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* Friday the 12th of June. |
Why do you never update you indolent bastard? is a question I'm frequently asked. The answer, of course, is that I'm bone idle. Also, I underwent a massive change in lifestyle which leaves far less time available to update this site.
Look, here's a picture of a purple dinosaur. Now leave me alone for another 6 months.
* Thursday, I think. December. Jesus, has it been that long? |
On The Road With Moose 2000. OK, so putting down the old Teletubbies
for a while, I set about getting me a new job. That's a long and involved and
extremely dull story. No no, perhaps some other time.
So I'm down in London scouting around looking for somewhere to live. Got my
mobile phone for calling the landlords, got my digital camera for comparing
notes with my intended flatmate. Got my Newton-o'-useful-contacts, and my
Game Dot Com of idle past-times. Looking good.
Remembering the immortal maxim: "accessorise", I complete the ensemble with a
small battery-powered modem.
Style tip number one, road warriors: If you have to decide between a modem and
an enormous sack of AC adapters, rechargers and docking stations, go for the
Mobile Battersea Power Station every time.
Day three of the search and the phone is down to SMS and voice-mail
checking only. The games and the camera went on the first day. The Newton
marches on, but there's only so much pleasure to be derived from repeatedly
thrashing the version of Reversi I found in the Newtcase. Delirious from another
day of hopping the car from parking meter to parking meter while waiting for
yet another smarmy agent in a BMW to fail to turn up to the non-existant address
I was misinformed about, and with an indeterminate number of hours to kill
before I find out whether anyone's prepared to suffer me sleeping on their floor
for the night, I stumble upon the slightly tacky graphics of an Internet Cafe,
and seek solace inside. I realise that some of the symptoms I'm experiencing are
probably the result of my previous job's continuous IV drip of caffeine having
been abruptly terminated - either that or London traffic is fuelled by a mixture
of nitro-glycerine and mescalin - and hold off the sweet endorphin release of net
access while I order a large black coffee. It's lucky that I do this before
looking at the menu board, since, while checking whether I'll have change, I
see that this establishment doesn't offer such a thing as a large "coffee", and
I'd have been paralysed by choice trying to work out which of the arcane
sequences of letters on the board represented the least frothed-up and spat-in
concoction available. The chap behind the counter is admirably clear headed,
and without a murmer decants two of the only-size-the-machine-can-handle-cups
of coffee into a milkshake-sized mug, and makes up a price which appears
reasonable or at least consistent.
I make my way over to the 'Log In Station' (till) slurping greedily at the
coffee, and check whether they do telnet. The overseer is young and sounds
American, but he appears to know what he's talking about, so I venture online.
With another gulp of coffee, I try to manouever the mouse towards the start
menu, but my spastic hands jolt and skitter all over the desk. Two abortive
attempts later I realise that in fact they have a substandard mouse mat, and
switch to keyboard shortcuts. Much better. The coffee is really taking effect
now. All I need is some sweet sweet TCP-IP and I'll be right as rain.
First stop - as always - the finger of fun. They've removed the MSDOS prompt
from the Start menu, but they can't stop me from running command directly.
Hah.
finger johnc@idsoftware.comHere it comes... Here it comes...
Bad command or filenameNooooooo!
Anyway, having returned from my quest with nothing to show for my trouble but a cold and a nervous tic in my left eye, it looks like I'm living Alan Partridge style in hotels for a while. The Teletubbies blackout will continue for a while longer. It's come to a poor pass that I couldn't even find the opportunity to write up my meeting with Dave Thompson (the Tinky Winky of hearts) last month.
You get the picture. Things have been a bit fuzzy at Castle Moose for a few months. To those of you who have written to me and never received a response, all I can say is 'Big Hug' and hope you'll be satisfied being fobbed off in such a facile manner, you fools.
* Misinformation and old broken promises |
Where are they now? What previously passed for news.
Again! |