For some weird reason, the toilet paper we bought is not perforated. We always buy the same brand, and it usually is. This time it isn't and it's a serious pain in the ass.
Month: January 2006
We seriously need to move
They're coming at us from all directions. We can't escape it. It started with the lead-footed neighbours upstairs that we can hear watch TV / talk / sing / walk / sleep / breathe. Now, there's a band practicing in the garage right in front of our front room window. We can hear their drumming over our movie.
Katy is starting to lose her mind.
I'm not far behind.
[Recipe] Apple-Honey glazed ham
I have discovered the recipe for ham love.
Take one 2kg smoked roasting ham. Put it on a rack in roasting pan filled with two cups of apple juice (make sure you have about an inch of liquid on the bottom of the pan). Stick a few cloves in the ham. Cover the ham with some foil and cook at 350F/180C for 2.5 hours.
Melt half a cup of brown sugar in half a cup of maple syrup. Once melted, uncover the ham and brush the glaze generously on the ham. Cook for another 30 minutes, basting after 15 minutes.
When cooked, let sit for 10 minutes and dig in.
In one word, SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!
Fuckin' hell!
Continuing my investigation on bandwidth usage, I did some number crunching on my raw access logs. on a daily basis, half of the unique referrers in my apache logs come from myspace.
HALF!!!!!
bloody 'ell!
Sometimes the internet scares me
Periodically, I go over my website logs. I'm getting something like a million hits a month and about 10 gigs of bandwidth traffic (which in itself is flabergasting as this is an I-love-me website). A lot of people link directly to the strips in the comic archive. Annoying, but I can live with that. Since I'm still below my bandwidth allocation, I don't mind, really, and I can't be assed to write an htaccess file to limit the referrers.
Sometimes though, I'm worried about the state of humanity. People hot linking comic strips? I can handle. People hot linking pictures from my portfolio and taking them *scarily* out of context? I get worried. Not as in, OMG they're going to steal my identity or start stalking me (and lets face it, most of the time it's from emo kids on myspace). More of the “what the fuck are they thinking” sort…
Case and point:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/nickcerta/
http://myspace.com/plusplusminus
http://myspace.com/risingsunmusicnet
The myspace accounts are typical of all that is wrong with myspace, but that's irrelevant. What is freaky is that they both link images completely out of context. The LJ one is sorta in context, but still, wrong.
workout #1
5 miles of bike in 20 minutes with heart rate hovering at 85% of max (so about 160), followed by 5 minutes of an evil rowing machine (I want to do more of that, but damn, so far, I can't do more than 5 minutes!) followed by a few sets of assisted chin-ups and upper body free weights.
March of the penguins
We went to see March of the Penguins last night. It was a fun, light, highly anthropomorphised movie and, though it was mildly perilous (sic), we had fun. My only thought now after seeing that movie is that, man, the noise of that colony must be impressive and furthermore, it must just *mong*!!
Of course, Katy now wants a penguin.
But hey, we all saw that one coming.
Quote of the day
I'm in a meeting, where somebody is presenting a new version of a particularly convoluted software package.
Q: How does the new user interface compare to the old user interface?
A: Lets face it, the old UI sucked. The new one… sucks in a different way.
Selling fish door to door
I did something new tonight. I bought fish off the back of a running truck: tuna, salmon and halibut.
I've seen this done before, but it's the first time I have the opportunity to do so. I hope I don't live to regret it.
Has anybody ever done something similar in Cambs?
That one thing you wish you could do…
I recently ran across a video I'd seen a few weeks ago. It's a latvian dude freerunning across an urban landscape. There's something about it that seems so… alive. Dangerous as hell, and his body will be getting its revenge at him in a few years, but see? that's rationality and negativity talking. I wish I could do that. I wish I could leave all my cares behind and just run. Then reality sets in, and I realize that I'm desperately out of shape, afraid of heights and would probably kill myself at the best or end up quadraplegic at the worst. But still I dream.
