Penalties not given by Mike Dean at Old Trafford. Continental Arsenal player denied a perfectly good penalty. United fans singing that despicable, odious song. How they bleat when people sing about '58.
RVP terrorises woodwork up and down the country. Abou Diaby must have had a cat cross his path while walking under a ladder breaking mirrors.
Rooney's penalty was genuine, no argument there.
On a good note, I think the loss was harsh. They never looked ahead (apart from the score obviously) in any part of the pitch. Of the two teams Arsenal edged both halves I thought. We certainly didn't deserve to lose it. Not happy at seeing Eboue diving again. I hoped he'd lost that aspect - he won't win total redemption until he loses it once and for all.
I long to see a footballer, not kissing the sky, crossing themselves or thanking God. Just once I'd like to see an FSM vest.
It was funny seeing 5 minutes of OT being awarded against United. It was less funny seeing RVP score and having it discounted for off-side. So unfunny AW kicked a bottle and got sent to the stand. That's how it appeared to me anyway. He had some balls to go up and stand where he did, right in front of the Utd fans. It was daft to send him off after 94 minutes or whatever it was though.
Despite the loss they never really threatened us. It was a damned good display by the Arsenal. Even after succumbing to a horrible OG the teams heads never went down and they continued right up to the end of the game. United, to their credit didn't try to run the clock out time-wasting - though the crowd shat their collective pants when that five showed up on the board.
Of the two, only one team scored in open play - Arshavin's coolness, being denied an iron-clad penalty then coming back and scoring a sweet goal demonstrated the class of the man.
I just hope the six cards - there will be disciplinary repercussions anyway - don't come back to haunt us in other ways with players missing. Particularly Sagna and Eboue that could have been avoided. Thanks again Mike Dean. Bunker-mentality shaping again at the Arsenal.
Good display and we never deserved to lose. We'll be back, but for now...
A small row waged on a site where I left a comment- it has one of those systems where you get copied eternally with every subsequent comment - about Capitalized Headers. I don't know if they meant all CAPS or Title Caps, either way, anxious to please, I opted for the understated.
You can give me your considered opinion in the comments. Or tell me to go f*ck myself. To be honest I'd just bask in the attention. Go on! Indulge ME!
Several of my twitterers (sort of a new project - I have e-books don't ya know!) - on a bit of a mental crack whore bitch vibe were complaining they had ordered the Windows Update, sorry, $29 Snow Leopard new OS from Amazon and not received it. I'm too inebriated to do the time conversion but it was late teatime GMT so prolly mid-morning California. You gotta love dem FAN BOYS!
I received an additional Windows update this week - cost me nothing, delivered on the QT. Resented it as it was a mandatory reboot.
Bitching aside, one guy (yes you JB) said Photoshop now loaded in 2 seconds. Yes you heard that right. Just from a Digg feed, Adobe users bitching. Not JB though. On a non-fanboy take, it does sound a bit like a reboot rather than a simple update. On the subject of pomaceous cyphers, I read Apple staff were underwhelmed to have Mr Jobbs back at the helm. Search out the links for yourself. Start with popurls.
On the subject of unpopular figure-heads, Michel Berkley-Hunt Platini has got himself extra headlines giving his two-penneth on Eduardo. Frankly I am livid. When did the post-game, retropective, video evidence, referee enter the rules of the game. If they did, I apologise. I missed that rule change. Obviously when Chelski players assault referees they will suffer an international ban at the very least, or be ignored. Or not, or nothing else said. But then Drogba doesn't have a cannon on his shirt. Or how did fally-over Ronaldo manage to go a whole season without the slightest suggestion of UEFA condemnation, let alone match bans.
Staying with Champions League, when Dirk Kuyt went down with the haste of a binge-drinking teen on a Saturday night, where was Platini, the Scottish FA et al then? Nowhere, that's where. Where did the cries to ban him from Europe come form? Nowhere.
If you have anything to do with the piss-poor losers of the Scottish FA; if you are Michel Platini or any of his gravy-train riding cohorts, if you aer the talentless hacks that pass themselves off as the national press. Grow some. Dare to stand up and point this out as the jingoistic, xenophobic witch-hunt it so patently is. Frankly, that this has been brought in retrospectively disgusts me.
Where were you when Owen went to ground? Or Rooney? Pires? Where were you when every Italian defence ever has wrapped their arms around the attacking team on a corner? You should be ashamed of yourselves, not giving interviews, but hiding you faces. Shame on you.
You may have heard it sung from time to time; but we won the league, in Manchester; at Old Trafford to be precise. I really don't have a clue where I would lay a Florence on this game. Cesc is out and Eduardo has this hanging over his head - and every ref will listen to the bleating of the telly and take every assault as an attempt to con them - thanks Matt Smith you See Nut.
The PFA should defend Eduardo. Because of this bile, he is now subject to the likes of Taylor (notice the attempts to sanitize the aggressor by calling him 'Tiny'.
Tiny Taylor footballing thug - Yep, it has a certain ring to it. That strike was pre meditated. I don't think there is anything to suggest Eduardo took to the field looking to cheat anyone. I honestly don't believe Taylor to have been on the pitch without 'instructions' to 'knobble' Eduardo.
He-hee! I was tweeting the guts out of the Champions League draw. Delivering club by club updates badly; ignoring the fact that anyone who had Twitter would most likely have access to the UEFA site and the live, graphically whizzy, draw. But they might not and they might have been interested.
What a draw it was for the Arsenal though. As I tweeted, I don't think Arsene Wenger could have stipulated any better group. I haven't read the 'official comment' or even the 'informed comment', but I don't think any gooner can be in the least disappointed with it. Of course if we go on and win it, all and sundry will point out, repeatedly, ad infinitum, how we had the easiest group. How (if my request is heard) we had a relatively easy quarter-final. They're sure to bring that penalty up, again. We won't care though. Man Utd won it when they didn't even qualify as champions for the Champions League. I don't think it spoiled their party too much.
Group H: Arsenal, AZ Alkmaar, Olympiakos, Standard Liege.
Not that I am fortunate enough to count myself among their number, but the travelling faithful should have a fairly easy time of it, with Easy jet even going to two out of three. Pleasant change with United having to cart their backsides to the steppes. Can't help grinning.
We'll see what Saturday tea-time brings. Come on Burnley, Bolton and Birmingham by the way. If Coyle can pull this one off I'll be surprised. Megson and Mcleish will end up empty-handed. Unless they draw the O's away in a cup, I predict Birmingham will get no points in London this season. I wonder what are the odds?
Citeh made hard work of Palace this evening and from what I heard on 5Live it sounds like that lot from the wrong end of the Seven Sisters Road will have more of a shout for Europe than the Caliphate of Eastlands.
Villa meanwhile got dumped out of Europe, giving them the freedom to concentrate on the league. Shame for a club with such rosy European memories. Don't know why but I wouldn't be surprised to see Villa win the Carling Cup this season.
Not a bad double that, Birmingham no (league) points in London and Villa to win the Carling. While I think about it, how would such a bet work in the US? Would it work? I remember value falling like bricks from the on-line bookies after the US government threatened with all sorts if they didn't prevent US access. Are Yanks able to bet on stuff like this? I believe they have some sort of track bookies, but I don't think you could put a tenner on the boat race there. Just wondering. Fill your boots in the comments if you are so inclined.
After reading about the horrific CIA torture of Iraqis, depriving the average American of the human right (it should be - a human right) to stick a Jackson on Fulham drawing away at Villa Park probably pales into insignificance. Only so few Americans seem to care.
Away from the beautiful game, I read that malware, not for the first time, was being recorded on Macs. A botnet had been established on the platform a month or so ago and more was turning up. The article cited the increasing popularity as the single reason for upturn in infection. Quite literally a victim of its' own success.
I don't know if this is a bigger worry or not. From personal experience, I know people who have gotten a Mac so they don't have to worry about 'all that virus stuff'; silver surfers included in that list. It strikes me that these same people could suffer identity fraud or botnetting at the least and do nothing to protect themselves, believing they are safe because they opted for fruit-based computing. We will see, no doubt.
I've been searching and reading up on my blog marketing stuff today as well. Which is good.
Oh yeah. I Stumbled and thumbed-up some stuff from Edinburgh; podcasts from The Guardian. Most impressed, a very pretty (if the biog pic is to be trusted) young lady asked to 'friend me' there as well. Don't think it had much to do with podcasts though. It was a discovery, but as they were available on IdiotTunes (I truly hate that awful service) I doubt I exactly brought them to a wider audience. However, (IT'S NOT REDUNDANT) as you know I like my tunes. I'd plug an affiliate but I'm probably not allowed. I was playing today and I thought ' God, where else could anyone hear Greece - Three Drives, Glen Campbell - Wichita Linesman and Green Day all in the same space?' Pretty bloody diverse - I wish internet radio was viable - then you could hear it too.
This is irrelevant though, because almost every song you know and most of my library is actually all just the same song over and over. They've been on Radio 1 and they're at The Fringe. I discovered them off of MetaCafe' I think. If you haven't seen this it's quite an eye opener. Awesome in fact.
If you think that there's anything original left...
Not much of a post tonight. Football first, and the Arsenal did what was required and secured their place in the group stages of the European Champions League. I watched it on ITV and the commentators, Tyldesley and Begley with Matt Smith in the studio waffled on and on about, what was a very dodgy pen. To my mind they were already biased in favour of Celtic and Eduardo's dive meant they just went on and on. Any mention of the two games against Liverpool where we were denied a perfectly good penalty and suffered a blatant dive? Not a word. Football on ITV is crap. The only thing going for it is it's free. Somewhat surprisingly, Tyldesley didn't quite manage to squeeze in any references to 'that night in Europe'. Early days though.
(Eduardo puts away the penalty)
It's a bloody good job we play such wonderful football. Otherwise they would only slag us off rather than have to finish each piece of derision with how wonderfully we move the ball etc.
The first of which, Celtic's awful away shirts. Had someone told them there was psychological advantage to looking like a demented wasp? Did they do them for a laugh? The dreadful result of signing sponsor deals. This will sound like 'a friend of a friend', but I read (on Arseblog I think) that someone had spoken to someone who was involved with looking at the mock-ups of new strip design for Arsenal and (I think it was the white one) whatever we were left with was the most sane of a bad bunch. Perhaps that is what happened at Parkhead and the wasp look was favourable to pink tartan or something. I will never ever wear a white Arsenal shirt. Nike took over Umbro, how come they didn't get any tradition in the deal?
Second of my considerations brought to the table following the fourth victory of the season (I like writing that) was my first sight of Flood. I wasn't watching the match in HD; in fact it was so far from HD it wasn't until I saw a close-up of Song late on that I even realised it was raining. This and my deep lack of familiarity with Scottish football drew me to the conclusion that William 'Willo' Flood, much to my amusement, was a shoe-in for Jasper Carrot.
To support this ludicrous and entirely non-footballing claim, I set about the task of locating a suitable biog photo of both parties to do a side by side comparison, thus proving my point to the masses (choke - yes you, you qualify as a mass). Bloody trouble I had finding a picture of young Mr Flood. Google Paulo Wanchope and you can't move for flattering polaroids, not so their Willo. So, without further ado, begging your indulgence (saucy bottoms one day, comedy photos the next! I spoil you lot) I present my evidence: Willo Flood and Jasper Carrot - separated at birth.
Jasper Carrot - 'Willo' Flood
See? Amazing similarity, yes?
Away from the footie and my crime family concerns, the main theme of my search for inspiration seems to have been net neutrality and the internet itself. It seems the Americans have a vote soon. If it is anything like the health care debate, the telcos will probably sell new neutrality as a form of spreading communist terror and enlist someone who thinks Africa is a country to talk nonsense about it. If we get a 'Warner Bros web', one where paid providers content gets first class service it will kill off the internet once and for all and turn it into a crap chute. Land of the brave, home of the free, death of the internet.
Whenever I have had a mountain of work, old chum, I have always done this. Pissed about. Put off the inevitable. An almost involuntary stress reaction, the more work the more pissing about. With every additional click the monkey on my back has scratched at me, reminding me that there was stuff to be done.
I start this latest post, at almost exactly the time that I must get up and do something else that is time-dependant, meaning I must leave writing this post almost as soon as I have gotten around to starting it. I think it may be that I have identified the complexity of the subject and what seemed like a quirky comparison piece, because of the factual content has become a research chore and fact-checking legwork.
Let's start at the beginning shall we? A week ago (or about that) I picked up a piece from MSN via popurls about the most popular vehicles being sold under the gimmickily named Cash for Clunkers scheme. You can dig the piece out for yourself but I'm not going to link to it, as like all of their articles it's a perishing click-fest.
Well, I'm back and fully intend to soldier on. Where was I? Yes, the scrappage scheme allowances.
I was able to get quite goods stats for the US market, it was nothing like as easy for the UK market. Reading back over my notes, it was the best part of three weeks ago that I got my figures, so if there has been drift please forgive me. The American scheme, after being topped-up and extended, ended yesterday. Form what I have read it incentivised buyers outside the scheme as well those with a trade-able 'clunker'. The expressed concern of the US automotive trade is that it will mean their closing quarters will be extremely quiet because 'everyone who is going to buy a car will have bought one' and the fear that the only people buying a car will be if their existing one dies.
The scrappage scheme in the UK is expected to roll on a while yet, mid-Autumn being the expected time the funds allocated for the subsidy will be exhausted. While American dealerships are bemoaning the slowness with which they receive their payments, I read UK manufacturers have yet to receive a penny.
Now what kind of pricked my interest was the idea that Mr & Mrs America were trading their gas guzzler for something smaller and more economical. Intrigued I poked about to see what these economical vehicles actually were. Before I make my comparisons, the UK Road Tax is undergoing year-on-year change with more polluting vehicles (like the ugly beast below) undergoing significant increases to their annual taxation, with less polluting vehicles enjoying a reduction.
Unpopular as I gather it is, this pollution tax appears to be having a direct effect on purchases, made glaringly obvious when you see the purchases made by nations separated by petrol taxation, the Atlantic and a common language.
I've had a quick hunt around and the stats I can find link back to the original ones I located in early August. Apologies if they are radically different but unless manufacturers dreadfully underestimated demand of a particular vehicle they should still be there or there abouts. Here is a table what I made but can't seem to format nicely...
There are one or two things that should be noted. The asterisks denote where I've taken a lower than best figure for consumption. The UK figures are the best-selling model of the manufacturer in it's ranked position, I suspect overall the Fiesta is probably the best-selling individual model.
I'm not going to win any statistician of the year awards, but I'm not sponsored by a major automobile producer or an economics unit either. Even if I were I would still feel obliged to point out what an ugly ugly 70's throw-back the Toyota Camry is.
All of the vehicles on the US list were quoted as 1.8 to 2.5l engines, with the exception of the Fit which was listed as a 1.5. Which I thought for a 1500 was poor consumption. Currently the US seems most up in arms over Obama's health care reforms, I doubt if he'd survive the sort of measures like upping the tax on fuel or a pollution levy on big engines.
Thinking back to my 'end of civilization piece, I feel slightly despairing. There's no moral high-ground to be taken. For a start the number of big black thundering new Navaras with an mpg that sees it embarrassed by the Cobalt. Bugger! I just looked up the Cobalt and GM claim 37 mpg. So it might be a typo (on the original) above.
Getting back to my despair, the only reason the UK market is moving toward more small cars is because it's not cost effective to do anything else. Mr & Mrs English Moneybags or George Petrol-Head will continue to flaunt their wealth and consume like there is no tomorrow and unless the crude production slows and forces prices up in the US, they'll do the same. Have and have-not motoring until the oil runs out.
I wish the Obama regime had been more creative with their subsidy and made it dependant on the new vehicles fuel economy. Mind you, that would probably have ruled out all of the US-produced cars, so wouldn't have been the most popular of policies.
So another opportunity to wean our collective selves off oil falls by the wayside.
I have spent entirely too much time on Mafia Wars today to the detriment of almost everything else. Somewhat disturbingly I went outdoors, which every time this happens gets more frustrating. I took NoozeHoundette for a bike ride to her Nan's on her new bike. It was bloody hot.
So the rest of my internet travels were merely morsels that tempted me...
I recoiled in horror at the thought of drinking beer, in a pub in one of these. BBC story here.
Okay, I accept that at a function or in a sports stadium, these things are a necessary evil. I understood when Thatcher continued her attack on the working-class by forcing the breweries hand and closing hundreds of pubs and preventing us from having a beer in sight of the ground, basically because she hated us. When did this government decide that the pub trade was it's sworn enemy?
Clicking on, I for one will admit to wanting an iPhone but not being able to justify the cost of such an expensive toy. This article illuminated the TPO (total pain of ownership) to me. Of course no-one in the UK owns up to such hell, or it may be they just don't own it up to me. Cracked screens and no forwarding aside, the owners I know are still in lurve. Elsewhere, on Digg I think, I saw an item about mobile telly not really taking off. This does and doesn't surprise me. I remember the Casio mini tellys. They never really caught on to the masses. When the mobile telly buzz came up I couldn't see the appeal. In an era of ever bigger home TVs, why would someone want to experience their TV on a three and a half inch screen? Furthermore, if you can watch it on that massive widescreen for free the idea of paying for streamed content just seemed extravagant bonkers. However I know of kids that will send "what" as a text message, even on PAYG rates. So what them young 'uns would waste their money on is anyone's business.
I learned a new word as well, which is nice. Dysphemic, which you can read all about here. If you can't be arsed though, it a euphemism but 'dissing' rather than 'nicing.' It's how Republican politicians and 'hockey moms' deliver comment and Fox news do their political reporting.
I loved the cockney cash machine that they mention here, though I don't understand why I didn't discover it from a UK site. When I returned to get the url for you I saw this and had to bring it. Apart from anything else, it was cute, clever and chance to put a saucy picture on my blog legitimately.
I would disagree with the comment the site posted on the picture. They would work very well in an English summer because you would only need an hour or so in the sun for the tattoo to 'develop'. Not putting too fine a point, past two days aside, we've not had much more than an hour or so of sun this summer, proving my point exactly.
Next, I came across this (not in a pron sense - I love technology but in a much more wholesome sense) which is interesting and clever. A fine pairing that, like free and beer, another of my favourites. Roll VT!
If, unlikely though it is, you've arrived here as a result of following me on Twitter, liking my tunes - normally the way I get new followers - and wanting a little bit more NoozeHound, you will have noticed the drop in NoozeHound tunage. NoozeHoundette's demands on the telly mostly. Normal service will be resumed shortly, only there's an average film on Channel 5 at the minute and there was a good few on last night too.
I thought Villa were off the pace after losing at home to Wigan and away in Europe. They put paid to that idea tonight but reinforced things aren't quite right at Anfield. Early form suggests to me, Chelski as favourites with us nipping at their heels. Early days yet though, see what the weekend brings.
Scousers particularly, after the recent results...
I realised, thinking back on my drunken ramble below, quite how long it takes me to transcribe these diatribes. This one will be brief however.
England regained The Ashes. Hurrah!
Not only that, (and quite why I neglected to mention last night is a mystery) but Arsenal made a good fist of it on Saturday and beat Pompey 4-1. Seeing the Gallas incident on M-o-t-D, hats off to Steve Bennet. I thought Gallas took the defender out for one. Abou Diaby scored a rather spiffing brace. Not one of my favourites, but the boy done good.
Despite this wonderful start, P2 W2 10 2 +8, and marvelling at the silky skills on display, I'm not quite sold yet. In both games we've not kept a clean sheet. Our main striker has only scored one of those ten. Everton were as bad as we were good. Portsmouth. I felt, didn't look killed-off so to speak. It may simply be that they kept trying, didn't let their heads drop, and so on, but I was looking for Arsenal to really kill them off. It worried me that if it were better opposition would they have crept back into it. I much prefer these big margins than Arsenal putting me though it and giving away leads as they have done before. The lot down the road won as well, to take the sheen off a bit.
I must be honest with you, dear reader, I didn't think you would be hearing one's voice this evening.
Last night I rolled out a new discovery (necessity is the mother of invention) to Mrs NoozeHound. My measures are approximate and if you are familiar with my earlier posts (ha fucking ha) you will be well aware of why I celebrate Christmas at this time of year. Well, continuing said trend, I discovered in the week (but saved for inebriational consumption) a new cocktail. As mentioned, measures are approximate, but raid the drinks cupboard for Stone's Ginger Wine and some form of Amaretto. Both hit the register at about 22% (average) and should be poured into a whiskey tumbler 50/50 to make a rather pleasant leftovers drink. Feel free to swap the ginger wine and almond liqueur manufacturers - it's leftovers for Chris' sakes! Strong enough, on top of a half a bottle of Chardonnay Verdellho to make Mrs NoozeHound throw her toys way out of her pram using a newly configured Ubuntu laptop (regular readers (ha-ha-ha) may be interested to hear I think it is suffering from the T41 manufacturing fault) and then stropping off to bed. So Aussie White wine + an Almond Stoner (my quickly dubbed nomenclature for the newly created cocktail) will lead to either a hot amenable chick or a stroppy and petulant life partner - 'your women', you decide.
As I said I thought you would be reject-less this Saturday night. Well, having downed half a bottle of Aussie white, followed by half a bottle of Limoncello and a few generous slugs of available Amontillado, it was a reasonable conclusion.
We have watched a plethora of British comics this evening, including but not limited to Michael Mcintyre, Jimmy Carr and Ricky Gervais - well I have, Mrs NH dozed off allowing me to slip off and blog you. All were very funny. I don't know if they translate, if they do , they are national treasures; if not, well, change your outlook, they're funny.
If you are able to find a bottle of Waitrose (other supermarket produce is available) Amontillado, and are fortunate to be in a a domicile wherein Bols Peppermint Green is co-habiting , mix the two 66/33 and proceed to get wankered.
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Channel surfing, on the back of bad advice, I find myself watching V high-lights. When I touched down on the station airing it, Dizzee was playing (the one before 'Holiday') and it struck me. He was playing to an almost segregatedly white audience. There was an interview with Pixie Lott and it emerged she was in the audience the previous year. 'No shit Sherlock!' I gaze upon her white and blonde diminutive figure in the interview cart followed by appearance footage. No shit, V looks like (and on close-up I did see some mixed race guys) a white people festival in the extreme. So much so I would think about instituting special task forces to exclude racist groups!
No pictures or video today, so popular blogging screams 'FAIL'. I really would love a comment and if you have anything to add to what I have said I'd be honoured to debate it with you and tell you you are wrong - or not, but I have to hear you first.
Killers headlining so I'm going to look away.
The live version of 'Human' is pants (love the song), frankly, but you had to be there. I loved Amy Winehouse & The Specials though.
This story reminded me of a book I read, half remember as the Starkconspiracy, but I may be wrong and it may have simply been a similar theme around the same time I read Stark.
The image conveyed in that book (or if not, whatever other novel it was in) of plague ships, endlessly criss-crossing international waters, unable to enter port as no government would give shelter to them or their cargo of lethal toxins the exporter had tried to dump on some poor unsuspecting sod. I'm paraphrasing, in essence the sword of Damocles’ hung over these ships as, unable to dock, they would simply circulate until they fell apart. This horror was worsened when I read a few years ago how whole containers fall from ships so frequently that they present a danger to shipping. The steel containers slip from deck (how do things that weigh several tons 'slip'?) but because of the way they are filled, sit in the ocean about 20 feet down, like bloody great steel rectangular icebergs. No-one seems to collect them to salvage them and they sit there until they sink or break up. Now imagine they are a container from one of the death ships...
Later on, after more seeking of new and challenging opportunities, I thought I do a little stumbling.Fairly early on I came across this intriguing statement...
"Dear Reader,
Civilization as we know it is coming to an end soon."
It's from 'Life After the Oil Crash'. It is the start of a slightly heavy-duty but explanatory piece on the fuel problem. I think I got the stumble because I'd thumbed-up a piece about a brilliant new ceramic battery. I use the phrase fuel problem somewhat loosely. You can read the article for yourself here. It was only when I went back to research and attribute that I discovered they are a survivalist group, the discovery of which made me distance myself somewhat. Who knows we might all be raising chickens yet.
I must admit, however, that a lot of what I read made very good sense. Where I live, here in the UK, I rarely experience any sort of power cuts. I would estimate we have one roughly every eighteen months and it last about twenty minutes, usually as a result of a sudden and very heavy down pour. The paper is written about the world but from a US experiential view. I could still appreciate that without necessary infrastructure investment, if the local sub-station went down as a result of heavy rain, were it and all of it's connective cabling, meters, etc not maintained, it may well simply not come up as it always had done previously.
I am neither an economist or an energy expert.A few questions were coming to mind, particularly in light of what I had read earlier in the day. They being, what difference to the modelling would 'green' energy make and what effect the combined cost of the bail out would have.
Partially answering my own questions, I would guess alternative sources of energy make bugger all's difference because currently they are too small a percentage of the whole.Neither can wind-generated electricity produce agrochems or any of the myriad other uses that we presently have for oil. Another element of the report is a figure that was arrived at a few years ago that would be required to maintain the infrastructure. Once again this did not seem unreasonable as I have read elsewhere the poor state of the US power grid. More questions though: If it would cost 15 trillion to shore up the generation and delivery system would that sum still be achievable in light of the worlds governments using large swathes of reserve cash to bail out the financial systems and the motor manufacturers? Conversely, as manufacturing has taken a major hit around the world has oil consumption decreased sufficiently to delay the onslaught of the precipice? Has China's new found love of the motor car hastened it? What about OPEC and their limiting of production to maximise it's value - what effect will that have?
Well, if nothing else, it made me think. After that, particularly noting the predicted dates it made me a little depressed; not for me but my NoozeHoundette. She will just about be coming of age when the shit hits the fan - which will be one of the few benefits of no power, it not being flung everywhere.
When I read about the new super battery I posted a comment stating how I hoped it would be rolled out in the very near future. It can't come soon enough really can it?
On the subject of thinking I was listening to BBC Radio 1 and BBC Radio1Xtra this morning. I know Radio1's target demographic is, what 12- 25, despite the under 18s not being counted in the figures; other than people who 'like black music' I have no idea the target age of 1Xtra. Either way, why do they have to deliver the news like they are on John Craven's Newsround? Dumbing down would be doing it a service. \\Rant off.
Now it may be that the scientists and experts quoted in the initial article and the more in-depth linked one are all nut cases, but sadly, I doubt it.
I was working for a company that had a small involvement in Bear Stearns at the time it collapsed. It wasn't responsible in anyway, just a supplier. I remember discussing with my then boss that I was convinced a recession was approaching and he agreed. I sort of have the same feeling about this report too.
So, if you have nothing better to do, toodle off and read those articles. Then come back and sit beside me and well gaze down the side of the Olduvai Cliff together.
I'm loving deceitful robots. I think I discovered it via StumbleUpon, but I was very impressed. Chess playing is nothing, poker playing robots is much more exciting. Naturally they'll look like Yul Brynner and be especially bad-ass (not a term I'm very happy with but it does work).
Yul Bryner not happy with the flop
We would have to amend Asimov's laws to include not killing human players or dealers if you're not entirely happy with your hand, but endless fun nonetheless.
Stompy stompy robots* stopped me from posting last night as well. Returning home from NoozeHoundette's birthday meal at her favourite Chinese buffet, I flopped in front of the telly, flipped to BBC3 and caught the end of an old episode of Dr Who, followed by Dr Who confidential. Included in the episode was footage of Cybermen (*Cyborgs are not robots per se but the lazy metaphor will suffice for my excuse) in training, much as they are in this clip because I can't find the actual episode...
So there I am, prostrate on the floor, fit to burst, bloated with Special Fried Rice and Carlsberg Export - prevented from updating my blog by Cybermen. That's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Vegging through Anchorman and Family Guy double-bill had nothing to with it.
Scanning through Popurls, an item on Newsvine about ageing superheroes caught my eye. The article wasn't much and there were only two comments, so I posted the thought that had entered my head when I read the item, that being Hollis Mason and Sally Jupiter. I wrote her proper name and had to get the spelling. Sat in front of a PC, Google was quicker than getting up and checking the book. Big mistake. Too many links to new footage and unreleased scenes. A quick spelling check was derailed into a twenty minute video refresher with the Mason death scene the main highlight.
I know Alan Moore disowned it; I know that end change was unnecessary as were the dropped things like the sugar lumps and such; I know the soundtrack was almost comedic, I still think it was awesome though.
The only other comic book aficionado I have spoken to on the subject also thought the film excellent. I have a bet with myself it will go on to be one of the best selling DVD releases of the year.
Finally, although my track listing will be updating to the right of this article (E, W & F - Spread Your Love) I can barely hear it. I got caught out by a much louder track that boomed through the speakers about forty minutes a go and have turned it right down to 'almost audible'.
I down-loaded a normalizer last week. I was originally looking for a normalizer plug-in for Winamp (I used to have one pre-AOL) but ended up downloading a free normalizer program. Reading the side of the tin, it turns out that the program runs across your music collection resetting the volume (Mobb Deep just threatened another rampage through the house) on each and every file. I ran it, accepting the defaults but opting for analyse only. The default appears to be set quite high, judging from the scale, but I get one after the other 'red files'. Red files being those where there are break-through levels of sound. I imagine all of the highs and shrieks and wails getting cut from track after track. My bottle goes and I stop it. Does anyone have a de facto version of what a variety of styles of music are like after the process? It said it's all reversible and doesn't harm the track, but moving files shouldn't lose all your bookmarks either should it?
The bumf says if it's too quiet I can do it again. 15,000 files to listen to individually to see if they're too quiet.
On a good note, another win for the mighty Arsenal. From the bits I saw, between Sky shutting the coverage down, it looked pretty one-sided and no matter how unlucky the commentators - who sounded unbelievably Celtic-centric - would have you believe, I don't think the hoops were really at the races. Can't really see them scoring four at The Emirates so it's fairly well job done. A moment of sympathy for Caldwell who scored what is likely to turn out to be a *£20M OG.
(* Estimated difference in revenue between Champions League qualification and Europa League)
After a cutting remark from Mrs NoozeHound with regard the speed,or lack of it, from the PC when opening an Excel file, it gnawed away sufficiently for me to acknowledge that I should probably give it a tune-up, or a defrag at least. Now this presents something of a problem because using smartdefrag or XP native defrag, I still fail to get decent results because of the lack of space on the disk. Long story, but while SATA prices have been tumbling by the day to about a fiver per terrabyte, my 17Gb SCSI drive and a secondary or larger replacement seem to have gotten more expensive. Consequently, while I have a server with 500GB I am still squeezed-up on the workstation.
Solution. Move all of the documents and settings off onto the server, perform a defrag then move them back. I already had just over 10% free, so moving off another two and a half gig should see the defraggers do their thing and return some order. So I put FastCopy to work moving the data from local Documents & Settings to the server. Ran the defrag, then ran a Windows defrag for good measure. Despite it's name, moving 2.5GB over 100Mbs was anything but fast. Likewise moving it all back afterwards.
While I was waiting I thought I would put the time to good use. I have an IBM laptop that has taken to going video-wonky. It seemed like there was some kind of loose connection (illogical as that should be) because pressure applied to the case between the touch-pad and the hdd location caused the display to flicker and either work or disappear altogether.
As I said, FastCopy wasn't being especially fast, less so by being delayed while my software firewall paused it (silently) waiting for me to confirm the unauthorised start-up changes. So I had the laptop apart, all the screws and screw covers to look for this illogical loose connection. Keyboard and touch-pad lifted and there it was, clear as day, no loose connection. So I put it all back together again. Mrs NoozeHound had also complained that the laptop was hardly setting speed records either. 769MB running XP should be enough, but it isn't lightening. After tapping it a little I got video again and decided to swap out the HDD for another I had and install Ubuntu on it.
Jaunty Jackalope installed and I'm doing the post-installation stuff, Flash, repositories, the usual list.
Perhaps doing these things side by side may not have been the wisest course of action.
The workstation had lost all the program entries (which by now had finished copying without error). I looked, and yes, all of the files had copied back. Oh, I'll reboot I thought. That was probably the bigger mistake. I rebooted, still nothing and all the accounts have the chessboard icon and the admin account is showing in the list. Oh-oh, Jungo! On closer inspection all of the files were in place, just not the right place. I had created a mapped location and copied them to a drive letter, I copied them back to where they had come from, even copying the text from the from field. Everything was sitting comfortably in C:\Documents and Settings\Documents and Settings\All Users.
Fuck It.
When I fired up Opera all of my bookmarks were gone. All of the recent web marketing stuff - missing.
I went to the wrong location and copied back everything I was able to the right location. It would have been fine had I not rebooted first then started the programs. No separate bookmark file, no backup, no favourites.
The laptop is still touchy about it's video and a firm hand on it's bottom (oo-er missus) will see it go off altogether. All in all rather a large number of very unproductive hours.
In the middle of it all, a courier brought a new birthday bicycle for NoozeHoundette - which had been ordered in good time, confirmed by Amazon to have failed to meet delivery and estimated as being a month late then telling me yesterday it had been dispatched then arriving today for her birthday tomorrow - which was more than a tad fortuitous.
It may have been a big cardboard box, but it had a picture accompanying the words 'Girls 20" Bicycle' pasted in a 10-inch square on the side of it. "Oh please Daddy! Please Daddy!"
Frankly, had she a fuller appreciation of the circumstances of my work so far that day she would have pleaded with me to enlist help in assembling her new pink delight. Fortunately for her the instructions were classified idiot-proof and she was practising up and down the road in no time.
Well, Celtic fans, whilst by no means done and dusted I don't fancy your chances.
Towards the end of last season I hit on a mildly rewarding betting strategy. It was never going to worry Paddy Power much, but it made football betting slightly better than the normal minuscule odds normally offered. Spread betting and exchanges just scare the crap out of me because I must confess to being something of a babe in the woods when it comes to the world of gambling.
Anyway, my beloved Arsenal, away at Everton, worried me sufficiently to avoid placing a wager of any sort. I needn't have worried, had I?
Liverpool would have rather messed things up though - which in hindsight would have made for a dead grumpy Sunday evening, made worse by Spurs winning.
So just as well I never put a bet on.
Thick and fast already. Celtic tomorrow, ECL Qualifier. Again (and this is terrible on my part - especially on the back of the video and Saturday) I'm not certain. It will be a very big game, that's for sure. If we continue our free-scoring habit (please O Footballing Gods) and bag a few at Celtic Park it will be much more comfortable back at the Grove.
It will be a fun night for anyone going. U2 are playing at Hampden and it's down as a sell out at Parkhead, so everyone will be packed into Glasgow like sardines. The Undertones are playing before the game - handy if you have a cousin called Kevin.
As Bono is alleged to be a Celtic fan, to everyone having a rubbish night at Hampden because Bono would rather be down the road, and then him getting all stroppy on account of getting the result fed through to him and being a bit under par and cutting his encores short cos he's got the hump about the result, to all of you guys, I hope you have a wonderful night. II not...
Welcome to the disappointment.
15 August 2009
This is so totally awesomely good, I had to re-post it. It gives me shivers it is so good. I saw it on Arseblog and just had to repost to bask it in its wonderful Gooner goodness...
Days, times of day, newspapers, Radio 5, TalkSport, sights, sounds, pubs (let's hope the new season saves at least a few of the ale houses from going to the wall too) - it all starts to take on meaning again.
Because of the internet I rarely pick up a paper, though I read The Guardian website daily. My Radio listening would rarely include R5L and I haven't tuned the tranny to TalkSport since the end of last season.
Saturday afternoons have meant nothing for weeks on end. It's been an especially quiet summer (crap weather) but very quiet.
Thisis already echoing in my mind, although today I probably won't be listening to it as I will be paying attention to an entirely different broadcast (http://www.espn.co.uk/schedule/)
Methinks they have a long way to go in terms of Premiership marketing.
I mentioned the Chelsea fan a week or so ago that suggested Arsenal would be fighting Citeh for fourth place. The media generally are likewise selling us down too. I look forward to them eating their words and hailing Wenger's Wonders as 'The New Invincibles' with mixed emotions. Fickle being the most apt word when it comes to them.
No post last night. After a few glasses of wine we found ourselves gathered around the old PC, downloading lyrics from the web and singing the nostalgic playlist frozen in time on the right into unconnected SingStar microphones - you sort of had to be there.
With a specific reference to any one writing Arsenal off this season...
I've been watching every video I can to try and absorb as much as possible of the paid content my 7-day trial allows.
In between I was googling something and noticed the ad for Lattitude.
It instantly struck me (which is perhaps some measure of NoozeHound) that it would be of most use to pimps tracking their girls. Secondly I considered drug-dealers looking to arrange personal supply. Of course it could be cabs, or pizza delivery or cheating spouses, but pimps and ho's and G's and N was what occurred to me first. Too much San Andreas I plead your honour.
I thought I'd found one hot niche today (that's neesh - as in quiche by the way Adam, not nitch as in ditch) having put it through the tests which all proved favourable; it turns out there is likely very little to write that hasn't already been written.
There are 4 e-books with ludicrously high conversion rates and I doubt I could come up with sufficient original material to fill another., let alone a mini-course and an audio-book!
Back to the drawing board.
It was quite exciting for a while there - the work was a little daunting but it was exciting nonetheless. I am dead tired now and have promised Noozehoundette I won't spend all day watching videos on the PC tomorrow. I just know the whole time I'm doing anything else I will be thinking how I wish I was on the net looking for my business opportunity.
Still no comments I notice.
Just came from Twitter where a rabid attack on the NHS seems to be going on fuelled I would say obviously by American Health Care company advocates. Release Barabbas.
I found a whole load of extra content today, 238 videos or something. There'll never be enough time to view them all. Interestingly they have someone else's name all over them. Perhaps they bought the content rights.
Too late, too knackered and webbed out - I've watched way too many flash videos today.
Sometimes we make The Simpsons look like the perfect nuclear family.
My 'friend' at Niche HQ can't pronounce viticulture, niche (obviously) and another of note (but slipped from memory) too.
They sent me, what was frankly, a shitty email. I paraphrase but the intent is identical:
YOU SIGNED UP. WE CHARGE YOU FORTY QUID ANY TIME SOON - WE WILL NOT NOTIFY YOU.
That pissed me off so I hunted around to cancel my subscription, anxious not to hand over $67 for a bunch of repetitive shite.
I started trying to get my bonus - the one I was promised for signing up. (There is some clandestine reason everything ends in a 7 by the way.)
Who would have thought a bunch of ebooks would take so much aggravation to get. Then it turned out only a few were $97 or $47 ebooks, half of them were bloody video courses that you can't download.
I think it would be fair to attribute Mercury as god of t'internet. If anyone has a better candidate feel free to comment. Until such time as he is usurped; Mercury smiled upon me and sent my way a bunch of temporary email accounts via Stumble. They were duly used to sign up for my fantastic bonuses. One of which was just about to launch classroom 2.0. Now where have I heard that before...?
Today I have mostly been listening to BBC Radio 1 and BBC Radio 1Xtra. Attending the boredom of Junior NoozeHoundette and more recently drinking Absinthe, Blue Curacao & Chambord. Isn't Christmas wonderful...?
How particularly wayward. Nothing for several days and very little to report.
One Mrs NoozeHound working remotely. One 9 mile cycle with NoozeHoundette - which is an awful lot considering her 9 miles was done on something very closely approximating the illustration above (sans stabilisers) and one hike around a local beauty spot and a wander round the forest.
You did cross my mind last night but I decided 'sod ya' and went on the PlayStation instead.
I have news on NPR. As soon as you get through the metaphorical door they are standing (metaphorically) with their hands out looking for more money. XYZ extra content is only available to Premium Members; step this way to sign up for Premium Membership...
I've still got my little motor piece; little piece on motors, not 'little motor' piece.
So, as you were undoubtedly fretting with regard my sudden and mysterious absence, you may now sleep soundly in the comforting knowledge I was exhibiting an unforeseen streak of tardiness I shall endeavour, henceforth, not to repeat.
I had an article I'd half prepared about a vehicular news item. I'd got together the facts as best I could and it relied on me just having to cobble an article around them. It was good stuff and I'll use it in the next day or so.
Later in the day I got myself delightfully (voyeuristically) embroiled in Eminem vs Mariah (and Nick Cannon*) spat. Wow! Are they some lyrical licks! Even I squirmed during 'The Warning', but as the artist says, "...if I’m embarrassing me, I’m embarrassing you..."
* I have to be honest I had no idea, other than 'Mr Carey', who Nick Cannon was. It would seem I missed him in MIB2.
Aside from protagonist loyalties, I'm loving 'Obsessed' as a tune.
However, neither are the theme of tonight's diatribe.
The 'Guess What?' refers to my web marketing obsession. Just before coming here, I dropped by alter ego's email account, following up on a forum thing (that's another story).
There (about bloody time) was not one, but two emails from NPC (he still can't pronounce niche by the way) telling me that I'd missed out and friends had pleaded with them and they didn't want me to miss out, yada, yada.
Long story short I had a final and a final final chance to sign-up.
Well,no surprise I paid my dollar and got my membership. I've downloaded my free content - me and (if their claimed figures are to be believed) 5,308 others, I should imagine.
Nearly 6,000 new sites selling exactly the same thing. They tell you to modify it, but what do you reckon?
Chances of success, roughly 1/6000/6,710,029,070/a cat-in-hells' chance!
The other thing I stumbled-on and read for a while was David Wong's Monkeysphere. So now, when you, dear reader, are not reading and not commenting, I know why.
You're out of my Monkeysphere, or more to the point I'm outside of yours.
The pity of it being that the nearest I came to any violence was the anger I felt at the unresponsive server hosting my Mafia game. Such has become my miserable existence, I spent a fair chunk of this evening refreshing so I could do yet another crime caper 'job'.
I was more than a tad put out by the other Don's attacking me in my absence, but I've taken a new line there; any bitch hit's me while I'm away and beats me, I take out a hit on them. There's no shortage of takers.
Whilst I would be happier if I actually saw their bullet-ridden corpse slumped in front of my profile page, I must be satisfied with seeing that a Hitman has taken up my contract.
The afternoon was not a great deal more productive as I searched for strategies and guidance for little one's Harvest Moon game on the DS. She had lost her way and consequently lost interest a little, so a restart, new game and FAQ & Strategy help was called for. What a complicated game! After an hour or so of searching it emerged that their are at least three versions of this game and the UK version has a different manufacturer and no books to boot.
Sad as it is, my best find of the day, despite a fair bit of stumbling (after the serious business of job hunting is concluded) was my first. Sad in respect that nothing topped it for the rest of the day.
I promise I shall work on my spaces, dear reader. Yes, of course I jest.
I went foruming last night. Is that a word, foruming? If not it should be. OED, take note.
Anyway, I went onto a forum I'd signed up for a week before my web marketing obsession (as advised by my other blog gurus) to join in and make myself known.
The forum hosts state that all are welcome and did welcome me when I wrote my introduction. I thought I would trawl through to get the feel of the place and join in where I could.
Because of the way their forum builds, I ended up with a whole page of comments, one after the other. I had responded to posts throughout the thread, but all of my replies were bulked embarrassingly together as if I was shouting "Oooh! OOh! Look at me!" Which wasn't really my intention.
To make it worse, the more I read, the more I realised that every other member of the site was fixed in one camp, while I was very firmly lodged in another.
Well, NPC's sign-up deadline came and went, but unbeknownst to them I was suffering the worst bout of sickness in living memory. I started throwing up at a round 04:30 and continued intermittently for the next five or so hours until my stomach was completely empty.
Not a pretty site.
It was very late morning before I was together enough to even sit in front of the computer, let alone switch it on. When I got around to my 'other' email account there they were. A few 'gentle reminders' that I was running out of time to sign-up for the $1 trial.
There was a mail from the other guy I sent my affiliate link to. He said he's signed-up and it looked pretty good. Whatever he learns I wonder if it will be anywhere as rewarding as for the affiliate that sent him there.
I wish him luck.
One thing I can't get over, they didn't offer their course to their affiliates. They stated how they had picked up 2,000 paying customers in the first launch - a large number of whom I suspect must be affiliates for this launch judging by the number of back-links. Oh I've answered my own puzzle there haven't I? 2,000 signed-up for NPC1 who went on to become the affiliates for NPC2.
Throw up single page sites that offer to give you the inside on the plan but really only back-link to the sign-up page ensuring you earn your commission via cookie tracking. You will have learned how to build the sites from our videos and we'll host them as part of your plan. Couldn't be simpler really could it?
They must give their members something that they want (or at least perceive that they want), I can't imagine people paying $800 for nothing more than the idea of value.
Oh well.
On a different not my Last.FM scrobbler has stopped listening to Winamp. Fucking thing. It would've been interesting reading too as I was giving junior a musical history of 70's pop, with an explanation of Punk and how and why it came about. I then continued being musically self-indulgent while she ran off to watch Tom & Jerry.
After I did my mornings exploring of new and exciting challenges (or job hunting as some folks call it) I set about trying to find anything more on, ideally an expose of, the epic $1 course I was receiving the hard sell for.
All I could find, page after page after page of what looked like explanations only to turn out to be misleadingly titled introductions to the landing page and initial video. I even found a Digg item proposing to reveal the truth about NPC scam. 'Aha' I thought, 'finally pay dirt'.
Nope, just another page repeating what the course contents are. So I carried on searching. Until I found the page where they were marketing the affiliation. Now it all dropped into place. Quite why they made the claim that you can earn $94K in one month seems a little baffling. By their own claims, if you could put through enough affiliate traffic and ultimate conversions, you could be collecting $100,000 for just 10,000 sign-ups.
I also found some discussion on a webmaster site that basically suggested that the content wouldn't be up to much if it was so easy and would not be genuine original knowledge as it wouldn't be from an expert or otherwise easily found on the web for free.
So rather than chucking up template niche sites, it seemed that affiliating with the program would yield better reward than actually sign-up for the 142 video tutorials. Despite all of this I still find myself considering the $1 offer, I have a few hours left!
Whatever else they may or may not be, their marketing, mispronounced and laden with typos, does seem to be very powerful.
Later it was all confirmed for me when my original sign-up sent me another newsletter, essentially 'fessing up. The newsletter pointed to a blog post that talked openly about the affiliate programs he was currently promoting and how and why he was doing it.
Well if nothing else it's given me content for my blog!
If you've read the on-going saga you'll be aware of how I've gotten to this point. I come here today fresh from reading how Twitter will be having sponsored Tweets. Internet marketing at its, what...? Best? Worst? Most tacky?
Internet marketing, to me, was something of a dirty word before I got into this and it hasn't really done a lot to improve that image.
To start I signed up to get a couple of free e-books, then recommended for a fantastic offer of a system and now tipped to sign up for an amazing program.
The first place I went wanted me to pay someone else $9.95 for something or the other, it was hard to quantify.
The second was Free. Zero dollars. No argument, there. I signed up and downloaded the e-books. Nice enough. It dawns on me, 'is this what the second program told them to do?'
Is my initial sign-up merely a graduate of and pimp for the second?
So, once my PDFs are in-hand, I receive my newsletter suggesting I visit this fantastic site for 5 free videos (I only count four by the way). Eager to discover the secret to riches (but I'll settle for a reasonable income) I zoom over, watch the video and sign-up again. If I sign up for 1$ I can join the program for a 7-day trial.
Staring blankly it strikes me again, there are promises of x-amount of crafted content and seminars and webinars and videos and books and coaching - but how much could I readily access, digest or use in just 7-days? Enough to just get to grips with it before ...kerching! Subscription time.
As I said yesterday, even proving to myself degrees of impropriety and apparent levels of success far different to those paraded, I still wanted to sign.
WARNING: RUDE WORDS & ADULT THEMES ARE DISCUSSED NEXT. INNOCENT OR EASILY OFFENDED PEOPLE SHOULD LEAVE NOW - A POOR AND CRUDE JOKE FOLLOWS...
The theme to my (apologies if they are not accurately recalled) jokes is of never-ending supply. If you had an item that would never run-out and could generate no cache through rarity (e.g A Rolls Royce) what possible reason would you have to limit its' availability; frankly, you wouldn't.
Oh sure, it would be in your interest to suggest such a limit, first 2,000, last 8, etc, but you'd be a fool to turn anyone away. Oh yes, and you use automatic sales letters, 'silent sales machines', to generate and mail the email letters. And you describe to me how you do it!
Back to Free. Were I to sign-up, it would thus far cost me $1, probably, say, 65 pence in reality*.
I discovered and had confirmed it will also cost me $67 a month, or $804 a year (approx £42 or £480 for the year). But lets stick to the short-term.
Wait. The one dollar is refundable. But 7-days must be calculated to be just long enough to get (me) hooked. Why tell me about subscription fees if you think I'll quit after a week. What? You don't expect me to quit after a week? $68 dollars it is then.
Last night I received another email from my original sign-uppers. A social networking course from an exotic-sounding lady for the minuscule sum of $897 (£535) or $994 (£590) on terms.
Oh, wait. The real price is £2497/£1,500 for the 10 week course (or more on terms).
But I was going to learn how to generate social media traffic from the first plan wasn't I?
"Even if you're a little concerned about the price..." Fuck yeah! Naturally this offer is also limited and only going out to a few people, close friends, yada yada.
'Negative people need not apply' - core sales technique; attack the inner worthlessness.
'I want winners on my team' - loving that psychological pressure.
Then the bombshell turns up in my mailbox.
It's all over. I'm too late. My 'five-video secondary site' is closing me out.
No. It's just the subject line.
"This is the email you will get if you don't sign up NOW!."
If I act really quickly I can still get the super bonus 'stack' of e-books (those limitless downloads with ludicrous prices and snappy internet marketing titles - THAT YOU KEEP TELLING ME IS THE WAY FOR ME TO MAKE MONEY ON LINE) before it's too late.
Full circle.
Back to the social media lady - how's that gonna work? If Twitter are marketing their own marketing tweets?
Also, on the subject of change, how will the magical automated Adwords tool cope with Google's 'Are you human?' routine? Not very well I would guess.
So now, in poker terms, it's a dollar to see them. The brunette chick is playing for higher stakes and priced me out of the game. I have a little time left before the other offer runs out; down to hours.
"You got to know when to hold 'em Know when to fold 'em (soundbwoys) Know when to walk away Know when to run.. (hey, hey, hey, hey..) You got to count your dub-plates before you touch the turntables (DJ's) Cause if you run out of big tunes that means your sound is done"
Please comment. If you know these programs are they kosher? Are you pullin' $94K a year? Bling. bling bling?
Is this you blogger?
Do you got...
Oprah do your laundry?
Michael Jordan cut your grass?
How frivolous are you?
Do you drive a Hummer to the end of your driveway just to get the mail?
Is that all you use it for?
You got six stockbrokers?
Fourteen doctors?
Two Lawyers?
Seventeen accountants?
Eight other lawyers to watch the first two lawyers?
Have you got...
Custom-made condoms, made outta other people's dicks?
When you're too tired to get your socks(?) blown, do you hire someone else to fuck for you?
How rich are you? How much credit you got?
Did you throw away all you platinum cards?
Did you get a Uranium card?
Have you got a Rolls Royce pick-up truck?
Penthouse with a helicopter pad on the roof?
Snipers in the other building to make sure no-one steals your helicopter?
(cuz that always happens, right? Life as a video game)
Donald Trump deliver your newspapers in the morning?
Tip him?
Well do you Blogger?
(cap most honourably doffed to Wycleff Jean and Busta Rhymes)
Welcome to the disappointment.
* Reality in the sense that I would be subject to High Street exchange rates to get my dollar from my meagre pounds.
