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!
It’s the logical evolution of the piracy warning. Posted by someone to YouTube. In a blatent and shameless violation* of copyright.
From the start of The IT Crowd, season 2, episode 3.
*Though, given that it’s a clip, arguably for the purposes of review and comment, it could considered exempt under the ‘fair dealing’ exceptions. Not like you really care.
I long ago stopped being excited that people were trying to spam this website (on the basis that it meant that somebody was paying attention to it), and nowadays it just annoys me. However, once in a while I receive a gem. This is such a gem:
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I think you will agree that it is less a work of spam; more a work of art. It’s a Finnegan’s Wake for the electronic generation (albeit shorter).
I have of course neutered the links, but I think you will agree that the raw potency of the language stands alone, a testament to dogged determination, Genuine College Degrees and impotence medication; a sign that Man’s need to market will always win out over technology, functional illiteracy and, let’s face it, manners.
I am, and remain, in awe.
* Delayte my potent spam filter? Not on your Nelly.
Or: What I Did on My Holidays.
My previous home networking setup consisted of a routing firewall, a main file server, and a DMZ’d web server machine (which I’d recently replaced)—and a desktop machine.
I’ve spent the last week, for no very good reason, ripping out most of these physical servers and replacing them with virtual servers running under the Xen virtual machine monitor on my main server.
Much of this time was spent pulling my hair out and struggling over various configuration issues, so I’ve made some notes here about the process I went through, and how to avoid making the same mistakes again.
Apparently Princess Diana went weak at the knees and wet in the pants when she first met David Hasslehoff—and who can blame her?
“Did sparks fly when Diana met Hasselhoff?”, Daily Mail, 13 September 2006
I can do naught but admire both his rugged good looks, but also his increadible restraint.
The painful thing is, I can see the whole scene play out in my mind’s eye, like some kind of mash-up 1980s montage: the People’s Princess and Michael Knight, together, for one terrible, wonderful, forbidden night of increadibly kitchy love.
There would have been leopard-print bedspreads and Gucci handbags. His magnificent chest-hair would have glistened under the paperazzi flashbulbs as she giggled and blushed her way to climax.
Ah! What might have been!