and the children are in bed so the last thing you want is to fire up a tractor in the next room but hey, how else are they gonna know whether you’ve actually paid 29.99 for it or just gone down the market and knocked 3 times on the underside of the counter to get a ‘special’ cheap copy without checking some cd key on the disc itself as you create a vortex in the home office and cars and cows and all sorts are being sucked into the funnel as the whirring reaches a crescendo of logos and intros until finally the game starts by which time you’ve fallen asleep with your head on a pentel roller ball and you’ll jolt awake in 2 hours with an indentation on your forehead that takes 2 weeks to completely disappear but that’s alright because you tell people you were hit by a cyclist who was robbing a bank therefore preventing a crime and everybody feels it was worth it then and has a story to tell next time they go to the workshop.

the option is, of course, is to get those games online so that there are no dvds involved. it’s very simple. all that happens now is that when you start the game some other spurious process will kick off locking your system for a couple of minutes as it tries to remember who you are and where your master server is and then every time you run it it completely overwrites itself with a new version of itself that is has to download over itself and install back in the original place it likes to install itself not the place you’d prefer it to and actually if it wants to create a start menu item all over again it will thank you and by then you’re thinking it’s probably not worth it but it’s hung waiting to contact it’s uber server before it can even tell you you’re allowed to play the game you brought from it and oh look its a new version of itself so you might just need to take a few minutes to remind it who you are and oops the game has suddenly started at the same time so everything has disappeared and been replaced by a screen waiting for you to tell it who you are before it hangs waiting for the other thing to tell it whether that’s true except neither of them can actually validate that yet and so eventually one of them will give up and blurt some half-baked error screen with 24 point times roman which just says maybe everything’s not working right now so maybe try in a minute which was all you had so it’s too late and then everything will quit but there’ll be a flashing orange item on your taskbar which looks like it might actually be useful as it seems to come from the company who’s lead you down this path so let’s have a look and see but oh, it’s an advert for something else I’m not remotely interested in.

the knife

no no no! not the knife! rub rub rub. go on. 64%, dammit! rub rub rub. again. 49%. 64%. 98%. no! dammit! rub rub rub, but the other way round and from the middle to the edge for good luck. last chance. 11, 48, 70, 98. let’s see. dammit! bloody libraries.

I just went through 2 hours to get to that and I was there, back in the bowl in the pouring rain with ship arriving too late to save a drowning witch painted on my rucksack and peter already missing his spot in the middle of the cage in 1982 and I was just about to close the blind and wallow in that closing 4:30 when you have to go skipping like a demented schoolgirl all over the shop. I’ll have to go and purchase something illegal from Korea now to make up for it.

rude awakening

cashback

go on Andy, lend us a tenner. you can say that Jen lent it to me and then she can get 1 pound 75 back. hang on, boiled sweet. ALERT!

it is reminding of customer that not to be leaving VALUABLES as of your coat is hanging up here in order to not be our reponse if it is being the stolen it being at the risk of the CUSTOMER to ensure whether you will taking risk thereof: LOCAL police informing.

it’s not a headset. yes it is. no it isn’t. yes it is. no it isn’t. yes it is.

fake tales of manitou springs

pikes peak 6
pikes peak 1 by Tim Caynes

I walked. no I didn’t. I got on that cog railway and sat next to Bob from Canada who was in Colorado visiting his half brother JD who he only realized was alive because he came across him on the internet via his wife who was related to him via his other mother or something. I said it’s a small world, and I’m from the other side of it. we were full to the brim as the red boxes cogged up the incline and even though I spent the first 30 minutes bemoaning the fact that I ended up on the 2-seat side which sticks to the side of the mountain, eventually I chilled out. literally. we slid the windows up as we approached the halfway point, but not before I’d done my obligatory sticking my upper torso out the window when you’re not supposed to thing and taken a couple of pictures of a place where you can sometimes see goats but they’re at home today fixing up their shed.

when we got to the summit we were allowed 40 minutes to stumble around in the snow, waiting for a gap in the cloud, before we had to head back down again because fat people at 14000 feet have a tendency to drop dead after about 45 minutes. I spent most of that time stumbling around in the snow, waiting for a gap in the cloud, but also managed to slip down a bank next to the railway while taking a picture of a red truck and plaster a thick layer of frozen clay over my backside which I spent the next 10 minutes trying to wipe off without bringing attention to myself even though it was like trying to push wet flour across a tablecloth and so in the end I just went to the toilet block to wash caked mud from my frozen hands and the water felt like it was boiling my skin and I ended up leaving a trail of clay all the way back down anyway and my coat is still brown at the bottom.

I’d recommend it to anyone.

that tree is big

I like that one. I shall fly over there right now. here I go. ooh, that was nice. look at these leaves. they’re all turning. I was only telling her the other day that you know, it’s november and all this is green, like we’ve lost all sense of what if means to be temperate. I think I lost her then, but don’t you think it’s a very strange thing when you can no longer tell when we should be somewhere else just by looking around? there must be thousands of us up here, just waiting for something happen, but what if it doesn’t? I mean, what if nothing changes this year and we’re still up here in january? well, I don’t know either, but it is kind of interesting to think about it, don’t you think? excuse me a second. ooh, that wasn’t pleasant. he’ll not leave it there anymore, eh? hahahaha!

you see that sign down there? what do you think? it looks a bit precarious and I saw it blowing around a bit in the wind yesterday but I think I can do 30 seconds on there. yes? ok, hang on a minute, just let that woman with the dog go past. right. the chill air races through your pathetic little body as you line up the top edge with your nose, twitching your head from side to side and throwing your feet forwards, ready to grab and scrape and flap yourself to a halt. but you mess it up and you do that embarrassing lunge as you deparately claw at the white plastic before sliding unceremoniously into the roses, and then stumble to the roadside, with that indignant, petulant look on your face, your head bobbing around like a demented newton’s cradle, and you’re so busy pretending everything’s alright really, that you don’t notice the mini cooper that’s just slighlty nearer the curb than you’re used to, but alas, it’s too late now, as the speeding nearside wheel crushes the life out of you in a giblety mess, which will get spread across the tarmac, slowly and surely, over the next few hours, by the next few wheels, on the next few honda civics and renault lagunas, as I watch from the window as I’m pretending to work after I just did that little shudder and contorted my face away from the scene as your bones cracked but now I’m more interested in the round corners problem on the microsite so I won’t remember you until I’m putting brownie gear in the car later and somebody steps on your head by accident.

blue yellow green orange

but that’s not unexpected it’s just that I like to be able to kill stuff and this one won’t let me like it’s taken over everything and is refusing to lay down while I poke my huge stick in it’s shiny head to see what comes out except there’s nothing there at least you have to dig really deep just to get back to where you were with the old one so I guess it’s a bonus that you can now have more than one but you know we’ve been doing that for years so how come that’s quite such a feature I mean we didn’t just crawl out of a brown bucket and discover sponges did we.

I just want to add my own thank you. go on. let me. I’ll give you a sausage and an inflatable monkey if I can flip the lid and just dangle my fob in there a couple of seconds to scoop up some of that pie and see where the joins are. it won’t hurt. mmm. that’s not supposed to look like that. oh, it doesn’t. you’re alright then! but you’re still too slow. it’s like symbian or something dammit.

mutual friend

packed full of highlights but it was that one that drove it home – it is worth shelling out that much money to go and stand there when you’re not really sure what’s going on but you know you’re expecting something and it’s at that point that even though there is room to swing a cat in the woodshed it’s all been worthwhile and you don’t know it yet, but you’ll be home in time to see that bloke off dragon’s den talking to jeremy paxman about malawi so even better.

I’m smart me

you just need to think about making sure that when you express your projections and quantify your parameters that you are able to be inclusive when it comes to mapping back to a percentage of the experience and the incremental conversion rate based on your time-bound qualifiers but make sure you don’t ignore the quality because for example with 5.1.1 you’ll be sure to align against the 3 key flows and you have to generate quantitative measures against the apparently abstract deliverables or how can you measure how great you are. so think about that. you’ve got until friday.

on the other hand, you night be thinking that at this stage you’re just about ready to plunge into something completely different and it’s worth noting that there are any number of ways you might think about doing the things that you know you can do but don’t do so do them as it’s my job to ensure you attain those things as part of the competencies that map onto the paths which you’re allowed to change just let me know there’s plenty of things you can check out so don’t think you have to just do the same old same old but think about that development path as a parallel track down a lane of opportunity by a stream of aspiration running by the railroad of experiences into the depot of your life. or something. you’ve got until friday.

numbers

you said 7

no you didn’t. yes I did. no you didn’t. it’s not enough that he’s parading his feline hump around berkshire but when he got a chaff off the notorious monkey boy he got the right arse and so dave has got me ringing round at nine at night sorting out the bananas from the mars bars and grinding the bats into the portal where patrick and the partridge family are clapping out bizet as they scrape their faces with brownie spatulas. we have a nice one with a mouse on from the soldering iron of beelzebub but it sometimes sticks in the clist so we have to build up the ramparts before we can go conquering

it’s not my fault

give me a 727

what’s this? why do I get the crappy K reg from here to there? it’s not like it’s a little punt up the M5 or something and I know that they always get the ones with the scalloped wings and nxtv all over the place so why am I stuck in this velour hell with a back like half a concrete pipe you get in 70s playgrounds and warm breath piping under me like we’re brimstone powered and heading to network hell on the wings of a drunk phoenix who can’t be arsed to fly straight since he lost at cribbage to a gorgon down The Feathers last quiz night. why do we stop here? I have bad dreams about places like this on crimewatch and you expect us to take a short break while you bark at the moon in your smoke cloud, garbling monstrosities at glasses man and a teenage pariah, while we stumble into saw 4 in a portuguese toilet block stuffed with ceramica and grit?

the romans built it. they also dug holes in the ground and when they’d finished they dangled peasants over the lip until they dripped into a bucket. I’d say it’s inches from catastrophe, but the council say they have a large clap magnet that will clear it all up, so that’s alright.

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