Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Saturday, January 17, 2009
One of the well known disadvantages of text based instant messaging is that some things just don't get conveyed. Body language is a classic example.
Admittedly, if I am typing on a keyboard I am unlikely to be performing the legendary "swim" but you will still be none the wiser about whether I am waving my hands around animatedly or being a bit more reserved.
Interestingly, however, I discovered in a recent conversation that it is quite possible to convey sound in an entirely text based dialogue. Things proceeded thus:
- I need to make that "eeeeh" noise that you apparently make
- what eeee noise?!
- i geddit!
- yes, that one!
- the noise i don't actually make
You may be relieved to know that the context was not in the slightest bit risque, but it is difficult to explain if you don't already know what sound I am talking about. It would seem that such sound transmission is a bit like encryption using a pre-shared key.
Nonetheless, in theory at least, we can conclude that the answer to the question in the title of this post (as posed by Delirious in their 1999 classic 'Follow') is a resounding yes.
Friday, January 16, 2009
Thursday, January 15, 2009
Monday, January 05, 2009
One of the good things about returning to work is the joy of picking up a copy of the Metro each morning from the blue container now so conveniently sited in the waiting room* at the station.
Today I read that Danny Cipriani upset Kelly Brook on a recent holiday they had together. Apparently he insisted on wearing baggy shorts when she wanted him to wear Speedos.
*Before you wonder if this really is the JP you know and love, rest assured that I've not suddenly developed a habit of arriving at the station in sufficient time to need the waiting room. Rather, the waiting room forms part of the entrance to the station and the new position of the Metro container here means that I don't have to worry about not having the time to trek along the platform for my copy before I bundle on to the train.
Saturday, January 03, 2009
I have been going through my photographs over the Christmas/New Year break, and I have found a few skeletons in the closet. One of my favourites is this photograph of the cake which a friend and I made for someone's birthday whilst we were all at university together:
This was taken just after we'd returned from celebrating the end of someone's exams with a cheeky pint to discover that we'd not done a great job of greasing the tin. I'd love to say that it was better when we'd glued it back together with apricot jam and iced it, but I'm not so sure. Perhaps it's good that I don't have any photographic evidence of the finished article.
On the plus side, I don't think I'd laughed so hard in ages.
Here we are folks, this is what we've all been waiting for. The first train related rant of 2009. Stress balls at the ready...
Obviously, I'm in favour of the rises. I don't mind paying more for my commute, because the government has shown that it can be prudent with money. At a time when we should be concerned about the environment it's very wise of them to reduce investment in the railway network. Besides, the increases have been offset by the fact that the VAT reduction saved me 2p on my cup of coffee at Victoria recently.
It's too early to say for definite whether or not I can actually expect an improvement in the level of service, but in the unlikely event that I begin to find standing up for most of my journey home a bit wearing I will obviously complain to the train operating company concerned; they don't have much of an excuse with our pro-Rail friends in charge at Number 10. The government, of course, makes it very easy for them to offer the service people want, and their system of targets works very well. I have to admit that I did get a bit cold on waiting on the station platform earlier today as I watched two fairly empty trains sail through non-stop, but I know that such apparent "cancellations" are for the Greater Good. I know that the aforementioned trains will have made it to their destination on time, and I look forward to the warm fuzzy feeling I will get when I see the next round of punctuality figures. It won't be long before Gordon Brown and his chums are hailing the fact that punctuality figures have improved a lot under their reign, and when that day comes I shall look back with pride at the times I endured lengthy delays on a cold platform to make this happen.
As 2009 dawns, it's good to see that caring for people is a thing of the past. As with the railways, so with the NHS. Why worry about what things are like for the individual at the bottom of the pile when you can have statistics which look this good?
If you are an avid reader and have been keeping up with the comments recently, you will know that Dave advised me to 'take a chill pill'. He probably isn't the only one to have considered offering such advice, although to be fair this Corner of the Blogosphere does get a disproportionately large amount of my ranting and frustration. If my only contact with you is through this blog then you probably have a worryingly distorted view of me, but never mind.
Anyway, the point is that my stocking contained a stress ball. Comme ca:
It's not quite a chill pill, and if this stops me from ranting then there will be even less action here in 2009 than there was last year, but it's fun nonetheless...