tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85963117920798894312024-03-14T11:00:38.700-07:00Greybeard's GrumblingFeatures the distinctive song of the Bearded Burbler, an endangered species, largely due to its own lethargic and sedentary nature. Will hurl abuse at almost anything but lacks the energy to pursue its targets with physical violence. Mostly harmless.Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.comBlogger40125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-5426736237321895452011-11-16T02:47:00.000-08:002011-11-16T02:47:54.666-08:00Various Dinings & Winings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMB12t1hxnuBHkDj9XO9q_0Rk5VM3tcBURCi0m3vfK9zHTk8J_tVINcSnOkHVBvAxjw6TxBZCX5_7eiw6C0jqPSVu47cJak9667op_uRY0-LrIsyF0SDU_m9Wn3V8WRX0506eM4Sa0Q/s1600/Yes+its+a+dolphin.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDbbrlhf4-JZWT91j-equZCK-Ap2vPyXdvqyTm9dBTYUcNfsajxnNokJxEQDECtS8fExj-YCTbhgjQCfg_IeWbL6ZwepcLuujjqyRsARrA7APjKG9mTb4vpU4T6U1G6SH_Dl_fGA-vvA/s1600/Al+Ildi+Damien.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="text-align: left;">Since Al is a modest fella, he doesn't appear in many of the shots on his blog. I wish to remedy this & point out how sneaky he can be.</div><br />
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Chaz, Al, Quokka & Alan (looking suspiciously)<br />
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Quokka, Therbs, Chaz, Marcella, a bit of Damien & Ildi's arm.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Later Al showed us his photos & what it would cost to suppress them</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Well fed but looking for more (Fifi on the left)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">There were dolphins, honest!</td></tr>
</tbody></table>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-47035980714657544082011-05-04T22:45:00.000-07:002011-05-04T22:45:45.117-07:00A Bedtime Fable for Surplus Children<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:WordDocument> <w:View>Normal</w:View> <w:Zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:PunctuationKerning/> <w:ValidateAgainstSchemas/> <w:SaveIfXMLInvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:IgnoreMixedContent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:Compatibility> <w:BreakWrappedTables/> <w:SnapToGridInCell/> <w:WrapTextWithPunct/> <w:UseAsianBreakRules/> <w:DontGrowAutofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:BrowserLevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:LatentStyles DefLockedState="false" LatentStyleCount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style>
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Time for one of Uncle Greybeard’s Instructive Tales. (Which you’ve probably heard before)<br />
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<div class="MsoNormal">One day this city fella was tearing down a country road at top speed when he turned a corner and saw a lamb in the road. He slammed on the brakes but knew he couldn’t stop in time, when suddenly a 3-legged pig hopped out to the lamb in a single bound, grabbed its wool in his teeth and hopped safely to the grassy verge. When he pulled up, shaking, he got out and followed the 3-legged pig as it carried the lamb back to a farmhouse. The city fella knocked on the door and when the farmer answered, he told him what the pig had done. “That is no surprise to me” said the farmer “such actions are in every way typical of this noble beast”. (He was a funny sort of farmer btw). “Why when my dear spouse and I were slumbering in our nuptial bed, my alcohol distillation apparatus (used only for fuel purposes I may say) caught fire, and would in all likelihood have cast us into eternal sleep, were it not that the noble pig burst into our boudoir, dragged the brocaded quilt from our recumbent forms – thus waking us – and skilfully hurled it upon the fire, thus extinguishing the blaze which might else have extinguished our very lives. (He also liked really long sentences that farmer). The city fella was amazed but the farmer went on (and on) to tell him more tales of intelligence and heroism unparalleled in animal lore, all attributed to the wonderful pig. Finally the farmer drew breath and the city fella asked the question which had trembled on his eager lips for, oh, ever so long. “But how did he lose his leg?” he said, inquiringly. The farmer looked shocked and shook his head at the city fella’s ignorance. “A pig like that” he said “a pig like that, well! You don’t eat it all at once!” </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">And the moral of this story is, that there is no need to sell your children all at once. Like some of our old books of art, more profit may be made by selling them one page, as it were, at a time. Please feel free to pass this instructive tale on to your various children. Perhaps as a bedtime story?</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div>yours affectionately, Uncle Greybeard.Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-58203819038175881252010-12-01T18:16:00.000-08:002010-12-02T15:00:45.899-08:00Review of the ExoPC (so far - another work in progress)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_YVBPeJXAUV4sRrDzSA7_XzrYTJVpMWWUAJfkoB0InAC0dNbE8UGwEuZeWA2WHTCfWDWiKQ3WjdW8-V7euHUY19c1gTAU6qBTD0UbZIWuNCLHE7wf_KvZBOD7wzNMyJzyihrb3aK-w/s1600/Exo+kit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfqdHvpGKkfuFe2CvVf7q9Hf-OXgfECZUuzz56zFfHoKvNDBI3wbfqKAfby10-FxhSKrwcoWFfUIW4KGDqUymjnBzGKJRzl8jsdbiRY3csl4P4nfEnpBsto7Gwlb3aluf911ajbn0vhw/s1600/MB+on+TV+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div><br />
I bought a slate (ExoPC) as an e-reader, travelling entertainment device and for portable Internet access. It's early-adopter stuff (drivers, drivers & drivers) and, while it does all the things I bought it for, it's far from perfect.<br />
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For those interested in the tech side: Intel Atom N450, 1.66GHz, 2GB RAM, 32GB SSD, 1 x SD slot, 2 x USB, 1 x mini-HDMI and a SIM card slot with nothing behind it. Audio I/O 3.5mm. 1.3 Mp webcam. 1366x768 11.6" capacitive touch screen, 4 hours battery life, if you're lucky. Broadcom chip for HD video via the m-HDMI. Runs Win 7 32-bit Home Premium out of the box. Cost A$762 delivered from Canada.<br />
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So here's my rankings so far: <br />
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E-reader 7.5/10<br />
Pros - covers every file format, backlit, good screen size and resolution. Big plus compared to a Kindle is glorious colour. Magazines etc look great. Also the speed of screen refreshes/page turns is very quick. Some e-paper screens I've tried blank out for a ridiculous time between pages. I'm a fast reader dammit.<br />
Cons - too heavy (nearly a kg), short battery life, occasionally dodgy touch screen. The touch screen issue has been reported by other users but seems to be improved by new drivers (for me anyway). It's actually quite a bit better than other capacitive screens I've tried and can only get better with, yep, new drivers.<br />
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Travelling entertainment 8/10<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk_YVBPeJXAUV4sRrDzSA7_XzrYTJVpMWWUAJfkoB0InAC0dNbE8UGwEuZeWA2WHTCfWDWiKQ3WjdW8-V7euHUY19c1gTAU6qBTD0UbZIWuNCLHE7wf_KvZBOD7wzNMyJzyihrb3aK-w/s1600/Exo+kit.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a>Pros - runs VLC, MPC - anything really. Got a cheap cable from Deal Extreme to hook to HDTV and it works fine. 1080p video + audio to a 54" plasma looks great, audio out to an amp or headphones is also great. Just the thing for motels or apartments when we're travelling. <br />
Cons - It'll do a flight to Melbourne but not an international. I'd give it 9.5 if the battery life was better.<br />
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Portable Internet access 6/10<br />
Pros - great screen, especially compared to a smartphone.<br />
Cons - weight and size mean I won't use it easily or often on the go, but fine at the destination. Needs a USB 3G modem - which I have - but an internal 3G/GPS card would be better. Some owners have already installed these, thus voiding their warranties. Like it says on my t-shirt, I Void Warranties 8-). Battery life again means that I won't spend too much time away from a socket, but to be honest I don't anyway.<br />
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All in all, I got exactly what I expected and was happy to pay for. I haven't mentioned the very fast and easy, finger-friendly Exo UI layer or the App store (which isn't much at all yet anyway). Some early problems have already been fixed by driver updates, and more are expected. The UI layer gets better with each iteration but hasn't reached version 1 yet so again, more fun to come. The bottom line is that I've now read scores of e-books I've had for years and it looks way easier to cart off on trips than a laptop or even netbook so I'm happy for now. In a couple of years new screens, batteries and APUs will probably produce devices 10x better, but by then the $2 coins in my bottom drawer will probably amount to enough to get one so that's OK too. (Beyond price was the look on the teller's face when I produced a 50 year old canvas bank moneybag with 400 $2 coins to buy this one.)Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-33638667863791001472010-11-28T18:15:00.000-08:002010-11-28T18:15:27.336-08:00Why do people have costume parties?So this fellow is turning forty (40) and he wants a costume party.<br />
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<i>Researchers have found they can attach tiny studs of silver to harmless bacteria, giving them the ability to destroy viruses. They tested the silver-impregnated bacteria against norovirus, which causes winter vomiting outbreaks, and found they leave the virus unable to cause infections."</i> (from the Brisbane Times)<br />
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This discovery raises a host of important questions. However I intend to ignore all of them and ask these instead.<br />
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Does this mean that people with piercings (and silver studs) don't get colds?<br />
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Can I avoid a cold by (a) Getting various body parts pierced? or (b) Spending a lot of time in close proximity to, say, some hot Goth chicks with lots of studs & rings?<br />
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Will body piercing now be available under the PBS?<br />
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And above all, how do they attach the studs?<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Possibility 3 (Tiny silver studs also kill Zombies & Werewolves)</td></tr>
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By Sunday all will ready.<br />
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Now here we see an odd moth which has stuck to the protective (ha!) outer grid. You can see the highly charged killing & frying grid tucked away safely at least 2mm behind that. Most moths, mozzies etc hit the inner grid and disintegrate with a slight but pleasant charring smell. Caution! Do not dislodge moths like the one above with your finger, while pressing the button. I tried to import a couple of these from HK a while back and Customs confiscated them. Pikers! But my friendly local hardware shop (old-style, not Bunnings) got hold of some.<br />
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No male of my acquaintance has come to the house without trying this thing, turning to his partner and exclaiming "I want one!". It satisfies a deep, fundamental urge to hunt which is buried in the psyche of almost every male. Plus it makes cool noises and smells and kills things.<br />
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My son's company received this laptop by courier. It came with a request for a quote to have it repaired. It appears to have been run over by a car, or possibly a truck. Now <i><b>that's</b></i> optimism.Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-82112689841790022862010-08-17T21:38:00.000-07:002010-08-17T21:40:28.907-07:00Conroy's Filter - Public Service Announcement (2)Use <a href="http://www.torproject.org/">Tor</a> for browsing - there is also a Tor button for Firefox. Used correctly, it provides safety and privacy for those who need it. Using it <b>doesn't</b> make you a pirate or a pedophile.<br />
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"Tor is a network of virtual tunnels that allows people and groups to improve their privacy and security on the Internet. It also enables software developers to create new communication tools with built-in privacy features. Tor provides the foundation for a range of applications that allow organizations and individuals to share information over public networks without compromising their privacy. <br />
Individuals use Tor to keep websites from tracking them and their family members, or to connect to news sites, instant messaging services, or the like when these are blocked by their local Internet providers. Tor's <a href="http://www.torproject.org/hidden-services.html.en">hidden services</a> let users publish web sites and other services without needing to reveal the location of the site. Individuals also use Tor for socially sensitive communication: chat rooms and web forums for rape and abuse survivors, or people with illnesses. <br />
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Journalists use Tor to communicate more safely with whistleblowers and dissidents. Non-governmental organizations (NGOs) use Tor to allow their workers to connect to their home website while they're in a foreign country, without notifying everybody nearby that they're working with that organization. <br />
Groups such as Indymedia recommend Tor for safeguarding their members' online privacy and security. Activist groups like the Electronic Frontier Foundation (EFF) recommend Tor as a mechanism for maintaining civil liberties online. Corporations use Tor as a safe way to conduct competitive analysis, and to protect sensitive procurement patterns from eavesdroppers. They also use it to replace traditional VPNs, which reveal the exact amount and timing of communication. Which locations have employees working late? Which locations have employees consulting job-hunting websites? Which research divisions are communicating with the company's patent lawyers? <br />
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(Overview from the Tor site, reproduced via Creative Commons rules)Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-88452972416365751112010-08-16T23:09:00.000-07:002010-08-16T23:09:30.920-07:00Lies! All lies!http://www.brisbanetimes.com.au/federal-election/climate/scientists-say-global-warming-is-undeniable-20100816-12701.html<br />
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Well here we go again. Those evil, lying scientists are trying the old global warming con but I'm not falling for it. No sir, I've weighed the evidence on Fox News, read about the scientific papers from the Exxon Valdez Memorial Institute for the Unbiased Study of the Unchanging Climate <i>and</i> watched Glenn Beck. I know a communist plot by the New World Order when he tells me.<br />
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These white-coated frauds are just hustling for the <strike>meager</strike>, Mega bucks in, er, those Grant things, whatever they are. I've worked in uni labs and seen those so-called professors* snorting blow off the dainty insteps of their graduate students^. I happen to know for certain - because I read it on the Internet - that CO2 is good for plants, meaning bigger crops and no food shortages. Also, who cares if some glaciers melt? I wasn't using them, were you? We should be concerned about <u>real</u> problems like stopping the dozens of savage boat people, waving their AKA-747's and smuggling nuclear weapons in their nappies, and jumping queues right left and centre. I was jumped in a queue once and I missed the seat I like at the front of the bus. If these boat people are allowed to land, <i>our queues will never be safe again</i>! <br />
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^(Parts or all of this statement may be untrue)Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-24670685709362367632010-08-16T18:44:00.000-07:002010-08-16T18:44:12.004-07:00I want to write the BlurbsI have a paperback devoted to quotes from Science Fiction and Fantasy books. It's called "Ghastly Beyond Belief" by Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman and there's a section dealing with the various kinds of blurbs on the back covers. Well, I just finished a classic (blurb, not book) and because I'm a cruel little man, I'm going to share. The book was "The Assassin" by Stephen Coonts (don't judge me, I just felt like a veggie read). Here is the <span style="color: red;">annotated</span> blurb.<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Tommy Carmellini is a man who's known both sides of the law. (<span style="color: red;">True</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">But even as a burglar, he knew honour among thieves. (<span style="color: red;">Never mentioned</span>) Now firmly allied to </div><div style="text-align: center;">the CIA, (<span style="color: red;">Is "allied" the same as full-time agent?</span>) he can still recognise a traitor when he sees one. </div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="color: red;">Great. Pity there are no traitors</span>). And so tracking down Al Qaeda lieutenant (<span style="color: red;">no, he isn't</span>) </div><div style="text-align: center;">Abu Qasim has become a personal quest (<span style="color: red;">no, it hasn't</span>). </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">While trailing Abu Qasim (<span style="color: red;">he never does, nor does anyone else</span>), Tommy spots an </div><div style="text-align: center;">American mobster boarding a yacht in Capri. (<span style="color: red;">There are no American mobsters, or yachts </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">and Capri is never mentioned in the book</span>). Tommy's boss - Jake Grafton (<span style="color: red;">he is!</span>) fearing links </div><div style="text-align: center;">between the mob and Al Qaeda (<span style="color: red;">no he doesn't. As above no mob, no Al Qaeda</span>), sends </div><div style="text-align: center;">Tommy in even deeper to investigate. (<span style="color: red;">Not exactly</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meanwhile Fioratti (<span style="color: red;">who?</span>), Tommy's mobster (<span style="color: red;">nope</span>), is busy planning a terror-for-hire </div><div style="text-align: center;">strike that will make him rich beyond the dreams of avarice. (<span style="color: red;">Maybe he is - in another book</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">After all, global terror is big business. Some fight for their faith; others for cold hard cash.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Soon Tommy and Jake are embroiled in a stew of American and Russian mobsters,</div><div style="text-align: center;">(<span style="color: red;">There. are. no. mobsters. in. this. book. And no stews and the Russians are all allies</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;">killers and thieves, and the clock is ticking. (<span style="color: red;">Um, no thieves either</span>)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">So I'm puzzled. If it was the blurb for a totally different book that would just be a procedural error of some kind. But Grafton, Carmellini and Abu Qasim are all in there and Qasim <i>is</i> an Al Qaeda-like figure, there are Russians and a terror plot. So did the blurb-writer actually read it at all? If so, where did Fioratti and the mob come from? And why didn't Orion Books have the blurb read by an editor who'd actually read the book before sending it to print? These are all mysteries. Just not, you know, Meaning Of Life type mysteries.</div>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-25429197018675945122010-08-11T21:49:00.000-07:002010-08-11T21:49:55.534-07:00Killer Turkey<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJGHBIOQvjUDEJm4Omf-OLnXy6GkZ5cjSFlcM0V21gksrj_Pk4rQ9hOUknzk1cYEXb2GLJgGZ8098jbyPhug' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Let me introduce Colin. He attacks almost anything I move in my (his) back yard. The best part is when I walk down to the back gate past his mound and he kicks leaves all over me. He also pecks the wheels on the mower, drags the hose around and even goes for palm fronds, as seen above. Can anyone send me a photo of NowhereBob? </div>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-76484991322946064372010-07-25T04:55:00.000-07:002010-07-25T18:41:43.173-07:00The Perils of Poor PlanningThe highly organised (and esteemed) Quokka arranged breakfast this morning for some Burgers at the Pancake Manor. The food was fine and the company excellent, but due to an inexplicable error by the staff, everyone who ordered coffee was given instead some deeply unpleasant liquid which most of us found undrinkable. (Quokka ordered tea. Just saying.) Photos follow, except for Monster Yuppy who left early to catch up on his housework - something about dusting his credenza?<br />
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The planning problem came later when we had a "where are you" call from the Degenerate Dining Club for lunch. We thought a hearty breakfast, a food-free rest and Xmas in July 70's themed dinner would be fine. But no, it was for High Noon and as usual the DDC had catered for 2.5x the number of actual diners. Of course we could have skipped a course or two, but they're all such damned good cooks. Rita had done a fantastic job, with tinsel, stockings, antlers, Santa caps, hideous rotating festive musical devices and an amusing dog. The star-shaped place-card-cum-chokkie-boxes were particularly, um, 70's. Peter clearly needed nourishment after last weeks heart surgery and did more than his share. Much more. Personally I don't believe they gave him a bionic stomach.<br />
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UNFINISHED (I'm away to bed without any supper, and possibly no breakfast)Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-12885897413070584672010-07-15T18:33:00.000-07:002010-07-15T23:23:07.995-07:00How to Deal with your Zombie Problem - in AustraliaI’ve been inspired by the redoubtable Mr Barnes<a href="file:///C:/Users/F%20X%20Quimby/Documents/How%20to%20Deal%20with%20your%20Zombie%20Problem.htm#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">[1]</span></span></span></a> to add a small monograph on dealing with Zombies <b><i>for the average Australian</i></b>. As he has said, the recent development of artificial life in the form of bacteria with completely synthetic DNA means that the rise of Zed and the Zombie Apocalypse cannot be far away. Much has been written on this topic from the American viewpoint but we are unlikely to have access to pump-action shotguns or indeed the apparently limitless supply of handguns found in the <st1:country-region w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">USA</st1:place></st1:country-region>. We must therefore manage with what is at hand. This paper describes weapons which are legal in all states except <st1:state w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Victoria</st1:place></st1:state>. If you live there, you must either emigrate or rely on running very, very fast indeed. Or be the kind of Victorian whose family appears in Underbelly<a href="file:///C:/Users/F%20X%20Quimby/Documents/How%20to%20Deal%20with%20your%20Zombie%20Problem.htm#_ftn2" name="_ftnref2" title=""><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span class="MsoFootnoteReference"><span style="font-family: "Times New Roman"; font-size: 12pt;">[2]</span></span></span></a>.<br />
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(Each useful implement or "weapon" has been rated on a scale of 0 to 10 because a “1” might imply that they could possibly be of some use, however limited. Because different weapons are better suited to some environments than others, explanatory comments have also been appended. Illustrations include a matchbox for scale. (This should not be taken as an endorsement of Redhead products.))<br />
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For simplicity I have assumed that Zed will arise in the night and that the morning of the Apocalypse will find us at home. Or at someone's home anyway. The unprepared will probably dress and set off for the station to catch the 7:40 to Central, unaware that Mrs Griggs at the corner is now an undead monster with a lust for cerebellar gooeyness. They are doomed. Worse, they will add to the Z problem faced by the rest of us. Some may think to reduce this problem by preemptively beheading neighbours who show Z-like tendencies (I'm looking at you, Q). I do <b>not</b> recommend this, unless of course you have a foolproof method of body disposal. For example, it might be possible to conceal two or even three Irish backpackers in a single mildewed mattress during a kerbside pickup.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Still to come</b></span>:<br />
<ul><li>Turning your home into a lethal fortress</li>
<li>Convincing the examining doctors of your sanity</li>
<li>Escaping from a straitjacket </li>
<li>Looting - Brand-name or No-name. Should You Care?</li>
<li>Your Post-Apocalyptic Garden - Rose thorns <b>can</b> slow Zombies with careful planting</li>
<li>Potassium Hydroxide, Methanol and Zombie fat - make "true" Biodiesel which will run almost any unmodified engine.</li>
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<div class="storybody">This is a Netherlands-based meta-search engine* from the company Ixquick. It claims to be the most private search engine in the world by deleting user IP addresses after searching, using SSL encryption and using an integrated proxy to anonymise all traffic linked through search results. In other words, if you search for "euthanasia help" through this engine, your IP address (and thus your identity) is not revealed to any site which you access by <b>directly following</b> the search page link. If you bookmarked that page and later followed the bookmark, your personal IP address <b>would</b> be visible to that site.The proxy part also means that your ISP - which will have to apply Conroy's filter - can't see your search terms and therefore can't block or record them. Proxies apparently work to circumvent China's Great Firewall as well as the Conroy Wall of Ignorance.</div><div class="storybody"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">And these photos turn out to take forever to upload, so I'll resize some, add a few non-carpets, and get back.</div>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-82556529752625580012010-04-09T22:03:00.000-07:002010-04-09T22:03:23.684-07:00Flash! Man Flu Exists!It would appear, O possessors of the XX (aka Double-crossers) that we were right all along. The men of the planet await your apologies - collectively or en mass. <br />
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As it says on Spike Milligan's tombstone - "See, I told you I was sick"Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-77502944204351352132010-04-09T21:56:00.000-07:002010-04-09T21:56:34.785-07:00iPad needs a new word?Hmm, The Sun, The Australian and the Courier Mail as paid apps? I'm thinking Tabletoid Journalism.Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-31652693443732731712010-03-18T17:23:00.000-07:002010-03-18T17:23:55.262-07:00A small Burger BreakfastMenus here: http://www.locknloadbistro.com.au/menus/LocknLoadBistroBreakfastMenu.pdf<br />
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<h3 class="success color2fore">Your booking has been confirmed with Lock n Load (Westend)</h3><div class="summary"> <h3>Booking Confirmation (27UU)</h3><div class="line"> <label>Restaurant:</label> <span>Lock n Load (Westend) </span> </div><div class="line"> <label>Name:</label> <span>Mr Greg Randolph </span> </div><div class="line"> <label><strong>Booking ID:</strong></label> <span><strong>27UU</strong> </span> </div><div class="line"> <label>Date:</label> <span>Sunday 28 March 10 </span> </div><div class="line"> <label>Time:</label> <span>9:00 AM </span> </div><div class="line"> <label>People:</label> <span>6 </span> </div><div class="line"> <label>Phone:</label> <span>0412 xxxxxx</span> </div><div class="line"> <label>Email:</label> <span>greg.randolph@xxx.xxx.au</span></div><div class="line"><span> </span></div><div class="line"><span>If anyone else can come (and all Burgers and Insignificant Others are welcome), leave a message here and I'll try to increase the numbers. </span> </div></div>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-78801839511344338032010-03-13T04:34:00.000-08:002010-03-13T04:34:37.837-08:00The Attacks on ScientologySo Senator Nick Xenophon won't let up on Scientology eh? Xeno-phon or Xenu-phon? Coincidence? I think not! <br />
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<div> 1. <b>Initial enthusiasm</b> (people introduce themselves, and gush a lot about how wonderful it is to find kindred souls).</div><br />
<div> 2. <b> Evangelism</b> (people moan about how few folks are posting to the list, and brainstorm recruitment strategies).</div><br />
<div> 3. <b>Growth</b> (more and more people join, more and more lengthy threads develop, occasional off-topic threads pop up).</div><br />
<div> 4. <b>Community</b> (lots of threads, some more relevant than others; lots of information and advice is exchanged; experts help other experts as well as less experienced colleagues; friendships develop; people tease each other; newcomers are welcomed with generosity and patience; everyone -- newbie and expert alike -- feels comfortable asking questions, suggesting answers, and sharing opinions).</div><br />
<div> 5. <b>Discomfort with diversity</b> (the number of messages increases dramatically; not every thread is fascinating to every reader; people start complaining about the signal-to-noise ratio; person 1 threatens to quit if *other* people don't limit discussion to person 1's pet topic; person 2 agrees with person 1; person 3 tells 1 & 2 to lighten up; more bandwidth is wasted complaining about off-topic threads than is used for the threads themselves; everyone gets annoyed).</div><br />
<div> 6a. <b>Smug complacency and stagnation</b> (the purists flame everyone who asks an 'old' question or responds with humor to a serious post; newbies are rebuffed; traffic drops to a doze-producing level of a few minor issues; all interesting discussions happen by private email and are limited to a few participants; the purists spend lots of time self-righteously congratulating each other on keeping off-topic threads off the list).</div><div> </div><div> OR</div><br />
<div> 6b. <b>Maturity</b> (a few people quit in a huff; the rest of the participants stay near stage 4, with stage 5 popping up briefly every few weeks; many people wear out their second or third 'delete' key, but the list lives contentedly ever after).</div><div> </div><div>I used to bail out at 5, unless it was something I needed to stick with for professional purposes. Sometimes I think the Blunty/Burger blogs are creeping towards 6a. Hope not. Nothing much about online communities has changed though, even since the 80's and strange things called "Bulletin Boards". We're still people. </div>Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-58481191005564713722010-02-21T16:37:00.000-08:002010-02-21T16:37:05.293-08:00My Trip to Sydney - or - There and Back Again<span style="font-size: x-small;">Whew - little visit from the dog there. Now that I've got Global Warming pushed to the back of my brain again, something more cheerful. Unless you're Nowhere Bob. </span><br />
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I've been obsessed by science, the practice of science, its "method", its principles, its promise and excitement since I was a very small boy. A "freaky" small boy who read newspapers before starting year 1 and Southey's "Life of Nelson" at age 6. It was boring and they "talked funny" but I still have it on the shelves. By then I was reading adult fiction but mainly encyclopedias which I loved with a passion & always hoped for at Xmas. Later I taught physics & biology for years before being seduced by IT. If my science classes were popular, I think it was because the kids recognised genuine passion for the subjects and appreciated that we would always go beyond the textbook, into the latest articles and discoveries and into where this might take us. Science was, in a sense, my religion and my hope for the future of the world. Back then it was respected, even by business and mining magnates, largely because it continued to make them ever richer. And of course by the general public, who would live for centuries, without disease and only work two days a week. Oddly enough I don't recall actual scientists making those predictions but there they were in the magazines anyway.<br />
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Then we ("we" because I include myself in the sub-species sciencewonkia) discovered that DDT could exterminate entire species, even useful ones, that radiation didn't magically go away when you didn't need it, that the Ozone Hole was growing, that Climate was Changing. And thus everything changed. Rachel Carson's famous "Silent Spring" probably started the demonisation of science and scientists. Here was a book that had the potential to <i><b>reduce profits</b></i>. Just to save some insects and fish and ducks and hawks that no true-blue capitalist could possibly care about. Clearly scientists had become dangerous. They were <i>discovering</i> things that would have best remained hidden and <i>publishing</i> their findings! Then it was remembered that many of them were godless, evil, Satan-worshipping evolutionists. Yet another nail in their coffin. So, gradually yet within my working lifetime, we have moved from the people who made you healthier, made your world richer and more exciting, who helped humanity, to a cabal of lying, self-serving, grant-scrounging, monster-making alarmist villains. The LHC will create a black hole and destroy the earth! And the scientists don't care! Well we would if that were anything but utter crap. Hey, we live here too.<br />
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Above all of course is Anthropogenic Climate Change. The "Greatest Con Job Ever". Except of course it isn't. Sure you can find tiny, insignificant mistakes - maybe even lies. A famous Korean scientist lied about cloning and was disgraced & kicked out. Oddly enough, no one seems to have decided that this meant that cloning itself was a total fraud? And yes, you can find a bunch of scientists who will rail against it. Most of them are right out of their area of expertise - as valid as a dentist criticising string theory. He could indeed be right but it's not very likely. Others are like Lord Monkton - a non-scientist, non-mathematician, non-anything useful who has demonstrably lied about his own background. Against them we have the vast body of world scientific research - not opinion, research. Science isn't a democracy but sheer volume of peer-reviewed research has to count. Quite a lot.<br />
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What irritates me is that so much of the evidence is available to ANYONE with eyes. Take all the fuss about "Himalayan glaciers". Ooooh, another fraud of the climate scientists eh? So, Google "reduction glaciers" and look at the photographs. So: maybe this is natural and unrelated to the rising CO2/Methane levels during this period. Bloody unlikely, even ludicrously unlikely but possible. Just. Even if that were so, the process still represents a massive danger to: crop production, island communities, populated coastal areas (like virtually every coastal area that's habitable). Add to that the masses of other evidence from so many totally different sources and our choice, in scientific terms, is simple; Fix it or Die.<br />
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Now the Deniers are clearly winning. They have the money, the spin-doctors, the paid politicians, Fox News and the works. Effectively they've won and we will <b>not</b> fix it. Instead we are going to die. Billions of hunger and thirst, millions more in "water wars", millions more of disease and the general violence that accompanies the downfall of any civilisation. And that makes me angry. At the Deniers, at myself for not helping more, at scientists everywhere because we were outmaneuvered. We lost the war before we even knew we were being attacked, because that's not the way we think. But especially at the Deniers.<br />
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So who are they, these Climate Change Deniers? After a little thought I've tentatively classified them as:<br />
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1. The ones who know the truth but do not care. Generally rich or relatively so, they are sociopaths who have no real empathy for younger or 'future' humans, even their own descendants. Wealth and power are their only interests. Motto: "Apres moi, le deluge" or "I'll have my fun and stuff you all when I'm gone". If any are alive when AGW is too obvious for anyone to deny, they should be placed on what is left of a small Pacific island and left to die, whether by drowning, starvation, cannibalism or suicide. All are acceptable.<br />
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2. The Paid Liars. Like the scientists who produced exactly the results specified by the Tobacco companies, these are traitors to their own species. Includes PR firms working for the energy industry and anyone working for Fox News. Quite a large group. Their names should be placed on a list, with photographs, and widely circulated. I imagine that dying communities will find some appropriate reward.<br />
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3. The "Look at ME - I want to be FAMOUS" scientists. And how does a mediocre scientist of no achievement become famous in the "popular" press? By presenting an anti-AGW argument. No matter how unqualified, tenuous, or specious it may be, you <b>will</b> be on the list. TV appearances, quotes in the papers, grants from industry - all this can be yours. Some are probably self-deluded members of the largest group below, others just honestly wrong. Too bad. They've helped kill us anyway. I'm feeling harsh, so put them on the list with 2.<br />
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4. The Fools. Most blog postings come from this group. They cannot spell, capitalise or generally communicate effectively in any way. Often oppose anything "sciency" owing to a massive and well justified inferiority complex. Also oppose AGW on political grounds. Either it is a left-wing anti-wealth plot or part of the New World Order plot by the Jews and Big Business. Posts are generally short - "yah cant fool me its all crap". May be left to live or die by their own efforts. More to be pitied than blamed despite their annoying nature. We should have done more for them, and should be ashamed. I am.<br />
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5. Finally, the largest group of all. The Cowards. Truly those "In Denial". Faced with the worst disaster in human history, their cowardly minds cannot cope. They poke their heads firmly into the sand or hold their hands over their ears and shout "la, la, la" because to see, to hear, to understand and thus to believe is far too terrifying to contemplate. Fond of citing obscure articles which they have never read and wouldn't understand. Fond of quoting discredited pseudo-scientists like Monkton et al, or referring to vague lists of dissenting scientists which they have also never seen. Conversation (and blogs) contain comments such as "I'm not convinced by the evidence" or "there are too many questions/doubts" or "what about (insert so-called "scandal" here) - that proves it's all a lie". Not to be confused with the Fools, these people may be intelligent but their prime motivation is pure cowardice. We've all heard of the person who knows that "that mole" is getting bigger and darker but utterly refuses to go to a doctor. As long as they don't <b>know</b> the truth, they can pretend that everything is all right. So they shout at those who try to tell them, abuse them, stop talking to them. We've seen this in blogs, we've probably seen it in friends and workmates. The effort to save ourselves is too great, their selfishness too large. Give up my V8? Give up fossil-fueled cars??! Go Solar? Live more simply? Reduce my standard of living!? PAY to fix this?? Pay with MY taxes, MY money, MY precious . . . ? Are we mad? Well yes I am. Very, very angry indeed. If I'm still around when civilisation goes belly-up and I have the option of dying slowly and unpleasantly or some other way, I might remember Poirot's Last Case.Greybeardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16642770140374055495noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8596311792079889431.post-58336681124802866342010-02-05T22:36:00.000-08:002010-02-05T22:36:35.812-08:00Advice For Those Contemplating Parenthood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcL1P2pVBaUieelf_Ke1-gBiHAatonbBvERDPmHJZCMS3GBFOIDMcJTwwLBYYtoG2m0HhSvk1q5aJTUYgG8rHuUdMkVcMFbuvUPkvR13sb_ADR8ZDVkvkHArzK16l7dVY0yQrqlE5L4w/s1600-h/n1268574927_7688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcL1P2pVBaUieelf_Ke1-gBiHAatonbBvERDPmHJZCMS3GBFOIDMcJTwwLBYYtoG2m0HhSvk1q5aJTUYgG8rHuUdMkVcMFbuvUPkvR13sb_ADR8ZDVkvkHArzK16l7dVY0yQrqlE5L4w/s320/n1268574927_7688.jpg" /></a>After many years of worry, torment, sleepless nights - and having spent approximately the GDP of Iceland on each offspring, things will get much worse. Note the appalling changes that time and ever-growing evil have wrought on my example. "Ah" you may say, "but surely they will leave home and you can enjoy the pleasures of the empty nest". But you would be wrong. If (and this is by no means certain) they leave, it is only so that they can return to dash your hopes. Some will stay until decrepitude drives you to the nursing home (although ours has stated a preference for abandoning us in a large shopping centre). <br />
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