Posts for May 2004 (12 entries)

The PHP code behind my archive page

19th May 2004, mid-afternoon | Comments (28)

About four times a week I get an email from someone keen to know how I coded my blog archive page — the headings and nested lists approach seems to be a decent way of presenting the information, and people wonder how the page is constructed. I usually reply to these emails saying that it’s a bit too complicated to explain, but today I’m relenting…

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The curious case of the footloose footwear

16th May 2004, early evening | Comments (19)

When I was a child the newspapers were always filled with stories about excesses in EU agricultural production: Butter Mountains, Milk Lakes, and Grain Hills were a part of everyday news reports.

San Francisco, it seems, has a similar problem, but in this case it’s with shoes. They might not put it in their guidebooks, and you sure as hell won’t see Governor Schwarzenegger talk about it on TV, but take it from me, this town has more shoes that it knows what to do with…

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Dance like nobody’s watching

14th May 2004, late evening | Comments (27)

Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.

Trackback on business sites

13th May 2004, early evening | Comments (15)

Trackback is an interesting thing. Sometimes you get nice comments from it, and sometimes, as in this post from Mena at Six Apart, you get your arse handed to you in a sling…

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Glamour, 24/7

12th May 2004, the wee hours | Comments (25)

It’s midnight. I’m standing in the kitchen of my temporarily-rented apartment, clad in nothing but my underpants. I’m watching the Chicago DVD on my 17in Powerbook, and repeatedly lifting a kitchen chair above my head for exercise.

If you want, you can touch me; some of the glamour might rub off on you.

The making of a Hollywood car chase

10th May 2004, mid-afternoon | Comments (9)

Location: Film set, Los Angeles, early morning.
Scene: Directors pep-talk before the day’s shooting commences…

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The last three days

9th May 2004, evening time | Comments (15)

The last three days, in brief:

A friend’s landlord offered me free accommodation for as long as I needed it; the only catch being I’d have to share his bed for the duration of my stay. Thank you, but no.
I found an battered green metallic box on the sidewalk. It contained approximately 15 clips of long ammunition (about 300 rounds) and a gun cleaning kit. I turned it in to a near-by cafe and asked them to call the Police.
Nothing wierd has happened yet…

Two favourite posts

8th May 2004, mid-afternoon | Comments (27)

I would like to know:

  1. Your favourite blog post that you’ve written.
  2. Your favourite blog post that someone else has written.

The posts can be funny or serious, long or short, technical or prose; just as long as they’re your favourites. If you like, take some time to explain why you chose what you did.


8th May 2004, mid-afternoon | Comments (29)

You may or may not know that I have no sense of smell. None at all. Because of that I also have a very limited sense of taste; the two being closely tied together. These litle quirks have been coming up a lot recently, what with meeting new people and all, and a common question I’ve been asked is, are any of my other sense heightened to compensate for this lack of olfactory prowess? Am I perhaps blessed with canine-like hearing? Thundercat-like sight-beyond-sight? Or, you know, like, really sensitive fingers?…

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A shared language

6th May 2004, mid-morning | Comments (34)

Here’s a funny thing. You know how Americans and Brits have common words that mean different things in each language? Like ‘fanny’ or ‘bum’? Well it turns out that ‘hello’ is another one.

It’s true, I swear…

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6th May 2004, mid-morning | Comments (14)

You know that SMS-messaging has taken over the world when you walk into a public toilet and two of the three guys using the urinal are sending text messages while peeing. Women take note: men can multi-task when it suits them.

Being single

2nd May 2004, the wee hours | Comments (51)

So, what’s it like, moving to new city, to a new country? Being single. Being, frankly, awful at getting a girlfriend. But being fabulous at being a girl’s best friend?

What’s it like?

Well, I’ll tell you…

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