This is my (in)activity log. You might like to visit my employer
Novell which is an amazing company, and also
Dell who in days of yore provided me with a
free laptop for Gnome development / conferences.
Also if you have the time to read this sort of stuff you could enlighten
yourself by going to Unraveling Wittgenstein's net or if
you are feeling objectionable perhaps here.
Stuff Michael Meeks is doing
- Up lateish, went out to buy some French bread,
had a difference of opinion on how much we need, he says 7
she says 6. Got 7.
- Back home, family and friends started arriving,
Tim and Julie, David Mansergh, Sue and Clive, Mr & Mrs
Griffin, Uncle Anthony & Auntie Louise, & Louise,
Georgina & Adrian. Clive had some (particularly
disgusting) dried pigs ears to feed his dogs who slavered
in our back garden.
- Had a pleasant meal, people didn't eat enough
bread though - deliberately holding back I think, despite
encouragement. Nice champagne, cheese, strawberries. The
brownies turned out extremely gooey in the middle, to the
point where we couldn't cut them and only eat the crust -
a shame, tried cooking again to no avail.
- Off to Newmarket races - mistook the course
they were running on and had to walk miles and miles.
Caught up with David which was nice.
- Lots of people at the races, bet a virtual
fortune on the horses - and lost it all. I believe as a
party in aggregate we lost only a handful of pounds, due
to the moderate stakes. Not such a fun day out.
- Afterwards there was a display of 1000 hounds,
great fox hunting packs, really quite amazingly behaved,
despite being in groups of ~50, and incredibly didn't seem
to get confused with the other packs; despite none of them
- Back home, for tea. Most people left fairly
quickly. Tackled the washing up. Then David did the heavy
lifting in affixing J's drying rack to the ceiling above
the stairs. Had a long and protracted debate about the force
in the rope, is it W ? had a bogus virtual work
consideration that was most confusing. The tension in the
rope is always W, but you pull twice the length of rope
that the rack rises. Confused as to the Fxd vs. the actual
- French bread for dinner - lots of it, hmm.
In case it's not painfully obvious: the reflections reflected here are my
own; mine, all mine ! and don't reflect the views of Novell, The
Lithuanian Gov't or Arnold Schwarzenegger. It's also important to
realise that I'm not in on the Swedish Conspiracy.
Occasionally people ask for formal photos for conferences,
Michael Meeks (firstname.lastname@example.org)