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Entries made in March 2004

This page contains all of my entries posted during the month of March 2004.

Writing advice

Posted by Dave on March 29, 2004 at 02:49 AM | Comments (0)

For various reasons which I will not go into at the moment because I don't feel like it, I have the urge to provide wholly unsolicited but practical advice to writers. So here it is. Why should you as a writer listen to my advice? No reason except that I published two books last year, will publish two books this year and am likely to publish another couple of books next year, and aside from that I make a whole lot of money doing what I do. On the other hand, I am also famously a cranky blowhard who readily admits to having his head up his ass a lot of the time. So take it or leave it.

Even More Long-Winded (But Practical) Writing Advice, from John Scalzi.

Practical design is a pain in the ass

Posted by Dave on March 26, 2004 at 01:05 AM | Comments (2)

There is no denying it... practical design is a pain in the ass. You want your design to be perfect, but the perfect design is the least of your problems. The client wants the site finished by a certain date, and even if they don't, there are other things to worry about. Is there enough cash coming in to make the business viable? Could your time be best spent on other jobs?

I'm glad I'm involved with the redesign of Boards. If anything, it's a nice leisure activity. I get to do all of the things I would like to do for a commercial web site, but without the pressures I've mentioned constantly grabbing my attention. I really wish I could be doing this with a commercial project, but to make it viable I'd need to charge at least double what I'm charging at the moment.

Speaking of which, the number of volunteers for the BERTs is over 160. Now I need to figure out a nice way for dozens of people to take BERTs as reliably as possible over the web.

Dude. Surf's up, dude.

Overwhelming response

Posted by Dave on March 24, 2004 at 12:33 AM | Comments (0)

On Saturday, Dan King (aka Regi) posted an announcement on Boards that said the redesign team needed some help.

I'm the leader of the redesign team. I wanted to do some bipolar emotional response testing on users of Boards to identify the brand of the site. I wrote a document explaining my purposes. So far, we have over ninety people volunteered; and that's not counting the thirty-five that couldn't send me a private message because my inbox was jammed.

The response has been overwhelming. Thanks to everyone who's volunteered; I should have some more information for you by the end of the week.

Amazing great links

Posted by Dave on March 24, 2004 at 12:18 AM | Comments (0)

My blog habit has cropped up some great links recently:

I got a link to Wreckingmebuzz.com via email today. A fantastic name, but not as good as my new domain name. I'm think of making "ihavetheanthrax -at- theviruslab.com" my new personal email address.


Posted by Dave on March 22, 2004 at 04:02 PM | Comments (1)

About two weeks ago Paul and I headed out to a client to discuss their new website. Paul took some pictures of their facilities for their website. He had loads of film left, so it was out the back garden to snap some shots of me for this site. This is me:

A photograph of myself
Continue reading "Snaps"

Best book cover ever

Posted by Dave on March 17, 2004 at 05:21 PM | Comments (0)
The cover of The ParentTalk Guide to Your Child and Sex

In my church, we have a bookshop. Some of the books make bizarre theological claims or goals, such as "Pokemon are stealing the souls of our children", or the good old "Let's accelerate the second coming!".

But sometimes I'll come across gems like this. I don't know if the copy is any good, but the cover is freakin' brilliant. The expression on the little girl's face is priceless.

In other news, I'm now officially on the sound team for church. That means I get to sit down at the back and twiddle with a 28 channel mixer. And Jay Wilson's "The Daniel Song", which we recorded during the gap between services last Sunday, sounds fantastic.

I hate pigeons

Posted by Dave on March 09, 2004 at 10:24 PM | Comments (25)
A group of pigeons on the pavement

You heard me. Those filthy grey feathered flying rats. Half of them have club feet because of pigeon leprosy, and all of them are out to get me.

This probably seems paranoid to you. "O", you laugh, "that pigeons are one nuisance of a pest is no excuse for paranoid delusions!" And you'd be right; that is no cause for suspicion of some sort of pigeon conspiracy. What is a reason is the amount of times that I have been cornered, chased and buzzed by pigeons. Just today one came within inches of my head. And that is nothing to the insult that is having stinking pigeon pooh launched into your face.

I will walk down the street, and several pigeons will converge on my position, walling me in until there is no escape. These are the only creatures I can say I would be happy to burn alive (preferably by shooting one of those flaming arrows into them).

So much do I hate them, that I have taken a cue from McDonalds and made a little jingle. It's called Pigeons, and is in my best skanger accent.

UNIX-based Apple OS, in 1988

Posted by Dave on March 06, 2004 at 09:47 PM | Comments (1)

Via Jeff Veen, A History of Apple's Operating Systems. A/UX is very interesting.

Where are all the dirty minded Christian women?

Posted by Dave on March 05, 2004 at 02:19 AM | Comments (4)

My friend Conall and I have a problem. We are both Christians who are extremely dirty minded, and who enjoy the company of women with a similar interest in sex and sexuality. Unfortunately, these women seem to be few and far between in Christian circles; at least those who are openly so, and if they are not openly so then we can't have a conversation with them on the topic, can we?

This picture is of a straight line

I have an incredibly dirty mind. Take the image attached to this entry. Most people would probably see a two-pixel black line on a white background. When I see this picture, it triggers the same things in my mind as the word vulva. This is only the start of it.

To be honest I reckon a lot of female Christians do have dirty minds, but feel that it's somehow wrong to be interested in sex (or at least express that opinion in public). There's a strange set of taboos hanging around, masquerading as "Christian ideals" when in fact they are either neither Christian or non-Christian, or completely unbiblical.

There is something appealing about a woman who can flirt back, even if it is just for the laugh. So, primarily because of this, Conall and I seem to be mainly attracted to non-Christian women, but we're:

  1. Wanting to have sex at some point in our lives
  2. Not supposed to have sex before marriage
  3. We're not supposed to marry non-Christian women

So, where are all the dirty-minded Christian women at? They have to be hiding somewhere. Is there some uber-cool liberal church somewhere around Dublin?

And to Conall: there's your long requested mention. It's a pity it couldn't have been in relation to the website I'm designing for your racing team.

It's time to drop an E

Posted by Dave on March 05, 2004 at 12:28 AM | Comments (0)

The character formerly known as Darren Greene is now known as Darren Green. This minor change in spelling was forced upon me by the unfortunate mental associations I make with his last name.

It's also a great excuse for this title.

We had to move office yesterday

Posted by Dave on March 02, 2004 at 01:07 PM | Comments (0)

We only had our old (and free) office for a short time, and that time came to an end yesterday. Somehow we managed to cram all the office equipment into Paul's Peugeot 306. This included the following:

  • Six PC's
  • Two nineteen inch Sony Trinitron monitors
  • One networked HP Laserjet printer
  • Scanner
  • Creative Labs speaker system
  • Lots of boxes of crap
  • 50 DVD+R's, tons of CDs, various cables, keyboards, mice, joystick...
The car was absolutely jammers
Paul in his car. Check out the back wheel.
Continue reading "We had to move office yesterday"

My life is full of bizarre events, part one

Posted by Dave on March 01, 2004 at 01:55 AM | Comments (3)

Strange things happen to me at an alarming frequency. For part one of this series, I'll be focusing on bizarre attacks.

To the extent that I can understand random violence, I can understand violence with a point. If a person wanted to take my wallet or bag, and they attacked me to get it, I can understand. The violence is a means to an end, not an end in and of itself.

I'm grateful that this has never happened to me, but what has happened is really quite odd. I seem to attract random, pointless agression.

I really am not looking for sympathy. To be perfectly honest, I'm far more puzzled than hurt. I'll recount some of the stranger ones:

  1. In primary school, I was an odd child. I was really into dinosaurs, but this stopped at the age of eleven. What is really strange is that for the entirety of last year some nineteen year olds were shouting "I know more about dinosaurs than you do" at me as an insult. I'm 21. WTF?
  2. While boarding a bus in Maynooth, I felt someone kick me in the ass. I turned round to see an angry guy yelling "Faggot!" at me. I'd never seen the guy in my life. We stared at each other for a couple of seconds, then he walked off. WTF?
  3. While waiting for a bus in Maynooth a crowd of people show up. It later turned out they were keeping a female friend of theirs company as she waited for the bus. I didn't pay them much heed, but as they were talking pretty loudly I couldn't help overhearing them talk graphically about how I would rape her if they weren't there. WTF?
  4. I've had eggs thrown at me from a speeding car ( I'm glad they had terrible aim ). WTF?
  5. Tonight, from a speeding red van, a man shouted abuse at me as he turned a corner. He called me either a plank or a wanker. Never seen him before tonight. WTF?

Next in the series, the hilarious two reasons I've never had a girlfriend (and not for lack of trying).

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