Below: an RSS feed I built, from one of my clients in Australia.
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All banks are in exactly the same position. If too many ask for their money back, they're screwed.
Apparently, so was his dad. But, I'm a complete and utter anti-royalist.
Now, the code, the illegal prime is out there. Everywhere. Even as a set of colours and several domain names.
Now, HD DVD (Toshiba, Sanyo, RCA, Microsoft, and Intel) has lost the format war with Blue-Ray (Sony, Philips, Sun Microsystems, Dell, Pioneer, TDK, and Apple). Nobody in Hollywood is going to want to put their film or game on to a format that can be ripped. I guess one day Blue-Ray's copy protection will be foiled too. Perhaps you'll read it where you were first able to read the HD master key. Unless they're forced to shut that site soon.
Wired posted a good background explanation of the implications of the release of the master key in February 2007.
I complained. To be told that I have man flu. And I'll soon be dead.
money or wealth ( slang )
Also get jiggy with it to become excited about or involved in something.
Also a porn star and sometimes rap artist, best known for her non-hit, "Taste My Juices."
Kind-hearted Steve Hooker and his team jumped at the chance and donated their time early this month to clear the garden so Louise could make best use of it."
So, if I don't eat it for several months, will I die?
I keep telling people I'm very busy. No wonder I'm not blogging all that I should be. I've been in Athens!
Call me stupid, but I've always wanted the perfect coolant for a good balti :-))
DSG international estimates the market for digital support services to be worth £1bn in the UK alone and predicts that the market could double in size within five years."
Pity also, that the MP3 tags aren't right. The track information isn't coming in. I just get a list of Track 1, Track 2, etc.
I said long ago that it would one day mean that you'd need to have a blog. Where everything about you is stored.
So, I'm back in Dawley. But, I'm off to work in Melbourne, Australia tomorrow. Quite a bit to do there for a few days. Heh! Lucky I don't have to travel all the way there, I love the world of telecommuting.
And my moBlogging from my phone... Well, some of the pictures have come out quite dark. I know we didn't have the weather... But still, I'll have to keep an eye on that in the future.
Happened on Friday morning, and it took out all Friday, and all Monday and much of Sunday night too. Let alone today, and I guess much of tomorrow and weeks from now I'll still be cursing it.
Of course, I make regular, indeed, daily back ups, but they're never enough.
From my digging around, I think the next answer will be to try a clone of my hard disk, not just backing up files. An exact clone. This way, I should only need to swap slave to master.
In trying to spot the pattern I re-configure the AGP nVidia drivers, uninstall this and that, reinstall this. It seems to be just when I run Firefox or MSIE on its screen. If I move the browsers to the other, smaller, screen all's well.
I bash it on top, as I do the TV. And break the top plastic cover. Shit and fuck.
Finally, I swap the monitors/cards around. Still the bigger one flicks off. Arrrg. It is the monitor. It is too old!
Odd that it's fine with some apps and not with others. You'd think that if it was the age, it would be flaky whenever, whatever was on its screen. Wouldn't you?
Frig, frig, frig. And mutter.
For my money, I prefer the real thing. I'm getting more au natural as time goes by. Give me the real animal or the real vegetable with zero change, zero additives, zero anything.
So, with no time for pubs, and not one for approaching ringless chicks in Tescos, I figured these dating sites would be the perfect solution.
Wrong...
I've had hours of conversation on the phone with really nice people, and had them send pictures, figuring that we had stuff in common, that the pictures were passable, I've gone to meet two. They had plausible, work related excuses for not adding a picture to their web descriptions in the first instance, or so I thought...
The first, I saw as I stepped out of the car, right then I wanted to get back in and drive off, for she had under described her weight and, perhaps my desire and imagination had painted a better image with the photos. I stayed a few hours and beat my retreat on the third, 'give me a hug.'
The second was a play in the park with her kid and two grandkids and my two. As she approached for our meeting I knew right away—uh-oh! Again, photographs were, 'slimming' and face shot not quite the whole. The kids played for hours and got on really well, we sat apart and spoke only out of politeness. Shan't be using my kids like that again.
My support networks say to stick at it. But, with a ton of work needed to pour into my next cunning plan, I've zero time to waste...
My experience of online dating thus far, sure only two weeks, isn't good. I've heard first hand accounts of wankers on the video cams! Though there are chicks advertised who fit my bill, these are undoubtedly pestered by the unwashed hoards of dudes, and I'm merely one of many, many, many flies round the honey pots. Think about the demographics of the internet: mostly men, few women. Think of the numbers of desperate chicks against the beautiful ones. The odds are stacked against me. Yet I'll keep lookiing, but not spending hours on the phone. Photos first and vital stats! No more time wasters please.
Here's my profile. Any advice appreciated
"We hire people with excellent English skills who have lived abroad as master bloggers. Generally these people are coming back to China..."
As I yawn on the sun lounger, by the pool, I'll be confident that the little, yellow, munchkins will be beavering away for me. Or will I?
No one coming out today, none to be seen. Hole is now sealed up too.
Move along, nothing to see here.
Thanks to BitTorrent, I've got the real thing. And the real thing? Well, it was stuck in my mind from a Wimbledon Tennis promo on BBC2,
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Nancy Sinatra from Kill Bill 1, I think from the beginning, when she's
getting married in the church, before they're all killed.
But, the original was by Cher and written by Sonny Bono in 1966. Covered by Ol' Blue Eyes and bizarrely Stevie Wonder. Nancy was more famous for 'These Boots Are Made for Walkin'.'
My own reasons for playing this again and again (iTunes is reporting that it's over 50 times today) is entirely nobody's business but my own. Nothing to do with the film, nothing to do with guns. It's about the passing of time. About yesterday.
Metafilter discuss it here.
Think servers.
Should we do a British version? I want Brad Pitt to play me. Damn, he's a yank.
OK, John Cleese! As a wired Basil Fawlty, "a satisfied customer. We should have him stuffed." Loads more quotes here.














