Tag: AM

Random Alley

Rainlendar – Having to check your calendar to confirm the day of the week isn’t a good thing.

SuperNanny – could be addictive, and yes I AM slightly aroused by her “suit and glasses” look in a “I’ve been a bad boy miss” kinda way.

Barbelith – Subcultural engagement for the 21st Century and chock full of “interesting stuff”.

Google Video BETA launch – Helping media meltdown?

Blog abuse is spreading people – let’s be careful out there!

Gig this

Suggested t-shirt from last night’s gig:


Cos that’s just annoying, ain’t it? When it’s ALWAYS you that people are pushing past.

Well I don't know!

I’m at pains to even post this but I will because it’ll serve a purpose.

I don’t blog about work often (other than the usual “my aren’t I busy today, I really shouldn’t be blogging” type of post) but I’m making an exception.

It’s a blip, I know that, it’s the early panic before the impending hurricane. I’m boarding up windows frantically but still think I’ve missed one. It happens on every project, and I’m used to it happening on every project, it’s part of life within a software development cycle.

Except that I’m in that stage for 5 concurrent projects at the moment.

So, in short, I’m alternating between complete rage/fury and a lovely apathetically reached stupor.

Why am I telling you? Well if I leave a comment on your site that is either a tad too cryptic or a tad too offensive then please let me know (it IS also entirely possible that I will leave comments and have no recollection of the fact). Similarly this site will be alternating between no posts and oodles and oodles of posts each day, depending on my state of manic-ness at the time – either manically GO GO GO or manically CAN I PLEASE CRAWL UNDER MY DESK AND SLEEP.

But then that doesn’t really change anything. Other than achieving one of the true aims of a blog which is to “put it out there”.

So, I have. Put it out there. Ignore this at your pleasure. Or, depending on MY mood, your peril. Hey, I’m just trying to keep you on your toes.

Dammit, I’ve just remembered that I was going to ask Pete Ashton if I could use his hard work to offer downloads of John Peel’s Festive Fifty in an advent style event. Oh well, he’s away at the moment it seems so it wouldn’t have worked. Ohh that and being a week late to start.

Let me just crawl back under this desk.

Disclaimer: Yes I AM being a tad over-dramatic (it’s called artistic license, darlings), yes I AM fine, yes I WILL get through this and YES I probably have had too much caffeine today.

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Do you ever feel a tad detached?

Quite frequently things go on that I never hear about. This is on all levels, from global events to work gossip. I AM the last to know. It doesn’t bother me on the whole, but it does puzzle me.

(I think) I’m an OK guy. I chat with people, ask after people and generally follow most rules of society. Yet still I never really break across THAT line, never fully feel that I’ve made it into the inner sanctum of knowledge afforded to those “in the know”.

I also know that this is complete tosh and that everyone feels like this to a degree and most of what I THINK I don’t know is actually being projected by me.

So, how many of you knew that the Barcelona Forum is underway? Better still, how many of you know what the Barcelona Forum aims to achieve?

No, I didn’t know either.

Grown up

Should I be worried? Should I care? Should I make some changes?

I don’t feel grown up. I have a mortgage, a car, a garden to tend. I enjoy a quite night in with a bottle of wine, and a noisy night out in a pub. I enjoy watching cartoons. I don’t follow politics as closely as I should (but close enough thanks), I do enjoy a good cup of coffee.

But, seemingly, I’m not ‘grown up’ because I wear boxer shorts.

My darling wife made this comment (I’m paraphrasing) the other day. She said that she, and her friend, had been discussing an appearance by Julian McMahon on Nip|Tuck, clad in nothing but a pair of dark briefs (he was, not them). She said he looked like a man, but she didn’t see me that way. Her friend said the same about her partner, I’m not sure if her friend said the same about me.

Now I know I can be childish, immature and have a tendency to use humour as a defence mechanism – so much so it’s spilled over into a natural reaction in a lot of scenarios – but I AM A MAN!

So, this weekend I’ll be changing my underwear. Er…. that is, I’ll be buying some new underwear (I was brought up well, I change my underwear everyday… mostly..). The only question is whether to invest in a pair of speedo’s as well…

That reminds me

Must dig out the spandex wrestling outfit, maybe it’s time for a comeback.

Or maybe not.

[This post will not make sense unless you were one of the 4 people involved in the conversation in the October Cafe in Princes Square, Glasgow, at around 6:30pm on Friday evening. Suffice to say I AM THE CRUSHINATOR!]

P.S. I’m taking bets that a certain lady will add a rude comment about this, she’d better not let me down!

Best British Blog

No not me (of course). Congrats to the winner and all that. Right can we all move on now?

The duck of the draw

Note: I’m not peeved that I didn’t win, or that I wasn’t shortlisted. Honest. No seriously I’m not. I AM peeved that I didn’t win the £1000. My motives are purely financial, trust me.