Dear me, that was an icky couple of weeks. My boss is very understanding of my situation and tries hard to avoid making me work two weekends in a row, but this time it just had to be. I can manage one weekend without getting to see my dog, but now it's nearly three weeks and it's kind of an ache, you know what I mean?

I miss akeela too, but I miss him ( Read more... )

Directly quoting theodor, who says all I need to:
( Oh god, not one of THOSE articles on furries... )

Oh dear. I accidentally sent my aunt an e-mail from footpad@gmail instead of my usual e-mail address.

Chances are, she's deleted it as spam without reading it; the subject line wasn't especially distinctive. But she might get curious, and she might Google it (she's not especially tech-literate, but she's pretty smart), and she might notice that ( Read more... )

A nice piece via schneier: The War on the Unexpected:
"We've opened up a new front on the war on terror. It's an attack on the unique, the unorthodox, the unexpected; it's a war on different. If you act different, you might find yourself investigated, questioned, and even arrested-even if you did nothing wrong, and had no intention of doing anything wrong ( Read more... )

31st December 2006, 22:40 ( Read more... )

alarm clock 06:00 / greasy-gritty fatigue taste in mouth / no shower, dress / walk to bus stop in rain / bus doesn’t come / second bus doesn’t come, WTF!?!!? / third bus comes on time, to work / work all day, no serious issues thanks to expert advice and documentation from colleagues / book eight hours’ overtime / home / washing-machine is booked ( Read more... )

Saturday was the thirtieth birthday of pebblepup, an important event about which I shall write in due course ( Read more... )

The guy at The Bank sent me an SMS an hour ago, finally certifying as OK the work I've being doing on his server. It's been a long couple of days but the box is now okay-still with only one disk in it, of course ( Read more... )

[Padnote: half of this was written mid-con, and the other half shortly before posting. It is up to the gentle reader to work out which halves.]

It's a little after nine a.m. on Friday morning. I'm lying on a mattress in a horrendously untidy room where blue_panther and PatriX and akeela are denned up for the duration of the con. Aki lies beside me, snuffling ( Read more... )

Aaaaand it's over, just like that, Eurofurence XII has run to completion and vanished like smoke. A diaspora of furries spreads out from Nuremberg, scattering across Europe like leaves on the autumn wind. For another year, farewell!

It was a good con; it had a nice personality, a good Geist. Each Eurofurence has its own character-some more ( Read more... )