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Imported From Epistula Travel

Keep those wagons rolling

This was my weekend, were dashes are interactions with transport nodes and commas are walking.

Friday:

Work – Kings Cross – Cambridge, LARP LARP LARP – Sleep

Saturday:

Cambridge Station – Kings Cross – Manor House – Seven Sisters – Walthamstow Central, Home, Walthamstow Central – London Liverpool Street – Kings Cross, St Pancras – Bedford – Old Flat, Letting Agent, Lunch, Station – St Pancras – Piccadilly Circus – Charring Cross – Paddock Wood, Tea, Birthday Present – Charring Cross – Oxford Circus – Liverpool Street – Walthamstow Central, Home.

(Strange routes though London caused by closure of bits of Northern and Victoria lines)

Sunday:

Stayed at home and played on computer games. Went nowhere.

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food Imported From Epistula

Pancake Day

Today, I did this:

I made pancakes.

I used to be terrible at pancakes – Ben always made them – but this is how you make pancakes:

Fail. Lots.

You need a decent sized frying pan – non-stick – a ladle and some batter. The batter is made out of some flour, a few splashes of milk, some eggs, optionally cinnamon, vanilla extract and sugar. The amounts of these vary from person to person, but I usually start with about 300g flour, a few eggs, and add milk and whisk until it’s fairly thin (liquid rather than sludge).

Heat your frying pan lots. Add a very small amount of oil. Ladle some batter into the middle of the frying-pan and marble-madness the pan until it stops spreading easily (this should, ideally, be almost exactly as it reaches the edges of the pan, if not, adjust amount in ladle or your expectations). Allow to cook for a little while as the shiny un-cooked batter parts turn into duller cooked batter parts as far as they are going to, and then flip.

To flip a pancake, either:

  1. Remove the pan from the heat. Make a rapid movement down with the pan, whilst pushing it slightly away from you, so that the pancake has a “spin” on it as it exits the pan. Then catch it in the middle of the frying pan, not the edge. Or…
  2. Get someone else to do (I) Or…
  1. Use the slice. You coward.

    Retrieve the pancake from the floor/ceiling/wall/cat, and/or leave it in the pan for a half a minute to a minute to brown on the other side. Place on a plate underneath another plate to keep them warm. This doesn’t work terribly well, so eat them soon.

    Terrible hardship.

    Always, and this is important, remember three important lessons:

  2. The cook who doesn’t reserve some pancakes doesn’t get any pancakes
  3. The first three pancakes you make on any day will be useless.
  1. If a teflon pan catches fire, it’s not non-stick anymore. In fact, it is a Stick pan.

    These lessons have been hard earned, learn from my failures.

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Imported From Epistula MLP

Scary

Okay, so, Every single american I know is smart, aware of other cultures, and not a victim of selective editing.

However:

Via M, New housemate

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Imported From Epistula music Personal

Expand your taste in music

I have found a new way of expanding upon your musical tastes, and it goes like this:

Stage One, Lose your iPod.

This sounds like a bad thing, I admit, but to be entirely honest this was the easiest part of the entire enterprise. There I was, sitting in a pub somewhere in Soho (The John Snow, London Pub Fans. No relation to the news reader) and the iPod fell from the iPocket of my iJacket. Obviously I had, at the time, no idea of its latest desperate bid for freedom, and discovered nothing of the plan for an hour or so, on the tube home, when I discovered nothing of the iPod. Headphones? Yes. Desire to listen to loud bangy music? Check. iPod? Nope.

I was… distraught. Unhappy. It’s not that music is a large part of my life, or that I spend almost all my existence with a background soundtrack of music or other people (Currently listening to: One More Won’t Kill Me, by the Hedrons, the iTunes store free single of the week), except in the ways that it, you know, is. My iPod was lost, my iPod was gone, alas and a lack of music. I walked home to the sounds of the Underground, Walthamstow High Street on a Sunday evening, and the quiet of a sleeping flat.

When you order an iPod from the Apple store, they ask if you want something engraved on the reverse. Being something of a creative soul, I spent hours – literally – wracking my brain for a pithy two line quote to go on the back of my music store. /dev/music was good, but too geeky. “If music be the food of love, play carbonara” too Shakespearian, any Divine Comedy lyric too long. Bored of the entire enterprise, I eventually just fed it my email address.

Very few times in my existence will I be more thankful for my lack of creative endeavour on demand, as the Pod was picked up by – amazingly – an honest soul, who is also an aspiring DJ, and emailed me to let me know he’d found the little black box of magic. Picking it up, it wasn’t working, so he’d plugged it in at home, and iTunes had – in its helpful way – erased it and replaced it with his music, which is what it contained when it got back into my hot little hands yesterday. Hours upon hours of new music to listen to, until eventually I marked down the stuff I liked, plugged it into my laptop, and got my music back on it once again.

It is good to sometimes be reminded that parts of humanity are worth the effort.

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Humour Imported From Epistula

Bring the funny

Women are funnier than men verses Men are funnier than women

Culture Wars! Round X! FIGHT!

(Different people are funny in different ways. News at 11)

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Imported From Epistula web development

Two Point What

I don’t care what the marketing people mean when they say “Web 2.0”.

I don’t even care when you tell me it’s about slight gradients, rounded corners, whatever.

Because what I mean when I tell *you* about “Web 2.0” is this:

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Imported From Epistula MLP music

Music memes

Memes! That’s what I can do!

Stolen from Carrie, incidentally.

So, the rules of this one are:

  1. Load up all your music.
  2. Stick it on shuffle/random
  1. For each question, answer with the next track that plays.

    I was planning on cheating for this, but in the end I really, really didn’t need to…

    How does the world see me? :

    “Left me for dead – Rob Dougan”

    You didnt stop to look round
    You were gone before I hit the ground
    You went on your way
    And no prayer was said
    Ah, you left me for dead

    Will I have a happy life? :

    “Will I? – Rent OST

    Will I Lose My Dignity
    Will Someone Care
    Will I Wake Tomorrow
    From This Nightmare?

    What do my friends really think of me? :

    “National Brotherhood Week – Tom Lehrer”

    But during National Brotherhood Week
    National Brotherhood Week
    New Yorkers love the Puerto Ricans
    ‘Cause it’s very chic
    Step up and shake the hand
    Of someone you can’t stand
    You can tolerate him if you try

    Do people secretly lust after me? :

    “Friscko – Skullfuck”

    How can I make myself happy? :

    “Ski Sunday (Drum & Bass Mix) – Diffusion”

    What should I do with my life? :

    “Please Shut Up – Mike Spencer”

    That is the message I deliver to little kids
    Your gonna become famous and never know what talent is.
    Of course they gonna like you, of course they do!
    Your like a cartoon version of Ricky Schroder on Silver Spoons!

    Will I ever have children? :

    “Bob the Builder vs Eminem – Diffusion”

    What is some good advice for me? :

    “Son of a Gun – Yazbek” (Originally The La’s)

    If you want I’ll sell you a life story
    About a man who’s at loggerheads with his past all the time
    He’s alive and living in purgatory
    All he’s doing is rooming up in hotels
    And scooping up lots of wine

    How will I be remembered? :

    ”(I’m always touched by your) Presents – Syd Straw” (Orig: Blondie)

    Was it destiny
    I don’t know yet
    Was it just by chance? Could this be Kismet?
    Something in my consciousness told me you’d appear
    Now I’m always touched by your presence dear

    What is my signature dance song? :

    “Gaudete – Mediaeval Baebes”

    Gaudete, gaudete
    Christus est natus
    ex Maria Virgine: Gaudete
    Tempus adest gratiae, Hoc quod optabamus;
    Carmina laeticiae Devote redamus.

    What do I think my current theme song is? :

    “No Matter Who You Vote For (The Govenment Always Gets In) – Bonzo Dog Doo-dah Band”

    Noises on the radio
    Megaphones on cars
    Sermons from the Street of Shame
    Know-it-alls in bars
    Posters in suburbia
    Experts on t.v.
    Don’t let them disturb-i-ya
    They’re just the powers that be

    What song will play at my funeral? :

    “An Angel Returned – Trans-Siberian Orchestra”

    It was the glow of a light
    It was the heart of a song
    It was the tear of a child
    Where they never belonged
    It was the wish of a soul
    On an old neon light
    And the Lord smiled at him
    On that cold winter night

    What type of people do I like to date ? :

    “Convoy – C.W McCall”

    Was the dark of the moon, on the sixth of June
    In a Kenworth, pullin’ logs
    Cabover Pete with a reefer on
    And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs
    We ‘as headin’ fer bear on I-One-Oh
    ‘Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town
    I sez Pig-Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck
    An’ I’m about to put the hammer on down

    What is my day going to be like?

    “Dirty Business – Dresden Dolls”

    She’s the kind of girl who looks for love in all the lonely places
    The kind who comes to poker pockets stuffed with kings and aces
    She’s the kind of girl who only asks you over when its raining
    Just to make you lie there catching water dripping from the ceiling

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Imported From Epistula weblog

All caught up

Over christmas I stopped checking Google Reader for a little while. Until, in fact, January 6th or so. And then there was work, and unemployment, and reemployment and such.

Am now, for the first time in 2007, completely up to date on my RSS feeds.

Okay, bored now.

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2007 Imported From Epistula

Non-literal crack

I’ve moved house. Again.

And so a series of things happen, meaning I’m now living in Walthamstow. Fortunately, I am a member of Walthamstow Pool Hall already, and I have friends here, and it’s close to the tube, and stuff.

The house has been without the tubes of tinternet for a couple of weeks, including the week or so I’ve been here, but now they are back.

I went to Pub Standards on Thursday, which I discovered by stalking Natalie Downe via the wonder that is Twitter. This eventually involved a nice pub, an amount of beer, and the discussion of jokes about breezeblocks with the internet’s Dean Edwards. Do not ask me to tell you the breezeblock joke.

New design of AqCom is happening. I’ve got a better idea of what I want the site to look like now. Elements of this, bits of that, and some magic of Ajax. The design is now on paper. Next stage is colour, then mock-up in PSP, Photoshop, or something. Then cut up and CSS/HTMLify, hack Epistula to do the things it needs to do that it doesn’t do already (Epistula’s coming up to five years old now, and there’s very little I actually need to change from the original basic design. Apart from the lack of proper templating, which I should have done properly the first time. One day I’ll have another two months free to rewrite it…)

First week at work has been fun, with gunfights and tea and monitors and laptops and meetings and code and designs and jam. I’m unlikely to specifically start talking about exactly what I’m doing – at least not for a few months or we get a company blog or something – but the results of some of the stuff I’m doing may get refactored and turned into articles. Possibly.

The company as a whole has Clue, which is nice.

But yes, I have Moved. That is this place here is now Home, and that place up there is now Away. At some point soonish, I’m going to shift the rest of Away into my new Home (Having moved from an entire two bedroom house into that studio flat, I’m perfectly sure I can now fit it all into a single room in a shared house. Oh yes). Today me and Brother The Second wandered up to Bedford to pick up the pile of cushions I laughingly refer to as a bed and shift it down here so I can stop sleeping in the living room.

The world continues apace.