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For no apparent reason I’d like to bring you a quote from the first episode of the sixth season of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer". Spike, to Giles;

"Did your whole life flash before your eyes? Cup of tea, cup of tea, Almost got shagged, cup of tea?"

In a break from our scheduled coverage, I would like to bring you this scary message;

The Lone Gunmen are dead.

Is anyone actually watching the X-Files any more? Here I’m looking in the general direction of the Palmers for confirmation that interest peaked very many seasons ago. I, for one, watched a couple of episodes in the first series and got very frustrated with the fact that they concentrated solely on being moody and forget plot or character development. But that is just my opinion.

The scary thing about the link above (apart from the fact that it is from /. – don’t even start Mr Reeve) is the sheer volume of comments about that story, 630 the last time I looked. These people need to get out more. Here is one of the best comments on the whole story;

"And to all the people complaining: come on, it’s only television. If you find yourself complaining that someone spoiled the ending to your favorite TV show, AND that show is the XFiles, AND the spoilage was that the geeky subversives with whom you identify were killed: You really need to (re)evaluate your life. Put down the game comtroller, move out of your parent’s basement and cut the mullet. That *whoosh* you hear is life passing you by."

I’m off for a bracing walk and perhaps a discussion of the merits of iambic pentameter in modern prose. Tootle pip.

This link is for Ben and Emma. Ben, just bear in mind who is looking after your daughter this weekend, who knows what Unix tricks I can teach her in twenty four hours.

I would link to their web sites, or blogs, but apparently they are too busy leading fulfilling lives to indulge in such frivolity.

Just to prove to Craig that people do watch Rugby in this country, here is a shot of the Waratahs vs Brumbies match at Aussie Stadium last night. There were approximately 41,500 people there, not bad for a Saturday night in Sydney.

For those who are interested the Waratahs won, and its a good thing because it justified the pale blue hat that I wore all night (well, it was free). For those that are interested, there is a match report at the Sydney Morning Herald.

Its not much, but I have just added a new page to the Photo Album. Say hello to the Easter Bunny Chronicles.

Just to bring a little light to all of this shade, Ally McBollocks has been cancelled. Cue unprecedented celebration across the globe as we are finally free of the worst television show ever produced.

I have a couple of thoughts today;

"If you pay peanuts, you get monkeys"

"Life is too short to put up with bad software or idiots"

I will let you decide which, if any, of them applies to you…

Oh bugger it, lets just follow Jonathons lead and call it meta-blogging. Anyway, after a few left turns and a couple of cul-de-sacs I’ve managed to solve the problems I mentioned in the previous post. This would all have been so much easier if I was using cascading style sheets properly. Never mind, the archive pages are all formatting properly now.

Of course this whole discussion is completely irrelevant to everyone but me. This comes up often in the wonderful wacky world of IT. You strive and suffer to fix a problem that no-one has noticed and would probably never come across, secure in the notion that if you know about it and do nothing it will blow up into the seemingly the single biggest issue that your organisation has ever encountered. So you work and work and finally fix it before this happens, and no one notices.

If you lived in my world you wouldn’t wonder why I’m a bitter man.

Useability testing is a great thing. It is a great shame that I don’t do any.

I was just idly navigating around this web site and noticed that if you press the "Archives" link to the left and select any month before January that the format is different to this page. Time to go hacking about in my templates again.

A teaser for the next couple of days, the saga of the Easter Bunny is coming to this web site soon. Let the anticipation begin.

It is my own fault really. When I agreed to fork out the cash equivalent of the GDP of a small country on an engagement ring I stupidly assumed that would be it. After all, didn’t my lovely fiance tell me that "the wedding rings will be much more reasonable".

Foolish, foolish, me.

She went to the jeweller yesterday. This isn’t your Michael Hill or Ratners sort of jeweller. This is the kind where you need an appointment. The kind that can only be described as reassuringly expensive. It didn’t help that the rock in the engagement ring is very nice, apparently there is no way she can possibly have a wedding ring without some little friends for it.

So the shopping list was one wedding ring for the lady, in platinum, with at least six embedded diamonds and one platinum wedding ring for the man. I selflessly volunteered to have none at all but was shot down in short order there. After much discussion with the nice man at the jewellers she got a quote. Surprisingly enough the price is suitably astronomic, as I am sure you have guessed by now.

But at least her ring will look very elegant as it clasps the micropohone at our Karaoke reception. That, however, is another story entirely.