Servers! Roof!

Yes, my servers are finally in the roof; which means I can relax and wipe everything off my whiteboard.  I’m happy.  I’m also connected through w1zard who is now our network’s personal Proxy server (currently optional, in the long run mandatory).  It caches and filters and makes life more streamlined and safer for the old fogeys in the house who are a little naive to say the least (my mother searched Google for “fisting”, thinking it was the act of shaking one’s fist; which first prompted me to think about setting up a filtering proxy).

Ossum has changed its name to Enosis and still hasn’t been worked on very much; but the infrastructure is now in place so the next step is to write a plan and then a tech demo.  Fun, fun, fun!

I’ve received four 7″x5″ canvases and finally dug out mum’s old acrylics (of which there is a disappointingly small pallet, but it should be significant for the work I have planned); I will be painting four abstract works entitled “Battlefield of the Mind”.  Pictures once I’ve actually done it.

I have also begun thinking about considering contemplating starting to ponder the possibility of organising a “Geeknic” over the summer, so if you’re a geek in the Tewkesbury area (or a geek who can reasonably travel to the Tewkesbury area) then get in touch, the more the merrier!

Very excited about finally having my desktop back…  And my whiteboard, for that matter!

Oh, and started work on a computerised Rubik’s Cube solver with the ultimate goal of making a robot that will solve rubik’s cubes (hopefully to be shown off at the geeknic).



Who’d have ’em?

I took mine for a walk today, as part of my new “one walk a day” exercise routine, and he embarrassed me muchly.  He very much enjoys playing in the water, but since I am the only one who actually allows him to frollick to his heart’s content (from time to time), he doesn’t ever want to stop, for fear the opportunity will not again arise.  Frustrating, but manageable (usually).

In the end, about 15 people saw my dog’s total lack of obedience, including a rather friendly young lady whose dog seemed also rather fond of the water (but who also seemed easier to reclaim than my dog).  Probably the least embarrassing, as she seemed very acquainted with the manner in which dogs behave (in particular, the fact that they have minds of their own!); but nevertheless the most notable acquaintance.  I shall hope to meet her again soon, though I don’t know why I am documenting that fact (maybe I revel in embarrassment).

On a side note, I am still hoping to travel europe and move to america, the timeframe seems to be very squishy at the moment so I’m going to hold off on updating you on precisely when/how these events are going to occur.  Suffice to say, I have not forgotten my plans.


So I went to abergavenny today, my brother went pot-holing or caving or something, I just went to keep dad company for the day as it made little sense for him to go to abergavenny, come back, then almost straight away turn back around and go back out to pick mike up.  So we had a few hours to kill.

First, we walked the dog around a field we had previously walked him around on a camping holiday – it seemed much smaller this time, but perhaps that’s because I’m now used to a large field in which we normally walk our dog (tewkesburians refer to it as “The Ham”, though I’m not sure how local that name is).  Once we’d done that, we put him in the car and walked into town to get a bite to eat.  We decided upon subway and spent a few minutes searching for it, finally finding it at one end of town.  We ordered, ate and had a peaceful discussion about the degradation of society.

Once we had eaten, we drove around for a while looking for somewhere to walk the dog, finally settling on a spot just opposite our previous campsite which was an interesting hillwalk.  It started off quite scrabbly, which I took to with ease (and, surprisingly, my old dad did too!) and took us through a wood eventually opening up onto a wide track which led to the top.  We stopped after a while on the track as it was beginning to go down the side of the hill which was rather deficient in cars belonging to us.  Since a circular track would seem to have necessitated the travelling down the rather busy road at the bottom of the hill, we decided to go back the way we came (which was partly the plan all along, given the fact we had predicted a lack of options in this regard – so much the plan in fact that I had left a marker at one of the only junctions we had come to, as the path we had come up was not the “main” path and therefore we could easily have got lost had it not been for that marker).

After we got back to the car, we still had a few hours to kill so we motored on back into town and sat down in a nice out of the way cafe called… amiglios? it was something italian or spanish, anyhow.  The waitress who took our order was very friendly.  We sat and sipped conversation while having a tea, which was most pleasant.  I personally was beginning to develop a headache so before we returned to the car we picked up some paracetamol.  I took a couple on the way back to the car and then we went to pick up mike, I think.

I missed a few large periods of nothing-happening-ness, as I feel the day was quite boring enough as it was without needing to be endullened (if only language permitted) by said periods.  I did enjoy that walk, though, despite falling over at one point (misjudged just how muddy the ground was – it was a hot day today, so I wasn’t expecting a veritable mini-marshland in the middle of a field) and scratching my hand – not that I noticed I had scratched it until I saw the blood, but that’s just my nature.  Maybe because I was brought up for the most part in the countryside (or what I would describe as fairly rural ground anyway) but more likely a natural predisposition to getting on with it when I’m outside in the fresh air enjoying myself.

So that was my day, pretty interesting for me at the time but probably not so much for anybody who got this far through the story without collapsing in a heap from a mixture of heat exhaustion, boredom and spending WAY too long glued to their screen.


Only when it rains can you see a rainbow.

I’ve had a hard day.  Seriously!  I won’t go into detail about certain parts of it because it’s unfair to those involved, but suffice to say it was emotionally draining.  To the point I walked across the ham in shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of an icy rain shower.  That was uncomfortable.  But on the way, I stopped for some reason and looked back, then looked forward and realised that by pure ‘coincidence’ I had stopped EXACTLY where the rain stopped.  I thought it was weird, but the rainbow was pretty.  I kept walking and sat down for a few minutes at the far side – nothing but blue sky in front of me, huge rainclouds behind me.  It was only on the walk -back- that I realised what it meant.  Only when I looked through the rain, when I looked directly -at- what had previously caused me such discomfort could I see something of such magnificent beauty – the rainbow.  Only when it rains can you see a rainbow.

Apart from all that though, let’s go through a bit of my day because it was very interesting for the most part.

I got up at about 6 o’clock having had more or less two hours of sleep and whacked a few golf balls at a men’s breakfast organised by church.  We had breakfast after hitting the golf balls and it was very delicious.  We then heard a powerful testimony from a guy who had been a cocaine addict and quit -cold turkey- from a £500 per week habit thanks to christianity.  I am still quite sceptical about christianity personally, but unlike some sceptics I know when NOT to take something that powerful away from somebody.  To take someone’s faith is to take their life, and that is something I am not prepared ever to do.  Today’s testimony reinforced that viewpoint for me, so even if I choose not to follow Christ I know I’ll never stop anybody else doing so.

I also watched Star Wars episodes III, IV, V and half of VI.  Rekindled an old love of the films, it did.  Grateful for that, I am.  Speaking in OSV, I enjoy.  Stop, I will.  Ok seriously, I will now.  😛

Anyway that about wraps it up, feel free to leave comments (if it’s working yet – I’ve been fiddling…) or email me.