Well, that's a month (almost exactly) since my last post.

What's changed?

Not much. Germany's being re-written (Again) and there's yet more stuff going on.

Roll on New Year.

Feeling rather morose today. This can't be a good thing.

And now... I've got me a Wireless Network sorted! Woooo!!!!

Work. Who needs it?

Well, I do, as without it I don't get paid, and the bank sends the boys round to extract monies (And/or Kneecaps) as required.

Bugger.

The silicon chip inside her head
Got switched to overload
Nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's gonna make them stay at home,
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was good as gold,
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reason do you need to be shown

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

The telex machine is kept so clean
And it types to a waiting world,
Her mother feels so shocked, Father's world is rocked
And their thoughts turned to their own little girl
Well sweet-sixteen ain't she peachy keen,
And it ain't so neat to admit defeat,
There could be (no reasons)
Because there are (no reasons)
What reasons do you need, oh,

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I'm gonna shoot the whole day down, down, down
I'll shoot it all down

And all the playing's stopped in the playground now
She wants to play with her toys a while
And school is out, oh and soon we will learn
That the lesson today is how to die
And then the bullhorn crackles,
And the captain tackles with the problems and the hows and whys
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reasons do you need to die, die, oh

The silicon chip inside her head
Gets switched to overload
Nobody's gonna go to school today,
She's gonna make them stay at home,
And daddy doesn't understand it,
He always said she was good as gold,
And he can see (no reasons)
'Cause there are (no reasons)
What reason do you need to be shown

(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like, I don't like
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like, I don't like
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
(Tell me why) I don't like Mondays
I want to shoot the whole day down

Still hanging around, working (Yeuck!) and doing stuff. Mad-rush-time as this site's due last week!

EEK!

And continuing in the tradition (?) of this site, here's some lyrics...

It's been seven hours and fifteen days,
Since you took your love away,
I go out every night and sleep all day,
Since you took your love away,

Since you been gone I can do whatever I want,
I can see whomever I choose,
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant,
But nothin',
I said nothin' can take away these blues,
'Cause nothing compares,
Nothing compares to you,

It's been so lonely without you here,
Like a bird without a song,
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling,
Tell me baby where did I go wrong,

I'd put my arms around every boy I see,
They'd only remind me of you,
I went to the doctor,
And guess what he told me,
Guess what he told me,
He said girl you better try to have fun no matter what you do,
But he's a fool,
'Cause nothing compares,
Nothing compares to you,

All the flowers that you planted, mama,
In the back yard,
All died when you went away,
I know that living with you baby was sometimes hard,
But I'm willing to give it another try,
Nothing compares,
Nothing compares to you...

Here we are again.

This time, brought to you in German.

Well, not quite, but as I'm working on Misco Germany at the moment (And playing with massaging scraped data in the meantime, among lots of other things).

And I've still not come up with a professional-looking design for lurghi.net

Any ideas or comments are more than welcome.

Now to research XSLT...

Yikes! Looks like the whole world's gone to hell in a handbasket. Luckily I'm still here, but I seem to be humming "It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)" by REM a lot...

That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane and Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn - world serves its own needs, dummy serve your own needs. Feed it off an aux speak, grunt, no, strength, Ladder start to clatter with fear fight down height. Wire in a fire, representing seven games, a government for hire and a combat site. Left of west and coming in a hurry with the furies breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trumped, tethered cropped. Look at that low playing! Fine, then. Uh oh, overflow, population, common food, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its own needs, listen to your heart bleed dummy with the rapture and the revered and the right, right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright light, feeling pretty psyched.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign towers. Slash and burn, return, listen to yourself churn. Locking in, uniforming, book burning, blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle, light a votive. Step down, step down. Watch your heel crush, crushed, uh-oh, this means no fear cavalier. Renegade steer clear! A tournament, tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives and I decline.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I dreamt of knives, continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line, Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Brezhnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs. Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic, slam book neck, right? Right.

It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...

(It's time I had some time alone)


Sounds about right to me...

Oh dear. Looks like ReadyHosting's down. Y'know what that means... lurghi.net is down.

Damn.

Blerk.

Ooh... BizTalk's COOL! Instantaneous XML transformations? Woo!

Wonder if I can make some nice XML>XHTML XSLT's...

Maybe not...

No update for a while (Sorry, folks), but here's one for y'all.

What's been happening? Well, I'm on a Microsoft Commerce Server 2000 course ATM, so not much is going on, but I am still alive, honest!

And that's about it.

Baby, don't understand
Why we can't just hold on to each other's hands
This time might be the last I fear
Unless I make it all too clear
I need you so (oh)

Take these Broken Wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in
Take these Broken Wings

Baby, I think tonight
We can take what was wrong and make it right (mmm)
Baby, it's all I know
That you're half of the flesh and blood makes me whole
I need you so

So take these Broken Wings
And learn to fly again
Learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in (ya ya, let us in, let us in)

Baby, that's all I know
That's you're half of the flesh and blood makes me whole (ya ya ya ya, ya ya)

So take these Broken Wings
And learn to fly again, learn to live so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up and let us in

Take these Broken Wings
You got to learn to fly
Learn to live love so free
When we hear the voices sing
The book of love will open up for us and let us in (ya ya, ooh)

Shamelessly ripped off 15Shillings, but accurate nonetheless. :/

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I was figuring out the math earlier today and based on my sex appeal, good looks, and natural charisma I figure that there are approximately 3.87 billion women in the world who would never consider dating me. Not bad odds really. You see, I’m the type of guy whom parents love, whom guys are never jealous or suspicious of whenever I’m around their girlfriends, and whom women in general consider to be a good friend. However these “good friends” just simply do not find me the least bit attractive in the relationship sort of way. For you see, I am archtypical nice guy of the world.
Yep, I’m the guy who girls confide in, I’m the guy who would go to the ends of the earth to make them feel better, I’m the guy who would never treat a girl like shit and would always be there for them no matter what. While I’ll always have friends who trust me, it does occasionally get annoying. This is especially true considering it is a fact that girls do tend to confide in me about their relationship problems. Sometimes it flat out drives me up the wall when a girl whom I find to be extremely attractive complains that she just went out and got screwed by a ‘player’.

But why hear it from me… the following explains my feelings perfectly… enjoy… Here is a monologue, dedicated to the Nice Guys of the World, from Eric Berlin's "Babes and Brides."

A little background knowledge is required. In the following monologue, a Nice Guy (Alan) is trying to pick up a woman (Diane). She tells him to talk about himself for three minutes and if she likes what he has to say, she'll go home with him. After a few false starts, Alan jumps into what is known as "The Ballad of a Nice Guy."

Alan. (His frustration and anger builds gradually as HE delivers this) I'm a nice guy. I'm a goddamn nice guy. I say that not because I think it's true, but because that's what everybody says. Ask any girl who's known me for more than a week, and that's how they'll describe me. "Alan? He's a nice guy." They say that because, you know, hell, you know nice guys, right? Don't try to hurt people, try to be a gentleman. Treat people right, especially girls. Because that's what we learned girls are attracted to, they want to be treated right. Right? You get a bunch of girls together and get them talking about guys, and they'll dream you up the perfect gentleman. But when it comes to real life, oh man!, that's very different. Because you get those girls together and get them talking about real men, not figments of their imagination, but real people, and what do you get? (Mimicking.) "Ohhh, men are scum! Men are slime! Men are shits!" (You notice how all those words begin with "S"? I think there's something to that.) So, men are all these "S" words, all these and more, but who do the girls date? Who comes on to them at bars and who do they go home with? The slime! The shits! And after they get hurt, and they always do, they call me up to confide in me, because long ago we decided that we were "just going to be friends." (I swear, you girls need to get a whole new vocabulary; you've started so many goddamn clichés it's not funny.) So, these girls call me up and they say, "Alan, all guys are sliiiime!" And then they realize that they're talking to a guy, and they say, "Oh, except you, Alan, you're a nice guy. When you find a girlfriend, she's going to be such a lucky girl. But it can't be me because, well, I'm attracted to guys that are going to shit all over me." So great. So now I have all the friends I need, so why should I be a nice guy anymore? Huh? I think I'll be a shit now. Yeah! I think I'll learn some stupid pick-up lines and use them on girls who are dressed to get laid. I think I'll be proud of how loud I can belch. I think I'll use women like they're Black and Decker screwdrivers! Sure! That's what girls really want to hear! So great. Life begins now, okay? OKAY? Come on, babe, lets go home and FUCK!”
Now don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that being a “nice guy” is ALL bad… I mean there ARE some positives. Occasionally I do find some nice pleasant young lady who does decide to take pity on me and goes out with me for a week (or two). Then when the time inevitably comes for them to dump me they are always kind enough to give me a nice line in the attempt to spare my feelings cause they always want to continue to be friends. I have a couple of personal favorites; “I don’t want to ruin our friendship”, “I love you, but I’m not IN love with you”, and of course, my personal favorite “I’m a lesbian.” It’s so nice that they cherish my friendship so much that they try to spare my feelings and in all honestly, I respect that… no really… I do… I mean, I’ve never got any harsh lines such as “you asshole, get the hell out of my life forever…”

There is some hope for the likes me… a female friend once told me that when I get older I am going to be the type of guy that women are going to want to marry. So basically, while my young female friends are having their jollies, all I have to do is wait till they get desperate to get married and then be there for them to make them happy. Of course, I could be a jackass and use that time in my life to my advantage and seek vengeance upon the female sex by deciding that I’m really not a nice guy after all and that I really don’t feel like sloppy seconds… but of course, we all know that will never happen… after all, I am a nice guy…

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So, there it is.

Aargh! my freakin' head.

It appears that everyone's going to be out of the office today. Barry's left finding it difficult to breathe from his hayfever, Liz is out with a migrane, and I think the chances are I'll be going home as well. The staging servers appear to be running slowly (if at all), and the 'net in general seems to be slow. It appears the weather's getting to the boss as well, 'coz he's getting rather short with people. Not only that, but the network upstairs has fallen apart (The UPS' are reporting "OVERLOAD" when they're only at 40% load), and everything's going to cheese.

The hell with this, I can't think, I can hardly see, and my head's pounding. The decorating work that's going on down here REALLY isn't helping, either.

I'm outta here.

Woo! My machine's recovered!
Well, okay, so I cheated, but it's working, and that's all I (really) care about.

I'm getting no response from ReadyHosting about my query on Lurghi.net, darn them to heck, so some stuff is happening but not much.
I got the trigger working on my Status DB (on Lurghi.net), so now the database's rolling round on a week-long FIFO basis.

My iMood's changing fairly regularly, and while it's quiet in the office I'm spending a little time on IRC.

And that's about it. Succinct and to the point (again).

Wanna know anything else? e-mail me. Maybe I'll even publish them on here with an answer :)

Got some things on Lurghi.net now, but it's FAR from complete. My Winamp status is back (On Lurghi.net), But I've got to work out a way to do a regular flush of the old records in the DB, otherwise It'll be getting HUGE!

What else...

My machine's still fecked, but that's to be expected, really, as I'm an apathetic so-and-so.

What else...

I'm still single, and still looking... And still working too much (?)...

And still can't be bothered to do anything serious with this. :)

EEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaaa
aaaakkkkkkkkkkaaaaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbbboooooooooooooooooooooooo
ooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Or, in other words, I've registered Lurghi.net

Any ideas what to do with it?

Webspace and E-mail addresses are available as well. :)

And that's about it for now... Time to set up a blog for lurghi.net, I think.

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Originally by Pink Floyd, lyrics from this Pink Floyd lyrics site.

Anyway, to the meat'n'gravy of today's posting.

Erm...

Yeah.

Well, there were some problems with Blogger, but hopefully these are sorted out by now, Sorry for the lack of updates.

So, what's been going on?

Well, I found someone who I knew some years ago, and said hi, and got an answer! Woo!
I've hammered out another website change for May (Damn, these things keep on coming) and it's now Awaiting Signoff...
I'm now hanging 'round Love@Lycos (Username: Anakhawk). Yes, I know it's sad, but I'm lonley so there :-P
I'm still on HotOrNot as well, so drop by either and say "Hi"
I'm still working on my new design page (And waiting for Stuart to get his finger out), so that'll be coming eventually.
I'm still writing (Slowly), so maybe that'll get posted some day soon.
I'm shocked (According to my iMood) about Douglas Adams' recent death. Why do the good die so young?

And that's it. I'm off to lunch.

Whoppee! I'm writing again. I don't know why, but last night i wrote the beginnings of a short story. When it gets to a semi-complete state I'll post it somewhere, but until then you'll have to wait-and-see.

Unwell... That's me. :(

I hate being sick, and fortunately, it doesn't happen that often. But right now there's a rather virulent bug going round the office that's taking no prisoners.

It's spring, and I'm ill. It's not right.

However, I can take comfort in my lovely new Palm m105 handheld. It's very swanky, and is keeping me company.

What more can I say? Another day, another site rewrite. In english, this time (fortunately), but we've got to rewrite the pricing system and multi-basket structure, and no-cookie-ify it... a nightmare!

I'm not enjoying this one bit. Nosiree. And being at work on a weekend isn't helping either, I can tell you.

Sleep's calling me... shame I'm too busy to answer. Ho hum.

Oh, and there have been some changes to my site (anakhas.net), but now (thanks to NS4's lousy CSS support) it looks absolutely horrible in NS4 (Just where does that shade of pink/purple come from?). In NS6, the colours are AOK, but the damned tabled are screwed to hell and back, and in IE... Well, it works in IE, thank goodness.

Oh, and I'm somewhere around on HotOrNot.com... See if you can see me...

Oh, okay, here's a link to me.

6.4. Erk. What's wrong with me, ladies?

And that was a rhetorical question, but Answers would be appreciated

I've got my very own Forums! Come and drop me a message or something...

Welcome to the Church of Jedi! :)

Well, it's a Tuesday morning (Although it feels like a Monday, what with having the long bank holiday off an' all), and I'm back into work (Hence the Blog update).

So, what's happening? Well, I'm thinking of moving my Blog onto somewhere not ad-supported (Away from Blog*Spot, then), but I'm not sure on that one, I'll let you all know when I know the logistics of the operation.

These sure are long words for 9:42am!

So, that's it for this riveting installment (!), any and/or all comments, as usual go to me.

There were some problems with Blogger not so long ago, but they're all solved now (Or so I hope)...



I've just got (And have been playing to death) Black & White by Lionhead Studios Ltd.

THIS GAME ROCKS!

As always, shit's happenin' (As you may be able to tell from my iMood), but I'll get through it. I always do. :/

Anyway, that's it for now.

Stuart's gonna start throwing some designs around for my site... I've decided to ditch the whole "IE Searchbar" look'n'feel, as it really wasn't working.



So, what to do, what to do...



Listen to the Moonlight Sonata, I guess, and get on with it. Life's hard.

Got Milk?

Getting on with life in general, today. Getting shit piled upon me from all angles, so I guess I'd better get shovelling...



Working on my new site... Not much there at the moment, and it breaks in NS, but that's hardly surprising really. NS is really crap for Writing HTML and JS...



Ah well, best get on with it.

It's at times like this, With Dire Straits playing and a melancholy state of mind in my head, that I really start rambling.

It's been a while since I last had a good ramble, so now's as good a time as any, I guess.

Music is the language of life. It expresses emotions in a way that is so profound and true as to be undeniable. The creation of melody, harmony and rhythmn describe such beautifulness (Is that even a word?), that some music can seem to capture the mind and hold it entranced.

The language of Love, however. That I have not yet come across. Some might say I have not come across true Love yet, and I would have to say they're correct. I found someone once who really touched me in a profound way. I know I Loved her. I thought she Loved me. I was wrong.

Life's a bitch.

"Trust in God" some people say. Why? What, exactly, has he ever done for me? All this life I've had the shit dealt onto me from all sides until I'm about ready to collapse under the weight, then something happens that makes everything seem alright for a day or so. But it all comes back.

I'm walking a tightrope, except that it's a gossamer thread, and someone keeps trying to snatch it out from under me. Gifts, Curses, Blessings, Abilities... They all amount to loadings on your shoulders to drive you into the ground as you walk along the path of life to the bitter end.

And what do you get for it all? What is the point? I'll be damned if I know, and I'm in a better position to tell than most.

Ah, shit. What's the point. Best to end it right here and now, but that's the coward's way out. I always make things hard for myself, damnit.

Oh well, maybe tomorrow things won't look so bad..

My head hurts.

Enigma Song Lyrics!

As it happens, I love Enigma, so this is a real goldmine for me. AND it's got the sanskrit and gregorian chants translated as well!

Woo!

Sluggy Freelance Rocks!
Or, if you want to catch up with what's going on in the Sluggyverse from the beginning, Cliquez Ici

Zut Alors!
Another another website. This time, in French! Merde! Ah well, these things happen, I guess.

Anyways, still working away and listening to Winamp with a REALLY cool crossfader that works far to well for it's own good... :)

Well, my Blog got a mention in Winamp Forums

If you've come from there, or if you have any other comments, let me know what you think

"Oh freddled gruntbuggly, thy micturations are to me
As plurdled gabbleblotchits on a lurgid bee
Groop I implore thee my foonting turlingdromes
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, see if I don't!"

Now I'm really annoyed. What was a reasonable way of making a free mailing list (eGroups) has now been bought out by the evilness that is Yahoo! making Yahoo! Groups

Witness the evilness, the vileness as they "Extend functionality" and corrupt millions with their yahoo.com e-mail address and free services...

or something.


Personally, I blame the Parents.

Working again, this time on a Competition system for the Site... God, I'm bored!

It's okay. I got a proper (Foil-wrapped) Kitkat today, so I'm happy(er) than I was...

Damn, developing's hard work, tho...

It's a Winamp Forums thread that may have gotten a little out of hand... Oh Dear

Someone Here's pointed out something rather unfortunate... She reckons that the "S" that should be in the title has slipped down into the comment. (Thereby correcting the spelling mistake in "Infrequently", and making the title read "Insane ramblings of a Web Developer"). Now, obviously, I cannot uphold this kind of treatment of my Blog, but as I'm an apathetic (Spelled correctly, thank-you. Go look it up in a dictionary if you don't believe me) so-and-so, I'm not going to bother.



That's all for now.

It's an absolute Traversty! They've changed the Traditional Kit Kat wrapping from it's neet-o-kewl Paper-and-Foil wrapping system (as featured in so many of their advertisements) to a dodgy plastic shrink-wrapped cheap-o-nasty system. It's not allowed, I tellsya!

Now listening to "Stephen King - Bag of Bones"... Damn, I love Audible.com!

Yes, I'm hidden in iMood somewhere, see if you can find me!
imood.com

Ooh, lookey here! It's Winamp, By far and away the finest MP3 player for the PC!

Well, here's what mine looks like...

Well, this is my Blog. I've just started it, so excuse the mess. Hopefully I will update this fairly frequently, but for now, This'll do.