Archives for March 1, 2009

Bad meets evil

Well I have been listening to Slim Shady recently: I don’t speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I’m not a real person, I’m a ghost trapped in a beat I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce’s head…

As organisations that downsize too aggressively discover, having people around who actually remember what happened in the past can be very useful (no, this is no reference to CSR; though I have noticed that one of the most valuable and oft-forgotten ways to solve some new bug reports is to simply type the appropriate key…

Vile jobbery on the Cam

And I’m not talking about me being appointed captain of Men’s boats at Chesterton. No, the jobbery I’m talking about is the new house being constructed just by the Fort St George bridge. it’s been a while a-coming, and when first laid out I was impressed by how small the ground plan was – how…