At the start of this week I went back to work full time. I’ve recently been on a 9-month half-sabbatical (day-job 2 days; own project 3 days) to develop a software idea of my own. I’ve been working on a new, better, spreadsheet application.
This is the story of how I got on.
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Well, there you go. Just noticed that the last blog post I posted was posted more or less 10 years since I blogged my first blog post. Way back in 1997. That’s ten whole years of posting shite on the Internet. I would do more of it, you know, but really, I don’t know where the time goes.
Yay. Go, distributed citizen-journalism!
Yeah, the wee server which was running dysphoria.net finally gave up the ghost at the very end of January (it was an ancient, recycled desktop machine and the disk—and probably most of the rest of it—was a bit dodgy) and I only got around to setting up its replacement tonight.
The replacement is a tiny, silent home server, about the size of a hard disk. I’m wondering if it’s up to the task now, since it doesn’t seem to be the fastest thing in the universe.
Anyway, I’m blogging again, and for that you can be thankful. Or whatever.
Shameless, that’s what I am, shameless.
A Funny Thing Happened on The Way to The Forum opens on Tuesday 13 June at The Citizens’ Theatre, Glasgow. It’s spectacularly funny and you should buy a ticket this instant.
Think of it as a proto-Carry-on-Up-Pompeii… It literally was the prototype for Up Pompeii, and starred Frankie Howerd in the London stage version. Ooh Missus.
It’s wall-to-wall with high-camp and low comedy. Features a script by M*A*S*H writer Larry Gelbart (and Bert Shevlove, who didn’t write for M*A*S*H but evidently was still very funny), and some surprisingly catchy songs by the generally-dissonant Stephen Sondheim.
And, well missus, you don’t get many of them to the pound.
There’s a frankly ridiculous plot: the slave, Pseudolus who wants his freedom; the lovers, Hero and Philia, who want each other; the great general, Miles Gloriosus, who wants Philia too; Domina, Hero’s mother, who likes the look of Miles; Senex, Hero’s father, who is generally trying to escape from Domina. Missing virgins, confused potions, cunning disguises, mistakes, fakes, rhymes, crimes… Comedy ensues, generally.
In case that doesn’t ding your dong: the cast is very talented and I’m assistant directing (which generally involves trying to sneak as many cheap gags past the proper director as possible).
You’ll titter, I promise. Ooh, yes madam, titter you will!
Alright, please yourselves.
I think dysphoria.net has really hit the big-time now!
I just had to delete 17 spam comments, advertising ‘Phentermine’ (a diet pill similar to amphetamine, apparently) and gay sex (when two chaps of the same gender shag, apparently).
So that must mean that somebody is reading me!
(Oh, and one comment from Mr 1, daring to disagree with my opinions concerning the Co-op’s cheese-of-the-gods Wensleydale with Cranberries.) (I didn’t delete it though, 1.)