hirez: (Happy cycling)
The other week, I was grovelling back through my LJ archive for something else, when I found the set of posts surrounding my attempts to do enough miles to feel fit enough to tackle the Dunwich Dynamo. The short version is that I had a rather good time pottering across Wiltshire in a 100k challenge ride (Still got the cert somewhere) and was looking forward to be able to take part in the Dynamo and the Tour of the Cotswolds the following year.

That remains the longest distance I've cycled, which is hateful.

As far as 'medical' 'science' is concerned there's nothing wrong with me and would I just stop bothering busy GPs with my mithering I should be glad I can ride a bike at all.

That's hateful, too.

Once in a while I forget and go out for a medium potter (out to Hambrook last month on a Sunday evening. It was lovely.) and then spend the rest of the bloody week in a state of paranoia and self-hatred.

In short, cavalcade of arse and ableist entitlement.

(I lied about the hashtags)
hirez: (Armalite rifle)
Obviously the thing I'm not writing about in the last piece is the quite monumentally fucked up state of $work.

It's all a bit Slater-Walker at the moment.

Splosh!

Apr. 30th, 2012 11:10 pm
hirez: (muddy)
River Avon, Bath, this afternoon. New riverside development somewhat damper than envisaged. )
hirez: (safety chicken)
Good heavens. You don't say. Cor crikey. Etc.
hirez: (dissent)
http://www.insidefacebook.com/2011/09/22/what-f8-means-for-advertisers-the-ability-to-target-users-based-on-media-consumption/

An added bonus of users sharing more about themselves and their behavior is that Facebook gain more data to power ad targeting. Facebook’s profile redesign last year made biographical data and interests more prominent, encouraging users to provide more information about who they are and what types of media and companies they care about.

.. And now you can muck about with who sees what about who else, which groups of friends get to see items about what event or media object and what information you care to see from other people.

I would imagine that a 'shag family tree' would be a fairly trivial visualisation of your social graph.

Or, I don't know, given the data above it would be fairly simple to work out who the 'taste makers' or 'thought leaders' in any particular social grouping might be and give them shiny toys to play with. Like the purchase of New Rocks, togs from Cyberdog or whatever the hell it is that clubby-club people clamber into these days.

If you think Google and FB aren't carefully analysing the way your circles or FB-equivalent-thereof are constructed in order to work out more about you than you might otherwise let on, then I, oh, what's the use? I get to be the boggle-eyed paranoid, I guess.

As one might gather from the way I run this LJ, there's very little about the state of my life that I don't feel comfortable about strip-mining for a post. There are no secrets on the Internet, after all. It would therefore be hypocritical of me to get too much of a monk on about the way privacy isn't. And, really, if any potential employer digs through this and uses it as an excuse to give me a wide berth, then they're going to be a mob of greedhead negative-vibe merchants who I'm going to fail to get on with on a cellular level.

On the other hand, The Tabs love a full-service FB profile and will surely pull out the drunkest and/or most duck-faced picture they can find in your gallery to illustrate their article about you being some uncloseted rubber-bothering sex and drug pervert and therefore clearly guilty of whatever crime they can imagine. See, for instance, Rebecca Leighton and Chris Jefferies who appeared to be guilty of liking a pint and being slightly stranger than Paul Dacre could stand.

But of course if you've done nothing wrong, you have nothing to fear.

Also, it strikes me that knowing the default voicemail p/w on a range of mobile telephones is utterly amateur stuff when compared to the data given away by FBG+ - and why on earth bother with a large database of 'terror' suspects when you can get the little dears to fill it in for free?
hirez: (dissent)
It seems to be some largely unexamined function of 'social networking' that no matter how well or poorly designed the 'contact management' functionality may be, there will be a set of people who will immediately exploit it to create maximal drama.

I mean, we bugger along with LJ's unfortunate overloading of the word 'friend' and have to generate elaborate interpersonal structures in order to avoid the sort of howling fuckups who agonize about net imbalances in 'friend' vs 'friend of'. However, the longer one uses tools like 'default view' , a default custom-post list and the oh-get-over-yourself that is lj-toys, the more the likelihood of cock-up or coat-tailing tends toward 1.

Meanwhile, FaceAche has a flat friend-space, which is Geek Social Fallacy no.4 enshrined in pre-compiled PHP and a complete joy to behold when it inevitably goes wrong. You can either keep it totally 'hullo trees, hullo sky', which means the place is ankle deep in lifeless bullshit and anyone with the gross bad taste to be having a bit of a shite time is perceived as lame and driven out of the herd by those who're convinced that it might be catching. Or you can generate a bogus identity so you can be happy-smiley for work and/or the people who you wish had stayed inside FriendsReunited.

Obviously there are degrees of false identity, which range from 'sadly required to stay safe on the internets' via 'you are a trouble-magnet and please stay the fuck away from me' to 'genuinely disturbing stalker ditto'.

You know how proper hacker types muck around with computing kit in order to get it to work the way they want, and it's all about privilege escalation and exploits and man-in-the-middle attacks? The broken design of the existing crop of 'social networks' enable exactly the same behaviour, but this time root == optimal gossip-source.

[ Reference material: http://www.slideshare.net/padday/the-real-life-social-network-v2 ]
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(A real programme on the BBC, shamefully enough.)

Under what circumstances, other than the traditional nineteen pints of Scruttock's Old Dirigible, is it ever a bright idea to take a pic of yr todger and share it around on the internets?

I have to ask, since as a reasonably intelligent bloke who didn't have a particularly left-leaning or feminist upbringing, I have no bloody idea what might motivate someone to do that. They are clearly of a completely different species and I share no common ground or mental wossname with them.
hirez: (Happy cycling)
http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/italian-police-investigate-ricco-for-blood-doping
http://www.cyclingnews.com/news/ricco-to-be-questioned-about-blood-doping-investigation

[It's only of tangential interest that this bloke looks like a former manager, who I failed to get on with in a really rather messy manner.]

So it would seem that yer man here, who has already been banned for using EPO, drained an armful and kept it in the fridge for the thick end of a month. Lord alone knows what the best-before date is on your own blood, but I suspect it's way shorter than that. Even in a serious eco-fridge with a water cooler and a frost-free thingy. I mean, I went and checked our freezer and there's a wee icon of a cow and a chicken and three stars, but nothing that looks like it might be a person-juice symbol.

Of course, the chap's first mistake was not to go on to a Twilight and/or similar Paranormal Romance forum-effort and ask the inmates what fridge they'd recommend for blood storage. After all, every modern vampire type would know that sort of thing.

Second mistake? Not opening the bag and sniffing it before putting it back in. Schoolboy error, there. If he'd been the sort of person who's parents made him eat the bowl of cereal even though there were floaty bits in the milk, he'd not be in charge of one or more somewhat shagged kidneys.
hirez: (Lard)
Is it just me, or does that Mark Undercover-Copper bollix have the sort of face one could merrily slap? Smug cod-Levellers-i've-a-tribal-tattoo-and-i'm-a-vegan wanker.

(Perhaps I shall assume that everyone at the next Bristol Anarchist Bookfair is in the Polis. That'll wind the buggers up.)
hirez: (Challenger)
Car rental in the US: quoted cost - $175. Actual cost - $400.

Van rental in the UK: quoted cost- £400. Actual cost - £400.

(I haven't rented a car in this country for about a decade, but I am tolerably sure that the cost doesn't more than double.)
hirez: (posing)
http://beastclothing.myshopify.com/collections/frontpage/products/mad-as-a-badger

I guess it makes them easier to spot.
hirez: (tank)
Commander Raffaella Carra, the first Italian on the moon, plants the European flag and takes one step back towards the lander. Her pilot, Flt. Lt. Sabrina Salerno, takes a sequence of pictures that appear to show the flag waving in a non-existing breeze. In the future, ESA will have to publish a strongly-worded refutation of the vast and American-led campaign that holds this as proof that the moon-mission never took place.

Dr. Hazell Dean, who is a member of the geology team, will become famous for punching out one Henry Rollins, her chief critic, on live television.
hirez: (dissent)
JHR (Last year).

Charlie Brooker.

G(r)od I'm good.

B0rg3d

Jan. 8th, 2010 02:05 pm
hirez: (Trouble with my worms (i))
War3z d00ds, skinflints and the useless, front and centre.
hirez: (dissent)
You know, I'm now rather glad I didn't waste any dollar on going to see 'Sunshine'.

It's like a mob of useless tossers, but in space. With a broken plot.


Edit: [livejournal.com profile] dyllanne nailed it quite some time ago. I believe that film should be shown to systems architects and DR people as part of the hiring process. If they can't spot at least ten things wrong, you probably want to avoid them.

Which reminds me. Years ago, I jabbered randomly about 'Comp.risks: The Movie'. That film would be 'Sunshine'.
hirez: (Armalite rifle)
Via the splendid Ken MacLeod (an ever-correct and iron-forged weapon in the hands of progressive peoples everywhere), we find this. It makes my brains hurt and I understand about two-thirds of it, but that which I do understand surprises me not at all.

Still feel repulsive. Bugger.
hirez: (Christmas cat)
i) Buy breadmaker.
ii) Put raw materials in breadmaker.
iii) Bread!

I don't know why I'm surprised. It's probably down to working with computers:

i) Commission hardware.
ii) Install OS and relevant applications.
iii) Space badgers!
hirez: (Armalite rifle)
Today we learn that the gummint (Revenue branch) really are a mob of hopeless tossers. Well, when I say learn I mean 'Will be featuring in this week's SANS newsletter, comp.risks (maybe) and many other places where people who profess to know/care about computer security will be able to point, laugh and go 'imagine my surprise...''

On one hand, have these people never heard of leased lines? On the other 'Never underestimate the bandwidth of a Studebaker full of mag tapes'. On the third the likelihood of two gummit organisations being able to exchange data electronically is going to be close to zero, so entrusting the data to TNT is a reasonable alternative. In that context. For very small values of reasonable.

Two CDs, right? Tar and feather the data, encrypt it with gpg and email it to a Google account. How hard's that?

Sadly, I don't believe this will enable me to demand an audit of the Revenue's systems and processes the next time they require their tithe.



Elsewhere, rubbish people do stupid things and blame others. As usual with ML, the comments are the other half of the story, but by jebus you'll want a stiff drink after reading them. Who on earth would suspect that poor behaviour on the internet would affect real lives? (That would be sarcasm.)
hirez: (Trouble with my worms (i))
F&SF bounced the thing only slightly less quickly than the Interzone chaps, but there's a big pond in the way.

Is there a land speed record for this sort of thing? Would listening to early Husker Du help?

I don't wonder that this writing business isn't yet part of my reality, because I suspect I should care more. Or I'm just so tiresomely arrogant that... No. That would be really quite bad.
hirez: (Trouble with my worms (i))
It looks like now would be a good time to submit stories to Interzone if you're looking for a rapid turnaround.

Hey, and indeed ho. Onwards and upwards.

I can't say I'm entirely surprised they didn't take to it, mind. I think the start needs a bit of a kick in the nads so it begins with more of a bang and less of an ugly sentence.

Next!

(I seriously need a writing usericon.)

In other news; tiresome Bristolian car drivers:

o You in the snot-green Micra on the school-run from Frenchay toward town. Yes, it's generally accepted that you leave cyclists more than six inches of clearance. I hope your children put the new waving gesture I demonstrated to good use.

o Arse-visage in the silver-and-rust Astra estate driving past the parade of shops on Fishponds road. Which part of 'Zebra crossing' do you have the problem with?

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