Migraine half way through the Sherlock programme. I don't think it made it any better.

On the other hand, working DR-110, which is nice.

Upside - had mad idea, coded up mad idea, mad idea works.

Downside - brain fried again.

I mean, the mad idea and chums should be enough, right? I made a thing. It will make part of work less horrible and is a demonstration of remote wossname and making stupid people someone else's problem.

But still...

Bad thing: migraine. Stopped in its tracks by imigran, but still.

Good thing: blank playing cards. Guess I'd better fix the printer and then work out how to stuff (a) through (b).

This would be the mumbleth time that I've had to do battle with someone's XML-RPC library and it is still a hateful experience ( Read more... )

Reason for silence = writing. It's mostly good.

I am oddly enthusiastic about the code-bothering possibilities in some enterprise Java middleware. God help all who sail in her.

(The configuration of same is a right lash-up and XML is still the work of satan, mind.)

(Grey Day, rather than Bed and Breakfast Man)

Although, 'At the edge' seems more suitable. I really don't do this sort of weather, because it's an unwelcome foreshadowing of what is to come, and the reason I'm not already hiding under the duvet is force of will.

However, there is also this, which is clearly a work of quality and distinction ( Read more... )

[Due to the effects of the continuing DDOS, some of the referenced posts may be missing from Livejournal.]

ItemLJ entry nr.
Ballard pastiche, unwise.366826
chiller, effect on popular-cultural artifacts.363726
Code, critical theory applied to.364010
Depression, boring.Next!
Hot weather, English people in.The Fall
I accidentally 10Gb downlink.367080
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In 'Names for bands' (from 'No more cocoons' which is obviously a work of genius) Jello Biafra holds forth about, well, names for bands. Given that Pop Will Eat Itself, some of those names have turned into bands.(If I was really good, this entire piece would be cobbled up from band-names ( Read more... )

Exile.

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East London wasteland as seen from the back of a speeding minicab by the pleasantly pissed.