The beaver is a proud and noble animal

Today I have done:
- 10 miles of cycling, with an average heart rate of 144 in 41:41 minutes
- 2 km on the evil-rower-from-hell, with an average split time of 2:36.9 and a total time of 10:30

I am a happy bunny.

I never thought I could get to enjoy the gym, but I do. Don't tell anybody

Mrs Turner is a crotchety old codger who keeps calling for a cab and making the same dialing error that leads her to our telephonic doorstep, then berates us on the phone because we won't send her a cab (even though we patiently try and explain that she's dialed a wrong number). She's as deaf as a post, and stubborn to boot. So now, when she calls us for a cab, we simply take her details and forward them to Phil's Taxies. They have a long history with her, so it's ok.

And funny.

Our upstairs neighbours are making our life hell. We're getting sucked into an immature spiral of making noise just to spite them for making noise. We need to get the fuck out of here.

I might not be in a cleaning mood often, but when it does hit me, dayum, shit happens!

“What I'd really like to do is grow out my beard really, really long, braid it into my pubes and strum it like a harp” … Bill Bailey

One of the things that I like about my job is that I usually don't need to waste time fiddling with system administration.

Usually.

Except for now.

I have a bitchin' piece of code that works perfectly on my laptop setup, where I am the master of my domain. I can install dependencies on the fly and make sure that the latest libraries are there.

Of course, this is not so on our production machines where I am a lowly user and at the whims of the BOFHs.

For the past 2 days, I have been trying to compile and install a piece of software. For the past 2 days, I have been trying to compile and install the libraries that I need to compile and install the first piece of software. This would be so much easier if I had root access and didn't have to install to non-standard paths and having to ensure that the friggin compiler uses the latest versions of the libraries, not the obsolete ones.

I need a hug.

Fridance

A celebratory dance performed (usually at work) on Fridays to commemorate the end of the grueling work week. The dance is performed using no particular pattern or style, but often incorporates variations of “The Robot” while vocally producing Rock or Heavy Metal type sounds.

Canadian prisons open tattoo pilot program for inmates
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- What does it say about my LJ habits that I need to browse between 60 and 80 posts a day to keep up with my full friend list?

- Katy and I are going to see a pet-friendly 3-bedroom house in Hinxton tomorrow that we can potentially rent for the same price as our 1-bedroom flat in cambridge.

- I seriously want me one of those: http://www.trek-tech.com/products/

- This picture cracked me up this morning:

- I wrote to two siberian cat breeders in the UK to see when they will have kittens available.

- I'm feeling very bleh today. I don't really know why.

Because of all the kerfuffle generated by LJ changing its cookie handling, my LJ client broke. I've written a patch for it. It now works :)