Monthly Archive for February, 2010

Fodder

At times it causes me actual physical pain to realise that the world seems to revolve around the lowest common denominator. Every piece of so called news in the papers and on TV seems to be either over dramatised to sell papers or revolves around some halfwit celebrity that’s got their kit off, rocks off or mouthed off while in the public eye. Personally I don’t care how many people Tiger Woods has allegedly pumped, ditto for Ashley Cole and any other one trick pony. In my humble opinion they’re simply not worth the column inches that’s devoted to them. If you ask me their infidelities belong somewhere near the middle of the paper next to the reader’s offers section that sells electric back scratchers and three slice toasters.

I’m giving serious consideration to starting an e-petition at The Prime Ministers Office website to demand a change in the law that will force all tabloid newspapers to replace their name with ARSE FODDER in giant letters. I figure if papers like The Sun are going to print a load of half baked shite they should at least be forced to say so up front.

I’ve even made a mock up to show what it would look like:

I think I might start doing more weird MS Paint drawings…

Ten Days

Ten days without a single post. I must have passed into another malaise sector.

IN SOVIET RUSSIA

I don’t speak Russian, but I’m fairly sure they’re going to kill us all with their magic cgi space guns.

The Black Hole

I’ve discovered that a picture is worth a thousand words when dealing with some of my less than gifted colleagues at The Work. It amuses me when I end up drawing a diagram like this:

To explain to one of them why a chain email of “cats doing funny stuff LOL” didn’t reach anyone when he sent it. It seemed easier to just blame a giant black hole in the IT department than to continue fruitlessly trying to explain attachment size limitations, firewalls and how crap it is to get these emails when I can just look at the damn things on http://www.icanhascheezburger.com/. I was polite enough to avoid telling him that the two planets could just as easily be replaced with his ears…

Prisencolinensinainciusol

Reports are coming in that Herr McD has abandoned his job on the grounds that the staff training resembled this infamous video…

The Great Tea Experiment

El Kat has challenged me to change something, anything, in an effort to shake of my recent malaise. So, in a bout of insanity, I have decided to try to get through an entire day at the work without drinking any tea

No doubt she meant for me to try something more fundamental, but I think it’s best to start small and work up.

08:00 - Just arrived after my big walk in and I’m still buzzing off the fresh air and exercise. So far so good.

08:32 - OK so far, but getting a bit stressed out due to the patented incompetence of some of my colleagues.

09:01 - I may give up drinking tea and take up STABBING….

09:35 - Drinking tea.

Resolve defeated by asshattery. Sigh.

F.T.I.

For the amusement of El Kat.

Old Familiar Faces

If there’s one problem with our increasingly interconnected world it’s got to be the increased chance of people from the past catching up with you. Sometimes, I suppose, it can be a good thing. You might find yourself contacted by someone that you really wish you could catch up with, but in my experience those people are rarely the ones that seek you out.

It used to be that hiding from the internet detectives was fairly easy. You just avoided giving anyone your email address and tried not to use your real name on line. If you do use your real name it’s a good idea to avoid having a picture of you anywhere near it as it’s almost guaranteed that someone will Google you, and then Google image search you to see if you’re who they think you are. If you keep your name off the internet as much as possible it’s almost certain that you can avoid being found. It’s not 99% foolproof, but it works as a way of staying off all but the most determined radar. El Kat has successfully maintained a total internet blackout for many years now, and I’m beginning to envy her.

I joined up with Facebook a couple of years ago as one of my friends was going to Japan to teach English to primary school kids. As she kept posting her photos and what she was up to on Facebook I eventually had to relent and sign up to see how her trip was going. Things were pretty quiet on the Facebook front for ages, but suddenly I’ve had half a dozen friend requests, in less than a week, from people that I knew at school. I’d add them as friends, but I really don’t know what the hell I have in common with them nowadays. Some of them were good friends when I was thirteen or fourteen, but by the looks of their pictures and profiles they haven’t really gone anywhere since then. Four of them are still living in the same wee towns in Ayrshire, and most of them are still dressed more or less the same way as they did in the early 90s.

Generally I don’t blame them for looking up people that they used to know. I know that when I first joined I typed in the names of everyone that I could think of just to see if they would come up. It’s an act of idle curiosity that I bet everyone who signs up to these sites indulges in. What seems odd to me is to take the next step and actually attempt to make contact with the people you’ve found. I don’t remember being especially friendly with any of them, and one of them was a total bastard as far as I’m concerned.

Maybe it’s because I lack that odd gene that some people have that makes them want to run school reunions and find everyone they ever knew on Facebook, Friends Reunited and their ilk.  You probably know at least one person like that without realising it. They were probably fairly popular at school, or were at least fairly gregarious and well known, maybe they were head boy or girl. Unfortunately that’s the zenith of thier life’s achievements and they’ve spent the next couple of decades desperately trying to recapture that faded glory.

Personally I think that the past is the past, and if we had really, truly, wanted to keep in contact we would have found some way to accomplish it. I don’t think seeking out people from the past on the internet is the nostalgic trip down memory lane that people imagine that it’s going to be. In fact, given that we had little in common when we were at the same school day in and day out it seems unlikely that we’ll have anything to say to each other ten years further down the line. I could be wrong of course, but I don’t envisage accepting their friends requests to be any less stilted and awkward than the occasional time I run into one of them in the street while visiting my folks. It’s cringe-worthy enough trying to make politely forced conversation then without them having instant access to whatever the hell I’m up to now.

In short :

Lessons Were Learned

I’ve installed most of the parts onto the bike now, but there were a few hiccups along the way.

Firstly it turns out that Hollowtech 2 cranks are fairly snug fits for the bearing sleeves. As a result didn’t realise that I hadn’t pushed the crank all the way through to the other side.It was only when I was about to put the pedals on that I realised the chain ring seemed to be a long way out from the side of the bottom bracket.

On top of all that I should have known something was wrong as the front dérailleur was clearly misaligned. It was popping back and forth around the innermost front cog which would make it impossible to shift gears, and a quick test told me that there was no way it could shift the chain to either of the outer rings.  To test my worries by hopping into the saddle and dangling my feet roughly where the pedals should be. The positioning definitely didn’t feel very natural, and my right leg was perfectly position to get slashed to hell by the chain ring with every turn of the pedals.

As an experiment I gave the crank a quick, and thoroughly unscientific, dunt with my foot to see if it was properly installed and lo and behold it popped through about an inch and a half and settled into a far more sensible looking position.

Second thing I found was that my fancy new Shimano rear cassette had a set of bolts which emerged from the back of it to help secure the various cogs together. These bolts were rubbing against the plastic freehub protector which prevents the chain leaping off the  largest rear cog and wrapping itself around the spokes of the rear wheel. So long as the rear dérailleur is properly aligned and adjusted there shouldn’t be a problem, but I’m still a bit wary.

The only thing left to do is try it out.

Sharkhat!

I may have finally discovered the ultimate in headgear for the winter: The SHARK HAT from www.fuzzhats.com.

(c) www.fuzzhats.com

That’s a whole lot of hat for less than fifteen (s)quid!