June 2010
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World Cup of *Yawn*
It must be a false memory. Like that one where I’m still convinced that, when I was about 6, I used a toy phone to speak to my cousins in Dundee. I am still sure, to this day, that I did speak to them despite all evidence to the contrary. I’m nothing if not stubborn.…
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Chapter 6
He stands back and looks at the scene, a young man surveying the carnage of the broken man seated before him. Something doesn’t fit here, something isn’t quite right, misplaced or forgotten, he’s not sure which and knows that it is too late for such worries. A dull moan from the chair, scarlet red lines…
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And then… nothing
All quiet on the house front unfortunately. But I have been able to crack on with some website work and as always it’s great when the client is accomodating, helpful and all round just a nice guy. Say hi to www.davidbelbin.com (then go buy one of his books!). I’m also adding some functionality for a…
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Quick, slow
I seem to have fallen into a stupor. The weekends are spent avidly doing nothing, whilst making sure the house doesn’t get into too much of a mess. Week days are all about Work during the day, and work in the evening. But don’t worry, dearest reader, balance is being maintained and once we get…
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Decisions, decisions
One personal flaw (I have a few) is that I can make decisions a little too hastily. Case in point, in our hunt for a team wide task tracking application, after some searching and experimentation we plumped for a bastardisation of Remember The Milk. It’s not as ideal as we’d hoped but it ‘would do’.…
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I am cool again!
It’s a revelation to me as well, so I’ll pause to let you digest that juicy title. *pauses* OK, so it’s stretching the truth a bit, well a lot, well it’s entirely possible that it’s downright lie but let us move on lest I lose all self-esteem and realise just how far I am from…