“Ahhh, crap.”
The realisation strikes that I have bungled my strategy, dropped my ball, criss-crossed my buns, wasted my turn, and made up at least one faux-cliche in the process.
It occurs to me that what I want to write about most right now is indeed something that I don’t want me employer knowing. Or the majority of my friends. Indeed I’m starting to think that with the frequency with which I find myself starting to think I want another blog, perhaps there’s a fundamental reason for my vexation. And that’s that this one has kind of run its course.
I’ve got stuff I want to reason out for myself, much like I used to do many years ago before I even had this TLD. I used to be able to vent, reason, analyse and break my stupid young thoughts down and much like a manic depressive preys on details and relives traumatic experiences over and over in the hopes of finding a way to make things right, I would be able to simply deal with my shit straight up — once — and have my previous night’s conclusions one click away for subsequent perusal and digestion.
These days I guess I no longer feel comfortable doing that here. Through perhaps naïveté and a misplaced sense of pride, my blog and consequently every thought that precedes is now permanently archived in the Internet and collated with my name and just about everything I’ve ever done. I don’t quite know what possessed me to take part in this farce in the first place, but now I feel overly self-important and a bit two-point-oh, indelibly cloud and oh so social. All this and yet I’ve nowhere really anonymous where I can regularly do what I do best: piss and bitch and moan.
So I’m going to have to do something to make myself feel better about things, and although I haven’t worked out precisely what that’s going to involve, there’s a good chance you’re going to be neither interested nor privy to it anyway. My blog’s always been wholeheartedly about me and my stuff, and it’s kind of tiring feeling the need to censor it based on the vast demographics I know are reading.
(Standard disclaimer: This is an ongoing thing, and it’s not about me, not you.)
- Posted March 10, 2010
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I’m really pissed off with Apple. It’s one thing for Microsoft to corrupt and sue businesses into oblivion, but Apple? The “greener” pasture? The one who wants to strangle the mobile computing industry and be the sole distributor of content and software alike?
In hindsight it’s little wonder they’ve sued HTC, claiming infringement on everything from CPU throttling to drawing gradients. HTC being the largest dealer in open handsets, this suit is a square attack on the Android mobile OS. Unlike Microsoft’s relentless FUD attack on Linux, Apple has actually rallied its lawyers and stuck its money behind its effort into quashing its competitors.
The system needs an overhaul to prevent massive corporations bullying the rest of the world (and unfortunately it’s not looking good). This kind of stuff is indecent, despicable, and utterly wrong. Shame on Apple.
- Posted March 4, 2010
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I felt a sharp pain in my arm and looked down to find a tiny vampire with its proboscis lodged firmly in my skin.
“Aaargh!” I cry, and I make a very good case of it because the mosquito — seeing my outburst of rage and confusion — launches itself into the air in an attempt to escape.
All the best plans of a stealthy exit have been foiled, the alarm has been sounded and the terrible flying creature must enact a quick getaway. Hurtling through the air it flies over my mug and away from my desk at rocket speed. But not quickly enough.
With barely a moments pause and a precision clap I stop the juicy fat pestilence dead in the air and it explodes in a rain of blood and tiny legs over my desk. Down my arms, across my laptop, making a right crimson tide of my coffee… There is blood everywhere, which is as good a place as any to end this story.
- Posted February 8, 2010
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Apparently mainstream media organisations think your attention span is getting shorter.
Perhaps it is.
But publishing entire news articles in half-sentence bursts is obscene.
The BBC and the ABC have been doing it in sentences for a while now.
And it has been pissing me off no end for quite some time.
But now it seems even a sentence is too long for a line.
And has to be mutilated into some obscene aberration of a semisentence.
Perhaps this is the way it’s going to be for the rest of time.
Perhaps news outlets will wake up one day.
And decide that enough is enough.
But that’s doubtful.
Until then.
I will simmer.
In my own.
Rage.
And.
Cry.
- Posted January 25, 2010
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This weekend I’m heading to Samford for another OpenStreetMap meetup. It’s a “Mapping Party” so I’m going to be doing a bit of trudging around the place, and possibly some skulking in the shade. It will be good, even if my phone is playing up again.
I’m also planning on using the weekend to catch up on some geek stuff, including:
- This awesome site I’m doing up for my brother in-law. Hoping to finish it by Monday so I can get on with the next thing.
- This server-side map display thing for Briscycle (This is the long awaited fallback/non-Javascript content which I haven’t had the energy to focus on yet.) Hopefully this will also make the iPhone a little more pleasant to use too.
- At least two more articles for the same site. I want to get stuff closer to the Brisbane CBD documented since it’s a bit bare in there.
- Some photography. I have three subjects within cycling distance from my place which I would particularly like to capture.
- Posted January 15, 2010
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