Archive for September, 2008

Internet freedom does not mean free Internet

Tuesday, September 16th, 2008

A guy I know approached yesterday me about setting up a website for a horseracing syndicate he and nine others have just formed.
He explained the requirements:
We want the name to be theladsfromthepubracingsyndicate.com. Dot COM is cheaper than dot IE, right? It’ll have a password and only the ten of us will be able to get [...]

Coming clean with the bath

Monday, September 15th, 2008

The holiday makers arrived home from not-Galway at the weekend. I made sure their cat and Gold Finger, the fish, looked well fed and content (using drugs and a stomach pump). They knew their bath was to be used for a project at some point, but they didn’t know it already had been used. In [...]

What I seen on Saturday morning

Saturday, September 13th, 2008

So you drive to the pub? And you park on the footpath? And park across it blocking the whole path? And leave the car there all night and most of the following morning?
Well I took a vote on it and I was unanimous - you’re a stupid inconsiderate pillock and should be taught a lesson.
Oh [...]

More on the t(r)oll bridge

Wednesday, September 10th, 2008

In the early noughties I worked for International Bungling Morons, or Big Blue Dolphin as I called them. You know the drill - six hour conference calls resulting in the decision to take the issue off-line; more off-line one-on-one meetings; 7 minutes actual work done.
Luckily I wheedled my way out of that and into Asia-Pac [...]

New toll system covered on local radio

Tuesday, September 9th, 2008

The morning show on local radio is always good for a giggle. While the host and his guests are of a standard are of a standard akin to The Last Word on Today FM, some of the callers and texters drag it down to the level of RTÉ’s Liveline - Johno has lived here all [...]

A changed Ireland

Monday, September 8th, 2008

On Saturday evening I enjoyed a drink and a chat with two old friends I’d never met before. The Internet’s like that.
Just after they left I was joined by another old friend. One I had met before. But not for years. Not even on the Internet. He’s not like that. Which is a pity in [...]