Well, I almost feel obliged …

After putting all the effort in to the new website, I almost feel obliged to make a diary entry, which possibly isn’t a bad thing.

Running out of money this month, but I must remind myself that I paid £600 towards the visa card, knowing that it meant using the visa card later in the month (we spend about £300 a month on it generally, so paying more covers the things like the computer and pays them off quicker). So not doing too badly, it’s going to be a visa christmas and a repayment new year though 😉

Work is picking up, because we are finally moving forward on the project I’m on, finally getting users migrated across, finally getting to fix things and actually do stuff, instead of endless thinking, debating, theorising and writing.

Off to Meadowhall tomorrow (there’s probably a website for that if I went looking), to do our Christmas-in-one-shopping-trip thing, where we buy everything for everyone and generally get it over and done with in one fell swoop. We want to kill each other by the end of it, but it beats shopping every weekend for three months before-hand, and still fighting.

Still no movement on the house, but it’s Christmas, who buys houses at Christmas. Ah well, by the time we do sell it, the mortgage will be so low we may actually not generate more debt by doing so.

Cool

Excellent, the diary page has ‘wrapped’ around, you need to use the ‘previous 10 entries’ link at the bottom to see the other entries (and there won’t be 10, but I couldn’t be bothered to get the code to work out how many there were, so it always says 10. Someone mention Concern for Order and Quality?)

… which reminds me.

1. Why do I use … so much?

2. Meant to say, the best thing about work of course, is that the team I’m part of is excellent, definately the best bunch of folk I’ve worked with, and there’s some stiff competition from my ex-British Steel workmates.

Knackered!

I’m knackered! Spent the day ripping PC’s apart, rebuilding them, moving bits around, for a friend of Grete’s. I don’t mind doing it at all, but it’s bloody warm work.

Since Grete got her new machine, we’ve reduced the number powered up overall by one. Her old machine (lothlorien) became the mail/news/web server here. Her new machine (shire) is obviously hers. We decommissioned hoth, which was the old mail/news box. And we’ve also turned off r2d2 which was providing the printer and data shares. Lothlorien (debian) is now providing those, which is nice (and it’s finally working with the tape backup, which wouldn’t work on the previous debian build).

I found a whole bunch of old receipts today, for computer stuff I’ve bought over the years, including one for a double speed CD ROM, £99. One for a 1GB hard disk, £169. A sound-blaster clone (Thunderboard), £79. A dot-matrix printer, £270. 4MB of memory, £76. Weird.

Sleep!

Of course, now I can’t sleep!

I’m on call, which always leaves me on edge, had some kip earlier because then I was tired, and I’m always on a bit of a high after developing code and new websites. So, I’ve been lying there for half an hour with things buzzing through my head. Not worth trying. I’ll sit here until I get sleep again, and then go to bed.