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29 November 2009 @ 08:00 am

Braganini Reserve 2007 Pinot Noir
Background: Aged on French oak for eight months.

Nose: Cherries and strawberries, earthy hints of mushroom.

Taste: Light red fruit, light hints of oak. Grapefruit pith on the finish.

Overall: Not great. The most disappointing wine I’ve had from St. Julian, particularly a disappointment since the Braganini Reserve are supposed to be their showcase wines. It’s light and drinkable, but lacks the spicy richness of a great Pinot Noir.

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So, after another yet another thoroughly busted nights' sleep, I rise to greet the world with my intolerant face plastered dead front and centre. Everything gets on my nerves, and pretty quickly I start to fantasise about murdering each of the delivery drivers of today's petty irritations in alphabetical order. (Of course that would mean actually learning some of their names, and I have no real desire to get any chummier with Neckbrace Batshit Woman than I'm already forced to be).

Just as I'm getting thoroughly down and dirty with my homicidal urges though, I'm forced to think on the letter I received last night from a university friend who is currently fighting her way through the dark wood that is breast cancer. And doing so with a grace and dignity that is most humbling to mean old bitchfaces like me. I felt truly small whilst reading it (hush now) but more importantly and usefully I felt honoured to know someone who is that coherent, positive and courageous as she faces up to a problem that cannot truly be shared, and certainly not delegated or troubleshot.

On that chastened note I am going to bed now. And hopefully my crankypants have been put away on the highest shelf in the house and can gather some well deserved dust.
 
 
Now Playing:: Cabaret Voltaire- Microphonies
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 09:54 pm
she was my sisters dog but part of the family for the last 12 years. she had to be put to sleep today.



 
 
29 November 2009 @ 08:20 pm


this concept is not a new thought to me.... just saying...
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 07:52 pm
This will be of no interest to most of my friends list, so it's going below a cut :)
That said, for any of my friends who know other people who are interestedin BPAL, feel free to send them this way :)

BPAL Bottles for Sale )
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Mood: productive
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 08:39 am
Sunday morning started for me at around half three. The Chinese from last night was loaded with MSG and the varnish-like flavour enhancer and I do not get on. I lay under the kitchen tap for a while, drinking cold Thames Water to try and rehydrate my head[1]. No matter how much I drank, I would need more water in a few minutes. By the time I had managed to flush away the last of the MSG, Tinkerbell and Marlowe (The Cats) were ready for some attention. Whilst Tinkerbell is happy with simply climbing on top of me and purring loudly. Marlowe takes a hard-boiled approach and will reach under the duvet, hook a hand with his claw and pull it out and put it down on his head for a stroke. Whilst I adore the ability of the cats to communicate with me, I do not adore a 4am demand for attention.

So I am sitting here, clutching a mug of coffee for fear of falling and switching between writing projects. I've started a really fundamental re-write of Saying Goodbye to Amy[2] (SGTA). So much so that I have written a new character, introduced a new character who will need to be woven in to the main story, and planned some changes to the story that will make it a lot darker; however I also think these changes will turn it from a 'story' into a novel. I've also made two really big decisions. One is that it is a fantasy novel, and no matter how much I try to wriggle out of it, The Story will be happier if I acknowledge that it is a portal fantasy and let it abide by the rules of the form. The second is that as much as I love the working title of "Saying Goodbye to Amy", that is not what the piece is about any more and I need to move on.

Like naming a band, or a pet, naming a novel can take longer than writing the whole thing in the first place. I've got "Wychwood End" as a title in my head, and yet it doesn't seem to belong to this story; There is "Fiddle Man", but I don't feel right, naming the piece after the antagonist; The Fantasy Novel Title Generator was quite serendipitous when it gave me "The stringed Princess", (but less so with "Twilight's Chaos"). I guess "Wychwood" might work? However, these things are less important than the actual editing and re-writing - there will be plenty of time for being precious about what it is going to be called when it is finished.

In another window I have my college piece open. We're looking at prolepsis this week. The first piece I wrote, which actually belongs to SGTA, has a flashback rather than a flashforwards and so I am experimenting with something else which I have lifted from an earlier piece and tweaked.

In yet another window I have a copy of Final Draft open. I do not know how it works.


                                                             FADE IN:



               INT. CLOCK-MAKER'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT TIME

               The workshop looks like a Rebrandt painting.  Most of it is
               in shadow.  The workbench is lit by a gas lamp.  There are
               ordered tools on velvet rolls either side, but in the
               middle a jumble of tiny cogs and springs and screws.
               The CLOCK-MAKER, the sort of old man who makes people smile,
               reaches for a strange pair of spectacles.  They have lenses
               in front of the lenses which can flip up and down for close
               work.  He puts them on and then reaches for a miniature screwdriver.


                                   CLOCKMAKER (SINGING)
                         Silent Night
                         Holy Night
                         All is Calm
                         All is --


               There is sudden movement from the pile of cogs in front of
               him.  A mouse, about the size of the "tube mice" who live
               on the London Underground, runs out from under the pile,
               scattering the cogs everywhere.


                         Clockmaker (JUMPING) 
                         Oh goodness!



* * *

I am going to have another coffee, and a shower, and then see if I can't trick my battered body into thinking it has had a full night's sleep in the last week by repeating the exercise again.


[1] The rest of me was fine, just my head and brain were dessicated
[2] I wrote the first draft of Saying Goodbye to Amy in a week in February of 2005. I have been re-writing it ever since. (Even though I have thought it was finished, it keeps surprising me)
 
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 06:14 pm
A case of CRU denying temperature data to independent scientists. Asking good questions about the refusal to share raw data. About those emails:
However, we do now have hundreds of emails that give every appearance of testifying to concerted and coordinated efforts by leading climatologists to fit the data to their conclusions while attempting to silence and discredit their critics.
That seems a more sober assessment than some of the sceptical triumphalism around the place. What they raise about the “black box” issue and the way research is funded. Retired climatologist Tim Ball on what it all means. The best comment I have seen on the hacked emails:
The emails help to shed light on some aspects of peer review that skeptics have suspected for years. It is increasingly clear that climate scientists in the monoculture have been using peer review to enforce the orthodoxy. Peer review panels are stacked with members of the club, and authors who challenge the orthodoxy are shut out of publication, while authors within the monoculture use peer review as a shield against future criticism. We see in the emails members of the monoculture actually working to force editors who have the temerity to publish work critical of the orthodoxy out of their jobs. We are now learning that when alarmist scientists claim that there is little peer-reviewed science on the skeptic’s side, this is like the Catholic Church enforcing a banned books list and then claiming that everything in print supports the Church’s position.
History teaches us that whenever we allow a monoculture – whether is be totalitarian one-party rule or enforcing a single state religion, corruption follows. Without scrutiny of their actions, actors in such monocultures have few checks and little accountability. Worse, those at the center of such monocultures can become convinced of their own righteousness, such that any action they take in support of the orthodoxy is by definition ethically justified.
This, I think, is exactly what we see at work in the Hadley emails.
Making the monoculture point rather more emphatically:
All the manipulation, distortion and suppression revealed by these emails took place because it would seem these scientists knew their belief was not only correct but unchallengeable; and so when faced with evidence that showed it was false, they tried every which way to make the data fit the prior agenda. And those who questioned that agenda themselves had to be airbrushed out of the record, because to question it was simply impossible. Only AGW zealots get to decide, apparently, what science is. Truth is what fits their ideological agenda. Anything else is to be expunged.
In other words, dissent is illegitimate in both content and motive. A more moderate version on the social validation of knowledge:
To be completely clear, I don’t think that either ideological motivation or even intimidation tactics prove that these scientists’ views are wrong. Their research should be assessed on its own merits, irrespective of their motivations for conducting it. However, these things should affect the degree to which we defer to their conclusions merely based on their authority as disinterested experts.
The emails as revealing the scientific equivalent of “machine politics”. Post with lots of links.

Sen. Inhofe, who is looking a touch prescient, wants to start an investigation. Including a warning letter to Dr Mike Mann. The CEI has lodged notice to sue for NASA’s refusal to supply documents under FOI requests.

George Monbiot apologises, calls for Jones’ resignation. Responding to Monbiot. Suggesting there is a general antipathy to open debate:
If the argument isn’t going your way, close it down. This was ever the way of liberal-left. Criticize the European Socialist Superstate and you’re a “Little Englander”; object to wind farms spoiling your view and you’re a “NIMBY”; demand curbs on immigration and you’re “a racist”; desire better education for your kids and you’re “elitist”; question the current majority scientific view on AGW and you’re a “Denier” who deserves only to be scorned, vilified and preferably silenced.
The debate is getting even more heated. Retired climate scientist Vincent Gray calls fraud:
Nothing about the revelations surprises me. I have maintained email correspondence with most of these scientists for many years, and I know several personally. I long ago realized that they were faking the whole exercise.
When you enter into a debate with any of them, they always stop cold when you ask an awkward question.

President Eisenhower’s farewell address famously warned of the military-industrial complex getting too much power. But he also warned of:
… Partly because of the huge costs involved, a government contract becomes virtually a substitute for intellectual curiosity. For every old blackboard there are now hundreds of new electronic computers. The prospect of domination of the nation's scholars by Federal employment, project allocations, and the power of money is ever present – and is gravely to be regarded.
Yet, in holding scientific research and discovery in respect, as we should, we must also be alert to the equal and opposite danger that public policy could itself become the captive of a scientific-technological elite.
Particularly if dissent become illegitimate. If one thinks dissent is illegitimate, it also makes perfect sense to stop “evil” opinions invading “proper” journals, etc. To the extent that moral judgment is going to trump evidence.

On Climategate, the BBC is apparently in “nothing to see here" mode. Tim Flannery discusses the hacked emails on the ABC. Noting a shift in what it is apparently acceptable to say. Climategate gets lots of Google™ hits, rather less media coverage.

The prospects for an Oz ETS:
Economist and Reserve Bank of Australia board member Warwick McKibbin warns the Carbon Pollution Reduction Scheme is "fundamentally unstable", the price of permits will be "inherently volatile" and the Copenhagen agenda is in "total disarray". "The political fallout from this is going to lead to changes," he says.
For geographical and political reasons, Australia does not have the hydro or nuclear alternatives to replace coal-fired baseload electricity. That makes it more costly for us to cut emissions compared with the US, Europe and Japan. That increases the risk of "leakage" of our carbon-intensive industries offshore to developing economies, such as China, where emissions restrictions are less stringent.
Tony Abbott on the politics of the issue.

ADDENDA The FOI angle very well set out. Replication is absolutely central to science. If uninvolved third parties cannot replicate it, it is not science. The notion that only "vetted" people with the "right" intentions can have the data is not merely not scientific, it is anti-scientific.
 
 
Location: home
Mood: sleepy
Now Playing:: wind noises
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 03:26 pm
more photos :]
when david was still on holiday we went to St kilda pier on night to check out the penguins. didn't get any decent shots of those cute critters though (no flash photography allowed and it was a bit dark to take any decent shots of them waddling around :)

I did get a few shots of the pier and lovely sunset though, and I also tried a few more long exposure shots, though it was tricky with lots of people around and a bit of wind meant my tripod wasn't completely stable

near sunset
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29 November 2009 @ 03:10 pm
Our festy circus freaks are back in town!!!





I dressed Emily last year to match the red sequined vodka...hmmm... :)
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 02:59 pm
Voon  
I am wasting my day. It is awesome.

Yesterday was W40K with [info]kitling and [info]nigelw, tomorrow is my day off! Huzzah! And birthday drinks for a friend at the PoW and hanging out with cute dykes. But today? Today I've done half a load of washing and I'm drinking bourbon and watching DVDs and playing computer games and eating chips. Because I can. And because 2 days is never a long enough weekend, so I'm taking advantage of my long weekend to piss one entire day up against the wall. Huzzah!

Edit: It occurs to me that it'd be rather droll to record all the random things I yell out when I'm alone in the house for a day. Of course, bugger doing that for myself so I'd need some kind of secretary which would ruin the aloneness aspect of things, but as long as they could make a good martini, what would I care?

Anyway, I just yelled out: "Take that bear! That's what I think of nature!" 5 points to anyone who has any idea why.
 
 
Mood: dilettante
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 12:04 am
Lomography.

Another few rolls back from the special chemist.

Features lurking in the moonlight waiting for the camera, buildings, Sno-cats and blown Dodge Chargers. (The last two from the second half of the Wisconsin experience.)
 
 
Mood: Harmonia
Now Playing:: Jim
 
 
29 November 2009 @ 09:46 am
it's finally done!



click here to download (zip, 108,414,681 bytes)

01. Jeff Graff (8:45)
02. Hats Off To You, Simon Tempest (7:44)
03. Usual Bridge III (10:34)
04. Ezra (10:54)
05. From The Rooftops (3:51)
06. Winterbell (10:57)
07. Reals (13:07)
08. Dreamity (9:47)


personnel:
rob, ash, dirado, sam, luke

guest:
trayce (vocals on winterbell)
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 10:12 pm
I need to let off some steam. I seem to have been working, non stop, for a month. Even this evening I have been hard at it - trying to sort out business strategy documents.

To be fair I did have a go at VH on heroic, but I sucked at healing so dropped out and went back to work.

Not been a bad day. Popped over to the tree house this morning so see my folks and to sort out a software issue of my dad's. Amusingly enough he currently writes more code than I do.

Thence over to Ilford to see 'HRH'. I held a baby. He slept and was not sick on me. I haven't quite got to grips with the bit where my friends produce a new life.

This evening, thanks in part to a very late Chinese meal and the associated food rage + two nights without enough sleep at the end of a loooong month + the crash of the last few days and I'm pretty broken.

Going to call it a night at this point and hope some sleep will set me right.

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29 November 2009 @ 01:10 am
Happy birthday [info]anthonybaxter for a couple of days ago!
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29 November 2009 @ 01:00 am
  • 09:16 Have realised the plans I thought I had for today are in fact for next week. Um. #warcraft anyone? #
  • 09:57 I just ousted Barbary L. as the mayor of Fairy goth mother's castle on @foursquare! bit.ly/6nf751 #
  • 10:30 Hrm. I think instead it is time for city missions, is it too early to get Christmas nails? #
  • 12:11 Problems goths have: Spending 30 secs at the bus stop trying to confirm your friend's identity when they're not in makeup #
  • 12:33 I just became the mayor of Capitol Square Shopping Centre on @foursquare! bit.ly/5gHdEl #
  • 13:58 This manicurist has odd methods but good results and copies of Nail Max I don't own. Also she leant me her phone charger #
  • 16:29 I just unlocked the "Explorer" badge on @foursquare! bit.ly/6gvQ4E #
  • 17:17 Aaah schadenfreude; mediaevalists in full period clothing melting at the bus stop makese feel better about my shiney sweaty face. #
  • 19:45 Home with @RubyTuesdaySaid for nerd time and #warcraft dailybooth.com/u/14z4k #
  • 19:59 I <3 my geeky father who rang me to tell me about an OzBargain listing for cheap iTunes credit and PayPal discount. digg.com/u1HCmx #
  • 20:24 Pics of my manicure today. Now I can have ridiculous Japanese 3D nail art without leaving the country. digg.com/u1HCpm #
  • 20:51 Fairy goth mother strikes again; babysitting very trashed friend who is currently sitting under my air con and watching the walls melt. #
  • 21:03 Okay one's on LSD and the other just discovered WarCrack... do you think I can get my friends to the going away party I'm meant to be at? #
  • 23:40 Ah Kelly's where everyone cheers at the glasses breaking #
  • 00:53 Being told to go to Chrome in Canberra next week. Thoughts? Offers of lift? #
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28 November 2009 @ 01:01 pm

This week I got a NEW CAMERA, had lunch with [info]nyecamden (and got a video of the Russell Square fountain for Wikipedia — a picture of a fountain is nothing to watching it actually burbling away) and was very tired. And played with Freda a lot and got stuff done at work.

After spending some time earlier in the week hand-reconciling three VirtualHost httpd.conf files that were different not only to the checked-in version but to each other (for our biggest-earning site, so rather important to get right), I asked on Twitter/Facebook about how to do macro expansion in Apache httpd.conf. The answer is, of course, mod_macro. The catch is that there are no binaries readily available for anything but Leengux, so they have to be hand-compiled for Solaris. This is fine when your Apache was compiled with gcc, less so when your live servers (12 CPU/96 thread T5140 Niagara beast machines) are running Web Stack, a Solaris-optimised AMP compiled with Sun CC. The answer is to get out there and shave that yak: download a 493MB .tar.bz2 of the entirety of Sun Studio 12.1 (which I wasn't aware is now freeware), spend ten minutes uncompressing it to 530MB (why isn't pbzip2 used by everyone?), spend twenty installing it then compile the single 30KB mod_macro.c file. And it Just Works. *exhale*

(I thought gcc-compiled .so were meant to be able to link to Sun CC programs, at least in C if not C++. httpd appears to feel otherwise, however.)

TRANSLATION FOR NON-GEEKS: I have done (obscure technical trick) that required (going ridiculously out of my way to do what should have been a simple thing) but which worked brilliantly, and will save me having to do (ridiculous effort from a few days ago) and will save us (a twisty maze of configuration files, all different when they should all be the same). Computer roadieing, man. Everything is gaffer tape.

Today we are going shopping, then I am rebuilding the front room and bleaching my hair and going to Vagabonds with the NEW CAMERA and capturing your soul. Just as soon as I have yet more caffeine.

 
 
28 November 2009 @ 08:23 pm
I finally found a decent manicurist in Sydney that will do Japanese style 3D nail art.

The girl was a bit standoffish in that way that bored manicurists can be but she did a good job and more importantly she had a number of copies of Nail Max that I don't own.





This is my happy shiney goth face ^.^

Mobile and Nail Beauty
Capitol Square Shopping Centre
Shop T30 (co share with Vodafone)
730- 743 George St
Ultimo Sydney
 
 
Mood: chipper
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 01:21 pm
On Saturday, was having a lovely dinner with [info]montjoye when she mentioned that a microbiologist friend had reported that research had been done on how long it takes viruses and bacteria to latch onto something dropped on the floor.

About 90 seconds, on average, apparently. (Presumably, that is a mean, not a mode or median.) Viruses and bacteria just do not move very quickly on their own.

So, the "5 second rule" is very low risk. Which makes sense, otherwise people would get sick a lot more often.
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Location: home
Mood: amused
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 05:32 pm
We fly in tomorrow. I remembered what I had planned for Wednesday that kept making me think brunch was Wednesday! Wednesday is Night Market - brunch is, of course, Sunday to recover from Unorthodox Russian Christmas on Saturday. Other than that, Monday is DAY OFF TO DO NOTHING, so I'm training with Kat first thing, and then powerlifting in the evening.

Who has a car and wants to come to Brooklyn on Tuesday? I'll get the Man with a Van guys to actually bring a van and carry stuff, but Megan and I could use a lift out there to meet them and to work out what we need to grab.

And being back in Hong Kong for a night has made me realise why SF and NY were vaguely underwhelming in terms of "busy city that never sleeps". Ahuh. I got your Mong Kok right here....
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 02:48 pm
Мне нравится погружаться в себя, но чем больших глубин достигаешь, тем сильнее давит груз пройденной толщи. Из памяти всплывают самые незначительные воспоминания, раздуваются глубоководными рыбами, щекочут иглами стенки черепной коробки, остаётся сжать голову руками и стонать в попытке выравнить давление. Порой удаётся, но чаще раздаётся взрыв.
Есть ещё один минус - мнительность. Как часто в депрессии я твержу на разные лады:"хочу сдохнуть, хочу сдохнуть". Но стоит только возникнуть реальной опасности, как приняв позу богомола над подушкой, я начинаю умолять бога пощадить меня: "Я часто о тебе забывал, думал, что тебя и нет вовсе, что ты это я, а я это ты, но ты ведь простишь меня, правда? Я ведь не со зла. Ты же знаешь какой я клоун, так позволь мне развлекать тебя дальше!" Лоб в подушку. Мягкую, влажную. Какое малодушие!
Который день у меня нестерпимо жжёт плечо, как раз в том месте, где я летом содрал родинку. Позавчера ночью перепуганный до усрачки поднял мать. Она осмотрела болящее место, сказала, что с родинкой - порядок, должно быть мышца простудилась, но разве мышца может дёргать? А тут ещё этот грипп.
Возможно если бы я был направлен в мир, а не в себя, то ни воспоминания, ни мнительность меня так сильно не тревожили. Что до снов, то я бы не променял их на все богатства земные, потому что по ту сторону возможно всё, вплоть до отмены смерти. Правда иногда сновидения порождают новые страхи, например мне кажется что у соседского дома всё ещё лежат две мёртвые лошади, воняют на всю улицу. Уверенность во встрече с трупами отвращает от дачи. Но может неспроста мне кошмар приснился, подсознание предупреждает - сейчас там тебе делать нечего?

Днём прочёл историю просветления Ошо. У него ушёл лишь год на то, чтобы познать настоящую реальность. Боюсь мне и жизни не хватит. Я не столько хочу проснуться, сколько боюсь. Но и крепко заснуть уже не в силах. Полу-проснувшийся. Чужой, как среди спящих, так и среди бодрствующих.
 
 
28 November 2009 @ 12:34 pm


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27 November 2009 @ 08:37 pm

I tweeted the following, in a discussion with someone else:

@jeamland mr landeryou has some history on wikipedia. (i did the sockpuppet investigation.)

Mr Landeryou saw fit to send me a threat for this:

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dgerard@gmail.com

Mr Gerard,

I am told you made reference to me in your musings on Twitter. I don't know
you, would rather not have to become familiar with who you are and what on
Earth possessed you to comment so freely about me or to edit Wikipedia to
say absurd things about me.

Your entitled to your opinion of me but I think it might be best for you to
discuss claims you make about me with me first. If you don't, I'll promise
to return the favour after an investigation into exactly what ails you. And
that really would be a waste of time for me and a very unpleasant outcome
for you, so I urge you to Twit more carefully in future.

Yours sincerely

Andrew Landeryou

I look forward to an exchange involving pie charts.

p.s.: if you don't want your months-long-running Wikipedia shenanigans remembered, it helps not to have done them. Oops, too late.

 
 
28 November 2009 @ 01:00 am
  • 11:00 Awkward pointed blush worthy questions in the kitchen in front of all my management. Thanks @vikb there will be vengeance *fist shakey* #
  • 11:06 I just ousted Sebastian as the mayor of Optus on @foursquare! bit.ly/7S7zge #
  • 11:09 Ahahahaha that's hilarious, I just ousted our social media officer as the Mayor of my office on @foursquare #
  • 13:01 Schedule review cancelled, Middleware presentation revised, being amused by the names everyone is giving their houses on @foursquare #
  • 13:03 For the other Malks Moogle (@halfabeard) and @Kirubanzai have joined Twitter finally. All of you are on twitter.com/illdrinn/malks #
  • 13:21 Just added myself to the wefollow.com twitter directory under: #sydney_australia #goth #tech #geek #corporate #gamer #
  • 13:57 The best thing I have done for my sanity in a long long time is to add a weekly 3 hour "desk time" task to my calendar every Friday. #
  • 13:59 It feels like we're slowly dragging all the #midweekgeek crew to #shtbox funsies for all! Who's coming or are you all dead after #stub? #
  • 17:15 Boys are stupid, throw rocks at them. digg.com/u1H9D0 Ready for drinks tiem nao plz. #
  • 19:22 I just ousted Sebastian as the mayor of Queen Victoria Building on @foursquare! bit.ly/6feHVk #
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27 November 2009 @ 08:00 am

Baconnaise
Background: When I saw this on sale, I thought to myself, “Self, that kind of makes sense. Mayonnaise is just an emulsion of oil and water with egg, and if you use bacon grease as part of your oil that could be tasty.” Upon arriving home and reading the label more closely, I became a bit apprehensive. This product is both vegetarian and kosher, which are not words normally associated with bacon. Evidently, smoke flavour and a colouring agent are enough to make this “bacon flavoured”. A bit of a letdown, but time to soldier on and actually taste some.

Smells somewhat bacony, but more like those bacon-ish cardboard bits on the salad bar than a panful of sizzling pig. Colour is orange-ish, with unidentified black bits sprinkled througout. Very salty. Main flavour is liquid smoke, with a bit of soybean oil. Nice and creamy.

The acid test for any mayonnaise-like product is, of course, the tuna salad sandwich. Baconnaise performs okay here, since smoke and fish are a good combination-though it’s still a bit on the salty side and the smoke flavour turns slightly acrid in the finish.

Overall: Disappointing. While I wouldn’t kick it out of bed in the morning, it’s not what I was expecting when I purchased it.

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kthxbai

for the turning up
of noses at the ration
pack selections and

for the immature
entitlement whores who feel
the need to whine like

forsaken princes
and princesses I'd like to
thank you for nothing

giving of thanks

for all the offers
of help with the dishes and
cleaning the kitchen

for not just eating
and then walking away to
kick back and relax

for the politeness
of troops coming through the mess
I'm truly grateful

 
 
27 November 2009 @ 08:47 am
I am half way down the slide now. If you stick out your monkey boots you can stop with a squeak. You only do this once as the kid behind you, lacking spatial awareness or a basic command of physics will still start their decent and two muddy Clark's shoes will leave their prints either side of your spine and someone will suggest you have messed yourself. I'm not going fast enough to enjoy it. The slide was wet when I got on it and I can already feel the cold wet November rain soaking through my jeans.

I hate the playground. I hate it even more because I am here alone. Everyone else seems to know everyone else. I don't really understand it. I have monkey boots, and gloves not mittens; why won't anyone talk to me?

On the edge of the playground are the trees. The received wisdom is that a Witch lives in the woods and she eats children who go in there. The trees look so tall and the daylight stops at the edge. It is night time in the woods, where the witch lives.

I used to have had dreams about a witch. She had wolves who were her faithful spies and she lived inside the wolves. She had a demon called Tonsillitis, he looked like a black ice-lolly that had melted and he floated in the sky, and when she found you she would send the shadow-things. They had no faces. They just had darkness where their faces should be. I knew when they were coming because the shadows would change shape. Many a nightmare I watched in terror as the shadow of a door handle got longer and I knew the shadow-things were coming for me.

I looked at the other children, running around and having fun. Playing pirates on the climbing frame and "chase" around the witches hat. Then I looked at the trees, where the darkness was, and the witch and her wolves, and the shadow-things. I stooped over and retied the laces of my monkey boots. I could tie my own laces! Then I pulled on my gloves and, as an after thought, I pulled up the hood of my coat.

And. Then. I. Walked. Into. The. Woods.

The children stopped as I walked past. They seemed to know what I intended and they stopped their play, either in horror or in salute. I didn't care. I took that long lonely walk across the playground. When I got to the edge of the trees I didn't stop, didn't look round, I just stepped into the darkness and felt it welcome me home.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 05:00 pm
  • 20:58 The best movie review EVAR: bit.ly/8NfD8P (spoilers for New Moon. Lots of them :D ) #
  • 09:57 Tucker Max talks about how HARD it is to NOT abuse and murder 'ugly' women, Echidne looks at his fans: bit.ly/5bH4ml #feminism #
  • 10:04 To help me recover from the horrific previous link - absolutely lovely desert house design: bit.ly/8DGiFv #
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Everything we covered, plus stone tools should be a mandatory subject, so should managing archaeology which is supposed to teach you about the legislation but really didn't touch on the details.
- AAV site cards
- soil science
- geology
- local geology
- surveying
- mathmatics

So if I have 28 artefacts, 22 are quartzite and 6 are crystal quartz, what percentage are quartzite?

And what is the formula for working that out, because I need to know what percentage are flakes, cores etc. I haz excel and a calculator, I just don't know the formula and I'm wondering if its gin time yet?

Interesting factiod of the day. If your car is registered and it is written off, VicRoads pay back a percentage of your registration for the portion of the year you no longer need your car registered. That is nice I think.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 04:02 pm
How to spend the last hour of the working week? Hmm ... how about with a personality test!

Apparently I'm an extrovert and an introvert.
 
 
Mood: nearly long weekendy
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 03:56 pm
another photo post
here's some snaps from Brighton Beach a few weeks ago. I'd never been there so we decided to go have a look around and see these famous Melbourne beach huts.

blue blubber
a lovely though expired blue blubber jellyfish. there was a bit of a jelly graveyard around one area of the beach, though this was still all well shaped, not just a little blob on the sand
more under cut )
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 05:39 pm
Брата во второй раз срочно выписывают из больницы, на сей раз под предлогом - ремонт. На самом деле собираются разворачивать госпиталь, не хватает койко-мест, раскладушки в коридорах ставят. Теперь из дому я только на прогулку, сейчас мизантропия уместна как никогда, никаких магазинов и общественного транспорта. Правда я лишь однажды припёр в семью заразу, а вот через брата и мать болезни приходили не раз и не два. Увольняться им надо, иначе чувствую всё это плохо кончится.
По-моему уже пора дёргать на Джилы Су, в край, где как утверждает АиФ, все вирусы гибнут.
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 02:02 pm
"If Mr Turnbull contests, Mr Hockey will not run. If he stands aside, Mr Hockey faces the agonising choice of letting leadership fall to Tony Abbott, or contesting and, likely, winning the worst job in Australia."

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/11/27/2755182.htm
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 01:21 pm
Antony Green pondering a Wentworth by-election.

http://blogs.abc.net.au/antonygreen/2009/11/a-wentworth-byelection.html
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 03:36 pm
Halo  
Конечно ничего особенного в этом небесном явлении нет, но любому изменению в атмосфере я рад так, что начинаю захлёбываться слюной.



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27 November 2009 @ 12:17 pm
Got my first rejection letter today for a piece I had written.

Thought I was a shoe-in as the story was right on topic for the anthology. They said it was too adult for the teen audience their anthology is aimed at.

That said - they did give me a link for a different anthology which they felt would be more appropriate. That's good, right?
 
 
Mood: disappointed
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 12:03 pm
Apparently the best way to deal with internet trolls is to ignore them, according to "an expert". The same expert went on to explain, for those who hadn't got the message yet, that there is no "Any" key and no, computer viruses aren't contagious to people.

Personally, I love the fact that in the comments for this article, several trolls score points. Because people are stupid. Ah, the days when the only people online were people who had at least some kind of clue.
 
 
Mood: everyone is stupid but me
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 09:07 am
Happy Tanksgiving!

Does this mean I get a tank? :)
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 09:03 am
Moan, moan, whinge, whinge, when's the year going to end, blah, blah, blah.

I have a long weekend this weekend. Huzzah! Only 8 hours to go 'til LONG WEEKEND! Which means that what with days off and training and stuff, after today I only have 15 days in the office left to the end of the year. And one of them contains our Christmas lunch, and the 23rd we get to leave at 3 so that's almost NO TIME AT ALL!

And now: transsexuals in the work place.

As part of the homework for my Cert IV I have to do a 5 minute presentation at my work on a topic relevant to my work. My boss has suggested I do something on TG/TS issues and how they relate to work. There's a few things to talk about. There's issues of discrimination, and I have some good stuff from the ASU on that. There's physical effects of hormones on the liver, which I have some materials on. (It helps to have a work research group consisting largely of hepatologists :) There's social exclusion problems, and I have the Tranznation survey on that. I'd love to get some figures on the use of alcohol and other drugs by transgendered/transsexual people but I don't think I'll see that before next Wednesday, when I'm giving the presentation.

But what I'd like to know is: if someone was giving this talk in your workplace, what questions would you have? Questions can be about how to relate to a co-worker who is coming out, or transitioning, or perhaps how to approach a new TG/TS worker. Perhaps it's about the physical aspects, or what it is that drives people to transition. Maybe it's about hormones, or surgery, or sex, or anything. What is it that you want to know? 'Coz chances are, those are the things that my co-workers wanna know, so it'd be handy to have some answers ready.

... and I think I might do my 5-minute homework presentation (complete with Powerpoint), plus some extra actual presentation afterwards :)
 
 
Mood: clever
 
 
27 November 2009 @ 01:00 am
  • 10:22 There are gaps in my calendar today and a departmental Trivia game this afternoon. This is my happy corp.goth face ^.^ #
  • 10:42 Learn someone else's middleware design, analyse the gaps and present to the product mgr by tomorrow? Why not apparently I'm super engineer. #
  • 11:31 Bing finally has a purpose (but only because my Xbox is out of action). All of Season 3 of @theguild digg.com/u1H59U via @wilw #
  • 11:33 Oh god. Have just realised my father is flying into Sydney to have dinner for my Birthday on the day of the Office Xmas Party. #
  • 13:16 I appreciate your enthusiasm Mister New Vendor Rep but a 50 page implementation plan is possibly overkill for a 2 line database change. #
  • 14:05 Middleware gap analysis surprisingly painless; mostly due to miraculous cornering of 2 senior architects for half an hour. #
  • 14:07 Time for Trivia! Hoorays! I will try and ignore the nagging part of my brain staring at 4 implementation plans that require update. #
  • 16:27 Despite having booked and given to #STUB/Tweetsgiving I seem to be triple booked tonight so unlikely to turn up #
  • 16:35 Project Lead of Vendor Transition program surprised when I told him how long I'd worked at my company said I "talked like an old timer" O.o #
  • 17:12 *cry* Why is it everyone good on this program leaves me? Losing my killer Manila DEV lead too now. #
  • 17:20 \o/ RT @crikey_news: And he's gone. Abbott has resigned from the front bench. #
  • 19:31 Loud possibly drunk customer service reps on the company bus annoy the hell out of me. #
  • 19:37 I just unlocked the "Bender" badge on @foursquare! bit.ly/5usCxV #
  • 19:37 I just ousted @deewang as the mayor of Queen Victoria Building on @foursquare! bit.ly/6feHVk #
  • 20:35 No night where a martini is your chaser can end well. #
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27 November 2009 @ 12:50 am
Утром неожиданно для себя прыгнул к телевизору, нажал на вкл. По глазам ударили знакомые обои, цвет иной, золотистый, но рисунок с вензелями такой же, как в недавно заведённом мной дневнике, не успеваю позабавиться совпадением, как ведущие сообщают что находятся в доме-музея Скрябина. Перед тем как включить телевизор я как раз раздумывал, не изобразить ли композитора в карандаше, давно хочу, да всё забываю. Смотрю на лампочки в круге, старинная цветомузыка. Ведущие тем временем рассказывают про мнительность бывшего жителя квартиры.
-Говорят он даже перчатки не снимал, боялся микробов, - надувает силиконовые губы блондинка. -Чего боялся, от того и помер! Карбункул развился, микробы туда проникли и...
-Да, -весело потирает руки холёный брюнет, - хотел съехать с этой квартиры, но сказал, что через семь дней будет в Индии. Знал куда реинкарнируется. За семь дней угас. Семь дней, как сотворение мира!
Смотрю на них ошалело, никогда ещё прежде мне не приходилось слышать рассуждения о смерти в столь мажорном тоне. Ведущие переходят в столовую.
-А здесь он обедал. Вот там где ты стоишь, он ел.
-Да? - раскачивается блондинка.
-Ага. Спиной к окну.. Смотри, за окном дом. Он не мог есть, когда на него смотрят.
Глаголят про ненормальности Скрябина, а у самих речь несвязная, отрывистая, жестикуляция - активная , трагические вещи - смешат - отличная иллюстрация к гипоманиакальной фазе. Наконец покидают квартиру.
-Почему как ты думаешь многие люди..ну, -блондинка оглядывается на портрет Скрябина,-не заканчивают своих дел? Уходят раньше?
-Думаю, -отвечает брюнет спускаясь по фрейдовской лестнице, -если бы они успели открыть людям все секреты, то каждый из нас стал бы богом. А если бы мы все были богами, зачем нужен бог?
В общем-то логичный ответ, но не классический ли перенос здесь кроется? Как это по-человечески - видеть в боге жадного до власти старикашку. Впрочем мои соображения не лучше. Считаю, что забирает как раз когда исполнили миссию, не удалось бы Скрябину поставить мистерию адекватно замыслу. Был бы крах. Пожалел.
Нужно непременно изобразить Александра Николаича.
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 09:38 pm
"Tony Abbott, Sophie Mirabella, Tony Smith and Senators Nick Minchin and Eric Abetz have all quit their portfolios because they cannot vote for the [ETS] legislation."

http://www.abc.net.au/news/stories/2009/11/26/2754654.htm
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 01:40 pm
the wandering feet have reappeared. my successor is arriving on sunday - then there's a three week handover before my next attempt at bumhood (which i've thus far dismally failed to do). wish me luck. :)


... and still i'm the only person on livejournal interested in mutant beasties.
... and still i'm tormented by the mutant raptor chickens.
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 05:01 pm

Hot in the city, hot and wet. Heat roils off the wet tarmac in waves.

Mass cancelations on a line on the same side of the city has turned the Werribee line trains into sardine tins.

The office was still in darkness when I left, the irony of our building losing power to a lightning strike was not lost to our staff who didn't have laptops. Even utilities companies don't deploy UPS's on general office floors.

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26 November 2009 @ 05:00 pm
  • 18:34 Back in the hospital. Hopefully its just bruising. Keith's face has gone a tad wonky #
  • 19:43 Still in hospital. May be here for hours. #
  • 20:47 @psykitty We're not sure, it looks like the blood is pooling behind his eyelids, making his face droop. Alas, not emergency so we wait! #
  • 20:49 Well, so far, this week has officially sucked. A lot. #
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26 November 2009 @ 07:41 pm
Тянет рисовать портреты, догадываюсь почему. Диалог с самим собой. Как выгляжу почти забыл, мать говорит ничего не осталось - одни глазищи. Для наблюдателя по жизни самое то. Что ещё надо? И всё же, сколько бы я не пытался внушить окружающим, что меня нет, я - есть, отражаюсь в зеркале, в витринах, на дисплее фотоаппарата.
Поэтому меня не перестаёт манить мечта о невидимости. Вот было бы хорошо! Ходи куда хочешь, наблюдай. Если совсем стало невмоготу - обними прохожего, чтобы не помер от сердечного приступа - сзади. Сексуальная мечта - подышать в затылок объекта страсти. Тебя нет, только чуть различимое дрожание воздуха. Не помню почему страдал человек-невидимка. Надо перечитать. Должны наверное быть в невидимости какие-то минусы. Какие-то особенные страхи.
У меня обратные, постоянно боюсь, что заметят. Даже в интернете. Глянут статистику - а там я. Кто я? Да собственно, никто, прохожий. А вдруг заинтересуются, устроят облаву. Как в "Человеке-невидимке". Просто потому, что я другой. Хочу наблюдать, а не высовываться. Что наверное ненормально. За что же его зарубили? Нужно обязательно перечитать.
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 05:51 pm
Хочется ещё что-нибудь на тему "Вия" шлёпнуть, да как-то боязно. Вчера включил телевизор, показывали сериал Бортко - "Мастер и Маргарита", подивился тому как скоро он выветрился у меня из головы, смотрел же не так давно, точно помню, хоть бы что отложилось, как в первый раз! А примитивный советский фильм ужасов не выветривается, пенял на детство, но недавно его повторили и те же мурашки по телу. Надо пересмотреть "Кабинет профессора Калигари", порой засыпаю и вижу сцены оттуда, вот уж примитивней некуда, а прямо в подсознание проникло. Пол, а то и с век назад умели, а сейчас не могут. В кино не на что идти. Раньше я хоть пиво пить в кинозал ходил, тепло и темно, интимная атмосфера, теперь бросил и не представляю, чем себя туда завлечь.

 
 
26 November 2009 @ 02:35 pm
The storm rages my little kitlings, and the power surges.
In fact, it surges so much that our lovely vurt server, and indeed every other machine in the rack has temporarily been shut down to preserve its precious electronics.

So, This is me, telling you, that until the lightning and the thunder go away, vurt will not be back.

As usual, we apologise for any inconvenience caused and remind you that you should always take your feathers in moderation, and please - don't bring anything back from outer space.
 
 
Mood: calm
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 01:51 pm
From [info]arenson9 ...

Something went very wrong here: I most identify with Luke. I think there's a difference between my inner world and what I show to others, and this quiz fails to adequately address that..



Your results:
You are Han Solo
Han Solo
70%
Luke Skywalker
67%
Obi-Wan Kenobi
62%
Lando Calrissian
62%
C-3PO
60%
Mace Windu
59%
R2-D2
58%
Chewbacca
57%
Jar Jar Binks
57%
Princess Leia
56%
Even though you've been described as
reckless, selfish and cocky, you're the
type of person others love to be around.
People like you because you're a scoundrel.


(This list displays the top 10 results out of a possible 21 characters)


Click here to take the Star Wars Personality Test
 
 
26 November 2009 @ 04:25 pm
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Смотрел на днях по Культуре сюжет про музей питерского авангарда. Во истину - всё познаётся в сравнении. Рассказывалось какие странные взгляды на жизнь товарищи авангардисты имели, я решил, что в сравнении с ними у меня самый что ни на есть обычный. Я по природе консерватор и плохо вникаю в что-либо новое.
Современность у меня вызывает один и тот же отклик - "какой ужас!" Конечно подать вид всё равно что расписаться в ретроградстве, и я часто скрываю свои мысли на счёт той или иной новинки. Даже подписался на юсеров освещающих события в современном искусстве, чтобы иной раз поплеваться.
И я искренно недоумеваю, почему при всём при этом мои взгляды некоторым кажутся странными.
Наверное есть ещё более ретроградствующие особы. А вообще конечно нового хочется, но не уродливого. Если немного поразмышлять, приходишь к выводу, что новое и красивое - вещи несовместимые. Уродство человек исследовал не полностью, оно нестандартно, здесь возможны открытия, в красивом - есть порядок, симметрия, оно куда проще уродливого. Сомневаюсь, что в красоте можно открыть что-то новое.
Хочется быть и разрушителем и творцом, а получается похоже только хранителем и то под большим вопросом. Если я здесь, значит неспроста, значит я должен исполнить какую-то миссию прежде чем...Почти вся энергия у меня уходит на размышления подобного плана, я не могу просто делать или не делать, быть послушным исполнителем или непослушным неделателем, мне нужно знать зачем. Если бы я знал! Пригласил бы меня кто-то из заместителей бога, (сомневаюсь что творцу есть до меня дело), в свой кабинет и сказал:
-Знаешь у нас есть с тобой одна задача...
Иногда мне кажется, что меня ещё не вызвали на ковёр лишь по той причине, что бог - я. И мне нет до себя никакого дела.