I’m always amazed to hear of air crash victims so badly mutilated that they have to be identified by their dental records. If they don’t know who you are, how do they know who your dentist is?
Filed under: Colour, Things — Camera Dave @ 6:22 pm
Here’s the full range of the ciders I was planning on sampling yesterday, as can be seen I did sample more than one of them in the end and I am drinking one of them whilst writing this. I would be outside drinking it in the sun, but the sun isn’t out today so I can’t be bothered to go out and freeze in the wind that’s blowing.
The total cost of the ciders above is £16 and whilst I am not planning on reviewing each of them all I will say is the bottle that cost me £8 was the least palatable of the lot to me. Amusingly the cheapest was also one of the nicest and I’ll be buying plenty more of Thatchers’ Coxs Cider before I head to a house party tonight.
I finished work at 3:30pm today and am not in work now until Monday. I have a supply of cider and the sun is shining, sadly though I cannot let my hair down just yet. I thought I had fixed the problems with my website with a security update. Sadly though the people making the security update fixed a hole, not the hole that was actually causing the exploit allowing malicious code to be put up onto this site.
I tried to sort everything out before I went to bed last night and finally gave up about 3am, before figuring I should try and get a couple of hours sleep before work, as I wasn’t getting anywhere.* This of course means that I still have the job ahead of me, but I know what I need to do - I just hope the fix actually fixes things this time.
Consequently I am not a happy bunny, I have a selection of ciders in the fridge awaiting me to sample them and yet I cannot sit out in the sun and sample them, which is the proper way to enjoy cider. Instead I am stuck inside working on a computer undoing the handiwork of whatever bastard decided to attack websites using Coppermine.
I have allowed myself one concession though, because problem solving and coding is thirsty work I am allowing myself one of the bottles of cider whilst I work on the site. The other four bottles are my incentive to get things done sooner rather than later!
*About all Imanaged to do was delete the templates for the site accidentally meaning that things like menus and other custom content won’t be available until I recode it.
Unusually for a Wednesday, I am not taking photos at Glamorgan Uni to help those that drank a little too much remember the night the following day. However although I may not have been in Trefforest, I was still taking photos, as Jagged the band for whom I am the pet photographer were doing their second gig tonight in support of Emilie Autumn.
I have to admit that I’ve not been to many gigs lately, but even if I had this would still have been one of the best gigs I have been to for a while - I may not have known what either Sieben or Emilie Autumn sounded like before tonight, but I am a convert to both!
Anyways I have to be up at 5:30am as I have work at 7am, so I am off to bed for now and I’ll probably post more about tonight tomorrow. For now though here’s Emilie Autumn on YouTube:
I often joke that if it were not for my camera people wouldn’t recognise me. That may be an exaggeration perhaps, but it certainly helps.
I didn’t have my camera with my on Saturday night, but despite my disguise I was recognised by plenty of people such as Angharad in the photo above and I have to admit such notoriety on a night when I am not working is actually rather fun. It’s also rather useful when you can’t find the friends you came out with because you don’t have to look like a billy no mates who is lost in a city he’s never been out in before.
The only thing more entertaining on Saturday night were my dance partners. I have no idea who most of them were and most I suspect had no idea who I was, but it didn’t matter as I had no shortage of girls cutting in on each other to dance with me - I would say I should go out dressed up more often, but I’d be hard pressed to go out in costume more often than I already do.
I was out last night in Cardiff for a friends birthday and I wasn’t planning on being all dolled up, honest. But the day before when I said I wouldn’t be dressing up in drag, I was told, “But it wouldn’t be a proper theme party if you’re not in drag.”
I’ve never been one to disappoint people, so when they countered my excuse of no money to buy an outfit by offering to lend me clothes I acquiesced - Personally I think I look more like a stewardess than a sailor, although either way I certainly look like I belong down the docks!
I’ve commented before on the spam that hits my hotmail account. I don’t moan about it as it’s a hotmail account and spam is about par for the course, besides the incessant offers do occasionally provide comedic relief - Which after a day like today I have needed.
Even without opening an email entitled, “Destroy her with your massive cannon!” you know what it is going to be about. Although I cannot help but feel that whoever comes up with the subject lines for these emails is forgetting one simple thing - They want people to be making love, not waging war.
