Telemarketer

Revenge on a telemarketer. It's not big and clever, but it's quite funny, aside from the various dodgy legal questions.

Poor newsreader

Oh, dear, how unfortunate

ManyMe

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 60 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Pong

Sonic body Pong Play pong using your ears.

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USB Booting

Now that more systems are starting to support booting from USB and that I don't have Internet access at home I decided to reexamine booting from a USB flash key again.

Cutting out the mistakes

I had an image of a floppy disk already, but it seems it was no longer bootable.

So using VFD I mounted it as drive A: in Windows as I no longer have a floppy drive, formatted it in Windows as a bootable floppy, used the HP Disk Storage Tool on marlow.dk to make the image and transferred back all the stuff that was on it before. If I'd have known it probably would have taken 5 minutes at the most.

And... it works. I've never seen DOS boot so fast. Less than a second, though I have to admit it doesn't have much to do.

Cool.

Updates

I've been updating my blog and I'm trying to redo some postings, which may explain oddness. Also, since moving hosting away from CiX I'd not updated the config right so the RSS feed was broken. That's been fixed too.

However, I don't have any internet access at home except by dialup or borrowing someone else's wireless, which isn't an option. Thanks, BT. (History is that I tried using the Post Office for calls but the line quality was lousy, so I moved back to BT, who then said "This is a new line, we'll discontinue all current services". Nice. Despite them saying otherwise.)

I'm booked to go to see Graham just after Christmas and that's what I'm looking forward too at present, except for the end of my relationship with University of Liverpool at the end of October, the culmination of my work on a degree, except I'll only be getting a Post Graduate Diploma, for various reasons.

And today is "One Day in History".

Today I heard from two people I'd not heard from in a while - Rob and Alex. I'd not heard from either, they hadn't survived migrating from one phone to another. But that was in July.

MoTD

In a backup log:


"sexy blonde teen hardcore sex in use - skipped"

Red Bull

On 2nd September I, along with several hundred thousand others, graced the Earl of Longleat's garden to eagerly watch some planes fly rather stupidly.


It didn't happen as it was raining and very windy. But still, I'll be going next year, once they announce it. I do want to see the planes fly.

Eyes

In a previous post I said mum's first cataract operation was on Monday.

That's been and gone. On the NHS, be prepared for a long wait. The appointment was for noon, but she was actually taken away at about 3:00pm and came out at about 4:30pm. The procedure is supposed to take 20 minutes. Afterwards she looked like she was wearing a tea strainer. Though she only has to wear that for a week, and after the first night she can take it off during the day.

They make a lot of effort to make sure you're aware that one in 1,000 may lose the sight in that eye and 1 in 100,000 may lose the eye.

The day after, mum took the tea strainer off and was blown away by how blue the sky was. She hadn't realised just how bad they had become.

More odd dreams

A day or two ago I had another odd dream.

This one, though, I've had before. It was almost a computer game, requiring certain things to go from one part to another, but perhaps just as much of a film or even puzzle to it's quality.

Needless to say once I'd woken up I couldn't remember most of it, as usual.

At one point at the end there is a large (read as giant rather than 'big-boned') female character trying to help things on an underground railway line, which crosses a chasm with a bridge. The tunnel collapses and so does the bridge, with me and the 'bad guy' left on a ledge. He ends up in the stream of lava below. I have then to climb down a rope of plastic bags to the edge of the lava to cross it somehow. In the middle of the lava is a metal stool, with another similar one next to me on the bank. These chairs don't heat up when put into the lava (if that's what it is, in my dream it looks a little wimpy for molten rock as well as not being particularly warm) and indeed when someone is touching one doesn't feel any heat from the lava. Maybe they have super-conducting heat-sink.. but that should mean they would feel very cold. But anyway, I cross the lava then very soon wake up.

Blue

I'm feeling very blue at the moment. Luckily not mildly suicidal like I used to. Though my faith in people is at a record low. I'm seriously beginning to think it would be easier if I just kept myself to myself.

On lighter news, mum has a cataract operation on Monday. I'll be there and quite possibly I'll get to see the whole thing. given that I hate things near eyes, let alone someone with a sharp scalpel and an ultrasound lens smasher in their hands, I'm not exactly looking forward to it. Oh yes, I forgot to mention after they've destroyed the old lens, they'll hoover it out of her eye.

Though today she ordered a new washer/dryer and a fridge freezer.

I should get my Post Graduate Diploma at the end of the month. Maybe I can move on then.