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hirezYesterday was my last scheduled counselling session.
Anything I now can't cope with is my own problem.
(Actually, anything I now can't cope with is going to get a bloody good hiding. Fuck being rendered catatonic with terror by other people and things.)
Meanwhile, http://abebooks.co.uk is terrible thing designed to part JH-R with wedges of cash at the drop of a search. I blame![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jarkman.
[Edit: People ask 'Did it work, how did it work and was it good?' That requires a bit of a think and a long answer when I'm not at work.]
Anything I now can't cope with is my own problem.
(Actually, anything I now can't cope with is going to get a bloody good hiding. Fuck being rendered catatonic with terror by other people and things.)
Meanwhile, http://abebooks.co.uk is terrible thing designed to part JH-R with wedges of cash at the drop of a search. I blame
jarkman.[Edit: People ask 'Did it work, how did it work and was it good?' That requires a bit of a think and a long answer when I'm not at work.]
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 06:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 06:22 am (UTC)It really is damn silly - I'm scared of my fecking wheelchair!
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:08 am (UTC)(b) I'm so very sorry.
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Date: 2004-06-04 06:17 am (UTC)b) And so you should be.
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 03:19 am (UTC)(Which is this (http://www.abebooks.co.uk/servlet/SearchResults?imagefield.x=16&an=Helen+Worth&ph=2&sortby=3&imagefield.y=17).)
[Evil Svengali
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:28 am (UTC)As a tangent, there's a thingy on the interweb for writing recipes in reverse Polish (amongst others). Which is top-notch. [googles] http://www.anthus.com/Recipes/CompCook.html.
Actually, this brings me round to a couple of rants that I've been meaning to have recently. Namely, that "Software Engineering" has more in common with cookery than traditional engineering disciplines. And that as a result, the IP issues surrounding recipes have been following a Creative Commons pattern for hundreds or even thousands of years.
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Date: 2004-06-04 04:14 am (UTC)Cake Poppyseed ?
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:21 am (UTC)Clearly we should make that Oliver bloke run the pig farm and install, oh, I dunno, Eric Allman in his stead.
(Cue bloody slashdot war over BSD vs GNU cooking)
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 03:46 am (UTC)Remember when the only people with odd electronic gadgets were the people whose dads worked in the middle east and had picked something up in Dubai duty-free?
Or indeed trying to persuade someone in the US that they might like to try shipping to the UK?
Postal orders. SAEs. Having to go to bloody Camden to get something as pedestrian as a Joy Division shirt. Phaze adverts in the back of the NME. Book orders that took three months not to turn up.
God. It was the bloody dark ages.
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 03:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 06:23 am (UTC)Yes. Definitely. So many exchanges went along the lines of:
JH-R: 'I have a bit of a problem with (x)...'
C: 'Oh?'
JH-R: Goes on to describe (x) and about halfway through stops and says 'Oh. But that's just stupid, isn't it? I should stop doing (reaction) and do (sensible dealing with problem) instead. God, I'm such an idiot... Ha! Good. Happy now...'
Excellent
Date: 2004-06-04 03:19 am (UTC)They even list Pat Cadigan!
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:39 am (UTC)It's an ebay for the sort of people who read the 'Review' section of the Guardian first on a Saturday.
[It's also entirely unsurprising that many sites seem to be sprouting weblog/journal/forum/commerce functionality. Amazon now have bloggage, for instance. LJ may well evolve some inter-punter trading engine.]
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Date: 2004-06-04 04:16 am (UTC)If you must though, don't forget the two up the Gloucester Road.
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Date: 2004-06-04 04:15 am (UTC)Jeez.... There's a blast from the past
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Date: 2004-06-04 04:31 am (UTC)Haven't heard hide nor hair of the GV since then though
I always meant to do something about it, but only recently finally got around to scanning it, upping it on my LJ and making a couple of icons from it
When it first appeared, it resonated VERY strongly indeed with then person I was then ... and in fact I haven't really changed a great deal since then, just become a little softer/gentler with people and the World around me - So, I decided that it was time to reinstate myself into my rightful position as the vicar of grooviness ;D
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:01 am (UTC)For the good ones (first dozen or so), I have two, just in case I spill Beer on one.
It's strangely ironic that a thread that began as "Has JH-R got his head back together?" has turned into Deadline fanboy. That's quite staggeringly accurate targetting and all by accidentally drifting.
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:13 am (UTC)Spilling beer on Deadlines? Good lord, who'ld do a thing like that? #embarased feet-shuffling#
And what's with the subliminal messages?
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-04 05:27 am (UTC)I used to have most of the early Deadlines. They were 'tidied'.
There was some other random 'zine that had a strip named 'Jessamy' in it. That's the only name that stuck in my head.
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:30 am (UTC)Step into the confessional one at a time
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Date: 2004-06-04 06:11 am (UTC)Elsewhere, there were a group of hackerish types, computer journalists and the similarly geek-aligned who'd managed to meet (usually in the midst of howling arguments about Thatcherism and MS-DOS) on the not-usenet, BBS-with-big-ideas, proto-LJ called Cix. Many of them had managed to get horribly drunk in the same place at least once, realised they got on in real life too and, as is/was the nature of these things, create a closed and confidential conference so they could chatter about more stuff w/o the hoi polloi butting in, organise more drinking and bitch about said hoi polloi in comfort.
One of those Cix-types was fanatical about the fetish scene, and was always banging on about what he'd got up to at the weekend. He could turn an otherwise sensible conversation about Turbo Pascal or Jazz Funk into something that would make both Julian and Sandy run screaming from the room...
... As if by magic, this became known as the 'Bluebell Railway effect' and sits somewhere between Godwin's Law and the Mandy Rice-Davies rule.
At least, that's my version. Some of the people involved may well read this and go ' You lying bastard, it wasn't like that at all. You were too busy writing shonky printer drivers and reading those pervy comics.'
Your penance
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:33 am (UTC)Hoorah! Good for you. *applause*
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Date: 2004-06-04 03:48 am (UTC)I'll be expecting people to remind me of this post should I have an outbreak of whining, mind.
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Date: 2004-06-04 05:13 am (UTC)