NoozeHound has an interview today. No update last night and I'm only popping in now.
After repeatedly trying to watch the game in jerkavision last night, I missed something on BBC 4.
The stream I managed to stay with, or more accurately that kept coming back despite the shutdowns, ended up so far behind the game had finished and the players had given their post-match interviews before Arshavin scored the second.
The BBC have gone all retro-tech nostalgic. Electric Dreamsseries of programmes started last night, inconveniently during the Arsenal game.
Due to my stop-start elongated stream presentation, I turned Sky Sports News off and onto the Charlie from The Guardian talking about gaming. All good but I missed most of it.
At the end the announcer did a 'if you like that, you love these' moment. It was for a top piece of nostalgia in NoozeHound's book; Tomorrow's World.
I skipped along to the BBc archive and found somethign for you. Because of theinteview I didn't want to pull a late one, so saved it for now.
This is exactly how NoozeHound currently goes about his day, interacting with his home computer terminal. In fact it is how I write this blog.
On a different tangent, On the nation's second most popular breaksfast show this morning, but certainly no tlimited to this morning, Moyle's parodies seemed to gain a lot of discussion.
At the risk of invoking the ire of the mountaineer, they're not very funny. They were to start with, a bit, but I think they're flogging a dead horse. The last one sold some units so I guess it must've turned profit for someone, hence number two.
I hope this proves the difficult second album and the whole concept quietly dies away.
Welcome to the disappointment.
30 September 2009
28 September 2009
Thoughts on the iPlayer
The BBC I-Player, http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer , I find I use it more and more, primarily due to my dislike of commercials*.
To my surprise today I found the movie 'Point Break' on the i-player. Surprise, because you can't watch the football on the iplayer because of rights issues.
I stand slightly corrected, because you can watch Newcastle v Ipswich on there. (I'm sure Roy Keane is getting every penny of his license fee value watching that!)
For the sake of accuracy then; you can't watch Premiership Football on the iplayer.
(Note to self: Ctrl-Z brings about unwanted results in the Google editor)
Once again, from the top...
On ITVs online offering , the snappily titled, itvplayer, for instance I cannot watch the third season of Supernatural because of the rights issue. They have now chosen to show at 3am in the morning. I don't own a PVR
, still providing house-space to a geriatric video recorder. We missed an opportunity to pick up a cheap PVR when they were clearing the Setanta-branded boxes and haven't really been motivated since.
I'm waffling. It's an insecurity born from not posessing cutting edge consumer electronics.
I don't 'tape' Supernatural at 3am from ITV3. If I could watch it on the itvplayer I surely would. Crap as I find ITV mostly these days, they're not alone.
A few years late, I discovered the end of an episode of The Wire on BBC2 (I think) late one evening. Trotted along to the iplayer - no joy.
Channel 5 have recently started a new series. FlashForward. Same rules. Big feature, no re-run on the web. I dare say that if I went lookign I could probably find a torrent though.
As you can't access the video download streaming sites from outside of the the hosting country (I've not even had success using proxies to get Hulu and ABC for instance) I don't see the problem here. To my mind the producers are losing out not sellign the online rights to the purchasing network at the same time as the TV broadcast rights. Seems like they are clinging to an old model.
I'm listening to Young Lion's Dance Hall M1X on the iplayer. The thing is I was in the mood for some reggae. I searched for 'reggae' on the iPlayer.
My BBC came up somewhat short. I was offered a coolection of shows, with a mention of The Upsetters on Don Letts' Radio 6 show as the only proper hit. Several Dance Hall shows, but no other reggae to be found.
Quickly back to Point Break. I watched it (again) last night. I wasn't about to watch it again (again) onthe iplayer, in addition ot me watching 'on air' until gone midnight last night, when I own the DVD. It struck me jus thow bad some of Keanu Reeve's acting really was. Most noticeably in his one-to-one scenes with Swayze. It was Ted Logan at his wooden best. Still love that movie though.
The government seems to keep hitting the BBC over the head about their commercial activities. I don't confess to know the real ins and outs of it, but if it saves the licesnse fee going up, it suits me. Conversely it doesn't justify paying Wossy £18m either. It's not as if he could defect anywhere else and get a better deal.
It strikes me though, that in the iPlayer (and their content naturally), the BBC have a killer app with killer content. Why not monetize it? They've done all of the hard development work. It would be easy to add a second strand with a subscription model for 'the rest of the world'.
I've tried internetradio365. I wasn't about to pay for a service that was awful for free.
I read an article in The Guardian bigging up Spotify for the iPhone. I thought to myself, 'maybe a tenner a month for somone prepared to fork out the best part of £40 a month for an iPhone might make sense to them' but to me, £50 for a phone that plays music - music you can't even keep - is certainly not my idea of value.
I read The Guardian, more than any other paper and it's the only newspaper site I read. That article made be think of it as a yuppy club. One that caters to people who spend in excess of £50 a month on their phones - even if they do share the Spottify subscription.
Away from capitallist excess, they are saying on the news that we could see a 4 degree rise in temperature by the middle of the century. On the basis of the oil running out (£1.04 per litre - remeber the complaints when it went above a pound - all quiet not though) I shouldn't think it will make much difference beyond hastening the demise of the species.
Perhaps Swine Flu is just the start.
Welcome to the disappointment.
To my surprise today I found the movie 'Point Break' on the i-player. Surprise, because you can't watch the football on the iplayer because of rights issues.
I stand slightly corrected, because you can watch Newcastle v Ipswich on there. (I'm sure Roy Keane is getting every penny of his license fee value watching that!)
For the sake of accuracy then; you can't watch Premiership Football on the iplayer.
(Note to self: Ctrl-Z brings about unwanted results in the Google editor)
Once again, from the top...
On ITVs online offering , the snappily titled, itvplayer, for instance I cannot watch the third season of Supernatural because of the rights issue. They have now chosen to show at 3am in the morning. I don't own a PVR
, still providing house-space to a geriatric video recorder. We missed an opportunity to pick up a cheap PVR when they were clearing the Setanta-branded boxes and haven't really been motivated since.I'm waffling. It's an insecurity born from not posessing cutting edge consumer electronics.
I don't 'tape' Supernatural at 3am from ITV3. If I could watch it on the itvplayer I surely would. Crap as I find ITV mostly these days, they're not alone.
A few years late, I discovered the end of an episode of The Wire on BBC2 (I think) late one evening. Trotted along to the iplayer - no joy.
Channel 5 have recently started a new series. FlashForward. Same rules. Big feature, no re-run on the web. I dare say that if I went lookign I could probably find a torrent though.
As you can't access the video download streaming sites from outside of the the hosting country (I've not even had success using proxies to get Hulu and ABC for instance) I don't see the problem here. To my mind the producers are losing out not sellign the online rights to the purchasing network at the same time as the TV broadcast rights. Seems like they are clinging to an old model.
I'm listening to Young Lion's Dance Hall M1X on the iplayer. The thing is I was in the mood for some reggae. I searched for 'reggae' on the iPlayer.
My BBC came up somewhat short. I was offered a coolection of shows, with a mention of The Upsetters on Don Letts' Radio 6 show as the only proper hit. Several Dance Hall shows, but no other reggae to be found.
Quickly back to Point Break. I watched it (again) last night. I wasn't about to watch it again (again) onthe iplayer, in addition ot me watching 'on air' until gone midnight last night, when I own the DVD. It struck me jus thow bad some of Keanu Reeve's acting really was. Most noticeably in his one-to-one scenes with Swayze. It was Ted Logan at his wooden best. Still love that movie though.
The government seems to keep hitting the BBC over the head about their commercial activities. I don't confess to know the real ins and outs of it, but if it saves the licesnse fee going up, it suits me. Conversely it doesn't justify paying Wossy £18m either. It's not as if he could defect anywhere else and get a better deal.
It strikes me though, that in the iPlayer (and their content naturally), the BBC have a killer app with killer content. Why not monetize it? They've done all of the hard development work. It would be easy to add a second strand with a subscription model for 'the rest of the world'.
I've tried internetradio365. I wasn't about to pay for a service that was awful for free.
I read an article in The Guardian bigging up Spotify for the iPhone. I thought to myself, 'maybe a tenner a month for somone prepared to fork out the best part of £40 a month for an iPhone might make sense to them' but to me, £50 for a phone that plays music - music you can't even keep - is certainly not my idea of value.
I read The Guardian, more than any other paper and it's the only newspaper site I read. That article made be think of it as a yuppy club. One that caters to people who spend in excess of £50 a month on their phones - even if they do share the Spottify subscription.
Away from capitallist excess, they are saying on the news that we could see a 4 degree rise in temperature by the middle of the century. On the basis of the oil running out (£1.04 per litre - remeber the complaints when it went above a pound - all quiet not though) I shouldn't think it will make much difference beyond hastening the demise of the species.
Perhaps Swine Flu is just the start.
Welcome to the disappointment.
26 September 2009
Passing Fads
It's been a difficult few days. I got pissed several times.
I posted pissed, wrote bollocks and came back and deleted it the next day.
Friday morning I found this...
I posted pissed, wrote bollocks and came back and deleted it the next day.
Friday morning I found this...
Projection on Buildings from NuFormer Digital Media on Vimeo.
It's good isn't it? I thought so, and took it away wtih me to share with you.
I mentioned our legal dealings. Justice was done and Mrs NoozeHound won. By her own admission it was a hollow vistory and the case would never have come to court were it not for the total lack of human deceny of our county council, the bastards.
I also found an item about Starbucks suing a cartoonist. This warrant comment, I thought. Turns out the item was about eight years old,hardly qualifying it as news item. Here's a news item: NoozeHound has never set foot in a StarBucks. Ever. And has no intention of ever doing so.
NoozeHound loves coffee and is the proud owner of a Gaggia Espresso machine.
Dad duties saw me nipping out several times today. This meant I was listening to the radio; FiveLive and TalkSport specifically. Stan Collymore was proffering his theories and the stats required for relegation and winning the premiership. The talk was of Pompey being doomed and Chelsea cruising to the champions throne.
Then Chelsea went to Wigan, got sucker-punched and lost 3-1. Shame Spurs won and you've got to start worrying for Burnley.
Not that I have any love for Liverpool, but it was wonderful to see Phil Brown's team on the wrong end of a proper drubbing.
RVP was saying how we have to beat teams like Fulham if we want to win the title. Or words to that effect. We made hard work of it, but we did exactly that with RVP making good to get the only goal of the game. I was in the car again for most of the first half and most of the second half.
I'm just about to watch the highlights. It couldn't have been much of a game, it's that far down the order but it's another win when it was a loss last year. 3 points in the bag.
United won as well. They're top on goal difference.
Welcome to the disappointment.
24 September 2009
The Learning Zone & The Nonsense Zone
Mrs NoozeHound, displaying her characteristic belief in me might question which was which. I shall save you, dear reader, from any such confusion.
The Nonsense Zone
I created, mostly for my own amusement, but with you in mind a very interesting and entirely spurious fact this morning. Upon it's conception I vowed to share it with you...
Mini Viva cheeky little pop princesses they are, one a Geordie the other a Manc are said to be modern equivalents of Mel & Kim. I don't remember either of those carrying puppy fat, but I can sort of see the comparison. I did smile when the girls 'fessed to having never been to Tokyo - you would have thought the record company might have seen that question coming. Anyway, away from the malicious and unfounded bitching, I created an interesting fact about the name of the band.
Despite their disparate origins, the girls, Britt and Frankee, ended up living next door to each other. They went to different schools and didn't get on for a number of years. One evening, one of the duo heard the other singing through their bedroom wall. The listener began harmonising and the two hit upon the idea for a band. Sadly they couldn't think of a name that reflected the young, fresh 'n' funky, dynamic groove the two found they could generate. They thought and thought but nothing came. Were they doomed to be a good idea whose time never came?
Depressed, they slumped down against their fathers' cars in their respective driveways.
"I know!" shouted Frankee, "we turn around and the first thing we see is what we shall call the band. You go first. Madferrit"
"Wai aye" replied Britt, turning around and banging her head on the immaculate chrome trim.
Neither girl was especially bright. They were each leaning against the rear-bumper of a motor vehicle. As they turned, somewhat logically, one saw the word "Mini" and the other "Viva".
'Viva Mini' were born. They toured for several years until a record company executive saw them, signed them and put them through the R&D machine. A genius at Geffen looked long and hard at the bands' name, deciding it needed a complete remake. The rest is history.
The Learning Zone
The dedicated and fortunate amongst you will remember my early posts about the struggle I had over signing up for the Niche Profit Programme and parting with the initially hidden fees.
While undocumented, my studies have continued. Some I have documented, others I have chosen different topics to blog you with.
This week I chose a new set of manuals. They are significantly weightier than a great many of their counterparts and I have found them refreshingly well-written. My previous mentor manual was also well-written but he had cunningly blocked parts out and structured the book around accompanying work-books you had to join a pay scheme to access.
I was never likely to become a paid subscriber, but I followed the initial stages of the course. I think the prescription must have been a little out of date though. The first steps were:
Affiiliate account from Clickbank ===> Choose some content ====> Join Squidoo =====> Write article and publish =====> join Ezine ===> write a few articles and publish them ===>link-back to your squidoo lens ===> generate traffic.
I mentioned the article process here. The Ezine article is still yet to be published.
The new one really wants to sell me a hosting plan. The planning steps and the basic self-analysis are very good though and can be applied to any start-up. About a quarter of the way through, another manual on copy-writing is referenced. This is similarly well-written. Consequently I printed the first one and spent a large part of today, to the detriment of my usual loafing and side-tracking, studying, planning from and reading the copy writing manual.
I've kicked around a business idea I've had ticking on a back-burner (you have to use what you have) and will test (eventually) my copy-writing acumen on this new project. A postcard is not really a fair comparison for a sales-letter, but we've all gotta start somewhere.
I've had proper job interest too.
The stresses of the legal system await tomorrow.
Welcome to the disappointment.
The Nonsense Zone
I created, mostly for my own amusement, but with you in mind a very interesting and entirely spurious fact this morning. Upon it's conception I vowed to share it with you...
Mini Viva cheeky little pop princesses they are, one a Geordie the other a Manc are said to be modern equivalents of Mel & Kim. I don't remember either of those carrying puppy fat, but I can sort of see the comparison. I did smile when the girls 'fessed to having never been to Tokyo - you would have thought the record company might have seen that question coming. Anyway, away from the malicious and unfounded bitching, I created an interesting fact about the name of the band.
Despite their disparate origins, the girls, Britt and Frankee, ended up living next door to each other. They went to different schools and didn't get on for a number of years. One evening, one of the duo heard the other singing through their bedroom wall. The listener began harmonising and the two hit upon the idea for a band. Sadly they couldn't think of a name that reflected the young, fresh 'n' funky, dynamic groove the two found they could generate. They thought and thought but nothing came. Were they doomed to be a good idea whose time never came?
Depressed, they slumped down against their fathers' cars in their respective driveways.
"I know!" shouted Frankee, "we turn around and the first thing we see is what we shall call the band. You go first. Madferrit"
"Wai aye" replied Britt, turning around and banging her head on the immaculate chrome trim.
Neither girl was especially bright. They were each leaning against the rear-bumper of a motor vehicle. As they turned, somewhat logically, one saw the word "Mini" and the other "Viva".
'Viva Mini' were born. They toured for several years until a record company executive saw them, signed them and put them through the R&D machine. A genius at Geffen looked long and hard at the bands' name, deciding it needed a complete remake. The rest is history.
The Learning Zone
The dedicated and fortunate amongst you will remember my early posts about the struggle I had over signing up for the Niche Profit Programme and parting with the initially hidden fees.
While undocumented, my studies have continued. Some I have documented, others I have chosen different topics to blog you with.
This week I chose a new set of manuals. They are significantly weightier than a great many of their counterparts and I have found them refreshingly well-written. My previous mentor manual was also well-written but he had cunningly blocked parts out and structured the book around accompanying work-books you had to join a pay scheme to access.
I was never likely to become a paid subscriber, but I followed the initial stages of the course. I think the prescription must have been a little out of date though. The first steps were:
Affiiliate account from Clickbank ===> Choose some content ====> Join Squidoo =====> Write article and publish =====> join Ezine ===> write a few articles and publish them ===>link-back to your squidoo lens ===> generate traffic.
I mentioned the article process here. The Ezine article is still yet to be published.
The new one really wants to sell me a hosting plan. The planning steps and the basic self-analysis are very good though and can be applied to any start-up. About a quarter of the way through, another manual on copy-writing is referenced. This is similarly well-written. Consequently I printed the first one and spent a large part of today, to the detriment of my usual loafing and side-tracking, studying, planning from and reading the copy writing manual.
I've kicked around a business idea I've had ticking on a back-burner (you have to use what you have) and will test (eventually) my copy-writing acumen on this new project. A postcard is not really a fair comparison for a sales-letter, but we've all gotta start somewhere.
I've had proper job interest too.
The stresses of the legal system await tomorrow.
Welcome to the disappointment.
23 September 2009
Rubbish Radio, Magic Mixes and Funny Films
NoozeHound does not like lady DJs. From the 'fluff' they stick on in the morning shows to the ones with their own day time shows. Of late I am alternating my listening to Radio 1 and Radio 1 Extra at home and 1 and 2 in the car.
The delights of the iplayer mean I can listen to Moyles in the morning then switch to Rampage's mix (roughly 2:15 in) just before they Moyles & Co annoy me with car park catchphrase and (as was) Jo Whiley, now Fearne Cotton.
I've listened to snatches of Jo Whiley and Edith Bowman in the past. They grated. Can't help it, they just did.
When 'kitchen time' coincided with the Chart Show I might listen. Fearne Cotton wasn't always on there and there was usually Reggie too when she was. The programme is obviously aimed at a young market, a far cry from Alan Freeman and as I recall DLT of my youth. I'm not a fan. I doubt that bothers 'my BBC' especially, I'm not in the demographic.
Anyway, after I have listened to the (roughly 45-minute) Rampage mix I can then switch to the live feed or not depending on my moods and wants. That was the listening pattern I had adopted.
Painfully aware of the change - there was much indulgence of Whiley's departure - I thought I would give it a chance. Avoiding the overly-long handover from Moyles, I 'tuned' back in for the start of the Fearne Cotton show.
I really did give it a try but didn't last very long I have to admit. I didn't time it, but I think it was only five minutes into my listening when she began going on about how she was too old to fancy the young ones so fancied the dad (shrugs shoulders) in Gossip Girl. Which is exactly why I can't abide female DJs. I clicked off the iplayer and whispered a silent hope that my clicks were recorded by 'my BBC' and it went into a report somewhere.
Fearne Cotton, not broadcasting to me. Because of her clothing range and 'other work', most of the pictures of Fearne Cotton seem to be zany or bizarre.
I went outside again today. Inadvisable but that's me; livin' on the edge. NoozeHoundette really wanted to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Her Mum was not in the least interested so yours truly was the chosen companion. We'd seen the trailer and it looked OK and made a note to watch it at the local 3D cinema, some 25 minutes and £10 more away. NoozeHoundette received a movie card for her birthday for the local multiplex from my sister. My recent lack of liquidity was brushed aside owing to this card and NoozeHoundette offered to treat me. I was expressly forbidden from letting the child pay for both of our tickets, but it was cheap Tuesday so the pain was lessened. Two good seats for a net cost to NoozeHound of under four quid.
I didn't really have particularly high hopes for the film, but I really quite enjoyed it. I've read subsequently that there were complaints it was not like the book. There's a book?
I laughed a lot. There were a lot of visual gags, some of which I found myself laughing at alone. It was a small audience and apparently not of the highest intellect.
Of one thing I am virtually certain. There is a scene on the dock, around when Flint meets Sam, I think. If I recall correctly there is a seagull. I am looking at the sea thinking "I bet that cost a lot."
The film is nicely coloured but the characters are very big-eye puppy/duckling, oversize head. The sea, I thought, was amazingly textured and detailed. Massive props to the guy that did 'the sea' in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I don't imagine for one second another soul inside that movie theatre had that thought go through their head.
When the film finished it struck me I had seen it all before. There was little point in bouncing it off of NoozeHoundette, much of the sources I was quoting were from before she was born.
Spoiler alert - there follows comparisons that will give the entire game way. You are warned...
A man-made device launched into space grows and takes on a life of it's own. The planet, because of man's disposable life-style, has become overrun with garbage and uninhabitable. The trash is taking over.
It's 'a Perfect Storm' we are told. They are going to feel the effects all over the world. This will be a global disaster. Our hero is forced into action using his intellect.Taking a small piece of code, the hero, a geek, skinny with bad hair, flies up to the enemy with a view of getting to the centre and installing the code to disable the machine.
Elsewhere, Arsenal went past West Brom to the next leg of the Carling Cup, winning 2-0 as they did. It wasn't on telly and there was no highlights I could find. I didn't check Sky sports though. Being an Arsenal game , not without it's controversy and the scumbags at ITV must be guttted they missed the chance to video-hound another Arsenal player.
Happy Birthday Kay - your card is sitting beside me.
Welcome to the disappointment.
The delights of the iplayer mean I can listen to Moyles in the morning then switch to Rampage's mix (roughly 2:15 in) just before they Moyles & Co annoy me with car park catchphrase and (as was) Jo Whiley, now Fearne Cotton.
I've listened to snatches of Jo Whiley and Edith Bowman in the past. They grated. Can't help it, they just did.
When 'kitchen time' coincided with the Chart Show I might listen. Fearne Cotton wasn't always on there and there was usually Reggie too when she was. The programme is obviously aimed at a young market, a far cry from Alan Freeman and as I recall DLT of my youth. I'm not a fan. I doubt that bothers 'my BBC' especially, I'm not in the demographic.
Anyway, after I have listened to the (roughly 45-minute) Rampage mix I can then switch to the live feed or not depending on my moods and wants. That was the listening pattern I had adopted.
Painfully aware of the change - there was much indulgence of Whiley's departure - I thought I would give it a chance. Avoiding the overly-long handover from Moyles, I 'tuned' back in for the start of the Fearne Cotton show.
I really did give it a try but didn't last very long I have to admit. I didn't time it, but I think it was only five minutes into my listening when she began going on about how she was too old to fancy the young ones so fancied the dad (shrugs shoulders) in Gossip Girl. Which is exactly why I can't abide female DJs. I clicked off the iplayer and whispered a silent hope that my clicks were recorded by 'my BBC' and it went into a report somewhere.
Fearne Cotton, not broadcasting to me. Because of her clothing range and 'other work', most of the pictures of Fearne Cotton seem to be zany or bizarre.
I went outside again today. Inadvisable but that's me; livin' on the edge. NoozeHoundette really wanted to see Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. Her Mum was not in the least interested so yours truly was the chosen companion. We'd seen the trailer and it looked OK and made a note to watch it at the local 3D cinema, some 25 minutes and £10 more away. NoozeHoundette received a movie card for her birthday for the local multiplex from my sister. My recent lack of liquidity was brushed aside owing to this card and NoozeHoundette offered to treat me. I was expressly forbidden from letting the child pay for both of our tickets, but it was cheap Tuesday so the pain was lessened. Two good seats for a net cost to NoozeHound of under four quid.
I didn't really have particularly high hopes for the film, but I really quite enjoyed it. I've read subsequently that there were complaints it was not like the book. There's a book?
I laughed a lot. There were a lot of visual gags, some of which I found myself laughing at alone. It was a small audience and apparently not of the highest intellect.
Of one thing I am virtually certain. There is a scene on the dock, around when Flint meets Sam, I think. If I recall correctly there is a seagull. I am looking at the sea thinking "I bet that cost a lot."
The film is nicely coloured but the characters are very big-eye puppy/duckling, oversize head. The sea, I thought, was amazingly textured and detailed. Massive props to the guy that did 'the sea' in Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. I don't imagine for one second another soul inside that movie theatre had that thought go through their head.
When the film finished it struck me I had seen it all before. There was little point in bouncing it off of NoozeHoundette, much of the sources I was quoting were from before she was born.
Spoiler alert - there follows comparisons that will give the entire game way. You are warned...
A man-made device launched into space grows and takes on a life of it's own. The planet, because of man's disposable life-style, has become overrun with garbage and uninhabitable. The trash is taking over.
It's 'a Perfect Storm' we are told. They are going to feel the effects all over the world. This will be a global disaster. Our hero is forced into action using his intellect.Taking a small piece of code, the hero, a geek, skinny with bad hair, flies up to the enemy with a view of getting to the centre and installing the code to disable the machine.
Elsewhere, Arsenal went past West Brom to the next leg of the Carling Cup, winning 2-0 as they did. It wasn't on telly and there was no highlights I could find. I didn't check Sky sports though. Being an Arsenal game , not without it's controversy and the scumbags at ITV must be guttted they missed the chance to video-hound another Arsenal player.
Happy Birthday Kay - your card is sitting beside me.
Welcome to the disappointment.
20 September 2009
10MB Super-Fast Always-On Fibre Optic Broadband...
Almost, but not quite Mr Branson.
I have the titular 10MB Super-Fast Fibre Optic Broadband. Despite my hunting for it, I could not find a reference to the always on tag. I'm sure they used to use it but I couldn't track he actual quote down. I guess they dropped it.
NoozeHound turned on his PC this morning, well it was this afternoon to be precise. I was seized by the urge to indulge in some electronic martial arts and feline torturing, Tekken 5 and SingStar by their other names.
Once logged in, somewhat shamefully, I 'popped' onto FaceBook - just to bank any profit and check on mafia. No really. I don't contact anyone. Just bank, do jobs, whack some lesser mafias, juggle collections and add some crew if I can. That's it. Mafia Wars has effectively killed the friendship contact aspect of FaceBook entirely. I suspect everypne will have to hit 501 members fairly quickly to avoid being the obvious small food fish of the member-limit big fish.
My destination was irrelevant. DNS errors all round. Usual round of resetting the modem. Repeated, endless Synching attempts. The line is down.
Dig out the bill, phone the 0845 support line. Listen to the options. This is the billing line. Check the bill again. Call the service line.
'There is a problem with cyberguard,we hope to have it resolved soon.'
No mention of there being an outage.
I call the 0845 customer service line. Eventually I speak to Paul. I suspect Paul was in Mombai and Paul's name wasn't Paul.
We do account validation and I tell him the problem. I pre-empt him by telling him I have done all of the reboots. He asks if he can put me on hold and consult with a colleague.
Cheesy hold music, not sympathetic to a mildly irritated customer - you used to own a record company you say Mr Branson? And a Radio Station? Hmmm.
"Hello this Ahmed. Can I have your account number please...?"
If you recall I had already given my account number to 'Paul'. I indulge him. Noting how unrewarding this customer service experience is becoming. I inform Ahmed of this. He does, what I can only translate as a telephonic shrug of the shoulders. It's fairly apparent that he doesn't care.
It is at this point Mrs NoozeHound starts to remind me that she told me not to go to Virgin. 'They're always on WatchDog for crap service.'
I repeat my patter to Ahmed. He listens to me and puts me on hold 'to check'. He returns to inform me the line is down. In the words of Conan-Doyle; 'No Shit Sherlock!'
I launch into a good-natured tirade, petitioning Ahmed for an explanation as to why, if the line was down, it was not reported on the 'free' service line.
Worsening the situation he tells me it's been down since this morning, but it takes a long time to update the service line. I go to lengths to point put how unacceptable it is that Virgin Media are unable to put a message on a service line and how any network service has a duty to inform it's user-base of an outage at the earliest opportunity. I heard him smile, the smile of disinterested tolerance. followed by another telephone shrug. 'It will be resolved by 8:30 at the latest.' He tells me, I suspect in a bid to shut me up.
I resist, telling him Virgin are crap. That I had used BT copper for years and not experienced an outage - it's true. My phone never went dead and my ISP dropped once in five years. I have had Virgin for three months and this is my third outage.
A recent WatchDog item claimed I should sing my complaint, Virgin were being taken to task for billing dead people and not switching the person on the bill in the event of one partner dying.
Perhaps I should add this to my Amazon Wishlist...
I picked up The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes (The Sandman) to re-read this morning; reminding me of one of the unfinished collections I am hopelessly lost in the middle of due to lack of funds.
I will do that graphic novel discussion, I will...
Welcome to the disappointment.
I have the titular 10MB Super-Fast Fibre Optic Broadband. Despite my hunting for it, I could not find a reference to the always on tag. I'm sure they used to use it but I couldn't track he actual quote down. I guess they dropped it.
NoozeHound turned on his PC this morning, well it was this afternoon to be precise. I was seized by the urge to indulge in some electronic martial arts and feline torturing, Tekken 5 and SingStar by their other names.
Once logged in, somewhat shamefully, I 'popped' onto FaceBook - just to bank any profit and check on mafia. No really. I don't contact anyone. Just bank, do jobs, whack some lesser mafias, juggle collections and add some crew if I can. That's it. Mafia Wars has effectively killed the friendship contact aspect of FaceBook entirely. I suspect everypne will have to hit 501 members fairly quickly to avoid being the obvious small food fish of the member-limit big fish.
My destination was irrelevant. DNS errors all round. Usual round of resetting the modem. Repeated, endless Synching attempts. The line is down.
Dig out the bill, phone the 0845 support line. Listen to the options. This is the billing line. Check the bill again. Call the service line.
'There is a problem with cyberguard,we hope to have it resolved soon.'
No mention of there being an outage.
I call the 0845 customer service line. Eventually I speak to Paul. I suspect Paul was in Mombai and Paul's name wasn't Paul.
We do account validation and I tell him the problem. I pre-empt him by telling him I have done all of the reboots. He asks if he can put me on hold and consult with a colleague.
Cheesy hold music, not sympathetic to a mildly irritated customer - you used to own a record company you say Mr Branson? And a Radio Station? Hmmm.
"Hello this Ahmed. Can I have your account number please...?"
If you recall I had already given my account number to 'Paul'. I indulge him. Noting how unrewarding this customer service experience is becoming. I inform Ahmed of this. He does, what I can only translate as a telephonic shrug of the shoulders. It's fairly apparent that he doesn't care.
It is at this point Mrs NoozeHound starts to remind me that she told me not to go to Virgin. 'They're always on WatchDog for crap service.'
I repeat my patter to Ahmed. He listens to me and puts me on hold 'to check'. He returns to inform me the line is down. In the words of Conan-Doyle; 'No Shit Sherlock!'
I launch into a good-natured tirade, petitioning Ahmed for an explanation as to why, if the line was down, it was not reported on the 'free' service line.
Worsening the situation he tells me it's been down since this morning, but it takes a long time to update the service line. I go to lengths to point put how unacceptable it is that Virgin Media are unable to put a message on a service line and how any network service has a duty to inform it's user-base of an outage at the earliest opportunity. I heard him smile, the smile of disinterested tolerance. followed by another telephone shrug. 'It will be resolved by 8:30 at the latest.' He tells me, I suspect in a bid to shut me up.
I resist, telling him Virgin are crap. That I had used BT copper for years and not experienced an outage - it's true. My phone never went dead and my ISP dropped once in five years. I have had Virgin for three months and this is my third outage.
A recent WatchDog item claimed I should sing my complaint, Virgin were being taken to task for billing dead people and not switching the person on the bill in the event of one partner dying.
Perhaps I should add this to my Amazon Wishlist...
I picked up The Sandman: Preludes and Nocturnes (The Sandman) to re-read this morning; reminding me of one of the unfinished collections I am hopelessly lost in the middle of due to lack of funds.
I will do that graphic novel discussion, I will...
Welcome to the disappointment.
19 September 2009
Is There A Special Entry Under 'Wigan' in the Asscoation Football Rules Book?
So, does Mike Jones have something against booking Wigan players?
Defying belief, he has refereed them for just short of 152 minutes of football without showing a single card to a Wigan player. Does the Chester-born official have a special soft-spot for The Latics (I don't know what that is either) ? Is, as asked in the title some special rule in the Association Football Rule Book, listed under 'W':
Wigan - If at all possible, overlook their clumsy displays of tackling; ignore them leaving the foot in, play non-existent advantages and wherever possible - despite physical evidence to the contrary - infer the opponents are somehow simulating their injuries whilst avoiding the dismissive 'get up' gesture that gives the game away.
What a shame then, that Tommy, Tommy, Tommy V, Tommy V, Tommy V, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy V, Thomas Vermaelen, spoiled Mr Red-headed Pillock Jones day by opening the scoring with a leaping and perfectly legitimate header to make it One-Nil to the Arsenal. We like that score.
Not that I was counting, but it certainly appeared that every challenge that a Wigan player made was excessively physical. Screaming like a madmen at Mr Jones (via the computer screen) that he was unaware of his specific duties, seemed to have little or no effect on the ginger tossers attitude toward those cheeky scamp Latics' studs-up sliding challenges, body-checks or plain old-fashioned kicking. Until of course Alex Song commits (an agreeably) bookable offence and Hey Presto! There is a yellow card, previously particularly well-hidden in the pocket of the ginger twat, AKA Mike Jones.
Wigan players continued up-ending Arsenal players all over the pitch until half-time, unfettered by the rules of the game or the referee's authority, or lack of it.
The second-half gets under way. More of the same in both senses of the word. The Belgian defender makes it number two. Possession and pressure is almost exclusively one-way and culminates in our Tom spanking one into the top left corner past a beaten Kirkland. About five minutes later Wigan receive their first yellow card and not before time, if my opinion counts for anything. Gomez is the unlucky one as it could have been any of half a dozen to pick up the first booking.
It's almost exclusively Arsenal possession and attacks on the Wigan goal. If they look to break out, almost all attempts to get out of their half end in one of the midfielders or occasionally defenders, taking the ball off of them and redistributing it.
Much to my surprise Wigan have a shot. On target. I'm not certain I remember them having any more.
Martinez subs a couple and they run about a bit.
Eduardo pokes one in, off Eboue's calf and Melchiot's (I think) shin to beat Kirkland again. Three nil. They seem to have given the goal to Eduardo, so Emanuel is, despite appearances, not thanking God, enough.
The commentary, the bit in English, I had trouble following the Arabic, suggested one of the subs was eager to prove himself to Martinez. This was evident by him bringing renewed vigour into the 'Wigan can't out-play so we must out-kick Arsenal' agenda. Scharner, after 'showing his commitment', uncharacteristically gets booked.
Later he slides in in on RVP, just inside the area, delivering another ankle injury for the oft-wounded striker. Scharner stays down, rolling around a little, only natural after kicking someone's ankles, presumably under the 'I'm injured too, so you can't book me' rule.
He needn't have worried. Mike Jones was refereeing.
At the death Cesc makes it four nil with a nice finish. He doesn't look happy though, Commentary says he's carrying an injury. I hope that's it.
Mike Jones has gone on record saying his favourite game of all time was the one he refereed when Wigan played Hull. Wigan won 5-0. Go figure.
On a final-ish note, the Wigan fans started boo-ing Eduardo, or more, I noticed it, toward the end of the game. Like their team, they lack both a clue and class. Why were they not booing when Wigan's approach to the game was stopping Arsenal play by 'letting them know they were there'?
To condemn 'diving' as cheating and tolerate repeated foul-play is rank hypocrisy.
3 points. Four goals.Three Scorers.
Those stats gloss over the performance of the ref and foul-play of the opposition. Suppose it had not all been Arsenal. What then. It might be a game of two halves, but there seems to be a real shortage of fairness.
Welcome to the disappointment.
Defying belief, he has refereed them for just short of 152 minutes of football without showing a single card to a Wigan player. Does the Chester-born official have a special soft-spot for The Latics (I don't know what that is either) ? Is, as asked in the title some special rule in the Association Football Rule Book, listed under 'W':
Wigan - If at all possible, overlook their clumsy displays of tackling; ignore them leaving the foot in, play non-existent advantages and wherever possible - despite physical evidence to the contrary - infer the opponents are somehow simulating their injuries whilst avoiding the dismissive 'get up' gesture that gives the game away.
What a shame then, that Tommy, Tommy, Tommy V, Tommy V, Tommy V, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy V, Thomas Vermaelen, spoiled Mr Red-headed Pillock Jones day by opening the scoring with a leaping and perfectly legitimate header to make it One-Nil to the Arsenal. We like that score.
Not that I was counting, but it certainly appeared that every challenge that a Wigan player made was excessively physical. Screaming like a madmen at Mr Jones (via the computer screen) that he was unaware of his specific duties, seemed to have little or no effect on the ginger tossers attitude toward those cheeky scamp Latics' studs-up sliding challenges, body-checks or plain old-fashioned kicking. Until of course Alex Song commits (an agreeably) bookable offence and Hey Presto! There is a yellow card, previously particularly well-hidden in the pocket of the ginger twat, AKA Mike Jones.
Wigan players continued up-ending Arsenal players all over the pitch until half-time, unfettered by the rules of the game or the referee's authority, or lack of it.
The second-half gets under way. More of the same in both senses of the word. The Belgian defender makes it number two. Possession and pressure is almost exclusively one-way and culminates in our Tom spanking one into the top left corner past a beaten Kirkland. About five minutes later Wigan receive their first yellow card and not before time, if my opinion counts for anything. Gomez is the unlucky one as it could have been any of half a dozen to pick up the first booking.
It's almost exclusively Arsenal possession and attacks on the Wigan goal. If they look to break out, almost all attempts to get out of their half end in one of the midfielders or occasionally defenders, taking the ball off of them and redistributing it.
Much to my surprise Wigan have a shot. On target. I'm not certain I remember them having any more.
Martinez subs a couple and they run about a bit.
Eduardo pokes one in, off Eboue's calf and Melchiot's (I think) shin to beat Kirkland again. Three nil. They seem to have given the goal to Eduardo, so Emanuel is, despite appearances, not thanking God, enough.
The commentary, the bit in English, I had trouble following the Arabic, suggested one of the subs was eager to prove himself to Martinez. This was evident by him bringing renewed vigour into the 'Wigan can't out-play so we must out-kick Arsenal' agenda. Scharner, after 'showing his commitment', uncharacteristically gets booked.
Later he slides in in on RVP, just inside the area, delivering another ankle injury for the oft-wounded striker. Scharner stays down, rolling around a little, only natural after kicking someone's ankles, presumably under the 'I'm injured too, so you can't book me' rule.
He needn't have worried. Mike Jones was refereeing.
At the death Cesc makes it four nil with a nice finish. He doesn't look happy though, Commentary says he's carrying an injury. I hope that's it.
Mike Jones has gone on record saying his favourite game of all time was the one he refereed when Wigan played Hull. Wigan won 5-0. Go figure.
On a final-ish note, the Wigan fans started boo-ing Eduardo, or more, I noticed it, toward the end of the game. Like their team, they lack both a clue and class. Why were they not booing when Wigan's approach to the game was stopping Arsenal play by 'letting them know they were there'?
To condemn 'diving' as cheating and tolerate repeated foul-play is rank hypocrisy.
3 points. Four goals.Three Scorers.
Those stats gloss over the performance of the ref and foul-play of the opposition. Suppose it had not all been Arsenal. What then. It might be a game of two halves, but there seems to be a real shortage of fairness.
Welcome to the disappointment.
18 September 2009
I Just Called to Say...
I'm tied up. Not in a kinky, exciting way, more in a 'demands of other people' kind of way.
I was all set to expand on the graphic novel theme of yesterday. However, other people have other plans.
All there's time for is this amazing, separated at birth scandal...
Aussie funny singy man (and he is bloody funny - my neighbours will testify to my laughing like a drain to his recent Channel 4 show) Tim Minchin and Scots Radio 1 DJ lady who's off to a new time slot after ages, Edith Bowman.
I blame child traffickers, myself. Oh well...
...welcome to the disappointment.
I was all set to expand on the graphic novel theme of yesterday. However, other people have other plans.
All there's time for is this amazing, separated at birth scandal...
(They were supposed to be side -by-side, but that doesn't seem to be happening this week)
Aussie funny singy man (and he is bloody funny - my neighbours will testify to my laughing like a drain to his recent Channel 4 show) Tim Minchin and Scots Radio 1 DJ lady who's off to a new time slot after ages, Edith Bowman.
I blame child traffickers, myself. Oh well...
...welcome to the disappointment.
17 September 2009
Best Laid Plans - NoozeHound You're a Bum!
Way back in the day, soon after I started this blog, I ummed and ahhd about The Niche Profit Marketing program. Should I/shouldn't I sign-up.
That epic saga can be read here. The things is, I got that (what I now know as an affiliate hop-link) from the initial sign-up that I joined to find out about this blogging malarkey. Before I got bogged down with the idea of throwing up web-sites and producing e-books, the initial idea was a blog that I could generate some of this 'promised land' revenue from. Blogging for Profit'.
That was when the 'analysis paralysis' first started to set in. There are other suggested routes, but the conventional wisdom seems to be blog about something you love. The thinking being that it will be easier to deliver fresh articles and sparkling content if you love your subject.
Therein lay the problem.
I 'do' IT for a living, but wouldn't claim expert status; there are many cleverer than I in the field. Worse , my career path has seen me turn my hand to many things but I can truly claim mastery of few. In all honesty, I could probably write a passable ebook for anti-virus and home IT security topics. I'm probably saving that as a port of last resort.
With my day job ruled out (for now), what else was I interested in or knowledgeable about?
You see NoozeHound has never really had a hobby. He likes computers but not enough to get totally nerdy over them. There have been various things along the way; football programs, motor memorabilia, comics, all were half-hearted and short-lived.
Analysing my likes lead to a small field:
Music - I have wide and varied tastes and a large collection of mostly purchased or converted from original CDs.
Football - My memory is too screwed for facts and figures. I've never really had the wherewithal to regularly attend Highbury or of late, The Grove. I have no anorak and I'm no stato.
Graphic Novels - I was totally bitten by the consumptive bug until the money ran out. I will return to this in more detail.
Sex - Sex as a subject fascinates me. I don't think I could be an expert in clear conscience though.
Booze - NoozeHound loves a drink. Master of Wine? Nope. Home-brewer? Nope. Just drink it.
Drugs - I love drugs. We haven't been in each others' company for many moons, but my love has never faded. Not actually playing the game, I feel precludes me from commenting on it.
Smoking - I'm a non-smoking nicotine addict. I've not smoked in nearly two years. I miss it every day but know it to be a mugs game. Not much in the way of blogging material.
Movies - I like films. I have, considering I rarely watch them after the initial viewing, a vast DVD collection. No movie geek in me though. I can critique a recent viewing, but not with authority.
Console Games - I loved GTA San Andreas. To this day, if I see a pedestrian wearing blue jeans and a grey hoodie it takes an immense feat of will to stop me veering onto the pavement, mowing him down and collecting the $2,000 he drops. We still have a PS/2 and a selection of games. Hardly cutting edge though. Nor blog-worthy.
There you have it. I like writing my blog. Doing blogging as it were. Perhaps I could get a job like Peter Griffin on his stint of 'What Grinds My Gears...
In essence that is a large part of what this blog is.
'Lunch Monkeys' is just starting - it's crap.
I've waffled long enough for tonight, without an actual clear topic in sight.
Bringing you up to date, my Brazilian visitors didn't return. Despite me hanging out the flags and rolling out the welcome mat, they seem to have been little more than blips on the radar. Ho-hum.
On a musical note, I was mulling a topic for today's blog, namely Florence and The Machine. I've tried, really tried but I just don't like them. Really, all summer long, on and off she's come along and I've pricked my ears up and nothing more than irritation. I've listened again, right at this instant to 'Drumming Song'. It sorts of starts to grow on me, then I drop back to not liking it again. 'Rabbit Heart' is playing now.I recognise it, there' s a familiarity. Like it? Not really. Maybe one day. I can still see myself ending up buying it though.
Another band I just couldn't get to liking are Biffy Clyro. They went and buggered that up with their really rather excellent cover of Love, Sex and Magic. Go here to hear it but I can't link it directly - BBC cleverness eh?
Can't imagine the band will release it, so I'll probably carry on not liking them much.
Welcome to the disappointment.
That epic saga can be read here. The things is, I got that (what I now know as an affiliate hop-link) from the initial sign-up that I joined to find out about this blogging malarkey. Before I got bogged down with the idea of throwing up web-sites and producing e-books, the initial idea was a blog that I could generate some of this 'promised land' revenue from. Blogging for Profit'.
That was when the 'analysis paralysis' first started to set in. There are other suggested routes, but the conventional wisdom seems to be blog about something you love. The thinking being that it will be easier to deliver fresh articles and sparkling content if you love your subject.
Therein lay the problem.
I 'do' IT for a living, but wouldn't claim expert status; there are many cleverer than I in the field. Worse , my career path has seen me turn my hand to many things but I can truly claim mastery of few. In all honesty, I could probably write a passable ebook for anti-virus and home IT security topics. I'm probably saving that as a port of last resort.
With my day job ruled out (for now), what else was I interested in or knowledgeable about?
You see NoozeHound has never really had a hobby. He likes computers but not enough to get totally nerdy over them. There have been various things along the way; football programs, motor memorabilia, comics, all were half-hearted and short-lived.
Analysing my likes lead to a small field:
Music - I have wide and varied tastes and a large collection of mostly purchased or converted from original CDs.
Football - My memory is too screwed for facts and figures. I've never really had the wherewithal to regularly attend Highbury or of late, The Grove. I have no anorak and I'm no stato.
Graphic Novels - I was totally bitten by the consumptive bug until the money ran out. I will return to this in more detail.
Sex - Sex as a subject fascinates me. I don't think I could be an expert in clear conscience though.
Booze - NoozeHound loves a drink. Master of Wine? Nope. Home-brewer? Nope. Just drink it.
Drugs - I love drugs. We haven't been in each others' company for many moons, but my love has never faded. Not actually playing the game, I feel precludes me from commenting on it.
Smoking - I'm a non-smoking nicotine addict. I've not smoked in nearly two years. I miss it every day but know it to be a mugs game. Not much in the way of blogging material.
Movies - I like films. I have, considering I rarely watch them after the initial viewing, a vast DVD collection. No movie geek in me though. I can critique a recent viewing, but not with authority.
Console Games - I loved GTA San Andreas. To this day, if I see a pedestrian wearing blue jeans and a grey hoodie it takes an immense feat of will to stop me veering onto the pavement, mowing him down and collecting the $2,000 he drops. We still have a PS/2 and a selection of games. Hardly cutting edge though. Nor blog-worthy.
There you have it. I like writing my blog. Doing blogging as it were. Perhaps I could get a job like Peter Griffin on his stint of 'What Grinds My Gears...
In essence that is a large part of what this blog is.
'Lunch Monkeys' is just starting - it's crap.
I've waffled long enough for tonight, without an actual clear topic in sight.
Bringing you up to date, my Brazilian visitors didn't return. Despite me hanging out the flags and rolling out the welcome mat, they seem to have been little more than blips on the radar. Ho-hum.
On a musical note, I was mulling a topic for today's blog, namely Florence and The Machine. I've tried, really tried but I just don't like them. Really, all summer long, on and off she's come along and I've pricked my ears up and nothing more than irritation. I've listened again, right at this instant to 'Drumming Song'. It sorts of starts to grow on me, then I drop back to not liking it again. 'Rabbit Heart' is playing now.I recognise it, there' s a familiarity. Like it? Not really. Maybe one day. I can still see myself ending up buying it though.
Another band I just couldn't get to liking are Biffy Clyro. They went and buggered that up with their really rather excellent cover of Love, Sex and Magic. Go here to hear it but I can't link it directly - BBC cleverness eh?
Welcome to the disappointment.
16 September 2009
Eduardo - Head, Shoulder Knees and Toes & An Unexpected Surprise
As noted here different football associations, but when Wenger kicked a plastic water bottle in frustration, rather ludicrously he was sent to the stand. Rooney throws a boot in temper at being subbed last night and it gets an almost jokey comment on the radio. I have no problem with Rooney throwing a boot down in disgust. Little bit of a show of petulance but understandable and it hurt nobody. However, the contrast in the treatment of the events once more holds up to scrutiny the underlying bias in media.
Exciting and surprising news! Unfinished has had visitors. They came last night from Brazil. If they got here by accident because of Eduardo, I'm sorry if they were disappointed. It wasn't intentional, luring you here under false pretences. There was no intent to deceive - just to keep it on topic :)
Visitante da boa vinda, prezado e honrado de Brasil. Eu não sei o que o trouxe aqui, mas, à excepção de mim mesmo, você é meus muito primeiros visitantes e como tais que eu desejei o concordar muito estes special e cumprimento muito pessoal. Triste, maravilhoso como Google Analytics é, não podem recomendar-me de seus nomes somente sua posição geográfica. Era diferente, mesmo que você permanecesse para apenas um segundo, mim seria somente a satisfeito para granizá-lo pelo nome. Eu desejo-lhe a boa fortuna e visito-a por favor outra vez logo. Obrigado. NoozeHound
Justin is not what he used to be. So many of the feeds advertise one thing, namely tonight's game in Liege, only to show some old game. At one point I was so confused I switched on a stream only to see Theo come on! Somewhat ludicrously as I knew he'd been left at home. It was Arsenal v Man Utd from last year.
Even when I did find a stream I was sweating to say the least. One nil down after two minutes, two nil down after ten. I really hadn't expected that. The second was a penalty, but I'm not sure who gave it away. Vito Manone was mentioned as a worry and so it seemed. The start of the stream was so choppy and interrupted it was hard to follow.
That reminds me, why have ITV gone even more rubbish on football than lasts season. The commentary and coverage might have been below par but at least they covered both the English teams that played on their match-day. There I was checking on ITV4, a previews show then... Nothing. Nada. Zilch. They seem to have done away with the second game in favour of a poxy high-lights show. Well ITV and your sponsors - it cost you at least one viewer tonight and I doubt I'll be tuning into your highlights show.
Putting Supernatural on in the middle of the night hasn't gone down very well with me either.
Back to the game and Nick the Dane laid his claim (hee-hee!) by scoring just before half-time. That was all I needed to calm my nerves and I found the belief that we could do it. The stream dies in half-time but came back and stayed bar the odd slip.
The game was clear enough for me to see that Arsenal were struggling. They weren't playing with their usual swagger and style. It was at this point I identified (I hadn't seen the squad prior) Sagna was missing and that seemed quite apparent. Rosicky was doing well until he was subbed - it's hard to do well after - with Ramsey taking his place.
Liege were defending their goal quite well at this stage and we were limited to Cesc amongst other tryign some shots from around the edge of the box.
The there was some confusion about another substitution. I saw Sagna and Wilshire on the touch-line, then the stream slipped, next I see Song, apparently ten foot off-side, by the Liege back post chesting the ball down and Tommy V sticking it in the back of the net. Lots of complaints from the Liege players, understandably, but the goal stood.
Two all and in slightly more comfortable territory. Sagna was already making a difference! Jack Wilshire was supposed to be coming on as well but didn't make it before the equaliser. He was supposed to be coming for the player that nearly didn't get to play. One Eduardo da Silva. Don't know if it jollied him up, from my far from perfect view he seemed to have had a quiet game, but next thing he's popping up with a deadly patella and nicking the third - fox in the box style.
Going back to the missed substitution and Jack Wilshire got on but didn't quite make it into the picture above! Three points, three goals. Coming from a truly worrying two goal deficit to end the night top of the group. Still don't like Arsenal playing in white shirts, but dead chuffed for Eduardo to get the winner after the time he must have had of late.
Arse about face, but Eduardo used his heel to let Liege in for their first. Perhaps we should call him Achilles! Just seen the penalty and it looked anything but stone clad, looks like the Liege player went to ground very easily.
Adepoohbah set to get a three game ban for violent conduct - serves the 'orrible **** right at the very least. I sincerely hope he gets another three for whatever they want to call the incendiary charge to celebrate his goal at (not in front) at the Arsenal fans. Harry has pissed me off defending Adbaypoobar and blaming the fans for wanting to riot. That's the trouble with professionals, no emotional involvement. Perhaps Harry should keep quiet about Arsenal fans considering his job. Just a thought.
Welcome to the disappointment.
Exciting and surprising news! Unfinished has had visitors. They came last night from Brazil. If they got here by accident because of Eduardo, I'm sorry if they were disappointed. It wasn't intentional, luring you here under false pretences. There was no intent to deceive - just to keep it on topic :)
Visitante da boa vinda, prezado e honrado de Brasil. Eu não sei o que o trouxe aqui, mas, à excepção de mim mesmo, você é meus muito primeiros visitantes e como tais que eu desejei o concordar muito estes special e cumprimento muito pessoal. Triste, maravilhoso como Google Analytics é, não podem recomendar-me de seus nomes somente sua posição geográfica. Era diferente, mesmo que você permanecesse para apenas um segundo, mim seria somente a satisfeito para granizá-lo pelo nome. Eu desejo-lhe a boa fortuna e visito-a por favor outra vez logo. Obrigado. NoozeHound
Justin is not what he used to be. So many of the feeds advertise one thing, namely tonight's game in Liege, only to show some old game. At one point I was so confused I switched on a stream only to see Theo come on! Somewhat ludicrously as I knew he'd been left at home. It was Arsenal v Man Utd from last year.
Even when I did find a stream I was sweating to say the least. One nil down after two minutes, two nil down after ten. I really hadn't expected that. The second was a penalty, but I'm not sure who gave it away. Vito Manone was mentioned as a worry and so it seemed. The start of the stream was so choppy and interrupted it was hard to follow.
That reminds me, why have ITV gone even more rubbish on football than lasts season. The commentary and coverage might have been below par but at least they covered both the English teams that played on their match-day. There I was checking on ITV4, a previews show then... Nothing. Nada. Zilch. They seem to have done away with the second game in favour of a poxy high-lights show. Well ITV and your sponsors - it cost you at least one viewer tonight and I doubt I'll be tuning into your highlights show.
Putting Supernatural on in the middle of the night hasn't gone down very well with me either.
Back to the game and Nick the Dane laid his claim (hee-hee!) by scoring just before half-time. That was all I needed to calm my nerves and I found the belief that we could do it. The stream dies in half-time but came back and stayed bar the odd slip.
The game was clear enough for me to see that Arsenal were struggling. They weren't playing with their usual swagger and style. It was at this point I identified (I hadn't seen the squad prior) Sagna was missing and that seemed quite apparent. Rosicky was doing well until he was subbed - it's hard to do well after - with Ramsey taking his place.
Liege were defending their goal quite well at this stage and we were limited to Cesc amongst other tryign some shots from around the edge of the box.
The there was some confusion about another substitution. I saw Sagna and Wilshire on the touch-line, then the stream slipped, next I see Song, apparently ten foot off-side, by the Liege back post chesting the ball down and Tommy V sticking it in the back of the net. Lots of complaints from the Liege players, understandably, but the goal stood.
Two all and in slightly more comfortable territory. Sagna was already making a difference! Jack Wilshire was supposed to be coming on as well but didn't make it before the equaliser. He was supposed to be coming for the player that nearly didn't get to play. One Eduardo da Silva. Don't know if it jollied him up, from my far from perfect view he seemed to have had a quiet game, but next thing he's popping up with a deadly patella and nicking the third - fox in the box style.
Going back to the missed substitution and Jack Wilshire got on but didn't quite make it into the picture above! Three points, three goals. Coming from a truly worrying two goal deficit to end the night top of the group. Still don't like Arsenal playing in white shirts, but dead chuffed for Eduardo to get the winner after the time he must have had of late.
Arse about face, but Eduardo used his heel to let Liege in for their first. Perhaps we should call him Achilles! Just seen the penalty and it looked anything but stone clad, looks like the Liege player went to ground very easily.
Adepoohbah set to get a three game ban for violent conduct - serves the 'orrible **** right at the very least. I sincerely hope he gets another three for whatever they want to call the incendiary charge to celebrate his goal at (not in front) at the Arsenal fans. Harry has pissed me off defending Adbaypoobar and blaming the fans for wanting to riot. That's the trouble with professionals, no emotional involvement. Perhaps Harry should keep quiet about Arsenal fans considering his job. Just a thought.
Welcome to the disappointment.
Very Delayed Delayed Gratification
Just read the post from last night. The delayed gratification was (after all the long and winding build-up, the failed attempt at writing it -notepad crashing out, the repeated failed submission attempts) whence finally it was accepted into the esteemed company of Ezine articles, I received the acknowledgement (I can't remember the exact wording) 'Thank you for your submission.It will be vetted and you should see it in a few days depending on our workload'. Crestfallen is the word that comes to mind.
This is similar to one of those recurring pictures of a picture holding a picture of the picture. Me blogging about blogging about blogging about making mistakes on a blog while making mistakes on a blog and commenting about blogging your mistakes.
Now, if you will excuse me, there is a vast spectrum of new mistakes The NoozeHound could be making.
I thank you. I'm here all week madam.
Welcome to the disappointment.
This is similar to one of those recurring pictures of a picture holding a picture of the picture. Me blogging about blogging about blogging about making mistakes on a blog while making mistakes on a blog and commenting about blogging your mistakes.
Now, if you will excuse me, there is a vast spectrum of new mistakes The NoozeHound could be making.
I thank you. I'm here all week madam.
Welcome to the disappointment.
15 September 2009
UEFA U-Turn & Delayed Gratification
Justice, of sorts, has been done with regard Eduardo and his charge of attempting to 'deceive the referee'. There will now be no ban so he's free to play tomorrow night. Michelle Platini (pictured below) after giving us the news.
I read elsewhere that Arsenal were on the receiving end when Rooney dived against them - used in 'taste of their own medicine' sense. Couple of things on that really. Firstly, it was a different ruling body. UEFA for one, the FA the other. Secondly, after playing Liverpool and Manchester United year in year out, having been rightly ridiculed for Super Robert Pires famously theatrical fall against Portsmouth and Franny Jeffers penalty-gaining flop against the aforementioned Liverpool, Arsenal can hardly be considered unfamiliar with diving. No worse, no better than the rest of the league. Revisionists, Pah!
We will see whether the opposition fans adjust their attitude to the Croatian/Brazilian starting with the Wigan fans but not properly tested 'til a week later at the Craven Cottage. We'll see.
Remember my affiliate plan. Well, I finally knuckled down and finished the first article. The fact that it took the best part of two days to knock up a 350 word article (and I really don't think I'm that thick!) has daunted me a little. Plus no traffic here. No traffic to my squidoo lens. Did I mention when I went to submit it the first time, Ezine was down? Eventually, after checking for plagiarism, proof-reading and re-proof-reading I completed the profile part of Ezine and uploaded the article. I then struggled to make the signature line work right and stumbled over the link submission.
Initially I submitted the ClickBank hoplink. Ezine complained about it being too long. So off I went to bit.ly and got it shortened. Reposted. Still too long. Then I remembered the video and thought it shouldn't be the hoplink - don't try to sell them anything. So I then went off to get my squidoo lens page. Link too long. Back to bit.ly, returning with my shortened squidoo link. Nope. Still too long. Then I read what the message actually was and accordingly shortened my 'click here to find out more' too many words in the link detail.
One of my mentors sent through an article, from his blog I think, that in the header asked the question 'Is it Wrong to Blog about Your Mistakes?' I confess I didn't read the article - yet.
However, one thing I know for sure. If I didn't blog about my mistakes, this would be an alarmingly short blog.
Welcome to the disappointment.
I read elsewhere that Arsenal were on the receiving end when Rooney dived against them - used in 'taste of their own medicine' sense. Couple of things on that really. Firstly, it was a different ruling body. UEFA for one, the FA the other. Secondly, after playing Liverpool and Manchester United year in year out, having been rightly ridiculed for Super Robert Pires famously theatrical fall against Portsmouth and Franny Jeffers penalty-gaining flop against the aforementioned Liverpool, Arsenal can hardly be considered unfamiliar with diving. No worse, no better than the rest of the league. Revisionists, Pah!
We will see whether the opposition fans adjust their attitude to the Croatian/Brazilian starting with the Wigan fans but not properly tested 'til a week later at the Craven Cottage. We'll see.
Remember my affiliate plan. Well, I finally knuckled down and finished the first article. The fact that it took the best part of two days to knock up a 350 word article (and I really don't think I'm that thick!) has daunted me a little. Plus no traffic here. No traffic to my squidoo lens. Did I mention when I went to submit it the first time, Ezine was down? Eventually, after checking for plagiarism, proof-reading and re-proof-reading I completed the profile part of Ezine and uploaded the article. I then struggled to make the signature line work right and stumbled over the link submission.
Initially I submitted the ClickBank hoplink. Ezine complained about it being too long. So off I went to bit.ly and got it shortened. Reposted. Still too long. Then I remembered the video and thought it shouldn't be the hoplink - don't try to sell them anything. So I then went off to get my squidoo lens page. Link too long. Back to bit.ly, returning with my shortened squidoo link. Nope. Still too long. Then I read what the message actually was and accordingly shortened my 'click here to find out more' too many words in the link detail.
One of my mentors sent through an article, from his blog I think, that in the header asked the question 'Is it Wrong to Blog about Your Mistakes?' I confess I didn't read the article - yet.
However, one thing I know for sure. If I didn't blog about my mistakes, this would be an alarmingly short blog.
Welcome to the disappointment.
13 September 2009
It Was the Weekend - Lack of Commitment Will Kill You Every Time
Emmanuel Adebayor, is exactly how Brick Top refers to himself in the film 'Snatch'. Being exactly and totally specific, the last part of the first Brick Top quote on that page. Starting with "orrible"... 'Nuff said.
Same game, thankfully different subject. Citeh fans booing Eduardo. Why? I questioned it after the England game and I question it again here. It is just puerile and churlish to suggest that Eduardo is the only player ever to have gone to ground under less than knock-out contact. Keep in mind this is a club that not only stood by, not just tolerated but celebrated the notorious diving of Franny Lee.
Were football still played in the spirit of the original Corinthians then the boos, as disapproval of ungentlemanly conduct would be noble and valid. However, the world of professional football is no bastion of sporting ideal. As such I think people should either shut up or adopt this new desire for a purer sporting ethos.
I look forward to players being booed for talking back to the referee or committing any breach of the rules of association football or playing in any way as to give an unfair advantage!
The odious individual I referred to above, after insulting the Arsenal fans, lauded the Citeh fans as 'real'. I so look forward to his appreciation of their 'reality' when the day comes (and it surely will) when he strolls around Eastlands, looking like a poor Kevin & Perry impression; too much trouble to track back and too frustrating to get forward. Just wait until this purple patch passes. We are. Oh yes.
Away from the beautiful game, I was continuing on my Affiliate Marketing path. I even joined a Facebook group! As I mentioned my next task was to throw up a few 350-word pieces onto E-zine Articles. I did the ground work and obtained my research material. Mindful of something else I read, I was doing my writing in Notepad.
As a part of my commitment to 10-10 I didn't have the file server running. I had been working on this piece for about an hour, to-ing and fro-ing around the web for research and writing in between. Being sensible, I decided it prudent to save my masterpiece (though I did wonder how these so-called gurus can do all this in a few hours a day) and set about doing that.
I told you the server was off, right? Windows had told me that my mapped drives weren't accessible when I logged in. It's just a shame that it doesn't trust itself. So (and I'm certain you've already guessed, but...) I wait a disproportionately long time to be given the file name box I am expecting.
Ignoring it's earlier advice of their unavailability, Windows sets off searching for the absent drives I had saved text files to on the preceding days. "Bugger this! Don't bother."
Click. Click. Click. Whimper. Shriek. Click. Click?
Why didn't I use Word! At least It would have had something recoverable. Well. It was the weekend. I had a football game to find and I was right royally pissed-off with my marketing challenge.
ESPN were out doing their level best to spoil the party as stream after stream was being pulled. While searching I found District 9 - it was being run on a loop - so I had no idea where in the movie I was watching.
I bookmarked it for later. When I went back, the lights were on but no-one was home. No stream. I like a challenge.
I set of trying to find another stream. It struck me logically, that if one person had it to watch, others would.
We are now into the very wee small hours of the morning. I have done endless market research surveys about all manner of shit without so much as a sniff of anything but more surveys. I'm never going to find a stream at this rate!
The small hours or even more wee than before. At last! No surveys. Just install the codecs to watch the film.
I've been in IT a long time now. I'm not really the piratey type and I don't bit torrent unless it's really necessary and legitimate. I pay for my music, but I get it at a good price but in good conscience.
I so know that the baddies distribute viruses in codecs. I'm tired. I'm fed up and I just want to see the film - or by now, just see if it's any good. I download the codecs - an executable for fox sake - with a vow to scan it first.
Somehow I start the install. AVG flies in to tell me that it carries a trojan. I agree and allow it to kill off the unhealed infection. I find a page full of District 9 streams. I go through them trying to find one remotely as good as the one I saw earlier. It was in English for start.
I recall from earlier that the inter-Prawn dialogue is subtitled. I don't read Russian. Ho-hum.
Eventually one stream has it in English with the Cyrillic text sort of super-imposed. It was painfully slow to drag the slider up to the position I had watched the other feed to. The one that had cut off and yet another I gave up on due to the lack of English.
Finally, making it to the end of the movie I check for, detect and have to neutralise the (thankfully) minor trojan I infected my self with before finding my pay dirt. I finished that process off this morning. This morning's this morning - not last night's this morning.
Did I like the film? I doubt many critics will have stayed up twenty hours to watch it and exposed themselves to the risk of on-line fraud and loss of data to watch it. I've read complaint elsewhere that it was a rip-off of Alien Nation. I liked the TV series and remember it better than the film, but that thought never really occurred to me. If I found myself making any comparison, it was with Enemy Mine.
Rest assured I will buy the DVD in a nice plastic box. Come to think of it, I will put on my Christmas list.
Don't forget to use your Nectar Cards!
Welcome to the disappointment.
Same game, thankfully different subject. Citeh fans booing Eduardo. Why? I questioned it after the England game and I question it again here. It is just puerile and churlish to suggest that Eduardo is the only player ever to have gone to ground under less than knock-out contact. Keep in mind this is a club that not only stood by, not just tolerated but celebrated the notorious diving of Franny Lee.
Were football still played in the spirit of the original Corinthians then the boos, as disapproval of ungentlemanly conduct would be noble and valid. However, the world of professional football is no bastion of sporting ideal. As such I think people should either shut up or adopt this new desire for a purer sporting ethos.
I look forward to players being booed for talking back to the referee or committing any breach of the rules of association football or playing in any way as to give an unfair advantage!
The odious individual I referred to above, after insulting the Arsenal fans, lauded the Citeh fans as 'real'. I so look forward to his appreciation of their 'reality' when the day comes (and it surely will) when he strolls around Eastlands, looking like a poor Kevin & Perry impression; too much trouble to track back and too frustrating to get forward. Just wait until this purple patch passes. We are. Oh yes.
Away from the beautiful game, I was continuing on my Affiliate Marketing path. I even joined a Facebook group! As I mentioned my next task was to throw up a few 350-word pieces onto E-zine Articles. I did the ground work and obtained my research material. Mindful of something else I read, I was doing my writing in Notepad.
As a part of my commitment to 10-10 I didn't have the file server running. I had been working on this piece for about an hour, to-ing and fro-ing around the web for research and writing in between. Being sensible, I decided it prudent to save my masterpiece (though I did wonder how these so-called gurus can do all this in a few hours a day) and set about doing that.
I told you the server was off, right? Windows had told me that my mapped drives weren't accessible when I logged in. It's just a shame that it doesn't trust itself. So (and I'm certain you've already guessed, but...) I wait a disproportionately long time to be given the file name box I am expecting.
Ignoring it's earlier advice of their unavailability, Windows sets off searching for the absent drives I had saved text files to on the preceding days. "Bugger this! Don't bother."
Click. Click. Click. Whimper. Shriek. Click. Click?
Why didn't I use Word! At least It would have had something recoverable. Well. It was the weekend. I had a football game to find and I was right royally pissed-off with my marketing challenge.
ESPN were out doing their level best to spoil the party as stream after stream was being pulled. While searching I found District 9 - it was being run on a loop - so I had no idea where in the movie I was watching.
I bookmarked it for later. When I went back, the lights were on but no-one was home. No stream. I like a challenge.
I set of trying to find another stream. It struck me logically, that if one person had it to watch, others would.
We are now into the very wee small hours of the morning. I have done endless market research surveys about all manner of shit without so much as a sniff of anything but more surveys. I'm never going to find a stream at this rate!
The small hours or even more wee than before. At last! No surveys. Just install the codecs to watch the film.
I've been in IT a long time now. I'm not really the piratey type and I don't bit torrent unless it's really necessary and legitimate. I pay for my music, but I get it at a good price but in good conscience.
I so know that the baddies distribute viruses in codecs. I'm tired. I'm fed up and I just want to see the film - or by now, just see if it's any good. I download the codecs - an executable for fox sake - with a vow to scan it first.
Somehow I start the install. AVG flies in to tell me that it carries a trojan. I agree and allow it to kill off the unhealed infection. I find a page full of District 9 streams. I go through them trying to find one remotely as good as the one I saw earlier. It was in English for start.
I recall from earlier that the inter-Prawn dialogue is subtitled. I don't read Russian. Ho-hum.
Eventually one stream has it in English with the Cyrillic text sort of super-imposed. It was painfully slow to drag the slider up to the position I had watched the other feed to. The one that had cut off and yet another I gave up on due to the lack of English.
Finally, making it to the end of the movie I check for, detect and have to neutralise the (thankfully) minor trojan I infected my self with before finding my pay dirt. I finished that process off this morning. This morning's this morning - not last night's this morning.
Did I like the film? I doubt many critics will have stayed up twenty hours to watch it and exposed themselves to the risk of on-line fraud and loss of data to watch it. I've read complaint elsewhere that it was a rip-off of Alien Nation. I liked the TV series and remember it better than the film, but that thought never really occurred to me. If I found myself making any comparison, it was with Enemy Mine.
Rest assured I will buy the DVD in a nice plastic box. Come to think of it, I will put on my Christmas list.
Don't forget to use your Nectar Cards!
Welcome to the disappointment.
11 September 2009
Shabby Rank
See what I did there? Self-deprecating statement on my performance contrasted with a a popular pop/reggae cross-over figure. Clever eh?
Today, I have mostly been following an Affiliate Marketing Plan.
I started it yesterday, which is why I didn't show up here. I found a plan. One of the many e-books I have downloaded 'spoke' to me. I say spoke to me, I could identify with its' simplicity would be a more honest assessment.
Under it's direction, I opened an account at ClickBank (of which I am really quite proud) read through 5 (YES, F-I-V-E!) pages of Affiliate offerings and selected one. Again, following my new leader, (being totally honest, it's a program that doesn't speak to me in a Californian accent - if you can understand that) I then went along to E-zines and opened an account. Following orders, I read another five or so articles on 'Affiliate Marketing' (from E-zines) again as directed.
I'm following the plan. Under direction I found an affiliate - not under direction it wasn't about Affiliate Marketing.
My chosen affiliation was, let's just say, relationship-centric. Because I like to put in a good piece of work, I then spent several hours researching. My 'guide' said look at the promoters' site and get what you need from there.
I Googled the life out of it and produced a research document to boot. From said document (and under direction) I went along to Squidoo and created my first lens. Oh how they demand photographs. Trying to comply with copyright I used acceptable photos - add another 45 minutes to my attempt to 'lens'.
Establishing how to ping the RSS - plus 40 minutes.
After several, several hours I have a finished product. My chosen guide directs that I got to Ezine and write several articles to generate back-links. E-zine is down and I can't write anything!
Between times, the hateful wench that answers to Mrs NoozeHound returns. Complains about everything, not the least the noise of my keyboard. She then tells me to get a proper job. Adding that I am hiding from the real world.
Fuck you Mrs NoozeHound. Fuck you.
Welcome to the disappointment.
Today, I have mostly been following an Affiliate Marketing Plan.
I started it yesterday, which is why I didn't show up here. I found a plan. One of the many e-books I have downloaded 'spoke' to me. I say spoke to me, I could identify with its' simplicity would be a more honest assessment.
Under it's direction, I opened an account at ClickBank (of which I am really quite proud) read through 5 (YES, F-I-V-E!) pages of Affiliate offerings and selected one. Again, following my new leader, (being totally honest, it's a program that doesn't speak to me in a Californian accent - if you can understand that) I then went along to E-zines and opened an account. Following orders, I read another five or so articles on 'Affiliate Marketing' (from E-zines) again as directed.
I'm following the plan. Under direction I found an affiliate - not under direction it wasn't about Affiliate Marketing.
My chosen affiliation was, let's just say, relationship-centric. Because I like to put in a good piece of work, I then spent several hours researching. My 'guide' said look at the promoters' site and get what you need from there.
I Googled the life out of it and produced a research document to boot. From said document (and under direction) I went along to Squidoo and created my first lens. Oh how they demand photographs. Trying to comply with copyright I used acceptable photos - add another 45 minutes to my attempt to 'lens'.
Establishing how to ping the RSS - plus 40 minutes.
After several, several hours I have a finished product. My chosen guide directs that I got to Ezine and write several articles to generate back-links. E-zine is down and I can't write anything!
Between times, the hateful wench that answers to Mrs NoozeHound returns. Complains about everything, not the least the noise of my keyboard. She then tells me to get a proper job. Adding that I am hiding from the real world.
Fuck you Mrs NoozeHound. Fuck you.
Welcome to the disappointment.
10 September 2009
Decorating Blues
My apologies, dear reader (yeah right) but I can't seem to get the font right. It looks OK in yesterday's post, I try to replicate that for today's and get what you see, The spacing is all wrong, I have no idea what is happening with the paragraph breaks - there's only one in place. The font sizing is the same above and below but they look nothing like each other. I'm bemused to say the least.
Any ideas? Comments down there. Assuming they are still there of course.
Welcome to the disappointment.
Any ideas? Comments down there. Assuming they are still there of course.
Welcome to the disappointment.
9 September 2009
Winds of Change
Because of yesterday's shocking revelations (well,they were shocking to me, you probably suspected as much from way back) I've had the feeling, on and off, a little bit like I'm a mad old man shouting at the sea. Or some character from a monologue Russian play sitting alone on stage with a single chair, shouting into the darkness in angst and anger.
I spent some of today working on the refit. I shall call it that because it sounds 'manual' and 'techie'. To a degree it was more like shopping for clothes.
I spent half the day wandering around grand, impressive stores, staring blankly through large collections. Only to go back to where I first started to make a purchase. (I don't really shop like that. My ideal shopping trip is zhum, into store, zhum, jeans, trousers, shirt, tee-shirts. Pay. Out. Nearest pub for beer and 12:30 kick off game. Sorted)
What do you think of it? Likey? Yes? Again, I find I am feeling like a child acting out with collected teddies, dolls, elephants. You're not real. You weren't here yesterday to see the old design. How could you compare? Even if you could you wouldn't give a damn! Well, if you do you can tell me now because I can see the comments. Yay!
Revisiting some earlier threads, I ran 'The Normalizer' on a small portion of my mp3 collection. I have a folder called 'World Music'. Best fit for stuff that didn't naturally slot in anywhere else. Cuban, African, Salsa, Latin beats, that sort of stuff. Only around 100 tracks, so it was a representative sample. I can only imagine with humour what the testing has done to my Last.FM profile. I was Norman No-Mates as it was on Last.FM. Any time I looked at an interesting profile and compared I would always get 'Your compatability is LOW.'
Just to test it, I scouted round Last.FM users - after five lows I found a 22 year old guy from Chile that was HIGH - the compatibility was HIGH. It was from a group called Gay Indie, so I don't know what that says about me or my music taste, but I'm secure enough in my sexuality for it not to worry me.
Beatles Rockband is getting a lot of attention. Clever Abbey Road ad.
I digress. Normalization seems to have worked OK. I kept listening to processed and unprocessed tracks. I guess the test is to duplicate the same file and listen to it processed and unprocessed. It is something of a Holy Grail to have all of my collection at a similar volume as opposed to the wild fluctuations in levels they are presently. I did think I noticed a lack of dynamism in processed to unprocessed. I may be duping myself though.
Despite UEFAs denials, I continue to suspect the SFA had a hand in Eduardo's right royal shafting and public humiliation. Consequently, when they failed to qualify for next years World Cup Finals I felt no sympathy whatsoever for them, their lost revenue or Darren Fletcher.
And while I'm at it, the England fans booing Eduardo. Hypocritical bastards one and all. As if they give a toss about the purity of the game (yes I'm looking at you Gerard, Owen, et al), Celtic and the faintest idea that he is the only player to have ever gone down under less than demolishing contact. Stupid.
I continue to study internet marketing, ebook writing and affiliate plans. Which reminds me, as predicted yesterday (oh no, you weren't here, were you) the first task of the day saw me dismantling my newly erected WordPress installation after receiving a 'low on disk space' warning in my morning mail.
I am toying with writing an ebook . I receive a fair share of calls for help with PCs. None of my friends and family seem anxious to cross my palm but maybe a stranger would consider parting with dollar for my knowledge. I'm damned sure I could write it better than a lot of the pigeon English efforts I have read so far.
Mind you, when I started this blog I assumed I was going to achieve traffic stats in figures higher than ZERO!
I think about some of the other options and well, you can imagine what I'm thinking.
Welcome to the disappointment!
I spent some of today working on the refit. I shall call it that because it sounds 'manual' and 'techie'. To a degree it was more like shopping for clothes.
I spent half the day wandering around grand, impressive stores, staring blankly through large collections. Only to go back to where I first started to make a purchase. (I don't really shop like that. My ideal shopping trip is zhum, into store, zhum, jeans, trousers, shirt, tee-shirts. Pay. Out. Nearest pub for beer and 12:30 kick off game. Sorted)
What do you think of it? Likey? Yes? Again, I find I am feeling like a child acting out with collected teddies, dolls, elephants. You're not real. You weren't here yesterday to see the old design. How could you compare? Even if you could you wouldn't give a damn! Well, if you do you can tell me now because I can see the comments. Yay!
Revisiting some earlier threads, I ran 'The Normalizer' on a small portion of my mp3 collection. I have a folder called 'World Music'. Best fit for stuff that didn't naturally slot in anywhere else. Cuban, African, Salsa, Latin beats, that sort of stuff. Only around 100 tracks, so it was a representative sample. I can only imagine with humour what the testing has done to my Last.FM profile. I was Norman No-Mates as it was on Last.FM. Any time I looked at an interesting profile and compared I would always get 'Your compatability is LOW.'
Just to test it, I scouted round Last.FM users - after five lows I found a 22 year old guy from Chile that was HIGH - the compatibility was HIGH. It was from a group called Gay Indie, so I don't know what that says about me or my music taste, but I'm secure enough in my sexuality for it not to worry me.
Beatles Rockband is getting a lot of attention. Clever Abbey Road ad.
I digress. Normalization seems to have worked OK. I kept listening to processed and unprocessed tracks. I guess the test is to duplicate the same file and listen to it processed and unprocessed. It is something of a Holy Grail to have all of my collection at a similar volume as opposed to the wild fluctuations in levels they are presently. I did think I noticed a lack of dynamism in processed to unprocessed. I may be duping myself though.
Despite UEFAs denials, I continue to suspect the SFA had a hand in Eduardo's right royal shafting and public humiliation. Consequently, when they failed to qualify for next years World Cup Finals I felt no sympathy whatsoever for them, their lost revenue or Darren Fletcher.
And while I'm at it, the England fans booing Eduardo. Hypocritical bastards one and all. As if they give a toss about the purity of the game (yes I'm looking at you Gerard, Owen, et al), Celtic and the faintest idea that he is the only player to have ever gone down under less than demolishing contact. Stupid.
I continue to study internet marketing, ebook writing and affiliate plans. Which reminds me, as predicted yesterday (oh no, you weren't here, were you) the first task of the day saw me dismantling my newly erected WordPress installation after receiving a 'low on disk space' warning in my morning mail.
I am toying with writing an ebook . I receive a fair share of calls for help with PCs. None of my friends and family seem anxious to cross my palm but maybe a stranger would consider parting with dollar for my knowledge. I'm damned sure I could write it better than a lot of the pigeon English efforts I have read so far.
Mind you, when I started this blog I assumed I was going to achieve traffic stats in figures higher than ZERO!
I think about some of the other options and well, you can imagine what I'm thinking.
Welcome to the disappointment!