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September 30, 2006

Minor Changes

Who says I don't listen to feedback???

It turns out that my "readership" is roughly split in half on a certain number of topics. 50% of you like the fact that the blog includes some funny comments and posts, and like the fact that there is *usually* one post a day to at least pass the time at work. The other 50% of you would rather I stuck to the subject matter at hand, even if it meant less posts.

I'm a big believer in quality over quantity, even if it isn't really obvious by my writings; but I do think that I should write about my life to give all readers, especially those who have not been with us for too long, a better understanding of me and where I'm coming from.

The Dilema

How do I keep the funny comments, pictures, posts for 50% of people, but limit the amount of redundant posts/space take up on the front page for those that don't want to see it?

The Solution

The Show / Hide button I use for posts considered NOT WORK SAFE.
From now on, long posts, non relavent posts, images, t-shirts, funnies, pictures, nonsence, rants etc, will all require a click to be seen. I'll clearly state the category at the top of the post so you know whether it's safe or not safe for work. I know it's not exactly genius idea, and it does require me to put in a small bit of effort, but, I do hope that this keeps both sides happy. I'm really really happy to hear any feedback, via comments, email or MSN.

September 29, 2006

Major Site updates

Major thanks to Kev for hand coding most of these changes.

It's been a long process for him as many of these features are *not* avilible on the blogging service I use, so he's literally had to hack out some amazing code, and I appreciate the time he's put in. I do hope it improves your interactivity with the site, especially those of you who read it at work, or who are more selective about what you come here to read and comment on.

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Taking my geekyness to the next level, I've made some rather sweeping changes to how the blog works in the past 6 weeks. Some are things that people have been screaming about for quite some time, so I'm hoping that these changes should push us through that magic 100 unique views a day / minimum 10 posts per topic barrier.

1. Formatting on your comments.

Comments can now have HTML added to them to make them easier to read.
I realise that this may involve coding for some of you (sorry), and I'm trying deperately hard to come up with a WYSISWG editor, but it looks like I'll have to get kev to hand code it, so it'll take a while.
basically, BOLD and UNDERLINE now work really well to make your points that much clearer.

2. RSS / XML feeds

These are now back working, and should work with Macs and the new versions of Windows Vista / Live software. I have about 25 people who only view the site this way, and while that's not a huge number, they do represent 25 page views for every post. Big thanks to CarolAnn for doing the testing on her Mac.

3. Better Layout Loading

I doubt you'll notice it, but the amount of code generated has roughly halfed, so the whole page should load quicker. I've also cut back on quite a few design features, so that I can integrate more information on the right hand pane. I'm definately up for any suggestion you might have.

4. Flickr

Thats right, I have added some flickr integration to the blog. So anyone that's got a photo of themselves, please please send it to me and we can all see each other. I'd really like a small sense of community here, and I think that would really help. Ok, i'm lying, i'm after naked pics...

5. NOW WORK SAFE!!!!

This, my friends, is the one you've been waiting on.

All non work safe comments are now placed inside a hidden div, and you HAVE to click on them to be able to view them. I'm so so glad of this, and currently it's working in IE6 and Firefox browsers. Safari for the Mac has a small issue with some images being visible until the whole page loads, but I've had to ask Kev to re-look at the code, as it's not a simple cut and paste job.

I'm so very happy with this one, as I know that a number of you can't look at the site at work for fear of seeing something that you shouldn't. Hopefully, thats a thing of the past.

And now...

I need help. Play around with these changes. Tell me via email or comments if any of them are useful. Tell me if there is anything you'd like to see added. I've been asked for Polls, PodCasts, BlogLinks, better search option, better archiving, VideoCasts, spellchecks, filters and more. Some of them are not what I want to do with the site, some really really are. But I'd really appreciate some feedback.

thanks,

Steve

September 23, 2006

Celtic 2 - 0 Rangers

* posted form PDA in pub *

Old Firm

I'm on the 8.15am plane from Heathrow up to Glasgow to see the first Old Firm game of the season.
For those of you who haven't worked out which team I'm supporting, I'm hoping this might be that oh-so-less-than-subtle hint that you've all come to know and love me for:

Miss Celtic

Missceltic

Miss Rangers

Missrangers

September 19, 2006

See, people DO listen to me...

Fonz_hook After my suggestion yesterday, that the FONZ would be a great pirate, and maybe dare we say it, better than the HOFF; it transpires that the good people of The New Wimbeldon Theatre have invited Henry Winkler (the Fonz) to play Captain Hook in this year's Panto.

And here is the kicker. He's replacing David Hasselhoff who had to pull out a few months ago.

What a way to celebrate "Talk Like A Pirate Day"

Yaaaaarrrrr.

Oh, here's the BBC link for those of you who are really bored at work

September 18, 2006

All Hope Abandon, Ye Who Enter Here

Tomorrow is Talk Like A Pirate Day.

Yes, finally flat chested woman have rescued the word Pirate, by creating this fine fine day of work place shenanigans.

Now to get you into the mood, everyone say "Yaaaaaarrrrrr".

Ok, now you're getting into it. Infact, um, thats it. But it'll make you smile while working at least for a little moment. Yes, today, you have another reason not to walk out onto that ledge...

I've attached a link to the photos below on help on how you too can talk like a pirate.
Click on the FONZ for how to speak like a pirate in English

Fonz_pirate

Click on the HOFF for those of you who want to speak like a German Pirate.

Hoff_pirate

(I know, I know, but I've got an IP mapper going, and I have a surprising amount of german readers)

September 15, 2006

an illuminating friendship...

It’s 4.30 pm
I’m just back from Lunch.
A 2 hour lunch. Except I’ve yet to eat.

There are times in life when you can’t make this shit up.
Those of you who have met Kev, and I know a few of you have, will probably already realise this. He’s… special.

Today Kev was coming to meet me for lunch at 2pm. I figured I’d buy him a McDonalds and wander to get myself some bedroom accessories (that’s not a metaphor – I need a lamp and new alarm clock since, um, well, a bed room incident with a very wild youngster).

Kev turned up at 2.30. Drunk.
Apparently his new work had gone for drinks at 12.30, and Kev took advantage of the bar tab. I didn’t even ask why he didn’t go back to work, with Kev, you accept him being fired from jobs for this sort of shit as standard.

On the plus side being that drunk mean that he didn’t want any food, so we went straight to M&S. I managed to find an alarm clock with no real issues, after telling Kev that the mannequins in the shop had shockingly large nipples so that he’d be distracted for a good 5 minutes. The sentence “we need real ones for a basis of comparison” was my hint to pick up the first clock and leave! Sadly my luck ended about there…

Next stop Lamps.

I’m wandering round and I see this lovely lovely lamp. Now normally, not something I’m going to get too excited about, but it’s base was plastic (in case I got another European visitor) and it had a lovely glow to it (I’m not nuts - the base thing actually glowed – look I’ve attached a picture). Anyway, I’m holding it and looking for a price when I smell the alcohol coming closer. And then, it happens…

Kev " That an odd looking lamp "

Me " I think it’s cool "

Kev " Why

Me " It’s a touch lamp "

Kev " Dude, you can touch all lamps, just hold out your hand "

Me " No,you [edited]. If just have to touch it to turn it on "

Kev " Ha if only I could find a woman like that "

Me " Oh God "

Kev picking one up, and stroking it with his other hand...

Kev " Hey baby "

Kev " How YOU doin’ (ala joey from friends) "

Me " Easy Lenny, put it down. "

Kev " Don’t listen to him baby, I’ll take you home, put you next to the bed, you love it when I touch you, you know it turns you on "

Seriously, all that, said in a drunken Scottish accent. I leave the isle to go and buy my lamp and alarm clock, praying not to notice whether he’s stroking of trying to hump the lamp…

I get about 3 steps from the cashier when I hear it.
A large crashing, tinkling sound.
Think Bull + China Shop + drinking!

I turn round, slowly, almost hoping that it’s some other drunk idiot that’s causing the commotion when I hear it.

Kev " MY BAD! Sorry everyone! Sorry! "

I go back round, to see the damage. Kev is trying to sweep 2 lamps under the rack before the Security Guard comes over. He is neither subtle or quick enough.

Guard " What happened here? "

Kev " We got carried away "

I hoped the guard thought he was referring to WE being him and the lamp, and not WE being me and kev. I was wrong.

Guard " So how did the lamps break sir? "

Kev " I slapped her "

Guard " Slapped? Her? "

Kev " Yes, she said she liked it rough. "

Guard " Rough, sir? "

Kev " Yes, she suggested a 3some with her friend here (points to the other lamp – or whats left of it). "

Guard " Did she now? "

Kev " Yes, she’s a touch lamp! She liked it when I touched her. It turned her on. "

It’s at that stage when the security guard grabbed Kev.

I offered to pay for the damages (hoping that it wouldn’t include mental damages), when Kev shouted across the department.

Kev " Don’t pay anything, she’s a tease, she came on to me I tell ya!! SHE CAME ON TO ME!!! "

We were then kept in separate rooms until the police arrived to take a statement. I dealt with it quickly, paid for the 3 lamps and left. I’m presuming Kev is fine as I got a text from him saying “hope you didn’t snitch on me. Thanks for lunch!”.

I need new friends. Well, at least 1.

September 14, 2006

Weekend?

I had to post this. Just to prove the level of in competency that surrounds me even on MSN conversations with my friends. You join us during a mass MSN conversation that happened this lunch time…

Steve: "Hey, so whats the plan for next weekend? We still going clubbing?  "

Nav: "next Weekend?  "

James: "I thought it was a week from next weekend.  "

Kev: "You mean two weekends from now?  "

Nav: "No, we're going out next weekend.  "

James: "Hold on, when exactly is next weekend?  "

Kev: "You're telling me you don't know when next weekend is?  "

James: "Yeah  "

Kev: "Noob  "

Steve: "STFU kev.  "

Nav: "It's in 2 days  "

Steve: "No, thats a weekend  "

Kev: "Yes, Next weekend is a weekend.  "

Steve: "No, I meant this weekend.  "

James "We're not doing anything this weekend.  "

Steve: "No, i mean, the weekend in 2 days is this weekend.  "

Kev: "No, it's the next weekend.  "

James: "So, again, when is next weekend exactly?  "

Steve: "It's when we go clubbing!  "

James: "And when is that?  "

Steve: "Next weekend.  "

Kev: "In two weekends  "

Nav: "WTF?  "

Steve: "Are you two fucking with me?  "

Nav: "For the love of God learn to use a calendar.  "

James: "Ok, so what date is next weekend?  "

Steve: "23rd  "

Kev: "16th  "

Steve: "So which one are we going clubbing on?  "

Kev: "I thought we were going on the 29th.  "

Nav: "Yeah 29th  "

James: "That makes sense.  "

Steve: "So, we're NOT going next weekend or this weekend but in 2 weekends?  "

Kev: "Depends on if you this this weekend and the next weekend are the same thing.  "

James: "errrr, so when is next weekend?  "

Nav: "Dude, i don't know what to say to that...  "

Steve: "You're all nuts. I'm logging off and going back to work...  "

*sigh*

September 13, 2006

See, it's not all me...

I can't begin to tell you how many emails have been flooding in from scorned women. It's really getting crazy!
In an attempt to calm some people down, i've begged CarolAnn to let me post her email from yesterday:

Took almsot 2 bottles of wine and 2 for 1 pizza at the junction, but here it is:

Pppppppfffffffffffftttttttt!!!

You know you’re an idiot honey?

I was surprised when you came round the other day, but I’m glad we were able to talk this out. We’ve been friends for almost 2 years now, and I didn’t want something like this getting in the way. I'd love for this email to draw a line under it, and I hope that by accepting some of the blame for the “incident” we can move on.

I still can’t believe that you just swivelled and walked out. I didn’t know where to look or what to say, but I am beginning to laugh about it. Obviously last week I had to be mortified for [the fugly friend – name hidden], but the way you just turned so quickly after shaking our hands was so so funny. Not even a look back, or a pretend to use the phone. Not many men could pull that off, and I guess that is one of the things that keeps us friends.

It has taken me a few days and some chats with the girls but I’ve come to realise that you may be right about the separation of “what” you did and “why” you did it.

I did refuse to give you [the real date – name hidden]’s name, picture and contact details because we all decided that it would be really romantic for it to be a “blind” date. [same girl] told us she thought you were funny on your blog the weekend before, when we hatched this plan. I see now, that it can cause some confusion. I’m also sorry for saying “here she is” when I saw [the bad one] return form the bathroom, as I did think that [the good one] would be right with her, and then it’d be really obvious that one matched the description I gave you. Maybe you're right about God hating you???

It ‘ll help you to know that when I told the story to Jo on Sunday, she did chip in “oh god, you didn’t bring [ugly one] with you, did you?”. So maybe I was wrong to bring her along, but as you can see, I rarely get to meet her out as… well… the men don’t exactly come running when we’re with her.

[ Deleted paragraph about dating being hard in London, with examples about CarolAnn ]

I’m happy to set you up with dates if you still want, though I’ll have to tell the girls about this one first. I’m sure some will find it funny. Maybe. But if you want them, I want a set of guidelines to go by so I don’t get the blame next time!!

[ Deleted paragraph about plans for the weekend CarolAnn ]

Love CarolAnn

P.S. She’s not that bad. And we’re all sensitive about her bald patches, so maybe don’t mention them again!

Ok, now ladies, deep breaths. Breathe in, Breathe out...

September 11, 2006

Shallow Hal needs a Gal

I think that maybe I’ve not been as eloquent as I could have been about what happened last week, as I do think I’m being judged a tad harshly. I think many people are mixing up WHAT I did and WHY I did it.

WHAT I did

I appreciate that WHAT I did was wrong. I should have stayed and chatted to the girl I met in the bar with CarolAnn. I should definitely not have just walked out, and I should not have been to so rude to my friend. There are all points that I should have been adult enough to realise as I was shaking her hand. Instead all I thought of was this:

Right Shoulder  “Fuck, I didn’t even arrange one of those phone calls to save you 10 minutes in.”
Left Shoulder “Didn’t you watch enough TV for that to sink in?”
Right Shoulder “ Oh NOW you have a comment? How the hell do I get out of this?”
Left shoulder “Easy. Walk”
Right shoulder “Walk, like just walk out?”
Left Shoulder “yep, the door is behind you, and it’s a single door, she won’t fit though”
Right shoulder “Right, I’ll tell the feet…”
Left Shoulder "Don't worry about it, they felt the tremors of her wlaking, they're at the door already!"

And so I walked. It was rude and I’m really sorry for my actions, and they are un-defendable. WHAT I did was wrong, but WHY I did it, well that’s something else.

WHY I did it

I have to say, I take a little offence at the Shallow comments. I’ve seen many a shallow man, in know a good few, and I’ve got to say, it’s not been something that’s been levelled at me before. The realism is that to stay on a date (blind or otherwise) I have to be attracted to the person in some way. Now, in simple terms, I’m a 7. To a man, that means I have a shot at 8s, maybe a drunken 9, and a good chance with anything 5-7. It means, that I have slept with 4s when drunk (see the 6 and 4 story). But, not wanting to be on a date with a 3 doesn’t make me shallow!

Timzaccheo I realise the whole “know the person inside” crap that women dole out constantly, but let me tell you, when you’re greeted by the prospect of a night with a 5 foot, 20 stone middle aged woman, who has a lazy eye, missing teeth and bald patches and plastered on make up like a bad TV hooker; you suddenly think… “maybe I can do a little better here”. I shit you not, this “woman” and I’m starting to use that term loosely cos I’m fairly confident that “she” was using hormones to achieve her “look”; reminded me of that thing from the Goonies!! And I know that you all may think I’m being Shallow or cruel, and I do apologise for being cruel, but I DARE someone to prove me wring on this (CarolAnn, you and your friends can send me photos – something you REFUSED to do before the date).

Look, I’m far from thinking I’m God’s Gift or anything like that, and I’m sorry I did what I did, but my reasoning behind it was sound. It’s a terrible thing to say that someone is so ugly that you didn’t want to spend 1 more minute of your time with them, but that’s honestly they way it was.

I don’t think that makes me a scumbag (sorry for using your word Suzy, but the ones in my emails are even worse and non work safe). There are men out there that beat and rape women, that kill people, and do things to kids and/or animals, that serial date and talk during the opera. I’m a guy, a normal guy, who was presented with a situation that truly truly shocked me and I panicked. I know I did wrong, but it’s not me that raised the bar. CarolAnn emailled me about a very different girl, so it wasn’t me who raised the bar! And even with a raised bar, I’m happy for someone to limbo under it, heck I probably limbo under quite a few of the bars women want. Being blunt about what sort of minimum level I have is just honest, which, rather confusingly, is what women always say they want from us men. [ n.b. we’re learning how big a lie that is – slowly of course ]

So I have three quick points to make, and then I have to go to work.

1) For all women claim that “a sense of humour” is the number one thing you’re after: How many of you have been approached by random men in a bar/club/street and you’ve just stopped and talked to everyone one of them? Have you ever looked at the person and said “actually, I’m not attracted to any bit of you” and just turned them down? Have you ever not turned them down nicely? If the thought of women doing that seems alien and unrealistic, go ask ANY man over the age of 4 who will happily reel off the experiences of how this happens all the time. Physical attraction, when actually “meeting” someone is absolutely vital.

2) The Shallow Hal thing doesn’t work. Seeing the “inner person” is bollocks. It worked for the film because Hal didn’t see the total Heffer. I ask you, how many time you’d see someone like Paltrow in a Fat Suit with a half decent looking man? In real life? I mean, while I REALLY need a woman with a personality, I also don’t think it’s too much to ask to get my arms round them. I’m also fussy about having that 3rd or 4th chin. I can also do without the beard too…

Me, I’d love to look at the person within, and see who is funny/intelligent/caring etc. But it’s life and you need to have a conversation with the person, and the realism is that it doesn’t work that way. We all have minimums, and sure a male minimum is more flexible than a female, but why is it that we men are not allowed a minimum, and god forbid if we do, we’re called "shallow"? But for women, it’s called “having standards”. It’s a massive hypocrisy ladies.

3) Although I am still really sorry for the way I acted, and I’ve apologised to all concerned in emails and phone calls enough last week; CarolAnn, I feel you’re a little to blame. A photo wouldn’t have killed you. I sent you one of me to pass on. Heck, a freaking NAME wouldn’t have killed you either, that way I would have known it wasn’t the woman in question when I met her. Or even, God Forbid, a heads up when you felt the tremors of her walking towards us from the bathroom that I wasn’t meant to be dating her, might have helped. And not “here she is”, because if you say “here she is” and then the wrong one appears – it ain’t my fault! I was given really bad intel.

Ok, this seems like more of a rant than I wanted it to be. We men are pigeon holed constantly. If we aim too high (9/10), we're kidding ourselves. If we aim just above us, we're in competition whith the good looking men who're too sleezy/stoopid to get the 9/10s. If we aim for 7s and 6s, we're told we're being Shallow in not talking to the 3/4/5s. If we talk to any of the 3/4/5s, then none of the 6-10s want to talk to use ever, because "clearly we're just hitting on any old girl to get a shag". Shallowness and Superficialness aer both words that are bandied about far too often by women, when really, the guy is just being honest.

I want to be with somone I am attracted to. And I don't see the hanging offence in that...