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It was the first of times
Yes, hello, I have been hiding under a rock for a while. In lieu of tedious diaryism, here are some things I have done for the first time in the last couple of weeks:
Installed Ubuntu. What feels like several hundred times, though I've actually only done two installs, and the rest has been booting live CDs/DVDs, and CD images in virtual machines, testing boot times. ... I have now been in the new job for two and a half weeks, and I've got so little done, and my colleagues are all cool and interesting and frighteningly clever, and I sometimes feel like they must have hired me out of pity.
Walked to the top of Boar's Hill to see the dreaming spires. Okay, we only walked from Wootton, but still. And you can't see the spires unless you're nine feet tall and have a telephoto lens the length of a telegraph pole. I am five foot one and a bit and have a point-and-click Canon Ixus, and got a photo of my feet, though that was deliberate. There is a thing you can stand on, which you're not meant to stand on. I will post photos. ("The photos are in the next post" is the LJ equivalent of "The cheque's in the post".) We saw llamas mating on the way back down the hill. I won't post photos of that, don't worry.
Tried to fix my grandad's hair... in Second Life. He's inspired by the whole idea, and currently determined to build a virtual Switzerland, and to recreate the voyage of the Titanic. We had trouble getting the "dignified" look he wanted for his hair. He turned 80 last year.
Bought a computer on eBay. It doesn't have a hard drive. I may have to buy another one. Or a hard drive. Or both. I'm hedging my bets.
Executive summary in pictures: [Ubuntu | Standing on maps | Scary llama ]
Installed Ubuntu. What feels like several hundred times, though I've actually only done two installs, and the rest has been booting live CDs/DVDs, and CD images in virtual machines, testing boot times. ... I have now been in the new job for two and a half weeks, and I've got so little done, and my colleagues are all cool and interesting and frighteningly clever, and I sometimes feel like they must have hired me out of pity.
Walked to the top of Boar's Hill to see the dreaming spires. Okay, we only walked from Wootton, but still. And you can't see the spires unless you're nine feet tall and have a telephoto lens the length of a telegraph pole. I am five foot one and a bit and have a point-and-click Canon Ixus, and got a photo of my feet, though that was deliberate. There is a thing you can stand on, which you're not meant to stand on. I will post photos. ("The photos are in the next post" is the LJ equivalent of "The cheque's in the post".) We saw llamas mating on the way back down the hill. I won't post photos of that, don't worry.
Tried to fix my grandad's hair... in Second Life. He's inspired by the whole idea, and currently determined to build a virtual Switzerland, and to recreate the voyage of the Titanic. We had trouble getting the "dignified" look he wanted for his hair. He turned 80 last year.
Bought a computer on eBay. It doesn't have a hard drive. I may have to buy another one. Or a hard drive. Or both. I'm hedging my bets.
Executive summary in pictures: [Ubuntu | Standing on maps | Scary llama ]
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I think I've been to the top of Boar's Hill, but I'm not sure. Someone'd taken the street sign away.
(Have I been in London too long?)
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As for Boar's Hill... there's a viewing platform at the top, and on the platform there's a stone thing with a flat circular map on top. It was surprisingly hard to find (you'd think the top of a hill would be pretty easy) once we'd got nearly to the top. That's how we found the bus shelter in the wood (see the rest of the photos on flickr).
You have definitely been in London too long. Visit Oxford. :-)
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Left-handed compliments, intentionally so
Nor do they work on the principle of "Hire the handicapped - they're fun to watch" because it's inefficient and not fun.
They DO hire their mates-from-the-pub or their lovers or the chronically otherwise-unemployable, but you clearly don't fall into any of those categories, either.
So I guess they actually hired you because they think you will grow into doing the job they ASKED YOU TO APPLY FOR. [coff coff. Even Molesworth 2 sa if the beak ask you to do somthing you hav to oblige "in du corse, Molesworth, in du corse" which ma mean anething fr two wekes to six mos. Or more. If yor contrakt sa three yrs you ma take that long unless the beak hav forgotten and you ma have five yrs after that unless you escape first with the rockit you hav bilt in yr spare tim.]
You get my point.
Now go have a really good meal and a b33r and relax about not reinventing the world in 2.5 weeks.
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I will try and find that dodgy hard drive for you...
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