Thursday, July 31, 2003

All charges against John Leslie dropped

Via the BBC. Will this change the way the media in this country are allowed to act? Will the law be changed to allow anonymity for those accused of rape? Will this stop non-entities like Matthew Wright trying to attract publicity to their low rating shows by "accidentally" revealing Leslie's name on air?

*Sigh* Nothing will change. But I hope Leslie sues the bastards for every penny they've got.

Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 31, 2003 | link

Trailer Trash Family back again!

Or is it just for one post? I'm keeping fingers, toes and all dangly bits crossed that we'll see more.

In a (rare) burst of pedantry I'll say to Bertha Mae that "It's a sad, sad day fer folks in the good ol' U.S. of A." does Mr Hope a disservice - he will be missed around the world. And let's not forget that he was born in Greenwich*, England (*pronounced "Grennich").

Talking of "Americans" who weren't actually born in the US, John Mahoney who plays Frasier's*** father Martin Crane was also born in England (Manchester). And Will & Grace's Eric McCormack is Canadian**.

Can you think of any others?

** I settled down the other night to watch his appearance on V Graham Norton only to find that A Certain Person had taped a bloody fishing programme over it. Bah humbug.

***And while we're talking about Frasier, is it my imagination or did Frasier say at one stage (while he was still sitting on a stool in Cheers) that his father was a successful lawyer?

Anyway, back to work...
Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 31, 2003 | link
Wednesday, July 30, 2003

Quick links

Two very striking layouts at GotFoo and Richard D Bartlett (who seems to be shutting up shop. Shame.)

A sad reflection from Michael at The Lingering Lemon of Death (via Carol at Odds & Ends).

Fancy a spot of headspinning? Go here, thanks to Robyn.

Or maybe some (quite justified) Belgium bashing (via au currant who in turn came via Gert who writes an excellent piece on exposure).

And finally, some music to avoid prostate cancer by.

Which leads me neatly into the latest joke to hit the inbox.

The Queen was visiting one of London's top hospitals and she specified she wanted to see absolutely everything.
During her tour of the floors she passed a room where a male patient was masturbating.
"Oh my", said the Queen, "that's disgraceful, what is the meaning of this?"
The Doctor leading the tour explains. "I am sorry Your Majesty, but this man has a very serious medical condition and is only following doctors orders. His body produces too much semen and his testicles keep overfilling. Until we can find out exactly what is causing this problem he's been instructed to do that at least 5 times a day or there is a danger that his testicles will explode, and he would die instantly."
"Oh, I am so sorry", said the Queen.
On the next floor they passed a room where a young nurse was giving a patient a blow-job. "Oh my", said the Queen, "What's happening in there?"
The Doctor replied,"Same problem, but he's with Bupa."

Good night and sweet dreams.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 30, 2003 | link

Bloogle Google searches

Evan Williams (Blogger god) has a great reply to some of the "google is screwing up results with blog listings" debate with Deconstructing Matt's Google blog spam example.

BTW, with a name like that do you think he has Welsh parentage?
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 30, 2003 | link


How do you store your sheets and pillowcases? In the airing cupboard? Me too. And do you have "sets", I mean pillowcases that match particular quilt covers? Even worse, do you have sets in more than one size? Our bed is king size, there are double sheets for the sofa bed and singles for the guest bed. That's a lot of cotton sitting in piles in a hot airing cupboard. And how many times do you have to sort through said piles to find a matching set? You too? Well listen up, I've had inspiration.

I just emptied the cupboard and spent an hour putting them back in - but in sets. Yep, a single white bottom sheet with a single white top sheet and two plain white pillowcases, along with a pretty blue quilt cover embroidered with daisies. I even tucked everything into the folds of the quilt cover so that I can just reach in and pull them out in one go. If I was really dedicated I could buy a few metres of ribbon and loosely tie them up, like parcels. But no, I didn't label them.

Heh, I could give Martha Stewart a run for her money today!
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 30, 2003 | link
Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Phact or Photoshop?

Thanks to je blog.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link

Afternoon tea

Instead of a cuppa, here's a great limerick from Graham Lester.

Sylvester found out his wife Lisa
Had hired a detestable geezer
To kill him – how bad!
But he really got mad
When he found it was charged to his Visa

There's an interesting article on Paul Auster via Alaina and for Madeleine there's the Julie/Julia Project (don't read this if you haven't had lunch yet, it will make you very hungry).

If I can find a way to disable the clock mouse trail thingy I'll be going back for more of in the aquarium. "When is a smoothie not a smoothie? When it's a lumpie." Heh. Great blog and lovely artwork.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link


Go take a look at samorost. (Via out of character and styrofoam kitty.)
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link

By jove, he's done it!

Once again the blogging community does what it does best.

Here's what the problem was. I used to put the comment script in each post rather than have it as part of the template. Which has worked fine for months. But Pyra/Google changed things over the weekend which made that not work any more. This was complicated by the fact that there were also problems over at enetation (who were VERY helpful).
Following DVD's wonderful instructions overnight, I've added the enetation script to the template and now y'all can comment again.

So I've gone from this

to this

*Sigh*. One big happy teddy.

DVD - I owe you big time!
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link

And again

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link

One more little test...

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link

Message for bignjuicy

I've just reported the problem to Blogger, as soon as I get a response I'll post the information here in case it's of any use to you.

As for dvd. What can I say?

Missing the comments? Mail me!
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 29, 2003 | link
Monday, July 28, 2003

How about a bit of motivation?

Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 28, 2003 | link

Are the A Team out there?

John over at the enetation forum tells us that we need to fix summat in Blogger but I don't know what to do *blows nose* and *wailing* I hate it when comments are broken 'cos *sniff* it's the only thing that keeps me going and *another hankie* the poor dogs are started to look really worried 'cos my face is getting all red and puffy *sob* 'cos I don't know whaaaaaaaaaat to doooooooo.

Updated to say: I'm even more of a plonker that I thought... you can't leave a comment telling me um, how to fix my comments so *sigh* you could email me? She says, hopefully...?
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 28, 2003 | link

From the inbox

One day in the future, George W. Bush has a heart attack and dies. He immediately goes to hell, where the Devil is waiting for him.

"I don't know what to do here", says the Devil. "You are on my list, but I have no room for you. You definitely have to stay here, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I've got a couple folks here who weren't quite as bad as you. I'll let one of them go, but you have to take their place. I'll even let YOU decide who leaves."

Bush thought that sounded pretty good, so the Devil opened the first room. In it was Richard Nixon and a large pool of water. He kept diving in and surfacing empty handed. Over and over and over. Such was his fate in hell. "No", George said. "I don't think so. I'm not a good swimmer and I don't think I could do that all day long."

The Devil led him to the next room. In it was Newt Gingrich with a sledgehammer and a room full of rocks. All he did was swing that hammer, time after time after time. "No, I've got this problem with my shoulder. I would be in constant agony if all I could do was break rocks all day", commented George.

The devil opened a third door. In it, Bush saw Bill Clinton, lying on the floor with his arms staked over his head, and his legs staked in a spread-eagle pose. Bent over him was Monica Lewinsky, doing what she does best. Bush took a look around in disbelief and finally said, "Yeah, I can handle this."

The Devil smiled sardonically and said...

"OK, Monica, you're free to go."

Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 28, 2003 | link
Sunday, July 27, 2003

Another quickie

... to note that Karan over at flummel hasn't been able to update for a few days (hosting problems) but will be back soon. In the meantime you could go and enjoy her TypePad beta blog.

She also put me on to a good explanation of RSS which I've been ignoring until now because to be honest I thought RSS (and trackback) was "something for the big boys" but I'm starting to understand that it's useful for the pond life too...

And now back to work.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 27, 2003 | link

Quick links

While stalking the enetation forum for news of the database transfer (and when comments will be fixed), I came across big n juicy (must go back and read more) and from there graham lester's limerick a day. Enjoy.

An adventurous fellow from Lawrence
Took a flight on a plane to see Florence
But the trip was a pain
For it pelted with rain
And she met him with downright abhorrence

Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 27, 2003 | link
Saturday, July 26, 2003

Wireless news

If you have some time this weekend, go listen to Friday's Afternoon play, "Something You Should Know" by Trevor Lock and Sem Devillart.

"Max would rather hide from the real world than live in it. Then he has a close encounter with a flying pig."
Lasts around 45 minutes. Very entertaining.

Afraid comments are down this weekend but if you do listen and enjoy, come back and tell us!
Posted by Daisy on Saturday, July 26, 2003 | link
Friday, July 25, 2003


I haven't stopped sneezing for the past hour, my bones are aching, even my fingernails hurt, so a few quick links and then off to bed.

First up is toasty critter heads and then I wonder if this is taking proofreading a little too far?

Then there are some pictures of the part of Wales I grew up in - Ystradfellte and Pen-y-fan, Corn Ddu & Cribyn.

I've been looking for some online language learning sites for my father and came across Unforgettable Languages - "the simple Linkword© learning method developed by Dr. Michael Gruneberg to lock words into your memory in a matter of seconds".

Lock a word in your memory in 10 seconds!
The Portuguese word for Bed is Cama
Imagine a Camel lying in your Bed.

Why does he suddenly want to learn Portuguese? A family has just moved into the house next door and although the husband speaks perfect English (he has lived in Wales for about four years), his wife and two children don't yet speak any English. He's been struggling with a Teach Yourself Portuguese book from the library but they don't have any tapes there so I'm looking for a site that also has audio.

That's it, I'm done. Bed. Boa noite
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 25, 2003 | link

Blogging community

Huge thanks to Karan for tipping me off that the dotted boxes I use for quoted text are overlaying the right hand column.

Not only that, she explained in detail why it was happening and how I could fix it. *Big Smile*. So I've changed the width from 400px to 250px, could y'all let me know if anything's amiss? Should I go down a little more even, to 200px?

This means that the box is 400 (the cell size) + 5 + 5 (these are the padding spaces) + 1 (this is the border) pixels wide… for a total of 411 pixels in a column that seems to be about 250 pixels wide. The only place for the excess amount to go is into the territory designated as the right column.

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 25, 2003 | link

And while we're on the subject of referrals...

I'm going to make a couple of you (no names, no pack drill) green with envy when I reveal how many searches involving the delectable Fiona Bruce end up here...

There's Fiona Bruce smoking and Fiona Bruce fan site and even Fiona Bruce legs for starters. I'll skip lightly over the more sordid episodes 'cos you're a nice innocent bunch of folks and I'd hate to show you a side of the internet you're unaware of... ;-))

Heh, I must admit I'd miss the googling if when I move to MT...
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 25, 2003 | link

By way of google referrals

I've been chuckling over this A-Z of Belgium by a professor in Surrey who seems like a Jolly Nice Chap. A few snippets:

Dutch A strange language spoken in Flanders and consisting largely of the consonants v,s,c,h,r and k. Dutch is surprisingly easy to learn. Simply fill your mouth with crisps and then speak English and German simultaneously without breathing.

Duvel A legendary trap for foreigners. A seemingly harmless golden liquid that looks refreshing and spiritually uplifting. In reality a brew of the devil, designed to reach into the soul and extract foolishness, talkativeness, speech disorders and nausea.

Verschrikkelijk The first word spoken by most Belgian children. Helps to develop the tonsils and remove any misplaced fish-bones from the back of the throat.

Wablief A useful phrase that is guaranteed to fool Dutch speakers about your language skills. Repeat ad nauseum until the conversation clearly ends or the other speaker walks away in frustration. This trick will probably also work when talking to a French speaker.

Witloof A curious bitter vegetable that is positively venerated by Belgians. Surprisingly good in soup, but best drenched in cheese and baked thoroughly. Adoration of this vegetable reaches its peak during the winter season, when crowds can be season inspecting and sniffing candidate purchases at market places. Referred to as "chicory" in other countries and usually fed to pigs.

Yves The name of all male Belgians from the bottom lumpy bit.

As for the google search, I'd say try Mairks (where "air" is pronounced like um, "air" in English and the "r" should be rolled a bit).
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 25, 2003 | link
Thursday, July 24, 2003


In case you haven't visited headCleaner() (you should), go have a listen here.

He writes: You'll need sound for this. Click on each horse in turn and then experiment. Strangely serene.
Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 24, 2003 | link

Timely advice for us wimmin folk

  • Light a fire for him to unwind by... catering for his comfort will provide you with immense personal satisfaction.
  • Let him talk first. Remember, his topics of conversation are more important than yours.
  • Don't complain if he's late home for dinner, or even if he stays out all night.
  • Don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement... You have no right to question him.

Having lost my way a little there I'm now back on track after reading the wonderful advice contained in the "Good Wife's Guide" via Lorraine.
Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 24, 2003 | link
Wednesday, July 23, 2003

Dogs in cars

There's a terribly sad story on the Amarillo Global News site (via Dog News).

Police Chief Don L. Carter said Monday that he wants to find a replacement for Sandor, a Belgian Malinois that died July 15 when a patrol car's air conditioning failed on a 100-degree day.

Sandor's handler, Rodney Stevens, left the dog in the car for about half an hour July 15 to go into the police department and do some paperwork. Police working dogs aren't suited to an office environment, so department procedures called for leaving the dog in the car with the engine on and air conditioner running.

About half an hour after going inside, Stevens went out and found the dog dead and the air conditioner blowing nothing but hot air.

Carter said now that he knows the loss of air conditioning is a possibility, even in a running car, the city will install a temperature monitoring device to protect the next dog. The devices recently have come down in cost to about $800.

Years ago a colleague of M's was on the beat (on patrol) somewhere in Notting Hill (London) when she spotted a dog panting heavily and obviously distressed in a locked car on hot day. After a quick check to locate the owner she used her truncheon to break the window and release the dog. Who panicked and ran straight out into the road to be killed instantly by a passing car.

No mechanical or computerised system is failsafe. Just don't leave dogs in cars.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 23, 2003 | link

Eeh, books

A blog all about e-books points us to a parody from Planet PDF of Jakob Nielsen's diatribe "PDF: Unfit for Human Consumption". There was also a short discussion about this article at Electric Venom.

I create and edit Acrobat PDFs daily, in a number of languages. Despite its flaws (and oh there are many), a well produced PDF can be opened on any machine under any operating system in any part of the world and the reader will see exactly the same page. As a html/css newbie I'm not at all qualified to comment but I've read enough to know that getting html and css to work the same on all browers is a problem, never mind the OS and language issues.

Or am I wrong?
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 23, 2003 | link

Feeling fruity?

Go read The Manly Smell of a Pipe and see what this is all about... heh.

Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 23, 2003 | link
Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Quote of the day

"No sense being pessimistic. It wouldn't work anyway."

And a warning to bloggers everywhere from John Robb. Via Scoble.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 22, 2003 | link


Since when has Amazon been peddling porn? I just did a quick search for digital radios on Amazon and kept getting "recommendations" for stuff like this and this. I don't mind, just a bit surprised.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 22, 2003 | link
Monday, July 21, 2003

Design competition

Ben Hammersley is looking for a redesign, winning entry wins an iPod.
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 21, 2003 | link

New frocks

Thank you all for the compliments on the new look - as promised, here's the how, where and when.

I've been wanting a 3 column layout for a while but had been put off a little by reading of the difficulties in getting them to work properly on all browsers. Then using the 3 column look on my TypePad beta blog made me take the plunge.

But I wasn't quite ready to tackle it myself. So on Saturday evening I googled for ideas and came across blogstyles. For $18 you can buy a css stylesheet (for Blogger or MT). And of course the "learn by doing" theory held true, I learned more on Saturday night (through to Sunday morning...) than from hours of sitting reading chunky reference books. I also got to appreciate the wonders of blogrolling. I wanted to split that looooong blogroll into more manageable chunks. After only two "cut and pastes" I discovered that Blogrolling makes it really easy by allowing you to "move" urls from one list to another. Heh.

I'm going to change the pink at some stage and maybe get a nice logo across the top (probably inspired again by mandarin's wonderful gallery)

My brother (just starting up his own blog) prefers the old colour scheme. Must admit I miss that lime green a little too, but I'm so happy to have 3 columns, the colouring in can wait a little while.

And so back to business. More luvverly links laying in wait for you this lunchtime.
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 21, 2003 | link


Graeme has found this.

Is it time for Tony to receive his P45? Change the recipient by changing the URL. For readers outside the UK the P45 is the UK tax form you get when you leave a job, as such it is synonymous with getting the sack or being made redundant.

Personally I prefer this one. Well a girl can dream, eh?
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 21, 2003 | link
Sunday, July 20, 2003

I'm moving

Who could resist a house in a town called Soddy Daisy, close by Chattanooga...

It's amazing what checking site referrals will throw up occasionally...
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link

Warning: rant ahead

Re: those money-grabbing b***** at Sky. Deep breath.

We pay nearly £40 each month for Sky tv. Mostly because much of the rugby is exclusive to Sky Sports (and you have to have the most expensive, all bells & whistles package to include the sports channels which show the rugby).

So last night we decided to watch a box office movie (Men in Black II). The telephone cable on our Sky digibox is broken, has been for months, but we don't use the interactive facilities so frankly why bother paying £70+ to get it fixed? On the rare occasions we want to watch a movie we ring up the Sky operators, tell them the channel and the start time and they do the rest.

Until last night. Apparently from now on we will be charged a £1 "booking fee" on top of the £3.50 to watch the film. Yeah right. Kiss my butt. Bye bye Sky movies. Since 90% of what comes out of Hollywood these days is crapola, I think we can hop in the car and go rent the remaining 10% from Blockbuster. Thank you very much.

Task for tonight: find the lowest priced Sky package that includes international rugby matches and switch.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link

Tip of the day

When the weather is really hot and the dogs are lying in a heap on the floor too tired and sleepy to do anything... give 'em an icecube! We now have two energetic hairy monsters on our hands (and very wet floors)...
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link

Bless me father for I have sinned

At my age it takes a lot to shock. The Bush election; Gulf War II; the British tabloid press acting as judge, jury and executioner - nothing surprises me much these days.

Until I read this from inappropriate response highlighting a comment posted here.

... But I don't feel so insulted by the phone/television issue ever since I saw a patient do the same thing to her priest.

She was in the ICU, so I had a full view of her room from the nursing station where I was writing her transfer orders to send her to the floor. She was talking on the phone and watching television while the priest gave her the bread and wine of the Eucharist - on Easter Sunday. And as he walked away from the room, she was still chewing on the Host as she talked on the phone. Unbelievable.

Via Dean Esmay.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link

Wireless news

There is a veritable cornucopia of delectable delights over on BBC Radio 4 today. For example:

11:15 Desert Island Discs with crime writer P D James

13:30 Sunday Best: Accepting Jack
Three families describe coming to terms with the birth of a child with a severe learning disability.

14:45 Forgotten Female Fossilists
In the mid nineteenth century Anna Thynne's collection of madrepore coral fossils led her to study living madrepores. But first she had to solve the problem of how to keep them alive far from the sea. Her solution led to the invention of the marine aquarium.

And then of course there's The Archers at 19:15 when Clarrie gets to hear the gossip about Adam...

Don't forget that you can listen to Radio 4 over the internet...
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link

Maggie's story

The final days of one much loved dog.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link


Should you wish to Google™ for gladrags magazine nude (and why not?) you'll find two of your favourite bloggers listed.

Eeh, that's made my day!
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 20, 2003 | link
Friday, July 18, 2003

Practical jokes that have succeeded

Well almost.

My better half is a fisherman. Mad keen fisherman. And very good at it too. So off we went to Bredwardine for a long weekend's fishing. In February. Well he was fishing, I was lounging on the river bank looking decorative reading. And shivering. Over a meal in the pub that night everyone was bemoaning the fact that not a single barbel had been caught. At which point I concocted my plan. A few weeks previously I had bought a cheap (50p) plastic fish at a car boot sale. And I just happened to have packed it. Since it was minus something ridiculous celsius (if you stood still long enough icicles would form on the end of your nose), we were all gussied up with at least 6 layers of thick woollens and thermals. Perfect for hiding plastic fish, eh?

So we set of for the second day of fishing. Around mid morning I wandered off downstream to look for a suitable point at which to "catch" my fish. The plan was to wade into the water a little and produce this fish as if I'd caught it with my bare hands. Yes I know it sounds stupid now but at the time, etc.

What I hadn't reckoned on was that the banks of this stretch of the river were a good 3 metres high and there was no way on God's earth I would be able to get down to the river itself without risk of serious injury to body or clothing. Especially with a 10 inch plastic fish wedged in the waistband of my jeans. Hmm. So I wandered back, made another cup of tea and plotted.

"Could I have a go?" I said innocently? M was delighted. "Of course you can. Hang on a minute, I'll just set it up for you." So he put a few *shudder* maggots on a hook, did whatever you have to do to get the rod and centrepin reel ready and off I went. Well I sat down actually. You do a lot of that in fishing. The plastic fish was now starting to cause serious pain and discomfort. A distraction was needed. Tissues! I needed tissues and there were some in the car. So M set off to the car to get some tissues and I set about partially undressing to get the (by now) bloody uncomfortable fish from my nether regions. Except I didn't get that far. The reel started screaming. M came running back. "You've hooked a fish!" he said. I don't know which of us were the more shocked. So I listened to his instructions, let the fish take some line, reeled it back in a little, let it go a little (there's a lot of that in fishing) until finally M thought the fish was ready to be landed. Judging by how much that blighter pulled the line I was sure I had a 30lb monster on the end of the line so it was with some disgust that I inspected the 2lb 8oz barbel in the landing net. Still, a fish is a fish is a fish, eh?

And then I doubled over in agony. All that activity had shifted the fish further down my trousers and the tail was now actually cutting into my skin. So I undid my jeans and pulled it out. M's face was a picture. "What the ...?" So I explained. I don't know who started laughing first but it was one of those memorable times when you laugh and laugh until the tears are rolling down your face - you manage to control yourself and then catch the other person's eye and start all over again. A couple came by, walking their dog on the other side of the river, they called out to ask if we were okay. But we couldn't stop laughing long enough to reply. Apparently reassured they went on their way, shaking their heads in bewilderment.

So okay, the joke failed. But it's a lovely memory.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

Practical jokes that have gone wrong

Many years ago my brother and his wife were living away from home for the first time, he was managing a small store, not earning a large salary and money was tight - especially when the first baby came along. The family rallied round with gifts and money, etc. but still. They were saving up to buy Bailey's first pushchair but the bills were eating up all but a tiny portion of their income and progress was slow.

So I took it into my head one day to "donate anonymously". Knowing that my sister-in-law used to enter competitions on a regular basis, I typed up an official looking letter with the logo (photocopied from an advert in a magazine) of a well known chain store selling baby clothes and paraphernalia (and pushchairs) congratulating them on winning £50 worth of vouchers for this store. Even though it was in black and white I thought it looked pretty damn good. Hah!

I don't know who got suspicious first but someone did and my father rang the head office and queried the letter. They were mystified. "I'm sorry Mr --, we don't have any current promotions of that nature in store".

So I had to confess. Sigh. Moral of the tale? Don't make up fake competition wins. Find a colour photocopier and a real competition.

Of course now that we have colour printers and the ability to manipulate just about anything on the computer it would all be so much easier. Something to keep in mind for the great nieces and nephews...
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

First there was Jaws...

Now there's something even more terrifying at the beach...

Thanks to Margi Lowry for the link, who in turn came via Venomous Kate.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

Voices in my head

Bloody hell, thanks to Gert I've been singing "I am sixteen, going on seventeen" all afternoon. In my head. Not out loud. Even I have limits. Even Come on Eileen won't dislodge it.

So any suggestions for a more street credworthy alternative?

And by the by, has anyone tried one of these?
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

A lightbulb moment...

I wa just pootling round dvd's archives (as you do when it's Friday afternoon and you realise that you have at least 12 hours of work to fit in by the end of the day...) and found a review of the 1 Love (War Child) cd. And a link to the lyrics of Come on Eileen:

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
He moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried and sang along and who'd blame them
Now you're grown, so grown, now I must say more than ever
Go toora loora toora loo rye aye
And we can sing just like our fathers
Come on Eileen, well I swear (what he means)
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen
These people round here wear beaten down eyes
Sunk in smoke dried faces
They're so resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no not us
We are far too young and clever
Eileen I'll sing this tune forever
Come on Eileen well I swear (what he means)
Ah come on, let's take off everything
That pretty red dress Eileen (tell him yes)
Ah come on Eileen

Go on, sing those words. Surprising eh? And that page doesn't contain just the lyrics, many of the individual words are linked to other lyrics using the same words. Pretty cool, eh? I'm so glad that Caltech students have so much spare time on their hands. And I'm not being sarcastic.

See, that's what the internet is for!
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

Wet hairy thoughts

A post by pixeldiva:

According to Lush (via the BBC) the best place to wash your hair is in Scotland.

Well no shit sherlock.

When I lived in Glasgow I never ever used conditioner, and my hair was always shiny and in good condition. Since moving down to London I find I have to use conditioner every time I wash my hair, otherwise I look like something that's been dragged through a hedge backwards.

Still, it looks like Lush have the right idea - regional shampoos, rather than just by hair type. Shiny clean hair for all!

reminded me of a conversation many years ago when I clumsily tried to explain to a group of English friends that my hair was much nicer when I washed it at my parents' home (in Wales). The water feels "wetter" (cue much hilarity), it absorbs into your skin and hair in a way that English hard water never does. In a very hard water area the water can almost bounce off your skin.

I'd never heard of limescale until I moved to England. I couldn't believe my eyes when I opened a kettle for the first time. 'Course now I know all about lovely water filters so it's rarely an issue.

So now it's official. And I still love washing my hair in Wales.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

Nice one

from British Dispatches

After numerous rounds of "We don't even know if Saddam is still alive", Saddam decided to send George W. Bush a letter in his own handwriting to let him know that he is still in the game. Bush opened the letter and it appeared to contain a coded message:


George W. couldn't figure it out so he typed it out and faxed it to Colin Powell.

Colin and his aides had no clue either so they sent it to the CIA. No one could solve it so it went to the NSA and then to MIT and NASA and the Secret Service ... the list got longer and longer.

Eventually they asked Mossad in Israel for help. Captain Moishe Pippick took one look at it and replied: "Tell the President he is looking at the message upside down."

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

List of people you wish had a blog, part 1

This one doesn't really count because it was last updated in 1999 but it's my contribution to the new "It's Friday and time for a smile" theme...
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link

Tired of annoying pop-up ads?

Click here.
Sorry. Blame them.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 18, 2003 | link
Wednesday, July 16, 2003

Talking about recipes...

This has to be one of the most strange but curiously appealing recipes I've seen in a while.

Onion Flavoured Banana Sandwiches

Before you go saying yuck, this is a real recipe, and I used to eat these. Take a pile of onions and chop them then set them aside to use in one of my other recipes. Then WITHOUT washing the board lay your bread on the board and butter it. Spread one half of the buttered bread with sliced banana. Sprinkle this with sugar, then put the top on the sandwich. When I was pregnant I used to order a sandwich just like this from the sandwich shop near where I worked. The first time I got one was obviously a mistake someone made, but I found it totally delicious, and from then on I used to order a banana sandwich with sugar, made on the board you chopped the onions on.

We're going shopping tonight, will let you know if I succumb to temptation.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 16, 2003 | link

New blogger: Madeleine's Kitchen Challenge

I missed all but the last five minutes of the interview but here's Madeleine's Kitchen Challenge.

This is how I'm going to force myself out of the pasta-on-Monday, lamb-on-Tuesday routine. Every week I'm going to choose an ingredient and I'm going to cook every night incorporating that thing into my meal. I figure if I do this for a year I will have forced myself to cook 365, give or take, different dishes. You may well be thinking that this is a pretty average way to spice up your life. Well, all I can say is you've never experience the invigorating effect of putting sourcream on roast lamb with strawberries and capers and having it actually taste pretty damn good. It's a little natural high that gives you that extra little smile as you're bunking down for the night.

I think the programme will be available on BBC radio's wonderful "listen again" system in a while but the presenter promised "lots more on blogging in the future". Will keep you posted.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 16, 2003 | link

Radio 5 NOW!

They're talking about blogging.

Thanks Dad.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 16, 2003 | link

Out of the mouths of babes

What the American Flag Stands For

Charlotte Aldebron, 12, wrote this essay for a competition in her 6th grade English class. She attends Cunningham Middle School in Presque Isle, Maine.

Do go and read it. Many thanks to Faustus MD for the link.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 16, 2003 | link
Tuesday, July 15, 2003

For Quickos

With grovelling apologies to Sheldon Harnick (lyrics) and Jerry Bock (music).

Well, somebody has to arrange the matches,
Young people can’t decide these things themselves.

She might bring someone wonderful----

Someone interesting----

And well off----

And important---

Or meeeeeee!---

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
catch me a catch
Matchmaker, Matchmaker
Look through your book,
And make me a perfect match

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
I’ll bring the veil,
You bring the groom,
Slender and pale.
Bring me a ring for I’m longing to be,
The envy of all I see.

For Papa,
Make him a scholar.

For mama,
Make him rich as a king.

For me, well,
I wouldn’t holler
If he were as Belgian as anything.

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Make me a match,
Find me a find,
Catch me a catch,
Night after night in the dark I’m alone
So find me match,
Of my own.


Since when are you in a match, Chava? I thought you had your eye on your blog.

(Daisy chuckles)

Tzeitel con’t:
And you have your eye on the Twat’s son.

Well, why not?
We have only one Twat and he has only one son.
Why shouldn’t I want the best?

Because you’re a girl from a poor family.
So whatever Yenta brings, you’ll take, right?
Of course right!

(throws scarf over her head, imitating Yenta)

Hodel, oh Hodel,
Have I made a match for you!
He’s handsome, he’s young!
Alright, he’s 62.
But he’s a nice man, a good catch, true?

I promise you’ll be happy,
And even if you’re not,
There’s more to life than that---
Don’t ask me what.

Chava, I found him.
Won’t you be a lucky bride!
He’s handsome, he’s tall,
That is from side to side.
But he’s a nice man, a good catch, right?

You heard he has a temper.
He’ll beat you every night,
But only when he’s sober,
So you’re alright.

Did you think you’d get a prince?
Well I do the best I can.
With no dowry, no money, no family background
Be glad you got a man!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
You know that I’m
Still very young.
Please, take your time.

Up to this minute,
I misunderstood
That I could get stuck for good.

Chava and Hodel:
Dear Yenta,
See that he’s gentle
You were also a bride.
It’s not that
I’m sentimental

Chava and Hodel and Tzeitel and Daisy:
It’s just that I’m terrified!

Matchmaker, Matchmaker,
Plan me no plans
I’m in no rush
Maybe I’ve learned
Playing with matches
A girl can get burned
Bring me no ring
Groom me no groom
Find me no find
Catch me no catch
Unless he’s a Quickos match!

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 15, 2003 | link

Quickos. A statement

Read this and then this.

To the tune of "Delilah" by Tom "Sex on Legs" Jones:

I saw the light on the night that I passed by his website
I saw the flickering shadows of love on his face
He was my Quickos
As he deceived me I watched and went out of my mind
My, my, my, Mon Quickos
Why, why, why, Mijn Quickos
I could see that guy was no good for me
But I was lost like a slave that no girl could free
At break of day when that tramp drove away, I was waiting
I cross the street to his house and he opened the door
He stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and he laughed no more
My, my, my Mon Quickos
Why, why, why Mijn Quickos
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me My Quickos I just couldn't take any more

[insert trumpet solo here]

He stood there laughing
I felt the knife in my hand and he laughed no more
My, my, my, Mon Quickos
Why, why, why, Mijn Quickos
So before they come to break down the door
Forgive me My Quickos I just couldn't take any more
Forgive me My Quickos I just couldn't take any more

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 15, 2003 | link
Monday, July 14, 2003

An ode to Quickos

(To the tune of Grandad) (with apologies to all non UK visitors and anyone under the age of 40)...

Quickos, Quickos you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Quickos, quickos you're lovely
That's what we all think of you
Quickos, quickos

Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 14, 2003 | link

Blogging goes mainstream!

Tonight's Mastermind (BBC TV) included a question in the general knowledge section something along the lines of

John Humphrys: What is the common term for an online web log or journal?
Victim: Pass

I came into the room as the "passes" were being read out at the end of the round, at which point the contestant admitted he'd never heard of blogs.

While walking the dogs we discussed what topics we would pick if we ever went on Mastermind. For me - the life and works of Pieter de Hooch. For M it would have to be the Zulu wars. This does not mean that I know much about de Hooch, just that if I had to spend months studying something in order to try and answer 15 tough questions, I would rather it be something interesting. One contestant tonight chose the BBC Blackadder comedy as his specialist subject...

So if you were a contestant on Mastermind what would you choose as your specialist subject?
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 14, 2003 | link
Saturday, July 12, 2003


Thanks to Graeme for linking to the wonderful world of kawauso.

But my heart still belongs to Quickos...

UPDATE: Le p'tit Quickos has his own site!

Posted by Daisy on Saturday, July 12, 2003 | link
Friday, July 11, 2003

Thoughts for the weekend, part 2

The internet is shit. Discuss.

Thanks to Peter at tabula pc for the link.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link

One for the boys

Whatever floats your boat...
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link

Thought for the weekend, part 1

Ed writes:

I haven't changed much since I was 16. I wonder if everyone is the same. Maybe we are all a bunch of high school kids, only we weigh more and worry about new things. I wonder if we are, at our cores, the same exact person we were at 16.

Not only has it got me wondering how I've changed since I was 16 (I can just about remember that far back), it's also got me thinking about how few people I know now that I knew at 16. I've lost touch with school friends, other than a 5 minute chat outside mass on visits home to my parents.

So that just leaves my brothers. Superficially they have indeed changed. The youngest brother has gone from class clown (scraping through school with a single CSE) to university lecturer, studying for a Phd. The eldest has survived nearly a quarter of a century in the same factory but at 42 is now stuyding hard to pass exams and switch careers to computer technician.

But their essence remains the same, I think. They're both good men with kind hearts. The 10 year old boy who stood up to the bullies to protect a friend has turned into the man who would stand up to college administrators to protect a student. The 10 year old who was bullied for being "different" (disabled) has matured into a man who deals with life in a way I know many of us are not capable of doing.

I'm a little self-conscious about posting this. Where are the gags? Where's the cute picture? Maybe I want to start living up to Eddie's sweet compliment, "the thinker's linker". *Sniff.*

Panic ye not, normal service will be resumed as soon as I've checked my inbox.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link

From the inbox

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link

Toppest of Top Secret

Don't even think about looking here...

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link

Car wash

My vote for best description of a car wash goes to Rachael Herron.

Here's a snippet:

Did you know? Oh. My. God. They not only washed the outside and the underbelly and the tires (a team of about six men moving at once), but then they shot me through a spray wax tunnel and I came out on the other side where a group of women (gotta wonder about that separation) rubbed me down (stop it!) and asked me to get out so they could vacuum the interior. That would have been enough to send me over the moon, but ...

Go read the full post here.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 11, 2003 | link
Thursday, July 10, 2003

From the inbox

Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 10, 2003 | link

Another great idea

Morgaine points us to the 5 line self portrait site. There are already some submissions. Shall we all do a self portrait and submit them? We know that (Wo)Manly is will do a good one...

Then there's Fritz Switzer's Blinkx. You'll need to download Adobe's SVG reader (there's a link on the site). Putting download time aside, I can't see this becoming a regular means of blog posting but maybe for the occasional entry?

And another link from Scoble: Loren's incremental blogger. Makes me smile each time I visit.

Note to self: You cannot afford a tablet pc even if you do sell at least three items to that nice man in the Kingston second hand computer shop...

Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 10, 2003 | link

And if anyone's wondering

... why I'm still up and blogging at 1 in the morning, you try getting to sleep with a pair of bloody foxes screaming in the fields out back...

Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 10, 2003 | link

More child abuse imaginative naming

From the Albany Herald.

Birth Announcements Sunday, July 6, 2003

BLOCKER, Jazmyne Shykeia, daughter, was born June 26 to Steven and Moneika Blocker.

COLE, D'Erica Celynn, daughter, was born June 24 to Eric and Vanessa Cole.

DAVIS, Ja'Quarious Tykel, son, was born June 27 to Taquar and Valarie Davis.

JANNEY, MaRanda Rayne, daughter, was born June 23 to Randy Janney Sr. and Kelly Carpenter.

HARVEY, Jah'Ravious Jamar, son, was born June 28 to Tracie Harvey.

HINES, Amarianna Rankera, daughter, was born June 26 to Ranzik Hines and Theresa Robinson.

Let's hope they all stay in Albany. Maybe the bullying will be less if half the class has "unusual" names...
Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 10, 2003 | link

Baby naming

Someone has been trawling "naming questions and suggestions posted on several different baby naming bulletin boards going back as far as early 2001". And added some caustic comments. Very funny. Until you get to the bomb the Welsh bit. Nah, it's still funny.

*lowers voice* I have friends and relatives with the following names back home: Aelwen, Arwen, Bethan, Cerian, Mair, Meinwen, Rhiannon, Sian, Sionned, Tegan, Tegwyn and Wynne. Thank goodness they don't get out much and have never bumped into any mad American designers.

Then again, anyone who makes wonderful handbags like this can't be all bad...
Posted by Daisy on Thursday, July 10, 2003 | link
Wednesday, July 09, 2003

Design question

Have TV graphic designers been reading too many blogs lately or have the button style logos always been around and I didn't notice them? What am I on about? I watched Design Rules the other evening and was surprised to see the programme logo:

Then there was a trailer for something called Fear Factor:

Is it maybe a cunning plot to get tv programmes mentioned on blogs because the buttons are so easy to make?

Any graphic designers out there?
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 09, 2003 | link

Choo Choo

More wonderful pictures from sensitive light today.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 09, 2003 | link

Sexing it up

Just when is this going to be made into a film starring Hollywood's finest?

In 1994, a young computer engineer registered the domain name Now, after almost a decade of legal wrangling, he has finally won the right to call it his own. Kieren McCarthy reports on the battle to regain control of the world's most valuable web address.

"I don't hold any ill will against him. He would have done the same to anyone who owned, it wasn't a personal grudge against me. I've let go of the anger now." Kremen met Cohen once and only once. "It was in San Diego," he recalls. "He was giving a testimony on the case, so I thought, 'I'll go and see what this man is like.' So I go to the court and we all had a pleasant dinner along with my lawyers. He talked a mile a minute and was so convincing that I nearly believed everything he told me."

Full story by Kieren McCarthy at the Guardian.
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 09, 2003 | link

"Bright things women say"

Behind every
successful woman
is herself

Oh my god,
I think I’m becoming
the man I wanted
to marry!

Ginger Rogers did everything
Fred Astaire did,
but she did it backwards
and in high heels

A woman is like a tea bag...
You don't know how strong
she is until you put her
in hot water

I have yet to hear a man
ask for advice on how
to combine marriage
and a career

So many men,
so few who can
afford me

Coffee, chocolate, men.
Some things are just
better rich

Don't treat me any
than you would
the Queen

I'm out of estrogen
and I have a gun

Warning: I have an attitude
and I know how
to use it

Of course I don't look busy...
I did it right
the first time

Do not start with me.
You will not win

All stressed out
and no one
to choke

I can be one of those
bad things that happens
to bad people

How can I miss you
if you won't
go away?

Don't upset me!
I'm running out of places
to hide the bodies

And last but not least:

If you want breakfast in bed,
sleep in the kitchen

From Philosophy 101
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 09, 2003 | link
Tuesday, July 08, 2003

And from our financial correspondent...

According to inside contacts, the Japanese banking crisis shows no signs of stopping. If anything, it's getting worse.

Following last week's news that Origami Bank had folded, we are now hearing that Sumo Bank has gone belly up and Bonsai Bank plans to cut back some of its branches.

Karaoke Bank is up for sale and is (you guessed it) going for a song.

Meanwhile, shares in Kamikaze Bank have nose-dived and 500 back-office staff at Karate Bank got the chop.

Analysts report that there is something fishy going on at Sushi Bank and staff there fear they may get a raw deal.

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 08, 2003 | link

From the inbox

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 08, 2003 | link
Monday, July 07, 2003

First love

Name the first three songs you heard on the radio (or tv) that made shivers run up your spine.

1. Theme tune to Robinson Crusoe
2. Theme tune to Doctor Who ('cos it meant the Daleks was a-coming...!)
3. Stop by Sam Brown (that was a bit later but it always reminds me of best friend Nina who is now far away in Dubai and therefore not close enough to hug)

Many thanks to hydragenic for making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up again...
Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 07, 2003 | link

Ever had one of those days?

But this stick figure art makes me smile. (Click on "life as stick" - seems to be down for the moment...)

Night, night.

Posted by Daisy on Monday, July 07, 2003 | link
Sunday, July 06, 2003

File under "airborne bacon"

Pop legends Abba sang together for the first time in 20 years at a private party, it has been revealed.

Full story from the BBC.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link

Dog blog

Holy macaroni, more dogs to drool over. Chris Pirillo (isn't he a famous blogger?) has a new dog blog. Pictures like this and these two cuties.

Hey Karan, I think they need a picture of Riso!

Thanks to Dog News for the link.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link

Next time you have a hangover...

Not mentioning *cough* any names... you might like to go visit a gentle, serene little place for relief.

Via Nathan. Again.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link

A new meme (UPDATED)

You can find it here and the blogger behind it is bingtek.

The Speech

Welcome to the first ever "Philosophical Sunday". ENJOY!

You have a very vivid dream. In this dream you see the entire planet (or maybe just your country) almost totally destroyed. There are only about 2000 people left that have survived a horrific event, possibly a severe Plague, Meteor Attack or even an Alien Invasion. In this dream there is a lot of Chaos, people scared, people in grief, people questioning their Religious Beliefs. It has come time for a major 'icon', maybe a President/Prime Minister or Celebrity to give a speech to the frightened masses. In this dream you foresee the result of this speech. This speech not only shapes how the 'new' civilization relates to each other after they have rebuilt, but also their Religious Beliefs, their tolerance for Sexual Preference and Race etc.

You have been asked to write this speech, what would be the main points/advice you would be giving these people, remembering that it will shape their civilizations eternity.

I think it will take some time to get going but I think you guys could make some great contributions.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link


I've just stumbled across out of character via blogwise.

Here's a snippet:

Let me share with you some signs that R's daughter Sassy loves me even though she must maintain some semblance of teenage cool and treat me like the stepmom dork that I am:

1) I try (albeit unsuccessfully) to get her brothers and her dad to not call her boyfriend Skeletor.

2) I'm getting better at not laughing my ass off when her brothers or her dad say, "What's up, Skeletor?"

2) As a gorgeous and willowy cheerleader, she will totally go to breakfast with me and order nothing but giant and wonderful plates of hashbrowns.

3) She will sometimes conspicuously wear her hair like mine, touching hers often and staring at my head.

4) When her boyfriend calls and tells her to "wait outside" for him, she freaks out and hangs up on him. Stupid Skeletor.

5) I have never called her mother "a crazy person", "psychotic", or "a freaking martyr." And I might be the only one.

6) She let me loudly read her tarot cards when I was piss drunk in that bar in Honduras.

7) She will practice her cheers and look over to make sure I'm watching.

8) When we all got pedicures, and she and Perfect J and Vapid had hearts and stars painted on their toenails, she laughed so hard she fell over when she saw that I got bloody, teethy raptors on mine. And she kept making me show people.

9) When I give her clothes of mine that I can't wrangle into, she not only accepts them; she wears them.

10) People will sometimes assume that she's mine, calling her "my daughter", even though that would have made me an eleven year-old mom. Neither of us corrects them.

This one's just gonna get better and better.

An aside: I was going to email Eddie about this one because I think she'll really enjoy it but then noticed that she's blogrolling creepy lesbo who is blogrolled at Eddie's. Small world, eh?
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link

And now

The bloody sun has come out so I can no longer use the excuse "it's too dark to iron"...

A bientôt mes petits.
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link

Not the radio edit

Adrian has a great idea going on - "Alternative edits of Electric 6's song Gay Bar that never made to the radio". Enjoy.

Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link


On Friday I mentioned Ghostzilla and Graeme has already has tried it out:

There's more though. If you buy the CD version rather than using the free download it doesn't even install (other than a few encrypted config files) it runs off of the CD so no-one will even be able to see you were using it when you leave your PC (as long as you remember to take the CD with you!).

... but this really is an awsome piece of software to see in action.

Here's a screenshot to whet your appetite further, but do go read Graeme's review.

Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link


An old Egyptian man lived alone in Idaho. He wanted to spade his potato garden, but it was very hard work. His only son, Abdul, who used to help him, was being held by the FBI for aiding and abetting terrorists. The old man wrote a letter to his son and described his predicament.

Dear Abdul,

I am feeling pretty bad because it looks like I won't be able to plant my potato garden this year. I'm just getting too old to be digging up a garden plot. If you were here, all my troubles would be over. I know you would dig the plot for me.

Your Dad, Mohammad.

A few days later he received a letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

For heaven's sake, don't dig up that garden, that's where I buried the biological weapons.

Love, Abdul.

At 4 a.m. the next morning, F.B.I. agents and local police showed up and dug up the entire area without finding any weapons. They apologized to the old man and left. That same day the old man received another letter from his son.

Dear Dad,

Go ahead and plant the potatoes now. That's the best I could do under the circumstances.

Love, Abdul.

Via buzzmachine and eyeranian
Posted by Daisy on Sunday, July 06, 2003 | link
Saturday, July 05, 2003

Democracy postponed

*cough* Until further notice.
Posted by Daisy on Saturday, July 05, 2003 | link

What I should be doing...

Fixing the fact that opening the comments box opens 2 windows (thanks to dvd and graeme for the tip-off).

But what I'll actually be doing is RLS™ (Real Life Stuff) like walking the mutts, food shopping, ironing, cleaning, blah dee blah. Heh, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

But I might sneak in a few minutes to read and laugh at Cerys Matthews quotes found by the aforementioned dvd.

"I like singing Welsh folk songs because they have nice perverted lyrics, singing about cuckoos when they mean people's genitalia."

"Mills and Boon in a morgue."
- Talking about 'The Hornet's Nest' by Patricia Cornwell

"Maybe it's the fluoride they added to the water in the Seventies but I think we're all a bunch of very talented individuals."
- Talking about Welsh bands

"I've got nothing against pornography - except all the bad knickers."

If only that girl had a blog...
Posted by Daisy on Saturday, July 05, 2003 | link
Friday, July 04, 2003

The Daisy Democracy

A recent poll resulted in a narrow win for the "open new windows for links" vote. But there were two other interesting suggestions:

1. Both...internal links move me, external links give me a new window
2. Have the option to choose

I haven't yet learned number 1, so with the help of a Google™ search and particularly DPE's weblog, you now have the option to choose. *Sighs in contentment*.

Oh and you can also vote for your favourite beer at DPE's weblog
(Stem is vote; Kijk is view the results).
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

A webserver with attitude...
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

Any advice?

Kirsi is looking for affordable hosting to switch to MT.

Requirements are:

* The ability to run custom CGI scripts
* Perl, version 5.004_04 or greater

And, either:

Support for the DB_File Perl module *OR* MySQL & the DBD::mysql module

I guess a European host would be better because of the time difference for support but I think cost is the biggest factor.

Any ideas?
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

Anna's back!

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

The Friday Five

  1. What were your favorite childhood stories?
    Anne of Green Gables series (many times)
    Everything written by Enid Blyton
    Louisa May Alcott (started with Little Women and read the whole series many times)
    The Railway Children
    Robinson Crusoe
    and hundreds more. I was never seen without a book.

  2. What books from your childhood do you like to share with your step-grandchildren?
    All of them. I wish we lived closer to them. One of my best childhood memories is of my father reading A Christmas Carol to us. He would start in early December and finish on Christmas Eve. I'd love to do that for the granddaughters.

  3. Have you re-read any of those childhood stories and been surprised by anything?
    How much I still love them. And how unembarrassed I am to read them in public.

  4. How old were you when you first learned to read?
    Very young. Certainly before I went to primary school. And writing. I think my parents had a few "discussions" with my first teacher about reading and writing methods.

  5. Do you remember the first 'grown-up' book you read? How old were you?
    Facts of Life by Richard Gordon. Can't remember details but we found it in my parents' bedroom one day. I think it was about a doctor having an affair. Lots of saucy content to guarantee many giggles and tittilation in your average 11/10/8 year old.

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

This one's for Manly

"Ghostzilla browser for Windows shields you from the looks of people around you, when they try to see if you are surfing the Web."

"So sneaky, you can surf right in front of your boss and he won't suspect a thing."
-- TechTV

Thanks again to Dave Barry.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

At last

Now this is a sweet little game for girlies.

Thanks to Dave Barry.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

The Power of Five

And finally (and about bloody time too) are Manly's questions:

  1. If you were only allowed to read one of the blogs on your blogroll, which would it be.
    I'd negotiate (I'm good at that) and work out a deal that allowed me to read one an hour. And since my blogrollees are
    (a) spread across the world and
    (b) a mixture of humour and links and good writing
    I'd be one happy teddy 24 hours a day.

  2. If you found out you were going to die in an hour, what would you do with your final 60 minutes?
    Is it just me who's going to die or the whole world? The whole world? OK, then I'd ring father, mother, brothers, nieces & nephew, best friend 1, best fried 2, best friend 3. Tell them all I love them and I'll see them in the next life. If there is one. Then settle down with M and the dogs, say a prayer, make a confession and wait. All of this would be done while chainsmoking and drinking gallons of tea, obviously.

  3. Tell us your favourite joke (from memory - no internet/email browsing allowed!)
    This is the question that has been delaying things. I cannot remember a joke. If my life depended on it. The last joke I knew and could retell without notes and/or prompting is:

    Q. How do you know when a Belgian has been on the computer?
    A. There's Tipp-Ex™ all over the screen.

    You can see how long it is since I knew a joke. But hey, "a linker not a thinker", c'est moi.

  4. If you could change your partner to look like somebody else, without anybody ever knowing any different, would you do it and who would you choose?
    I wouldn't change him.
    But if forced at gunpoint I guess I'd choose George Clooney. Not just eye candy, that man. "The thinking woman's crumpet"

  5. If you had to assume someone else's life completely, who would it be?
    Then I suppose it would have to be George's Vietnamese pot-bellied pig. And what an improvement that would be.

Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

Not just for Brits I think...

The BBC Radio 4 website has a wonderful facility to listen again to programmes broadcast on Radio 4.

Thursday night's In conversation with was with Michael Parkinson, a hugely popular talk show host. (He also has a radio show each Sunday morning.)

Listen out for the Zanzibar/2 inches story. Classic.
Posted by Daisy on Friday, July 04, 2003 | link

Surprising site of the day

You all know the actor Jeff Bridges (Starman, The Big Lebowski, The Fisher King, K-PAX, etc.)?

Well here's his new home page.

Which reminds me, it's time I watched Arlington Road again. Excellent film.
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Word of the day

Kanookaphile. Isn't it lovely?
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Wednesday, July 02, 2003

Ooh, there's posh™

Troubled Diva has moved to his very own .com. And set himself the following challenge:

A major difference between bloggers and journalists: bloggers lack sub-editors. On balance, I think this is a Good Thing. I suspect that an efficient sub-editor would probably take a scythe to all my most cherished woolly digressions and florid sub-clauses, leaving just the stark bare bones behind. I would feel neutered, sanitised, homogenised.

On the other hand, I do use far more adverbs than are good for me. So maybe a little exercise in brevity is in order.

To this end, my next 100 posts will contain exactly 100 words each. I’m calling it...

The 100 x 100 Project.

Hope it doesn't last long. I love the adverbially-laden writing. And anyway, no-one is actually going to sit down and do a wordcount for each entry. Are they?
Posted by Daisy on Wednesday, July 02, 2003 | link

Science fiction

Set in the fishing world.
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Break open the bubbly

call centre confidential now has comments. I'm still chuckling over the dry clean only label...
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Tuesday, July 01, 2003


I'm so glad to have rediscovered sensitive light today. It's a masterclass in stunning photography.

The galleries start here. My favourites are in bluebells and falconry. But go look. And enjoy!

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 | link

From the inbox

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Things that go bump in the night

The recent hot weather and discussion of holiday plans (or absence of) has reminded me of a wonderful holiday we had many years ago in St Martin L'Ars, a small village near Poitiers.
(Note to self: email the webmaster of that site with a glowing review of the bar tabac).

One hot July about nine years ago, we suddenly decided to throw some things in the car and go on holiday. Bought a copy of Loot and within an hour had rented a 16th century coaching inn for 2 weeks. We got a last minute ferry booking and left home about 14 hours after the decision had been made. Oh for those mad impulsive days...

We arrived at the gîte in the early evening. It was beautiful. Three foot wide stone walls and tiled floors throughout the downstairs meant that it was like living in a fridge. Perfect. We unloaded the car and started taking suitcases upstairs. The first floor could sleep eight but we took the smallest bedroom, very simply furnished with just an old oak wardrobe, a bed, a crucifix and acres of wooden floor. Then I went to find the bathroom.

The hairs on the back of my neck were twitching before I even opened the door. It was a huge, dark room. Although it was still sunny outside, the window was covered with ivy so there was very little natural light. All you could see was a huge expanse of dark wooden flooring. To the right, tucked into a corner stood a free-standing roll top tub, a toilet and bidet to its side. At the far end of the room, barely discernible in the poor light, was a door. A heavy wooden door, set in the wall, about half a metre from the floor. And it was locked. Not that I knew it was locked at this stage. I was practically passing out with fear. I don't know what had happened in this room but every part of my conscious mind was telling me to leg it and get the hell out of there. So I did. And rather shamefacedly told M that I was too scared to go to the bathroom. Bless him, he came and inspected the room, reassuring me that there was nothing to be afraid of. And he did try and explain away the door but nothing he said could shake the fear. The whole of the two weeks he sat beside me on a chair while I bathed or just outside while I used the toilet.

The owner of the house had an arrangement with a lady who lived around the corner. She would give the house keys to visitors, clean up when they'd gone and so on. When I asked her about the bathroom she went very quiet. After a few minutes she said it was best not to ask any questions. Maybe it was coincidence that her hand reached up and held the gold crucifix around her neck. So to this day I don't know the history of that house and probably never will. It didn't spoil the holiday because the hot weather had us out at the lake at dawn and falling into bed exhausted each night. But I still wonder.

There's another tale from that house about burning holes in pine tables, bricolage and Stella Artois but that will have to wait for another day.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 | link

Mission accomplished (almost)

Graeme wonders whether PawSense would be suitable for dogs. Ahem. Have you seen the size of the average German Shepherd? If Frodo landed on the keyboard I think I'd be more worried about the desk collapsing than a broken keyboard, "damage to files or even a computer crash". As for the other little monster, well she's far too ladylike to even think about clambering up on the desk...

It sounds like a great idea though. Have passed it on to a non-blogging friend with cats and will report back.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 | link

Ranking algorithms (¿Que?)

This and this could well be the blogger's version of Mornington Crescent but I might print it out and spend a few minutes days trying to work it out. Makes a change from the crossword.

y = 5989.8x-0.8309

The important part of that equation is the power degree - -0.8309. To counteract that effect, we need to invert that (hope I'm getting my math right), which would make the power needed to ocunteract the power law to be approximately x1.2038. That about matches up with the formula I spelled out for the Interesting blog list, which approximates a x1.5 relationship, for reasonable values of c. Note: This is something I just did on the back of a napkin with only 4 hours of sleep, and no coffee, so I may be way off, but if some kind mathematician can check the work and comment, I'd be much obliged.

Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 | link

Blogging for almost four months and no mention of the weather yet?

Must put that right immediately or folks will begin to think I don't really live in the UK...

The weather has improved immeasurably this past couple of days. Cooler temperatures, rain, wind, thunderstorms. "Lubbly jubbly". We can even snuggle under the duvet at night now. I feel very selfish celebrating the better weather - I'm sorry for those on holiday, especially under canvas, but I do so hate the hot weather. If forced to choose between spending a month in the Antartic or the Sahara desert I would always choose the Antartic. Not that it's ever likely to happen, but you know, it's nice to have these decisions made in advance.

So why do we Brits discuss the weather so frequently? Two reasons - it's a good "filler" for those awkfward moments during conversations at the pub, the local shop, the park, etc. etc. but I think it's also that we have such a wonderful climate.

So my nominations for "best thing about the country I live in" would be the climate and the BBC. Can't decide which yet.

So, what's the best thing about the country you live in?

Update: Buggeration, I really should go read some blogs before I start wobbling on. Richard has already covered the weather today via a Monday madness questionnaire. *Throws teddy in corner*.
Posted by Daisy on Tuesday, July 01, 2003 | link

Starts today, ends 1 August. If you're taking part, have fun!
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