Falldog

I may update this properly soon.

Olympiad invitations here: http://www.falldog.com/olympiad/invitation.pdf

Oh, there’s simply loads to tell you. And I will soon, promise.

But MOST IMPORTANT THING: I think I’ve cracked the comment spam, with a new thing that will ask you to solve a simple maths problem (like “What’s 10 + 9?” – that simple) before it will let you post a comment.

Hopefully, that will fend off the nasty bots.

Spring has sprung! With thanks to Dulwich Woods and my Lensbaby…

I’m afraid it’s all gone a bit mental: the blog has received over 700 spam comments in about a fortnight. I just don’t have time to deal with that kind of crap, so if you’d like to comment on this blog, I’m afraid you’ll have to register. Sorry for the inconvenience, but it’s all quite straightforward – just click on a comments link at the foot of an entry and follow the links to register from there. You’ll have to provide a working email to register, but I promise it won’t result in me just forwarding all my spam to you instead.

(Of course, I bet spambots are clevererer than I give them credit for, but this should at least stop them for a while.)

I have just stapled two pieces of paper together. Firstly, because they are at least tangentially related and it might be useful to find one when I need the other. Secondly, and more importantly, because I had nothing better – in fact, nothing else – to do and I had to fill my time with something.

Today is clearly ‘one of those days’, but I shall try to struggle through. As it’s Friday, and if you’ve time while you’re passing, what do you think I should do with my time? No constructive suggestions, please.

a day late!

Sorry I’ve been so quiet, but Christmas got in the way – you know how it does. Also, have been suffering from the King of Colds since Boxing Day, today being the first day when I feel completely well again. So, hooray to that. No real news or anything to say, though, but I’m sure something will occur before too long.

Hoom.

EDIT: “Completely well again” was wrong. The pain is back, such that I want to rip out my sinuses and throw them out the window. Grr.

It feels like I haven’t been near the internet properly for weeks, and tomorrow I’m off to a job in an office where I will be expected to get on with stuff. That said, it’s neither a taxing nor demanding job, and one where they know what I’m like – ie, I will be on the internet for the whole day, and still get every last scrap of work done and then some. However, there is a lot of internet I’ve been neglecting, so the catching up begins tomorrow morning.

Now: sleep.

What the fuck is wrong with you?! As if what you did to poor Pluto wasn’t bad enough, you do this to history’s favourite lesbians. Am FURIOUS.

For the last 15 minutes, I’ve just watched a lesbian give three people a grilling about a door which had been left open. I love this show.

(I am working, I’m just watching some telly while I do it.)

As a freelancer, you have to do what you’re told, so when they tell you to chance the caption on the Steve Irwin picture, you do. But Energy: Steve Irwin just doesn’t have the same piercing incisiveness of my original.

Anyway, forget my naughty captions – someone should have a word with whoever chose the pictures for the piece. The main shot is of Steve holding both his arms out, some distance apart, with flat palms facing each other across his torso. The kind of pose, say, an angler might use to demonstrate, “You should have seen it – it was this big!”

I’m sure it was, Steve.

There’s talk from his fellow documentary makers that the actual footage of Steve being stabbed by the stingray and subsequently dying might make it to the airwaves somewhere. Probably in his home country of Australia. My first thought was “But that would be madness!” – but no more mad, I suppose, than offering him a state funeral.

I mean, really, you can’t make this any funnier but, by God, the Aussies are trying.