As they used to say in the comics - 'groo'

Caught a bug from some patient-zero or other at work last week which made the weekend an exercise in 'not quite manky enough to stop home', then two days of goldfish brain (no bloody hallucinations. rubbish.), a day of snot yesterday and today seems to be about hacking up both lungs ( Read more... )

Docker's a bit bleeding edge, isn't it.

Mind, the name itself brings to mind a sort of Manly and Intransigent fetish club experience with which I am entirely unfamiliar.

LXC isn't much better, either. Still, once you've got your head around FreeBSD Jails, all of this Linux gubbins is a bit vieux chapeau.

Upside - messaging rig working as hoped, which means cranking out a new daemon process is a couple of hours work.

Downside - brain, filled with plans for writing interesting things, is fried.

... I've forgotten what I was going to jabber about. Shame. I get the impression that it was going to be rather good ( Read more... )

... Not even the sight of a bloke with a sock on his head, hiding his saucer-eyeness behind a set of Bolle safety glasses and trying not to look like a fat Marco Pantani can put them off running into the street in search of bargains.Under my bloody bike wheels ( Read more... )

Because I am idle, I've only just got around to hacking out a curry from component parts, rather then letting Messrs. Patak do the heavy lifting.

Crikey. Maximum nom and roll right there. I'd better try it again, just to be sure.

There's now a daylight bulb in the spod-room. Crikey again. It really does make the rest of the lighting seem rather

The distant grinding you might hear is the noise from the annoying cogs of International Finance, beating quietly with the slightly different frequency from my teeth.

I would like to be able to concentrate on my work, please. It's interesting.

In the future, there will be a single currency and it will be the Euro.