Month: August 2002

The company I used to work for had another culling yesterday and made another 8 people redundant (I was one of the batch who went in November). Hope you guys all find something good to do with your time.

So it’s not just me who has a terrible problem with socks.

In other news, tonight we ate in the garden and I actually got to use the phrase “throw another prawn on the barbie”. However, I do need to practice my Prawn peeling technique.

I had possibly the most impressive buying-to-delivery online shopping experience the other day. On Wednesday evening I ordered something from Things to Engrave. It was a silverplated item which was to be engraved with a message. This morning, Friday, it arrived. So, that’s under one business day to turn it around. I’m really impressed by that.

I’ve been reading up on the Playstation 3 and in particular how it’s going to be able to call up extra computing power to do…well… whatever it needs to do to make games better.

Some people think this “grid computing” is best for big business and academia, and some people think it’ll let us run weather forecasts for our own back gardens, but I like the idea for games. But still… I’ll believe it when the PS3 ships. I can see how it would help simulations, but I can’t see how it’d work to speed up graphics.

Anyway, that’s just an intro to my current fave on-line cartoon. Before I give you the link, you need to know something about the cartoon Voltron by reading up on
one of the characters and you also need to know that Devastator is a Transformer that’s a “bizarre combination of six Constructicons: Scrapper, Scavenger, Bonecrusher, Hook, Long Haul, and Mixmaster”. Ok, here’s the cartoon.

I went on a business trip to the East End of London the other day, and as we were joining the A2 (I think) down a slip road a guy went hooning past us to get on the road before us. To do this he drove over the pavement slamming the car down the kerb. He passed us okay, but much to our amusement he’d punctured one of his tyres and so had to pull off the road where it appeared he discovered that he had no spare. I admit it, we chuckled at his misfortune.

We live at the end of a no through road. Every day someone will walk up the street, get to the end, sigh, and walk back down again. It’s an easy mistake to make, because all the other roads that run parallel to ours do have an exit.

So I guess it’s no surprise that at 2am on Wednesday a panic-stricken man came running up the street, hoping to escape the people who were chasing him. We can only imagine what went through his mind when he realized there was no exit from the street…

His pursuers caught up with him, and proceeded to smash his head against our car and other cars parked at the end of the road. This was all witnessed by our next-door neighbour. I slept right thought it, but Jane says she woke to hear some screaming.

They ran off, probably when they heard the police sirens.