Friday, September 15, 2006

Extras yesterday

Possibly the funniest thing I've seen in a long while.

Well I wouldn't want you to trail through the ultimate blog post discussion ever

I said something in this that implied I might have a party some time around early October. Thoughts, suggestions?

Sunday, September 10, 2006

Escape from work

New book out this month, on my Amazon wish list already.

More free crap foisted upon us that we don't need or want

This article expresses my hatred of the sudden explosion of shitty free papers that Londoners have to put up with more eloquently than I could.

Thursday, September 07, 2006


I'm working from home today, reviewing a stack of new security standards (lots of really fun stuff like infrastructure firewalls, IDS, vulnerability scanning..... yawn) and I am slowly getting through them but my concentration span has faded out to next to nothing at the moment. I'm also finding it hard to articulate, resulting in me shouting at the computer a few times. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I'm just too distracted right now. It's always sad when someone dies, even more so when you really respect and admire what they do and the type of person they are. I'm talking, of course, about Steve Irwin, whose death was all the more tragic by the bizarre circumstances in which he died. He was a passionate environmentalist and conservationist, and though his on-screen persona was far removed from many traditional wildlife presenters, I believe it was more effective in getting the message across to a wide audience than any of his contemporaries.
Ray Mears, another semi-hero of mine stuck the knife in slightly when the news was announced, but then I imagine there's a fair amount of rivalry between wildlife presenters and with all due respect, the most Ray has to put up with in his TV shows is the threat of dehydration and starting a fire with wet bark. You can't really compare it to coming face to face with saltwater crocodiles or the largest snakes in the world. His shows are interesting, but in a different way.
Anyway, I'm drifting off the point here. Steve Irwin clearly loved his life and what he did. He knew what he wanted to do with his life and enjoyed every minute of it. For that, if nothing else, he should be given the utmost respect. He probably did more in a week than most of us will do in a lifetime and this is what's keeping me awake at night. I feel like I'm waiting for my life to start, just going along with the current until I discover what it is that I want to be doing with it. But I'm getting tired of waiting to find out what that is. Maybe I need to be looking harder?
I spent the last couple of days in Geneva, chairing a variety of meetings with various people from around the world and it struck me that if I continue down this route I could probably become quite successful in the company I work in, and perhaps lead the jetset lifestyle that many of my colleagues think I already have. I could become well-respected and earn a lot of money. But it's really hard work (I was basically non-stop from 4am Monday to 11pm Tuesday) and I'm not sure if it's actually going to make me happy. Ok, it's challenging and interesting, and I like that - but is that enough? I'm starting to feel that I'm getting close to the point where I either accept that this is what I'm going to do with my life, or I turn around and do something completely different.

Philips SHE9600 headphones

I bought some of these to replace my rapidly falling apart Sony Fontopia headphones. They're shit. Shit is not a strong enough word to describe how bad these things are. They're like shit that's been force fed to you while you're sleeping. Like putting on a suit made entirely out of shit and sitting through a full day of meetings, the shit slowly sliding off your sweating, stinking body as your perspire under the weight of all that shit.

The headphones themselves are ok but the straps and cabling seem to have been designed by an engineer just thrown off the project to build a new suspension bridge across the Bristol Channel. Apparently they're 'neckstrap' headphones - not being down with the kids, I didn't realise that this meant wearing them will make you look like a fucking chimp. Or this woman:

Well that's 30 quid down the drain then. Who wants to dangle their iPod round their neck? Well, these guys probably would.