don't know if you find this but its always when I'm stupidly busy that there are decent clouds around. I mean, not those clouds which are made up of lots of blade servers and apis or a sound mass consisting of statistical clouds of microsounds and characterized first by the set of elements used in the texture, secondly density, including rhythmic and pitch density or even minor inclusions clustered within a diamond but a visible mass of condensed droplets or frozen crystals floating in the atmosphere above the surface of the earth or another planetary body, remember those? the white fluffy ones? this morning we packed 40 days and 40 nightSAH into about 2 hours and as the tide rose against the window to the cellar and drips perferated the skylight there was the distinct possibility that we would all be submerged as the drains of belezebub preceeded to spew themselves up but as soon as it came it went and now we're left with billions of tiny white clouds the size of my hand blowing madly about the sky some you can touch and some you have to focus on infinity but its almost perfect to spend an afternoon walking around aimlessly with a dslr pointing it at the sky and tripping over emos.

so naturally that coincides with me having too much work to do so I'm not leaving the office until its done which will be friday so as a petulant virtual foot-stamp of annoyance I'm writing about it in a blog nobody will read and it won't even make me feel better about it so there. AND there's lots of deranged people staggering about. dammit.

thaas loomoo 179 by timcaynes

its not ok. protect yourself immediately from the tiny chuffs of deliverance by really doing something rather than just shoving a hollow cracked-up billboard of self experience. you know it might mean something to you but really we're not convinced that you've even moved your chair in the last 2 years so it goodbye from me and its goodbye from him and high on mumble its a tedious extraction of all that is ping. next to you waste your notes on pie and mashchester soap features remember the singer that looks like dave and find that they're actually living in the same tiny bucket. what else might you need. it'll blow over at random. by 1 o'clock I'll be melting lard into a ferret.

I would though.

for 39 seconds the percentage increase on the download status bar of AIM 6.1 was exactly in sync with the beat of viridis quo from the discovery album which might not sound that thrilling but I can tell at 14:17 on a thursday afternoon when the sun has come out at last and I have 4 hours of prototyping to get done thats about as good as it gets unless you count finding a scrobbler for napster which means my charts that noone has the slightest interest in will be most current thankyou and another 30 minutes can pass as a benevolent stoner pushes the last baby dog into the trees

eeuw. short circuit. brings me the head of john the flatfish and I'll slap the box with a flappy invitation to climb a pole.

montrose 6 by timcaynes

I was going to email it but there's not nearly so much fun to be had watching the green bar of probability escalate towards zero as chunderbird attempts to throw the packets to the edge and back again while my system freezes in horror at the very thought of it. then again I might even have made a cup of tea or something not being connected to a third party during the exchange which would have meant me dragging myself from my screen which gives me the shivers at the very thought of it away from my screen indeed where would I go.

at which point I'm reminded that I look like a scarecrow.

there is a half man half biscuit facebook application

that is all

ouch. nothing but trouble overly expensive worked for a bit not worth the money xfx 7900gt is finally flashing at me as I try and shift a pixel to the left. its been underclocked for about a year and most acceleration is already turned off so when I get that speckledy vomit dotted around my flat panel which you can actually draw patterns with if you hoik a window around then I know there's not much life left in the wafers of core memory that have been dropping stuff for months like old shopping bags coming out of bejams. mind you they're so cheap to replace these days. what I paid 250 notes for a few years ago is now only about 50 quid and I can uberupgrade for about a tun. except I don't have that kind of money floating around these days do I credit crunch monster munch gone for lunch mortgage payment tescos tescos gas fuel lodging water oil air paper rock scissors bp profits 34 million a day hedge fund negative equity recession confession frank spencer impression.

dammit

have you got 1 email address? mwwwuuhahahaahaha. I've got billions. I mean, I've got a few. well, a few hundred. no, they're not used to send out bulk gubbins about 1-armed trouser bankers with real estate erection problem lovely 27 girl you like bulgaria pharmacy emily bronte passage v1agr4 authenticate bank proble you log in here crumpled logo snatch. they're there to stop bulk gubbins about canadian housewares pr0n one-time only special deal business card winner today only personal loan monkey botherer african dirigible implosion banknote fluttering economy bank details please little girl sad story muggings russian syndicate omega chronograph w1n!

since I was a little internet boy all I ever wanted was a domain so I spent all my pocket money on one and immediately blathered loads of meaningless crank to anybody looking for a teasmaid. but, the side-product of being your own domain oligarch is that you can have as many identities as you blummun well like so since day 1 whenever I have entered, registered, purchased, submitted, contributed, discussed, forwarded, passed on, subscribed, or otherwise provided an identity relating to an email address, I've created a unique identity. I mean, I'm still me, but the path to my door is slightly different every time. so, even though they are mostly redundant, one-off, single-use, special offer email addresses, there are a few which map to the identities I use most frequently for things like logging in to blog clients to tell people how clever I am that I have unique identities to log in to blog clients.

the benefit and the point of this is that as soon as a unique address becomes a spam target I have the opportunity to deep-six that address and start over with another, but more interestingly, I get to see exactly which of my accounts are the ones that attract the spam in the first place which raises some interesting questions about how those addresses get passed on, when they're unique to a service, community, business or organization with whom I've registered. some I might expect to get infiltrated via a careless bint on a user-created alias that's left their outlook express client wired into the nigerian backbone. some others just send corporate spam from selected partners and mostly unselected partners who have weaseled their way onto a mailing list they probably bought from a bloke down a back passage. it's the email addresses that don't have any reason to be exposed that are the interesting ones. those ones that I have used to register for a service but that are not made public. in theory, the ones that are between me and a specific company, but are used solely by that company and not shared. I know it's simply not true. and I know which companies have shared it somehow, knowingly or otherwise. and it's not necessarily the companies you might expect. most recently (i.e. today) it was the company I would least expect and like the most that has somehow let my unique email address known only to them to be shared with someone who, via atlanta.com, via phpwebhosting.com, thinks I might have a bank account with Royal Bank of Scotland AND Nat West AND National Westminter AND Abbey AND Barclays AND Yorkshire Bank and need to be aware of a security error that requires me to update my personal details for ALL of them at the same time. I mean, I've seen some convincing spam related to banking before, but this ain't it.

suffice to say, I'll be changing the email address I use with the not-aforementioned organization today, but I know at least hundreds of people who will likely get the exact same spam, but won't know how they got it and won't be able to do anything about it but will soldier on bravely with that and the other 199 spam emails a day they get to their single email address. that's just the way the internets is though hint it.

it's nice when applications update themselves you get that nice feeling that they're being nice to you in such a way that they might need to protect your from a spam king or a 12-year-old in oregon who's trawling IP for a quick hack but when they update themselves in such a way that they don't update themselves because they can't update themselves because something you're doing isn't to their liking but you can't figure out what that is then that's just annoying and leads me to waste my time writing this about it which I never would have done and really don't need to but you know I work from home and I don't think if I interrupt the cake making downstairs to let everyone know I'm in the middle of a thunderbird software update FAIL that they will be particularly interested in why I might want to update a bird.

my fault for not unchecking the box the says 'allow me to update yo ass' but here I am in a FAIL loop that may only stop if I throw something heavy at my computer which began as I was reading mail and google reader at the same time (thunderbird + firefox) which rudely interrupted my perusal of alec's giles coren comment tree which I finished and then agreed to restart. restart now. can't. you've got something running or you're not allowed. I'm allowed dammit. ok, I'll stop firefox I guess you might have dependency on that, ok try again. FAIL. you're running something or you're not allowed. I'm allowed allowed allowed. allowed. I've only got a pesky sun virus scan running now which is an equally annoying 12:00 popup. I guess that might be doing something you don't like. I'll close it, just for you. FAIL FAIL FAIL. you're running something or are not allowed. ALLOWED ALLOWED ALLOWED. ADM1N15R4T0R HaX0R r0X0r 733t d00d. I'm not running anything now. oh, except YOU, software update FAIL who is now in an infinite FAIL loop because I don't have anything to stop running and did I mention I'M ALLOWED. I HAZ PERMISSON.

I'm giving you one last go. thunderbird is installing your updates and will start again in a few minutes. good. FAIL! not good. if you think I'm going to reboot just to fix your problem then you're very wrong. Software Update Failed. DAMMIT. ctrl-alt-del.

travelogue 34 by timcaynes

netbeans netbeans shared library art thou netbeans I'm creating checkpoints upon checkpoints because look out I installed glassfish and liferay and it all works and the last thing I'm about to do is let 6.1 write some files as the aDminIstrAt0r and mess it all up. pointing myself at the faqing help pages is a backwardly compatible but not currently versionable snail trail so whereupon I might want to try htemeliorating some prototyplasmatic category gubbins I'm not about to poke some students with a crystal stick and fail! their portal. should I quiver about the virtual black box and bone kick solaris I may as well get dem linux transplants and be wholly r0x0r engineer espresso cod4 tweetmeister egg man. I could config -s for breakfast once upon a time but knowledge seeps out like manky pears and I'm really only about to squish out the occasional ant -f these days.

way behind on entropy registers right now. 40 quid just to not turn up is too much for my trouser so another year as a haystack and a promise of more of everything packed up and saved until the new year.

I know its in our town. everybody's seen it. except me. and this is becoming a problem. there's only so long I can stand naked in the office window waiting for it to come by. if it doesn't come down my street today, I'll have to take the norse helmet back to the fancy dress shop and take a shower. the full size photo of me that I made with the rasterbator just isn't the same thing. I mean, it might look like me, but I won't, in all honesty, be able to point to it in google maps and say 'look! that's me! yeah, it's a norse helmet!'.

I expect the best I can hope for is that it captures a pavement cyclist as it careens past my gate or someone lobbing an empty bottle of corona into the front garden. maybe there'll be, oh, hang on, is that a black opel? where my helmet? dammit.

omg 1 by timcaynes

my trivial task is to produce a high dynamic range image from a single camera raw file and tone map it or suchlike to see just how ridiculous I can make a car park look even though there might be multiple places I could post it and probably get a number of sword of damocles awards for outstanding friggery. simple enough. except I, not unreasonably, want to use the tools I already have notably a camera a computer and adobe cs3. that's ok, because adobe cs3 includes the merge to hdr script for mashing up multiple source files with different exposure bias values and so all you have to do is make a bunch of source files with different exposure bias values and spong them through the software mincer in photoshop and lo, a metallic tone-apocalypse vision of hell effect.

but photoshop is cleverer than you. its read all the flickr groups and forums about hdr and it knows that hdr requires multiply-bracketed source files straight from the rawness of your tool. don't try and be doing that single raw exposure adjustment, that's not right. it needs to be fed multiple files. but that's alright, you just open your raw file up in camera raw, adjust the exposure and save it out to 16-bit tiff files. viola, multiple source files with different exposure bias values. but no, because photoshop is cleverer than you. it knows you did that because the metadata says so. huh? what metadata? I'm looking at that metadata right now, thankyou, and the exposure bias says, oh, it says 0. on all of them.

so then, I'll just edit the EXIF values myself then and see how you like that. 5 EXIF editors later and I finally find one that actually allows you to edit the exposure bias value in the EXIF data and so here we go, that one's +1. that one's -2. that one's -3. ooh, that one's 0.5. right, save. now, take that, photoshop, and eat my exposure cake.

what do you mean they're all exposure bias 0? dammit! I just changed all those value by hand. rummage rummage forum google forum. oh, I see. its like that. you don't read THAT data, you read THAT data. so why'd you have to go and use XMP for that stuff? 5 editors later and I don't find one that allows me to edit the XMP data or any documentation on converting the decimal EV values to the text XMP values (wtf is the xmp:ExposureBiasValue/xmp:ExposureBiasValue equivalent of -3 anyway?) so I begin to think that even using photomatix is an option. but there is one last nasty throw of the dice left. if you don't mind throwing ALL your metadata away and starting from scratch, then you're in business. all you have to do is take the exposure adjusted tiff files you started with, copy the pixels in new documents and save them, preferably with some stupid filename indicating the ev values. then, when you load then in the merge to hdr script in photoshop it tries to work out just what the exposure bias values might be and suggests things like 9.7 when its actually -1, but it gives you the option the enter them manually before it goes off and does its whole 32-bit hdr jiggery-pokery.

of course, it turns out that the results of doing this are the same as the results you first thought of when you simply fed it your multiple ev adjusted tiff files and it told you that they are actually all ev 0. it looks to me like the merge to hdr doesn't really do much other than make the conversion to 32-bit and then stamp on it with a great big software boot. its the 16-bit conversion where everything happens and so it doesn't really matter how you get to that point. tell me that's not true, but I couldn't tell the difference. the same effect is probably achieved by taking the singe raw, saving as tiff, converting to 32-bit and then converting back to 16-bit, although the dynamic range might be limited but then you only copied that 1 file in the first place and its all the same data so why waste your time. you're not doing hdr at all, you're just tone mapping. get over it.

travelogue 33 by timcaynes

I've often been into denver before and this friday afternoon I needed to go in to denver again because the only store in a 100 mile radius that has the thing I want happens to be in the cherry creek shopping mall which I happen to have been to before when the one thing I wanted was also only available from a store in the cherry creek shopping mall so I figure this might just be a hour's round trip and I'll be back in the hotel room and packed up by 10 because after all I'm getting up at 5 in order to get to the top of a mountain before careering madly across the state to look at a rock and then driving all the way back again. anticipating clement weather with altitudinous blue skies I'm going to buy a great big camera to take pictures of everything I see and spend the next 4 weeks lashed to photoshop and the great big camera I want is at the sony style store in denver. and its gold. well, champagne they call it (exclusive to the sony style store sir) but its kind of gold. what's not to like.

so trundling down to the 36 with the sitting-down equivalent of a spring in my step which in the case of the mustang is a spring in every stop I feel like the evening is going to go well and brian our digital specialist will be seeing me in a jiffy. except I hadn't figured that anywhere in colorado actually has traffic. I mean, I'm not a total dunce which is why I'm heading for I70 at 5am, but duh I wasn't expecting standing traffic from westminster to denver in which I would sit for an hour and a half watching the fuel gauge needle slowly idle towards empty like a VU attached to leonard cohens greatest hits so that I'm turning off the AC and sticking my arm out the window like that helps when its about 95 degrees and you're surrounded by 18 wheelers and I'm considering jumping the car pool lane and trying to get away with it by playing the idiot englishman card which as you can imagine isn't much of a stretch but resign myself to the fact that I'll probably just whimper onto the median and die just as the exit I need comes into view. in fact, I make it to the exit and they cannily have a gas station just outside your peripheral vision so just as you pass it you're heading in the wrong direction but by this time I'm effectively playing out grand theft auto in my head and that means I have no qualms about pulling a 180 in the middle of the street and taking out a few cafe tables as people scatter in a funny triangular pattern which I do and just about stop myself from deliberately crashing the pump and casually lobbing a zippo at it after lighting a camel and walking away with a vest on.

back on track then and only 7pm. I pull into the cherry creek car park which is as empty as all shopping mall car parks and immediately head for the wrong corner of the mall meaning I will spend a good 30 minutes walking its entire length looking for the sony style store rather than consulting a map rather like I do at home when I miss a parking spot and go via the next county to turn around because actually its easier that way. but find it I do. its not like the apple store where willful generation Yers determine your requirements before you knew you had any and already have your new life in a bag at the checkout. no, sony style is something different. its staffed by a hard core of technology experts who know everything there is to know about 1 product and actually don't care whether you buy it or not because they're busy. but they're polite, in a looking-at-their-watch kind of way and my man shows me the a300 in gold and I try to get a feel for it with the alarm cord still attached even though I know I'm just going to buy it anyway, oh, and the memory card, no that's it, no case, no, no filters, no spare battery pack, no, just the camera. yes, this one. yes I'm english. no I don't need extended warranty in that case, as I'm going to drop it onto a runway as soon as I land in the UK and just forget I ever bought it. bye.

the trip back from denver was rather less painful, punctuated by an interesting stop at another gas station to stock up on necessities for tomorrow's travel including a fail! on the card I just used to buy the camera as obviously it must be somebody else stealing my cards and spending my money so extravagantly and now I'm in the bathroom, obviously having spent 2 hours taking pictures of hotel rooms, wondering whether to pack now (at midnight) or tomorrow (in a few hours) and I spend an hour working that one out before I pack myself and zip up for the night.

at the risk of creating a dog-tail chase bend in the space-time transversary, I created a wordle of the globalful blog which is rather like picking up a pile of meaningless sticks and dropping them on the floor and then picking them up again and dropping them on the floor again, but with a different font. I'm rather pleased that constantinople found its way in there, but then, the word distribution is so flat that it looks like a histogram of a lens cap so any word could have ended up in there really, which it did. come to think of it, this is effectively a blog entry in its own right.

travelogue 32 by timcaynes

the question of lite implementations crosses your mind as mile 14 trundles across the tracks and you have a brief epiphany which is the answer to all the questions you've had about this project for the last 6 months but at that precise moment the crossing barriers go up and shopping list lady is trying to pass you on the outside and you've instantly forgotten everything including that fact that the car you're in is automatic and you're actually sitting on the left and you're now wondering how long you must have been asleep.

the peak to peak highway is a quite different place in june than it is in february meaning a car like the one I'm in will actually get from one end of it to the other which right now is handy as I'm kind of at the wrong end of it and I can smell the beer in broomfield so I floor the accellerator and get, ooh, 60 miles an hour out of the mustang which is probably just as well because I'm not looking where I'm going even though there's nobody else on the road and I'm thinking it's not at all like the M3 at camberley but maybe a little bit like the blackwater valley route was when it first opened and I had the s40 which had zero suspension unlike this car which has 200% suspension which means I'm not so much sticking to the road, but gliding on a cushion like that thing in star wars that luke skywalker had but with wheels that actually touch the ground which of course is what that thing luke skywalker had had but I'm not airbrushing mine out at least I don't think I am.

if you've read this far, you probably got here slower than I wrote it. I probably stopped a couple of times but I didn't have to re-read bits of it to make it make sense because I'm aware it doesn't. and why would you.

travelogue 31 by timcaynes

it's only 12:30. what day is it? the same day? oh. I crawl out of the bathroom and stumble around the half-light of the bedroom/living room/office/tv room/bar looking for something to focus on that might bring me back to some kind of ready state. there's my laptop already set up and wired in although I have no recollection of doing that. there's the tv which has at least 17 channels of weather and some rather splendid n64 games to play (yes, n64). there's a bed. there's another bed. and there's the window. right, let's look out the window.

naturally, I can't look out of a window with a camera so for the next half an hour I'll try every manual setting available on my camera to determine the precise exposure time that gets the light from the car park to shine properly even though I have to balance the camera on the window ledge on the 9th floor because there's nowhere to attach a gorillapod and its a bit too late to drag the desk across the floor and I have to shoot through a wire mesh that would otherwise prevent me throwing bananas into the swimming pool but might just be out of focus enough to disappear when it's actually touching the lens but in the end it won't so I give up and with all the lights turned out try and remember why I'm in Colorado and then remember I've got meetings tomorrow and I look like leatherface so it's probably a good time to actually choose a bed to go to sleep in which takes far longer than you might imagine but not before I have to go back to the bathroom and repeat the previous hour but without the falling asleep on the floor thing and hanging out the window thing.

travelogue 30 by timcaynes

but its ok because the rooms in this place are rather nice except obviously the one I'm in today which somehow has an extra kingsize bed squeezed in it with the obligatory turned down corners and 17 cushions that will spend the next week being put on the floor and then back on the bed and then back on the floor without so much of a whiff of a lower back to support so this must be the extra bed I use to put my suitcase on and tip everything out on and then go to the bathroom and turn the lights on which fool you into thinking they're not too bright really except they're just warming up so by the time you've got your face near the mirror to see just how bad 26 hours of travel in other people's recycled breath can make your face look they spring into life and your retinas are toast for half an hour during which time all you will be able to see is burnt white effigies of jesus christ so it's about now you think about checking email but realize there's probably nothing quite so futile and pointless and so you go back to the bathroom and fall asleep brushing your teeth with shower gel.

travelogue 29 by timcaynes

having secreted by bag under the seat in front, which a week later would cause an easyjet fascist to go apoplectic, I had full access to my laptop which I never use on a flight but which I might just need to recharge my walkman which I used pretty much the entire flight as the movies were a thrilling collection of straight-to-dvd romantic comedies or documentaries about sharks and hitler but I didn't need to recharge so as we make our final descent, I have to rudely interrupt blood red shoes by putting anything that resembles anything electrical into the off position in case it brings down the pentagon but I secretly shaved of half my face an noone noticed except the occasional judder over fort collins and then we're on the ground. nobody claps or anything. they don't do that these days.

the newly hatched coccon lady smiles as she drops her bag on my head and we're off to the terminal building to waft through native american new age audio loops across travelators over the runway and into the immigration hall where everyone has a big fight because they need a fight after 10 hours and I quietly slip through to the concourse and hit the avis bus just as its pulling away from the kerb. never mind, there'll be another one in a minute. which there is. name? caynes. caysneses? Caynes. c-a-y-n-e-s. ok, mr caynell, welcome to denver. you'll be the first stop for avis preferred, look for your name on the board. thanks.

surprised not in the least that my name isn't actually on the board, I saunter into the preferred desk looking like a weary englishman who might write books about airports or something for a living. can I help sir? yes, my name doesn't appear to be on the board. I'm sorry mr cornell, let me check for you. cornell? that's not my name. what is your names sir? caynes. c-a-y-n-e-s. I'm sorry sir, but you don't appear to be on the board, can I ask you to rummage through your hand luggage to find your preferred card which is in the wallet at the bottom of the last bag you look in? can I just say, you ALWAYS GET MY NAME WRONG. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THAT? one moment sir. (tap tap tappy tap). mr caynes? yes. (tap tap tappy tappy tap tap tappy tap). would a mustang be ok for you today sir? (pause). at what cost? at the regular economy rate today sir. (pause). um, ok. would you like satellite navigation option with that today sir. are you taking the piss? just give me the muscle car.

the consequence of having a name that can't be spelled correctly is that often don't get what you asked for, however in america, that also means you get something better to make up for it in most cases, especially if you are on some preferred program or other. so I now have the mustang. again. I got the mustang the first time they got my name wrong at hertz, but I had no clue how to drive it then and spent at least half an hour bunny hopping it out of the car lot to the amusement of a gathering crowd of attendants. no mistakes this time. oops, wrong door. dammit. actually, I was just putting my bag on the passenger seat ok?

travelogue 28 by timcaynes

I look for the longest line in the building which is generally the 'fast bag drop' line for those of us who checked in online i.e. everyone and now are entitled to take the speedy option but notwithstanding the tortuous non-linear unaccellerated journey that brought me to this great hall of doom I'm told as I try to join the end of the queue that actually I'm too early to be part of the speedy fast bag drop online check-in process and if I check-in now they will lose my hold luggage which admission rather sets the tone for the journey and leaves me with an uneasy feeling that I'm being laughed at by a security guard watching sunday lunchtime CCTV picking out dolts with home-made sandwiches standing by WHSmith for their enjoyment.

after an interminalable 15 minutes I approach the roped-off queuing system as though it was a blind corner in metal gear solid and wait patiently until the BA staff have zzz appearing over their heads in little bubbles and I crawl under the barrier while holding my breath tanked up on tamazepam while a small japenese technician flirts with me in my brainpiece until I reach the counter whereupon I approach the check-in staff from a 90 degree angle and lob my passport onto the desk as I rip off my false face. nobody noticed. good. yes. 31A. its a window seat.

duh. so keen to get the window seat I committed a schoolboy error and didn't calculate the placement of sun in sky versus direction of travel over time of days divided by the number I first thought of plus elephants in denmark and will spend 10 hours pointing my camera directly at the sun. at least I know which seat to book on the way back. which will be in the dark. dammit. the flickr window seat please shame of it.

if there's a chance it might go stale you'd happy point it that way but as a pillar of your commercial strategy there's just not room for it anymore too big too important nay frivolous but consistently poking a stick at the peer pomposity that pops up with every new day build your own filter you could just leave it took ages to become this unpopular. even when you micro it its not the sense but the sensibility of others that grows like moss on the wings of the spirit dragging it down to the waters edge and castigating it with a wet shoe for the very temerity of flippance.

as it slides under the surface and breathes its last woeful breath the bubbles already burst and without lament it withers further and further until all light extinguished and space for rent please don't vent. even as the last simpering dribbles get spilled on the car park outside building 10 you'll wash your hands and be done with it not to dare or to dream but to market and clean. quite contrary.

say what you like, but if you need a script, its too late. slap your back before you drown in yourself.

horse 2 by timcaynes

nevermind. radiohead white lies stephen marchant. spain. the hit by a bus joke isn't funny anymore. but there is a lot to do notwithstanding a cable mountain and selective photo processing only iso200 mega scanner body check pack hand luggage laptop lives of others dvd willy wonka scrobbling the dukes of stratosphear that delta goodrum track was a shuffle mistake, honestly.

break. G. typically, it will rain all day today and there will be no light in this office which would normally be most welcome but just this once I want to wear silly hats and talk out loud to the lid of a computer while I'm reading myself through half an eye and typing 4.2 for the engineering team which will be 1.0 and the champagne will pop out again if Mark is reading this I'm only doing #1 and if he's not it's too late see you in broomfield.

© Tim Caynes. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License

Disclaimer: I work for Sun Microsystems, but this is nothing to do with them and it's all my fault, even though I might sometimes mention Solaris or something.