Snoopy

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Privacy International Media Release about the Snoopers Charter.

The what? you ask. Well whilst the government was keeping us all occupied with the ID Card proposal, it was pushing a new law through the House of Lords. This law will allow “The data — relating to who you phoned, who phoned you, mobile phone location, emails sent and received and websites visited — [to] be handed over on request to dozens of government agencies.”

There are two clauses that temper this slightly, although I doubt by much:

  1. “the oversight body must let people know when their privacy has been improperly invaded”
  2. “the government to report to Parliament the extent of overseas access to personal information stored by communications providers”

It has also been suggested that this law is illegal under Article 8 of the European Convention on Human Rights (now where are the people who say we won’t be governed by Europe? Will they allow it now?)

Just because they are out to get you, doesn’t mean you are paranoid.

Donating Blood

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Donalda Bint (not her real name I should maybe mention) offers a suggestion on how to get through the christmas shopping nightmare (it’s in the comments). Seems like a good way to do it, but unfortunately it’s not an option for me. I’m not fond of needles but that isn’t why.. the reason is simple: Familial hypercholesterolaemia (FH). Ohhh look at those big medical words.

Essentially my cholesterol is too high, at last check it was 6.3 (ideally you should be lower than 5), it is a genetic ‘flaw’ inherited from my Dad, who takes daily medication to keep his under control. Nothing too serious as I’m aware of it, but the doctor said no donating blood for me until it was lower. He also said that it typically doesn’t level itself out until I’m about 30. Which is now. Guess I need to make an appointment.

Ohh and if I suddenly stop blogging, the last sentence in the article will be why.

Pondering

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I always get a bit down at this time of year. It’s the same thing every time, that last minute rush to get things done before time runs out and a new year begins. Add to that the soul-destroying, rage-enhancing experience that is christmas shopping, and I end up very drained and typically I catch a cold, flu or something over the festive season.

So as I sit here with a sore back, with a ¾ of the bathroom floor done, hoping to finish off some work, before starting on some ‘other’ work for a friend, I’m thoroughly and royally pissed off. Would anyone mind if I just go to bed and get up in 2004?

In a similar mindset, and conscious of the fact that I don’t like to mention my workplace here, I feel stifled and constrained, but not for long… my old friend apathy was welcomed back recently.

Roll on Christmas (which I do actually enjoy when the time comes).

This post was brought to you by a complete lack of coherent thought or direction.

Brass Monkeys

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Cripes, all of a sudden it’s gotten cold.

And all of a sudden four of our radiators have stopped working. Well not completely but they aren’t hot, kinda lukewarm in parts.

I’ve tried bleeding them, but no air trapped in any of them. The pump is running fine (the back bedroom radiator upstairs is roasty-toasty), and I’ve tried turning the boiler on and off to see if that helps. We also spent about 10 minutes thwacking the radiators in an effort to clear any possible blockages.

So before I spend my weekend dismantling and flushing out radiators, any other suggestions?

Ohh and of course there is the bathroom floor to lay, the sealant to… seal, and the final coat on the back of the door…

AND Scotland are playing Holland.

AND we’ve got borrowed DVDs to watch (four of), not to mention six episodes of Charmed (for Louise), three Smallville and two Friends…

AND a wedding reception to go to on Saturday night.

So I guess I’ll see y’all on Monday. Have a good one.

Of course I’ll probably end up posting something Saturday and Sunday but I always like to leave a little disclaimer… don’t want to upset the natives…

Who are you people?

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Zed wonders if she knows anyone who reads her site (I’m paraphrasing badly I think), and I have to admit I do wonder the same. I do know that some real people (as in I’ve met or conversed with them outside of blogland) read and visit here:

Izb and Alex (who I work with), Rebecca (Alex’s wife), and… er… well that’s it for those who are ‘with-blog’. Add to the list Ann Marie (in NYC), Lynne (who I went to school with), Sally (who I worked with) and my family (Mum, Dad & Jennie (little sis) posted during my Blogathon stint, my sister-in-law Claire has said hello, and I think niece and nephew number one – Chris and Jo – have visited occasionally too).

Aside from them, I don’t really know you lot do I? I mean I’ve chatted with a few of you, swapped music recommendations, photos of dubious nature and so on, but even then it’s a little like reading your blogs, you only get so much of a person’s personality.

I’m not sure where I’m heading with this… I can’t make it down to London for the UK Bloggers Xmas bash, and don’t really have the time (ohh ok the get-up-and-go) to arrange a Scottish meet – especially after the one that Richard organised failed.

Although I think I have a solution for that one: hold two meets, one in Glasgow, one in Edinburgh…

One thing is certain though, despite not having met any of you in the flesh, I have learned a lot about you all, shared laughter and tears, highs and lows, and hope to do so for a fair wee while yet.

Wow, this kind of sneaked up on me… and would probably be better if posted at the end of the year, but why wait until then.

I’ve been blogging now for 3 ½ years and loved every minute of it.

So happy new year!!! … er… and thanks for visiting!… please come back soon…

This post was brought to you buy 5 cups of coffee, 3 diet cokes and a Drifter, more later at 3 a.m. no doubt!!

Dude, where's my country?

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Michael Moore is intelligent, funny, and an excellent public speaker. He is obviously (demonstrably) passionate about his beliefs and puts across his point lucidly and with a large degree of verve.

So I guess it’s time to pin my colours to the mast and all that. I’m a leftie. Not far left as I’ve never really identified with any type of extremism, in fact I’m probably around left of centre (Suzanne Vega wasn’t it?). I do have a reactional right-wing side to me but it is just that, short-term, reactionist, and not really how I feel.

Anyway, back to Moore. He is on a book tour, but didn’t read anything from his book (despite picking it up, flicking through some pages before discarding it). He talked mainly about the War in Iraq, the decisions behind it, and ‘challenged’ us to provide an answer to the question of what Tony Blair gained from the war? He prefaced a lot of ideas using humour but was quick to remind us of the reality behind the politics. He took the opportunity, on Remebrance Day, to read out the names of the 53 British soldiers who have died in the Iraqi conflict. Punctuating each name with the word DEAD, it was moving, evocative and very poignant.

I agree with his principles, as I’m sure most of you do as he speaks with a common sense liberal attitude, pro-environment, pro-choice, anti-Bush, it’s an easy hand to play, particularly in these politicallty correct times. In fact this sense of ‘being seen to do the right thing’ was a definite undercurrent, and (although I’ve never been to one) I’m guessing the whole experience was akin to being at a political rally. It’s a captive audience, already in agreement with the majority of the speakers viewpoints, and willing to be lead on others. Liberalism through suggestion? Hardly, the audience is obviously aware of the realities of the world they live in, but there was a hint of exclusivity about the whole thing.

In fact it’s easy to see how, with a few extensions of character and ideals, extremist movements come about.

Take one charismatic speaker, able to emote his ideas and appeal to the masses, one set of ideals that are easily put forward, add a twist of supremism and you aren’t too far away from a certain man named Adolf.

OK, not that close, but you get my point. I hope…

So all in all, an enjoyable, thought provoking and some what sobering evening. But not surprising, and I think that was the biggest disappointment for me. Ultimately, whilst I admire and support his views, and for once in my life may get off my middle-class fat arse to demonstrate against George W.Bush in Glasgow next week, it wasn’t anything new. But maybe that’s his point. It’s not new. It’s been going on for years.