Some days you just gotta accept it
Or: Admitting that Robbie Williams might not be a half-arsed, talent-deficient, waste-of-space, womanising bum is hard to do.
Or: Admitting that Robbie Williams might not be a half-arsed, talent-deficient, waste-of-space, womanising bum is hard to do.
Jeffrey Veen asks: ‘What’s in your folder of shame?’
Childish game to ease the coursework anxiety
Help me out with the final year project by taking a survey.
By default, Windows dumps your documents and settings on the C-drive, puts Pictures and Music as subdirectories of Documents and insists on prefixing everything with the word ‘My’. Here’s how to fix it.
I’d never eaten peanut butter outside of a Satay sauce before, but Jon Hicks mentioned something in his mcville interview that made me outrageously hungry:
A full write-up is coming next week, but here’s a handy placeholder for anyone I met (or not) that would like to leave a message.
Seeing as I’m leaving for this in all of 25 minutes, I don’t expect much to come of it, but if you’re in Manchester and fancy some rock, it’s No Way Back #3 at the Night & Day on Oldham Street.
Here I am writing up my final report and Word is doing everything in its power to frustrate me. One of the most irritating of its ‘features’ is related to hung quotes (the use of which Stevie’s typography quest got me into and and I now respond to indented quotes in my documents with faux choking).
I can’t quite decide if SuprGlu is really useful or not, but it pulls a rather neat trick of munging every piece of Ben Ward related data on the Interweb into a single page.
Jo reminded me on the phone that this site is currently messy in Microsoft’s favourite son. Since this design is going to stick around rather longer than I once planned, consider this a commitment to hack it into shape in a few weeks time.
An exercise in internet stalking and comment tracking.