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...