A colleague had a lyric quiz the other day. Unfortunately, someone recognised a short excerpt from ‘Tiger Feet’ by Mud, and now i have the chorus stuck in my head. (Please make the bad thoughts go away).
This does however remind me of the daft dance they did on Top Of The Pops (I’m old enough to remember). I’d love a dowloadable video clip if anyone can find one, though I think I’ll turn the sound off :-/

‘Lucky that my breasts are small and humble, so you don’t confuse them with mountains’

I’ve been listening to Shakira. I like the record ‘Whenever, Wherever’, despite not being a fan of pop music as a rule, but I can’t help thinking something got lost in translastion.

[shame]What really gets me is I’ve just admitted to liking a Shakira record .{/shame]

What on earth happens here in the UK at the slightest sign of a flake of snow?
We’ve had a slight snowfall today: About 1.5 inches or so, and it’s been cold. Not proper cold though. Just what we soft English townie nancy-boys call cold- say -2 or -3 degrees centigrade.
Chaos ensues. I get off quite lightly- It takes me about twice as long as usual to get home. My dear better half fares less well though. Her usual 25min journey becomes 2.25 hours. Thats 7 miles on main road in the West Midlands urban area, not 150 miles in the Scottish highlands.
The people of Finland will be laughing their various sexual organs off. As will, in fact, a lot of the world.
Someone please explain it.
I’ve been to Chicago in December- about -19 degrees C, and a good foot of snow. EVERYTHING KEEPS GOING!!!!!. Why do we cope so badly?

I notice that there’s yet another windows worm doing the rounds. This one isn’t that clever, but then again, neither are the people that have opened it.
I’ve seen an example : to get infected you had to open a suspicious-looking email from someone, open the zip attached to it, and then open the (executable) file included. the other way it spreads is through the kazaa piracy P2P network.
Once again, this worm only spreads vai email if you use one of Microsoft’s hopeless email clients.
Full details here.
The only thing is, this worm has a redeeming feature in that it does a denial-of-service attack on SCO’s website. :-).

I’ve just read in that paradigm of journalism, the Mirror, that a Glock fully-auto pistol has been siezed in the UK. This gun shoots bullets at some phenomenal rate.
A Police spokesman was quoted as saying it was like ‘turning on a high-pressure hose’.
Wow.
I’d hate to be nearby when he washes his car.

While settling down in my metaphorical glass house tonight, I came across Chris Lightfoot’s pages on the web. Chris has written a really cool piece of software called driftnet, which I can’t help but think might be entertaining on the piece of ethernet leaving a typical public computer facility, say with something subtle like a 42″ plasma screen ;-).
He’s also listed some great web design tips that a suprising amount of people seem to have followed.
Like I’m in any place to throw stones, given my crappy web ‘design’ and default CSS for this blog.

I think BY had a glitch early today. piglet.no-ip.org was unreachable for most of today.

Spent some of yesterday Geocaching. It’s basically a kind of treasure hunt, but you use a bit of geeky technology- a GPS receiver. Basically you use the GPS to get within feet of the ‘treasure’ (the Geocache), and then try to find it and log your find. The site has more details, if poking around in hedges staring at something that resembles a mobile phone seems like fun to you ;-).

I’ve just spent a good 2 hours updating a fresh WinXP installation with the 64Mbytes (yes, that IS 64,000,000 bytes)* of security updates, installing a decent mail client, and turning off all the teletubbie-like tat that comes by default.
How can a relatively new OS need that much fixing (and SIX reboots) to get into a decent state?
How do they expect the poor people on dial-up to cope?

*OK, it isn’t. But if you said that to yourself, you should get a life.

We had a fairly major house tidying session yesteray (and not before time!). Anyway, part of my contribution was to take our bottle mountain, and some other rubbish to the tip waste managment centre. It’s a couple of miles away.
On the way there I realised how soft and weak I was taking my stuff in the car.
About 3/4 of a mile away from the tip, I nearly mowed down passed a bloke pushing a sack truck in the road, carrying a cooker and a large colour TV. A short while later, he appeared at the tip. That’s what I call making an effort. Some people can’t be bothered to drive to the tip, and drive to the nearest lane instead.