Has a chest infection. (read man-flu). Bah. No training run for me today, I will mos'ly be lying in bed shivering. #trainingplanfail.
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Tue, Mar. 13th, 2012, 05:09 pm
Mon, Mar. 21st, 2011, 12:13 pm
25th April 1971: was 5 weeks old, living in Lowestoft and gurgling a lot, probably. Didn't know about bikes yet (My little sister bought me my first one in May '73)
5th April 1981: At middle school. Interested in computers and electronics (I’d just got a zx81, and built my own AM radio). Lusting after a Raleigh Burner BMX
21st April 1991: At College in Lowestoft, doing a BTEC OND in engineering (computers and electronics, natch). Started Growing my hair and Drinking Newcastle Brown Ale. Lusting after a Ridgeback 602 mountain bike. Watching Carling, Moore, Skinner, Ackford, Dooley, Guscott, Andrew, Underwood et al win the grand slam.
29th April 2001: Living in Coventry – Ree and I had Just Moved in together, along with Claudia, her cat. Working for parasol at Alcatel in Banbury. Lusting after a Trek 6500 mtb
27th March 2011: Living in North Wales with Ree. Planning a wedding and a family. 3 Dogs. Working in Liverpool. Lusting after a santa cruz nomad
Thu, Jan. 6th, 2011, 09:05 am
‘Twas brillig, and the slithy toves,
did gyre and mimble in the wabe,
all mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious bandersnatch!
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxsome foe he sought-
So rested he by the tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with it’s head
He went galumphing back.
“And has though slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He Chortled in his joy.
‘Twas brillig, and the slithey toves,
did gyre and mimble in the wabe,
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
Thu, Dec. 16th, 2010, 11:14 am
Under the Laser
This morning my routine was the same as many other mornings:
My Alarm goes off at 0530. My first conscious act is to fumble with my left hand on the bedside table to find my glasses, so that I don't bump into any doors or walls on the way to the bathroom. I then get up, turn off the alarm, and start the day. This has been my routine for roughly 35years, since I was first diagnosed as shortsighed at age 5.
However, this afternoon I am undergoing laser vision correction, so with luck this will change.
Interestingly, when I first went to the clinic they quoted me nearly 5 grand for the treatment, which I decided wasn't worth it. But they kept calling, and I kept turning them down. The final 'limited time offer' that I paid was less than half that.
I'll let you know how it goes - the main thing I'm worried about is accidentally rubbing my eyes - i have a habit of doing this a lot as my eyelids get very itchy towards the end of the day - you're not supposed to do it for a month, i read somewhere. I might have to strap my arms to my sides.
A couple of months ago I took out a lease on an industrial unit here in my local town. This has two aims:
1: Convert some cars to run LPG, starting with an Audi A6 I bought specially for the purpose. If it makes a reasonable profit, I shall convert another...and see where it goes
2: Overhaul an engine with a view to replacing the current one in the disco. This is hopefully gonna end up with the following:
a: complete stripdown, acid dip, rebore/line cylinders, new main bearings, lightened and balanced crank
b: overhauled cylinder heads, a mild cam, tubular exhaust (keeping the cats)
c: Megasquirt conversion, distributor replaced with coil packs, and set up so i can run lpg/bioethanol/petrol using a single ecu.
d: uprated gearbox, transfer box and diffs.
e: snorkel, rocksliders and lights.
#1 is the priority, but at the moment I'm working on my day job, which is taking up a large proportion of my time, leaving me with not much to do anything else - i'm even struggling to run at the moment....
Sun, Nov. 28th, 2010, 01:45 pm
Introducing Celyn. Celyn is a 5 month old GSP, technically a rescue. Syd and max are generally happy with the new addition to the massif, although theres been the odd grumble from max, mostly objecting to being stood on.
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My life is likely to last 10 to 15 years. Any separation from you will be very painful.
Give me time to understand what you want of me.
Place your trust in me - it is crucial for my well-being.
Don't be angry with me for long and don't lock me up as punishment. You have your work, your friends, your entertainment. I have only you.
Talk to me. Even if I don't understand your words, I understand you voice when it's speaking to me.
Be aware that however you treat me, I'll never forget it.
Before you hit me, remember that I have teeth that could easily crush the bones in your hand, but I choose not to bite you.
Before you scold me for being lazy or uncooperative, ask yourself if something might be bothering me. Perhaps I'm not getting the right food, I've been out in the sun too long, or my heart may be getting old and weak.
Take care of me when I get old. You, too, will grow old.
Go with me on difficult journeys. Never say "I can't bear to watch it" or "Let it happen in my absence." Everything is easier for me if you are there.
Remember, I love you.
I'm writing this here so I have something to refer back to the next time it happens.
I've been doing a lot of weblogic installs lately, as part of setting up a set of oracle SOA systems - one for dev, one for test and one for life. On a couple of occasions, immediately after installing weblogic, I find I can no longer log into the vm as a non-root user.
Every time you login - either via ssh, su, or on the console, you see the following: /bin/bash: Permission denied.
This has happened to me twice now, the first time on a Ubuntu VM. Unfortunately ubuntu doesn't set the root password by default, so I was left in a position where I couldn't access the VM at all. This made diagnosing the issue a tad difficult - I got in by booting the VM into single user mode but with the limited view available I coudn't diagnose the problem and endede up trashing the VM and reverting to a snapshot.
Yesterday it happened again. This time on a Red Hat VM that did have a root password set, so I could do a little more poking around. The permissions on /bin/bash itself were fine, as were the permissions on all the libraries bash uses (as reported by running ldd /bin/bash). Much googling and scratching of heads ensued both to find the problem and try and ascertain the cause.
Eventually by about 8:30 last night I'd resorted to starting with a fresh VM and retracing the installation steps. I discovered that while the file permissions were correct, at some point the installer for Oracle (nee BEA) weblogic changes the permissions for /bin from -rwxr-xr-x to rwxr-x---. This means that anyone not the root user or in the root group can't access any of the files in /bin, and that as /bin contains all the shells (bash, csh, tcsh etc - sh is a symlink to bash), it makes it a tad difficult to login, as the user cant start a shell!
I've still no idea why weblogic does this - Possibly i made the mistake of running the install as root, and it needs to be another user, (for example soasuite install refuses to run as root).
Anyhoo, at least I know what to fix the next time it happens.
 Isn't virtualization brilliant! </fast_show> My office system is a 3.2Ghz quad-core phenomII with 8Gb memory and 2Tb of disk - it runs Ubuntu natively and I currently have 7 vm's available, 3 centos, one each of redhat, ubuntu, xp, and win 7. with it I can easily recreate any of the systems my clients have.
Thu, Sep. 2nd, 2010, 01:36 pm
FURRY'S RULES FOR SURVIVAL
from the book, FIREBREAK, by Richard Herman, Jr.
The collected sayings of (fictional) Major "Furry" Ambler, USAF, are not the product of his wit and experience, but the distilled wisdom of men who have fought in combat since time immemorial.
Without doubt, many of Major Furry's rules were in well-developed form when the Hittites first smote the ancient Egyptians.
It is important to remember that there is no priority to the importanceof these rules.
Whichever rule is applicable immediately becomes number one.
Richard Herman, Jr., wrote a series of books about 2 seat fighter airplanes. "Firebreak" was the third book in the series.
The person that sat in the rear seat of the 2 seat fighter operated the weapons systems.Major Furry Ambler was such a man. He was a bit older than the hot shot young pilots he flew with. Major Furry would come up with these one-liner "words of wisdom" to educate the young pilots.
Here are "Furry's Rules."
1. Always remember your jet was made by the lowest bidder.
2. Train like you plan to fight.
3. If you're up to your eyeballs in Gomers, you're in combat.
4. When in doubt, use industrial strength deterrence.
5. Never fly in the same cockpit with someone who is braver than you.
6. Priorities are man-made, not God-made.
7. A plan never survives the first thirty seconds of combat.
8. If it's stupid, but it works, it ain't stupid.
9. Only turn to blow the opposition away; otherwise, run away and fight another guy.
10. Always honor a threat.
11. Know the opposition.
12. Know when it's time to get out of Dodge.
13. Always know how to get out of Dodge.
14. The important things are always simple.
15. The simple things are always hard.