Friday, 25 December 2009

Poloaroid Pogo and G1 with Android

This topic on the T-Mobile Forum was very helpful indeed as I'd just bought a Polaroid Pogo from Bentham Ltd Amazon (Excellent service - bought it on the morning of the 23rd December 2009 and it came on the next day!). Basically one needs to download a shareware application from the market (The app is free but supported by advertising, go figure!) and it'll work like a charm. All I need now is for Audible to do a version of their software for Android and I'd be a Happy Bunny (Did try Santosh's method from Android Forums, but I failed miserably.).

QR code for Bluetooth File Transfer:

QR code for Bluetooth File Transfer

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Want one!

So 'im next door was talking about this issue of the The Food Program, which I missed when it was first on. He phoned a couple of minutes before the repeat and after listening to it I decided that I really wanted this COPPER POT STILL.

Thursday, 17 December 2009


Due to being nearly terminally incompetent I missed my first CMA for TT282 but I was sure to make sure that I submitted the other 2 early and really quite pleased to get 80% for each. Except... each time I’ve got an email from the OU saying that the papers have been rescored. The first time it got upped to 84%, the second went up to 85%.

Don't get me wrong, I was more than happy with 80% and ecstatic at 84% and 85% (especially now that my average is something like 56% over the 3 CMAs) but if the computer can get the marking wrong there must be something wrong.

Now I've got to see if they'll allow images in reports for my ECA.

Wednesday, 16 December 2009

Hosting Images

These images were created using Inkscape and The GIMP and represent the hierarchy of hosting (in my opinion):

Types of Hosting

Tuesday, 15 December 2009

Dexter rules, Rita cools!

Wow! Dexter series 4 episode 12 was just so cool. Didn’t see that coming at all. It’s like we’ve been hating Rita since series one but to finally get rid of her in such a shocking way was a little like wanting something so bad for Xmas and then finally getting it and realising it was a piece of crap. It seemed to me that the writers decided to kill her off and then worked backwards in order to get to that point, like the whole series was written backwards if you will.

And that in combination with Debra finding out that the Ice Truck Killer was Dexter’s brother… wow. It’s no great surprise that it had record number of viewers really as the past 2 or 3 episodes have been building the tension like Dexter and his garrotte.

Does this mean that his sprog is likely to be a killer as well? Birthed in blood indeed, aren’t we all?

Monday, 14 December 2009

Food and Sex Data Visualisation

Two articles took my fancy this week:

So I thought I'd do some messing around and see how well the agreed with each other:

Food and Sex Data Visualisation

Wednesday, 9 December 2009

I love Tesco's

As someone without a fridge I go to Tesco's at least once a day... quite often it's more than that as there is one right next-door to work that's open 24-hours a day (But that one isn’t my usual and doesn’t feel right, a bit alien if you see what I mean? A bit like wearing someone else’s still-warm underpants).

As such I’ve gotten to appreciate them. Not like ‘er indoors who "hates shopping" and takes ages to find anything (Having said that there is a bit at the back where I can never find what I’m looking for; it’s a bit like the Bermuda Triangle as no matter how sure I am that I’ve got the right aisle I always end up looking up and down at least 3 to find the four-cheese sauce). Or ‘im next-door who reckons it does him some good to avoid Tesco-land for weeks on end and visits Morrison’s instead.

I love the staff there:

  • There’s the Caribbean one who takes forever and tries to be helpful but ends up winding everyone up in the queue – I only use here check-out when I know I’ve got plenty of time and I’ve not bought over the daily limit of alcohol as she’ll start talking about how anyone can tell the difference between a bottle of Poacher’s or Star Bitter (I do keep buying it so that I don’t drink too much on my days off).
  • There’s the Asian bloke who, when I asked for some bags as I’d forgotten my trusty pannier, said that it was too late to do anything about the environment and that we were all doomed. Bless. I saw him not so long back shopping with his family smiling – I don’t think I’d ever seen him smile before and he looked like a different person altogether.
  • There’s the aging cowboy on the basket tills who is just so cool it hurts, so very disdainful of anyone under the age of 50.
  • There’s the gorgeous lass who looks like Kirsten Dunst only not so vague, I think she’s being trained up though as she’s not been on a till in ages. I do so swoon when I see her but she’ll not notice me as a fat, aging shopper who is too skint to afford a fridge and needs to go to Tesco’s everyday. I’m seeing less and less of her though so I think she’s stuck in some back office pouring over clubcard returns and trying to analyse why Poacher’s Choice still gets bought even after they upped the price.
  • There’s the gorgeous African lad who natters in French and make’s me wish, if not that I was gay, that I was a leggy 21-year-old blond with a figure like a swimsuit model so that he’d talk to me more.
  • There’s the lass we met feeding swans when we went to get water ages ago who looked terrified that we were mad when we asked if she wanted a cuppa. She still looks worried when we meet though at least she talks – if only about ‘er indoors. Could see her thinking that we were mad English people waiting to lure her aboard and sell her into a life of sexual slavery.
  • And so very many more that I’d end up boring you to tears.

One of the oddest things about the place is the customers, going during the day you meet the strangest people – I haven’t been talked to as much since I was a kid and travelled on buses with my Ma (Everyone talks to my Ma, especially on buses – you can be sat on the trip back from Town on the X39 and get some old-girl’s life story in 25 minutes, their disappointments with life after their fiancĂ©e died during the war and the whole nine yards!). Today some old-fella (who had the 2nd nicest aftershave I’ve ever smelt – would have asked him what it was but didn’t want to encourage him – talked about how B&Q didn’t have the right-sized nut and bolt! He was odd: he was buying a Xmas cake, chicken, stuffing and gravy – it’s only the 9th of December and what about the veggies?