:: Sunday, April 30, 2006

I stumbled on this


and it's cool. I always wanted a hidden room with one these. It's the mysterious historical romance of it that really appeals. Either that or just like the quirkiness of it, the "I know something you don't know" factor.



I think I'd better redesign my 6,000 sq ft mansion and incorporate one or two, I've got time before next Saturday's lotto. If nothing else I could use it to hide from the Scary Fairy at one o'clock in the morning.







:: Saturday, April 29, 2006

Damn


That woman at the Lotto shop gave me the wrong ticket. Again.

Mind you, she gave everyone else the wrong ticket, too, cos it's a jackpot.






:: Friday, April 28, 2006

Rolling in it




That's what's up for grabs tomorrow night. Do YOU feel lucky? Well, do ya?

If we won it, I'd import one or two of these



phwoarrrrr classy, eh!

And I won't drive it to Thames when Karangahake Gorge look like it did this morning



Promise.

Hands up who else wants one?






:: Sunday, April 23, 2006

Random Weirdness #341


* If the *
* Earth were only *
* a few feet in diameter, floating a *
* few feet above a field somewhere, *
* people would come from everywhere to *
* marvel at it. People would walk around it, *
* marveling at its big pools of water, its little pools *
* and the water flowing between the pools. People would *
* marvel at the bumps on it, and the holes in it, and they *
* would marvel at the very thin layer of gas surrounding it and *
* the water suspended in the gas. The people would marvel at *
* all the creatures walking around the surface of the ball, and *
* at the creatures in the water. The people would declare it *
* precious because it was the only one, and they would protect *
* it so that it would never be hurt. The ball would be the *
* greatest wonder known, and people would come to behold *
* it, to be healed, to gain knowledge, to know beauty *
* and to wonder how it could be. People would love *
* it, and defend it with their lives, because *
* they would somehow know that their *
* lives, their own roundness, could be *
* nothing without it. If the Earth *
* were only a few feet in *
* diameter.*

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:: Saturday, April 22, 2006

Reprise repeated


I sort of fixed it. The snotty XP install I mean. I uninstalled and reinstalled all the chipset drivers, including the graphics ones even though no hardware issues were reporting and now, while I wouldn't say it was rapid, it is a lot better.

So we're back to the shitty motherboard again...

I should have kept the new kids box for me and given them this - H moans about the speed anyway, no matter how fast her gear is. I was thinking tonight that I might set up the now redundant PII 266 box as a linux fileserver under my desk. A big hard drive in there would save shitloads of space on the desktops and set up the PII 300 box as a small games machine on Windows 98. That would make 6 PCs on the network.

Slap me, I'm getting enthusiastic and I still have 2 spare ports on the hub AND there's another redundant PII 266 box sitting in the front office... TWO fileservers, maybe?

Nah, that would be silly, then I'd need a switchbox for the monitors.








I wonder what a switchbox costs these days...?






:: Friday, April 21, 2006

Rebuild reprised


I bit the bullet today and rebuilt my PC. Eight hours plus of installing and configuring and backup image making and I am now on XP - and disliking every minute of it. I dunno whether it's Ol' Shitbox's dodgy motherboard to blame or simply the onboard video sharing RAM, but it runs like a really slow-running thing despite theoretically having more than enough grunt to cope. And that's just browsing the web.

It's real purty, just the same - so clean and uncluttered...



Bet that won't last long; either I'll fill it up with crap again or I'll get sick of waiting for it to do shit and go back to W2K, which may be the slowest Windows OS to boot up but it doesn't come to a crashing halt because it has to share 32 meg of it's 512 RAM with the video card when it's set to 32bit colour.

Unlike XP.






:: Thursday, April 20, 2006

Lunatics


Oh look, according to the moon phase thing somewhere over there and now permanently down there the moon is gibbous.



gib·bous
adj.

1.
a. Characterised by convexity; protuberant.
b. More than half but less than fully illuminated. Used of the moon or a planet.
2. Having a hump; humpbacked.

Cool word, that. Almost as cool as segue.

And speaking of Segway...



One of these with a raised seat would be great in the kitchen.

You know I only love it for the accessories, don't you?






:: Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Build and rebuild


On Friday and Saturday I built Flattie's new PC (one of the two Compaqs I bought last week). On Monday and Tuesday I built the kids new PC (the other Compaq). I spent all day today rebuilding the kids old PC for Reg and tomorrow Reg's old PC gets a rebuild for Joan to use. Joan's old PC does NOT get a rebuild, it gets hidden deep in a cupboard somewhere out of site because it's a crappy old Dell and runs like a dripping tap. If I can stand the size of the job, next week I might rebuild mine. I've been putting it off because, with over 70 pieces of software to reload, it's not the sort of thing one does because they are bored.

Despite spending so much time looking at a monitor, Adam and I sat up last night until 1am (and Level 12) playing this Escape Game.

You can play it too, if you are bored.

In other news, some cretinous old shart hassled the kids as they were getting out of the car at the supermarket the other night because we were parked in a disability carpark space. Of course, that's why I've had a disability card for the past 4.5 years, so that I can park there if I need to. But the stupid old prick (who Ad's said had a bandage on his leg) didn't hang around to see who got out, or whether there was indeed a card, or in fact anything at all, he fucked off in a hurry preferring to just harrass a couple of kids instead ("who's disabled them, hmm?" "Mum is" "yeah, I bet" said in THAT tone) as he vanished into the darkness of the carpark. I suggested to the kids that they go after him and tell him "Mum sez you're a fuckwit and is happy to make your good leg match the other one for free" but they chickened out. Well, it WAS dark, I suppose...

I figure they could have outrun some grumpy codger with a gammy leg easy enough, if he took exception.






:: Saturday, April 15, 2006

Lastly,


this site says it all.

I may as well go to bed.






:: Friday, April 14, 2006

Is it a word, is it a play


... no it's schadenfreude, the taking of pleasure in the misfortune of others.

So, if applied to oneself, would one not always be endlessly happy at their own misfortune? That would be so fucked up.

We are off to Thames later on for some R&R; that stands for something but I'm too trashed to think what. I think it involves bobbing around in a boat, for the kids and building a system, for me.


Shit I'm tired after moving all that carpet.






:: Thursday, April 13, 2006

Round up


Gosh what a busy week!

Adam has been having more headaches and migraines and too much time off school because of it; Heather had a sore tummy and had to come home from school; last week I said to Reg that we needed to move the slab of concrete off the driveway before I ripped my tyre open on it and on Tuesday that's exactly what I did; yesterday I took the car to get a new tyre fitted and bought two of these



for $325 each, one for Flatty and one for the kids, and in the afternoon found out that my washing machine doesn't go no more.

Today the washing machine man told me that the washing machine has blown it's lil computer chip power supply thingy and it's $140 to fix and a huge lot of very nice used carpet arrived in the driveway which means we can finally recarpet the last of the yucky stuff left over from when the house was built 17 years ago and Heather can finally have some in her bedroom (when the judderbar/flood control gets built across the driveway).

I don't actually recall complaining that I was bored...

Speaking of yucky stuff, some idiot left a comment on my blog which I am not going to publish (because it has their links in it) but will quote. Now those of you who know me or read this often know I can't stand spam - emails, comments, duzn't matter, I hate it all. This is his spammers comment:

"New Zealand website design services. Try christchurch web design* We have fantastic prices for custom design and web hosting. Compare our prices to our competition. Get professional feature packed hosting from $bullshit a month. If you need a south island web design company* contact us. We can optimize your website so you receive more people who are interested in what your selling or what your website is about. Imagion for a second you have a blog subject or website related to the New Zealand Rugby World Cup 2011*. We can send you people who would join your blog or website to talk about that same subject*. For example this phrase is typed into search engines by people everyday bank of new zealand. What search terms or phrases are people using to find your products or services. Is your site optimized with the right keywords. We have lots more information on our website, so come check us out at christchurch web design*. Handy Link Travel to New Zealand, Looking for New Zealand accommodation? Here are two great handy links christchurch new zealand accommodation* new zealand accommodation queenstown*."
[* = link removed]

I sent him a little bollocking courtesy of his own link, too. I bet this fucking idiot wouldn't stand inside PaknSave and advertise Foodtown, so why does he come and advertise his bullshit site on another web designer's blog? I know! It's cos he's a TWAT, which makes this lil quote as relevant as anything he would have commented on here:

Your dirty name gets passed about when something goes amiss.
Your attitudes are platitudes,
just make me wanna piss.

What kind of creature bore you
Was is some kind of bat
They can’t find a good word for you,
but I can...
TWAT.


PS Mr Vermin Spammer, your spelling and grammar sux, too (hope you do better on the sites your poor clients pay for) and your spamming puts you in the "unethical and unprofessional business and your company and services should be avoided at all costs" category, but you can keep Colin company while your there.

As the Daleks would say "exterminate, exterminate". Have a nice day.






:: Saturday, April 08, 2006

Saturday Night Satan


Satan's Spawn #2 has been hassling for to have his hair cut for the past week. Every time he has brought it up I've said that I don't want to do it. Tonight he started again and I told him the clippers are getting sad and don't work properly and I'm not dicking around with it. Nag nag, whinge whine.

So I gave in.

I trimmed it all over and he bitched that it was still way too long. I said I didn't want to do any more and fuck it up but he insisted that it had to be wayyyy shorter than it was. So I said "you want short, I'll give ya bloody short" and I started in with the #1 comb. It was going good; I had 2/3 of the back done when the clippers stopped clipping. And didn't start again. Well, you should have heard him (and seen him) bitching and moaning at how awful it looked and there was no way he was going to school looking like that and why don't I just use scissors and a comb ("so you know where my scissors are then? And a comb?" "No." "Bugger huh.")

In the end after a lot of screaming and yelling, which he joined in, I went to the Red Shed and bought some new clippers. Now he's a #1 (or is that a # 0.75) all over and sounds like a crappy Macca's advert strutting around saying "I'm loving it".

He knows better than to say he doesn't love it. Now I should go and find something decent to wear in case Murray remembers we have a coffee date tomorrow morning.

You never know your luck.






:: Friday, April 07, 2006

Historical


During WWII, the Japanese had themselves a plan to dominate the Pacific. To this end, they waged war in many places and scouted many more.

In early 1942, they made a stop in New Zealand waters at Mayor Island, in the Bay of Plenty. Some of the documentation says:

"...There is no evidence that the aircraft was seen or heard, but submarine sightingsa were reported about that time from the Bay of Plenty. The master of the fishing boat Waimana said that at 9.30 p.m. on 13 March, about 15 miles to the westward of Cape Runaway, he sighted a strange craft which looked to be very low in the water. When she arrived at Mayor Island next morning, the Waimana was boarded by a man who was quite positive that he had seen a submarine off the island. He described it as being painted dark grey and carrying a large gun. A third report was made by a fisherman working out of Tauranga that at 6.15 a.m. on 13 March he sighted a vessel, the description of which tallied closely with the Mayor Island sighting. It was considered probable that these sightings were of HMS Viti which was crossing the Bay of Plenty at the time on passage from Wellington to Auckland. When that ship arrived at Auckland, however, she reported having picked up a distinct hydrophone effect at 9.30 p.m. on 13 March, the indication being lost astern fifteen minutes later. A fishing vessel was sighted about that time."

A short time after the sub and aircraft sightings, some Tauranga locals visited Mayor Island and found the remains of a camp there along with 3 huge shells that had once been home to shellfish carried by the Japanese subs as a food source.

This is one of those 3 shells

...loading

It's Cassis cornuta, a shellfish that grows in the Pacific/Indian Ocean areas and this one now lives in the lounge upstairs. As you can see, it's looking a bit manky now which is to be expected from 60 odd years of knocking around, it has burn marks on the bottom where it was placed in the fire to cook; it carries the dirt of sheds and the bumps and bruises from growing kids (us), general daily life and moving house on quite a few occasions. As Cassis cornuta goes, this is not the biggest at 12 inches high and 11 inches across, they do grow up to 16inches.

Somewhere in the filing cabinet upstairs is some documentation about this visit by the Japanese and when I find it, I'll scan it and put it up here if it's any good. Until then you'll just have to do what we do; look at the big shell and think "that's a big feed of sushi".






:: Thursday, April 06, 2006

Rite of way


Today Heather exercised her right to apply for, sit the test and receive her learner's permit. Yes, the roads will no longer be as safe as they were, there will be one more attitude-laden teenager out there learning to drive.

Her grandfather exercised his right to open his wallet and pay for it as a slightly belated 15th birthday present.

I guess having the knowledge and services of one still current and one ex driving instructor in the immediate family might cancel out the abyssmal lessons in "How Not To Drive A Car" that her father has spent his life teaching the kids whenever a vehicle was involved, but I'm still not convinced she should go anywhere near the driver's seat in my car - in case she does to mine what I did to Reg's at the same age.

*shudder*

I'm too old, young tired for this shit.






:: Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Blogging for dummies


It might be nice to be able to say that the introduction of the blog as a universal communication tool had liberated people to fully (and anonymously) express themselves to the masses. It might also be nice to say that the concept had allowed people a freedom of speech in cyberspace that their own country's laws forbade at home.

Both statements would be erroneous.

Since the first erect hominid accidentally scratched some recognisably legible marks on a rock wall and rubbed charcoal and ochre into them, Man has been leaving messages for others to read and hopefully understand - the original graffiti artist. The advent of cyberspace as an everyday activity for anyone who wishes has not changed the fact that, whilst you may publish your thoughts on a server situated in Timbuktoo, the connection you used to get it there is located in your home. And it's the connection that ties you to the words you publish, as David Farrar explained on TV.

Which is a bit of a bugger for those who ignored the name suppression orders and went ahead providing images and text from The Pamphlet yesterday. Cos now some of them might well be in the crap, like the woman in the post below whose pseudonym I mentioned and very deliberately did not link to.

Even message boards are being targetted by those who might well have a nice, shiny axe to grind when the round-up of lawbreakers starts, hence this posted on the Trade Me announcements page today:

Site Announcements
4 April - Suppression Orders
If you haven't picked up on it yet, we have been asked to remove postings which violate the suppression orders relating to the Louise Nicholas case. The courts and the police have asked us to remove and archive any threads containing potential breaches. To save us a lot of time, and yourself a lot of potential hassle we ask that you quit posting suppressed information on Trade Me.

Members posting messages on this topic may have their message board privileges permanently suspended.


Suspension of message board posting privileges might be the least of their worries...

The multitudes of incriminating messages posted and then removed there today would suggest that those doing the watching are not shagging about on this one.

Freedom of speech is a very subjective thing, isn't it? What is right depends entirely on which side of the fence you're on.

In the mean time, my blog had a very busy day.

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:: Monday, April 03, 2006

Stainless steel ones


A bunch of chicks got together in central Wellington today and had themselves a right good ol' time handing out 1600 odd pamphlets proclaiming That-Which-Must-Not-Be-Proclaimed to the plentiful pedestrian multitudes.

There's even a pic of it on a blog I was just reading, some chick called passivesuicide over at livejournal.com

Sorry, she might have balls of steel, but she's been nobbled/seen the error of her ways now.

But at least it's not much of a secret any more. Funny, that.






:: Saturday, April 01, 2006

We won't be fooled again


It's April Fools Day again. You know what that means, hmmm?

Once more our local rag has their annual pisstake in print, but this year isn't as good as previous ones. This time it involves sheep, not a lot of sheep, but enough.

So here it is for posterity:
"Satellite keeps an eye on Mauao's sheep

01.04.2006
By Rachel Tiffen

Sheep on Mauao are being kept at bay using a $2.3 million GPS tracking system and space satellite - linked back to the park ranger's office.

The hi-tech system has been on trial since last May's devastating floods when significant repair work on the Mount severely disrupted sheep grazing patterns.

Park ranger Glenn Ayo said the 300-strong flock started showing classic signs of "loco-sporadica dementia" - a condition usually suffered by mammals weaned off their mothers too soon.

He said some distressed sheep had attempted to jump or bunt their way through boundary fences and others were unnaturally aggressive.

Mr Ayo received numerous complaints and inquiries from members of the public, as did the Tauranga City Council.

"We were getting four or five calls a week, and that's just here at the park ranger's office. We had to do something about it," he told the Bay of Plenty Times.

So Mr Ayo got in touch with Professor Ewan Lyne from Kansas State University in Manhattan, who had spent three weeks in the Mount in 2003.

The Associate Professor of Animal Husbandry had suggested the hi-tech tracking system back then.

Mr Ayo scoffed at the idea at the time.

"I didn't see the point in pursuing something that at the time seemed quite flawed. We didn't want to waste ratepayers money ."

But after dozens of complaints and one nasty incident involving a jogger being bunted off her feet and suffering a fractured wrist, Mr Ayo decided to take action.

The plan was raised in a confidential city council meeting, unanimously passed, and fast-tracked past the 10 Year Plan process.

It was agreed that the annual project cost of $230,000 was justifiable, when considering the consequential reduction in public anxiety and benefits to the sheep. Tauranga mayor Stuart Crosby was thrilled with the scheme.

"Sheep are an integral part of the Western Bay and must be treated with respect. Our Aussie neighbours make jokes about them and we all like a laugh now and then, but sheep are who we are."

Mr Ayo and council staff set about attaching GPS ear tags to the entire flock. The 10 cent coin-sized devices are worth $26 each and emit a signal to a satellite in space. This bounces back to Mr Ayo's computer screen in his office at the foot of the Mount.

"When a sheep wanders off-track or displays erratic behaviour, an automatic message pops up on my screen and I know to go suss it out," he explained.

At the same time a "remotely calibrating", or calming, vibration is felt by the sheep. This puts the distressed mammal at ease and allows Mr Ayo time to get to the specific location. The radical new scheme has been kept under wraps until now, so the council could gauge its success. The council assured residents the tagging procedure was safe and the sheep were not harmed."




In other news, Trade Me, which accounts for 60% of the total NZ internet traffic and which recently sold for a mere 700 million dollars to the Aussies kicked in with a new advertising campaign as the clock rolled over into April 1st. TM prides itself on having a membership of over a million people. In actual fact, it really has nowhere near that number of users, just user accounts because there is a significant number of duplicate, triplicate, quadruplicate accounts (norty people), so their numbers aren't as flash as they might lead you to believe (although I guess Fairfax didn't care too much when the chequebook came out). But even taking that into account, there are still loads of people use the site and a goodly percentage of those use the community message boards. And, just like in all walks of life, some are really smart, some are of average intelligence and lots and lots are really, really dumb. Today the dummies really showed their true intelligence over a little thing like an advertisement for sorted.org.nz featuring a fictional family and their hypothetical financial worries.



It's linked to a blog, theoretically being written by this fictional woman called "Steph". Now, what seems to have really got people's backs up was the inclusion of this graphic on every page of the message board. It's very prominently displayed, and going by the filename only the opening shot of this 8 week quest to get TMers to participate in this fictional life and offer feedback to Steph on how to manage their single income of only $68K.

Well, they certainly did that today with people abusing Steph for her situation, her appearance and her appearance on the message board, both on the message board itself, and on the blog.

Sorted.org and Trade Me have supplied the people with the perfect outlet to show off their utter imbecility and the people have accepted with open arms cos, it seems hardly anyone can come to grips with the fact that "Steph" isn't real and neither is her hubby, her baby or her mortgage or income.

That's what the words "hypothetical" and "fictional" mean, unless you are a screamingly cretinous piece of snails dung. Then, they become real.

And now the whole world can laugh at how stupid upper, middle and lower class NZers really are. It's not just the sheep wot have "loco-sporadica dementia".

Fuck, that's sad.

Thank God we aren't living before 1582, cos back then the foolish time was celebrated for 8 days. Even I couldn't be enthusiastic that long.

PS if only they'd had enough brains to install Firefox and the adblock extension, then they wouldn't have had to see the ad more than once and the whole problem would have just gone away. Of course, then I would have been far more bored than I was with much less to ponder, wonder and throw shit at. I love people-watching so voyeuristically, it almost makes up for not winning the 7 million dollar PowerBall tonight. Sorry Jamie, I think feeding those starving millions might have to wait a bit longer.