June 30, 2005

Uh-oh

Someone at work, whom I once considered a friend, sent me a link to a New Scientist article today, in what I can only describe as an act of malice most vicious. Oh, they phrased it so that it appeared that they were only informing me for my own good, but their poisonous intent is unmistakable. You'll understand when you see the article in question. Be careful, though, it's not a tale for the faint hearted.

I feel rather like a canary drafted into unwilling service down a mine now. If perchance you note my unexplained absence any time soon, think twice before you add that dash of cream to your coffee, or splash of milk to your cornflakes...

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June 29, 2005

When mad gods and Scotsmen stay out in the midday sun

Edinburgh, much as I love the place, is not a city of the light - this much I observered today whilst wandering around the city as the sun beat down upon it. It's a truth I'm far from the first to acknowledge. Search amongst the many quotes inscribed on the walls of the Scottish Parliament and you'll find these words taken from a poem by Hugh MacDiarmid (here's the full list of quotations):

But Edinburgh is a mad god's dream
Fitful and dark
It's an rather beautiful way of stating it. Even as it's inhabitants sun themselves to reach that peculiarly Scottish shade of lobster red the city itself sits uncomfortably in the background. Unable to shield itself from the strong summer light, Edinburgh can do no more that bide it's time. The wynds and closes in the old town in particular conjour romantic memories of pea soup fogs, and rain clattering off the the cobblestones. Look closely and you'll observe the peevish expression the city wears in the midsummer months . Listen carefully and you'll hear it's contented sigh as evening falls, or when the solstice passes and the days being to shorten once more.

Still it's people seem happy enough for the moment, making the best of this pleasant respite from the otherwise grim excuse for a summer with which we've been presented. It shan't be long until winter falls, after all, and the city once more belongs to the dark and fitful dreams of the mad gods.

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June 28, 2005

Speaking of shiny things

I threw together another new stylesheet this afternoon. It's called "Bold" and as ever you can select it from the handy dandy drop down at the side. It's fairly plain, but still servicable. At some point I'm going to have a good play with doing something more elaborate than I have so far (visually elaborate at least - I've mostly been playing with what's technically possible so far. That much I'm reasonably happy with), but that can wait for another day. Enjoy (or criticise) in the meantime.

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Swings and roundabouts

It's set to be a productive week on the flat front: the fireplace was delivered yesterday and is due for installation tomorrow; the last bit of joinery work was scheduled for today, as was the delivery of my ever so lovely glass desk, and I'd arranged for someone to come around to cut a template for the granite countertop in the kitchen. And yesteray I had a rather pleasant surprise: it turns out that I'd already been quoted for the fireplace installation, and it was included in the figure I'd already paid the heating engineer when he installed the boiler. I hadn't realised this, and I'd budgeted for installation seperately. Considering that the last few months have been marked by a dizzying series of upward revisions to my budget, this was a most pleasant change of events. The sun was shining outside, birds were singing, and I had some spare money. It was going to be a good day.

Let's take the delivery of the desk first. The gods of delivery men must have taken pity on me after my recent rant, as the truck containing the desk turned up exactly when I was told it would. I'd actually ordered a desk and a coffee table in the same style, but it was the desk I was most excited about. My coffee table was swiftly unloaded from the truck, and I gave it a quick examination to ensure it was still in one piece (bearing in mind my fortunes recently, I'd mentally prepared for the worst). And it was!. "Great, now where's my desk?" I asked the delivery man, looking for, and unable to see, a desk shaped cardboard box in the rather capacious lorry. "Well, " he replied, "you see that big crate in over there?" He pointed, at the enormous crate in the middle of the truck which was obviously obstructing my view of my shiny new desk. I nodded in response, whilst peering around the crate in a effort to glimpse my desk.

"It's in there," he said.
"In the truck?" I replied hopefully.
"In the crate."
"Of course it is," I answered.
"Where should we put it?"
I pointed where it should go.
"It's not going to fit down there."
"I know."

In the end, all they could do was leave it atop the stairs leading down to my flat. I sat next to my crate and looked rather dejected. I could feel my luck draining away.

But then, as if by magic, the joiner appeared! The gods of good time were also favouring me it seemed. He was able to lend me a claw hammer to pick apart the crate, which was rather a heart-in-mouth experience. If ever you happen to find yourself with an object consisting entirely of a 2 square meters of solid glass encased in a wooden crate and in need of assistance unpacking, please don't call me. There are many people in this world who thrive when tools like hammers and saws and screwdrivers are thrust upon them. I am not one of those people. I set about my task of delivering my desk from the crate with the utmost of care and with my heart firmly lodged in my mouth. It wasn't a fun task. The awareness that a single wrong movement could convert my desk into a shower of fragments hung heavy on my mind. But I managed it without incident. I stood before my desk and a shaft of sunlight pierced the clouds bathing myself and desk in a pool of light, the strains of a heavenly chorus wafting through the air. Everything was going to be all right, I could tell. The joiner even offered to remove a door to further ease getting it into the flat as well as giving me a hand to shift it down the stairs. His presence there was a most fortuitous coindence since I would have been in serious trouble otherwise. With his aid the desk was installed into the flat. Intact!

And then the workmen arrived to cut the template for the countertop. It was starting to get a little crowded in my flat, but the flurry of activity was more than welcome. "You should have been here a couple of weeks ago, " the joiner remarked, "you couldn't move in here." "I know exactly what that's like," I answered, "I've been trying to move in here for the past six months..."

It was a good day. Progress has been made, both visible and unseen - the worktop should be installed in a few weeks, I've got a tiler arranged. The last bit of plastering is due on Thursday. The wheels of progress are turning!

I sat out in the sun for a little pondering how I might spend the money I saved on the fireplace. It's wasn't a vast sum of money - only about £380, but it was pleasant to have. The only purchases of note I've made over the last six months have been flat purchases. I've bought some extravagant items to be sure, but all with a specific goal in mind - nothing frivolous. No treats. And here I was with this small pile of money, with most everything already budgeted for, and I could spend it on whatever I wanted. A DVD player, perhaps. Or a Mac Mini. Or perhaps I could put it towards a new laptop. I revelled in the possibilities and continued to revel even as the phone rang.

It was the about the granite countertop. They'd received the template and everything was still on schedule. I heaved a sigh of relief inside. Thank goodness. However, the template was slightly more complex than they'd originally costed for. I'd been amused at the time, whilst watching the guys at work, by the suprising absence of right angles and straight lines in my kitchen. They all look straight and right angled at first glance, but they're not quite. "I'm afraid it will cost a little more as a result," the voice on the phone told me. Of course it would. "About £380 more?", I hazarded. "How did you know?" she replied.

"Just a feeling I had."

But you know what, despite that, it was still a good day.

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June 27, 2005

But you would say that

Just a brief note to say that comments on my blog are enabled once more. So feel free to chip in anytime you want.

Anytime.

Anyone?

And no, this isn't a desperate ploy on my part to see if anyone's still reading this after my near six month posting dry spell. Well, ok, it is, but don't tell anyone. I don't wish to seem that desperate after all...

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Silence falls across the 100 Acre wood



And piglet too :(


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oo-EE-oo

I'll admit it, I was trying to hunt down a version of the theme tune from the latest Doctor Who series. My geek side demands such sacrifices at every turn of the full moon.

I didn't find it (although I did stumble across a rather enjoyable mix of all the different themes over the years at a site dedicated to Doctor Who theme remixes), but perhaps even more fun I came across, courtesy of our very own BBC, a Doctor Who theme tune synthesizer. It's really quite a testament to the the iconic status of the original theme that it doesn't require much in the way of imagination to guess what will happen when you wave the mouse over a button marked "diddly dum", "oo-ee-oo" , or, my favourite, "wee wah woo" (although I dare anyone to infer anything from "scottish hamster" ).

Anyway, it's fun - go play.

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June 26, 2005

Obits

I don't often post obituary notices here, but I hope you'll allow me an exception today. It seems we've lost two institutions Richard Whitely and Paul Winchell.

I doubt Richard Whitely is name familiar to many beyond these shores. He's best known as the affable host of Countdown, a charming and decidedly British game show which had little point other than to entertain. He'll long be remembered for garish attire, groanworthy puns and genial disposition. He presented the show for what seems like forever and weekday afternoons shall not be same without him.

I don't think I've ever laid eyes on Paul Winchell, but his voice will be remembered for generations to come - as Dick Dastardly, as Gargamel, nemesis of the Smurfs and, most unforgettably of all, as the irrepressible Tigger. TTFN Mr Winchell.

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And in other news...

From today's Observer:

Hospital nurses take far more days off sick than other public sector workers, leaving wards across Britain seriously understaffed.
Quite a remarkable revelation isn't it, that those who work with sick people are more likely to be sick. Almost enough to make you wonder if there's a connection...

Curse my cynicism.

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June 25, 2005

Deliver me

It's true what they say about moving being an incredibly stressful experience. This may strike you as a slightly odd observation from someone who has spent the last six months turning not moving in into a higher art form, but I'm talking of moving in the broader logistical sense and there have been plenty of items to move along the way. I long ago lost track of the number of boxes I've had delivered to my flat. I should probably have kept some sort of track but I'm certain it would only have depressed. And for virtually every delivery there's been some sort of problem along the way.

But before go into that I want to rant about delivery companies. Nay, I demand my right to rant in fact! Surely there to be some alternative to providing your customers with 12 hour delivery windows for goods (yes, I'm looking at you MFI)? Is a two hour window too much to ask for? I realise that trying to offer such a service would be logistical nightmare, but there must surely be a demand. From me if no-one else. If anyone in charge of such things is reading I promise you it's in your best interests to offer such service. The swell of goodwill such a move would generate would guarantee the eternal loyalty of your customers and your profits will soar as people order goods they don't even need purely for the pleasure of watching them turn up on time. Honest.

Anyway, here's my top list of things that have gone wrong:


  • My fridge was delivered to the wrong address - my mum's house where I'm currently staying rather than my flat.
  • My kitchen sink wasn't delivered at all. It turned out that the company I'd ordered it from didn't have any stock of the sink, wouldn't be getting any more in and somehow neglected to inform me of this as I was sitting around waiting for it to arrive
  • My washing machine was damaged in transit and had to be replaced. It's replacement arrived a day late.
  • I was told my flooring would arrive at 7am one morning. I duly spent the night in my flat on a bitterly cold night without any central heating so that I could be there on time. The delivery man finally turned up at 11. Oh, that might not sound so bad, but then I should probably mention that that was 11pm. On the following day!
  • On the day my kitchen was due to be delivered I called up to ensure it was on schedule. "Oh yes," I was told, "everything's on time. You can expect your cupboard in a couple of hours." "Um, cupboard?" I responded, "What about the rest of my kitchen." I knew then and there it was going to be another one of those days
  • My oven was delivered to the wrong address. This was the most fun to sort by far. After waiting a hour or two longer than I was supposed to for my oven to turn up, I finally called the delivery company and asked what had happened. I was immediately passed over their Scottish branch who kindly informed me that they had no idea what I was talking about. They'd never heard of me, had no record of my address and ever so politely suggested that there was an error on my part and that I stop wasting their time. I called the company from whence I'd ordered the oven, and they intervened with the delivery company and called me back to politely inform me that the oven had been delivered and that I should be very happy with it. Naturally, being rather ovenless at that particular point in time I had a few choice words to say about that. I asked them to what address they'd actually sent the oven. It turned out to be an address in Derbyshire. Derbyshire! I called the delivery company up to try to explain what had happened. Unfortunately in the world these people seem to inhabit nothing ever goes wrong and since nothing ever goes wrong there's obviously no need to ever correct anything. No, it doesn't seem likely to me either, but it's the only thing I can think of to explain their behaviour. The asked me what address the oven was supposed to have been delivered to. I made the obvious mistake of telling them. For my honesty I was rewarded with the following dreaded words: "Ah, I'll just transfer you to our Scottish Branch." "Nooooo!!!!" I cried too late, as I was greeted with a horribly familiar Scottish lilt who subsequently told me they'd never heard of me.... and it actually managed to get worse from there. The various people I spoke to told me that company would only change the delivery address if I could send written confirmation including the original address. "But it's the wrong address and I don't have it!" What's more I spoke to someone who claimed they weren't allowed to give out that information. Joseph Heller would have been proud. I managed to get it sorted out after spending more than three hours on the phone that morning, but I swear that I now have mortal fear of ever being transferred to a Scottish Branch again.
  • Two different delivery men on two different occasions told me that my flat was haunted and that they wouldn't live in it if they were paid to. I tried to explain that by this point I was the only entity haunting it, but they ran away before I could finish
  • Regardless of what instructions I gave the delivery men, every single one of them complained that that they'd been unable to find my flat. Aside from the fact that it was rather a nuisance I was secretly pleased. I like the idea that I live in place that no-one can find.

All I can say is this: There has to be a better way, surely?

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June 24, 2005

That's where he got those wonderful toys

So, Batman Begins.

Really rather good, wasn't it? Spoilers for the film below.

The echoing of my Doctor Who review is entirely deliberate. In many ways both franchises had ended up in similar position: a much loved character sent spiraling into cinematic oblivion by a corporate management that just didn't understand what it had or what to do with it. And so it was set aside, left to molder in the darkness. And then from that black hole, a glimmer of hope - a creative team with an exemplary track record who actually seemed to understand the character and who professed their determination to rescue him from the garish excesses that brought about his downfall and construct a new darker, more adult template for the future. It's wasn't quite enough to dispel all doubts however - the casting still niggled a little, for example, a leading man who might well be a good actor, but who some how didn't fit the mould I was expecting, as well as some other casting that sounded decidedly suspicious (Billie Piper in the case of Dr Who and Dawsons Creek alumni Katie Holmes for Batman). Still there was enough of a positive vibe to ensure my bum on the seat when the premier came around, even if I wasn't wholly convinced at the outset.

Not too dissimilar a situation is it? The big question in the case of Batman was whether Christopher's Nolan and Bale would be able to pull off as much of a coup as Davies and Eccleston managed with the Doctor. Well, if the box office is any judge they exceeded all expectations, and having watched the film I'm not about to disagree.

I should add some background. I thought Tim Burton's vision of Batman, coupled with Danny Elfman's swooping scope was wonderful, a fantastic film, dark and twisted, incredibly cinematic and thoroughly enjoyable. There was only one problem with it - it wasn't "Batman" quite so much as "Tim Burton's Batman". A new interpretation of the character, as valid as any other (of which there have been many over the last 70 years) to be sure, but it didn't capture the spirit or tone of the comic - of any of the comics. Neither did Burtons sequel which carried on in the same vein as the first. The was a possibility that after Burton's departure the series would head back closer to it's roots, but instead new director Joel Schumacher disastrously chose to ape the kappow, bam, campy outlandishness of the 60's series. By the time Sam Raimi managed to writ his largely faithful interpretation of Stan Lee and Steve Ditko's Spider-man large on the screen, Batman was all but a lost cause.

Nolan's success is that he's taken the character back to his roots, ruthlessly wielding his shears, paring away at the detritus accumulated by series, and then starting again from scratch. I doubt it's coincidence that Ra's Al Ghul was the villain of choice for this film. By the mid seventies, the Batman comics had yet to recover from the consequence of the tv series. The stories remained colourful and camp, far from the bleak origins of the character. Denny O'Neil was the first writer to attempt to restore Batman's dignity. Robin was jettisoned from the pages of the comics, Bruce Wayne was shifted out of Wayne Manor and into a city apartment, and a new foe for the Batman was introduced, R'as Al Ghul, the Demons Head. The tone of the series darkened, and the character finally became the Dark Knight of his nickname.

Thirty years later and Nolan's performed much the same job, and done so superbly. Here at last is the faithful depiction, not only of the Batman but also of Bruce Wayne, we've been waiting for. One of the things to be admired in the script is it's carefully cherry picking of the continuity that preceded it. It acknowledges much of what's come before, but isn't shacked by it, and isn't afraid to tie it all together with some new strands of plot. The Bat armour hints at the previous films (less the Bat-nipples from the Schumacher era thankfully), the origin is still that from the comic (with some minor tweaks - an Opera taking the place of a showing of Zorro for example). The Batmobile suggests the Bat-tank from the from Frank Miller's Dark Knight returns. And there's more than a whiff of Millers Batman:Year One about it (no bad thing, make no mistake). But there's more to the film that mere pillaging of what's come before it. Even in the comics it's rare to see such a character study performed on Bruce Wayne as we've been shown here, and it's hard not to appreciate the layers and textures added to the character. Although it's Batman's name on the movie posters, what's been presented to us is the story of Bruce Wayne - his growth and evolution. It's testament to the film's success that even though it's some time into the film before we finally get to see Batman in full costume, the script never feels like it's treading water until that point.

The script made some curious choices to my mind. Showing us the final fate of Joe Chill, the murderer of the Wayne's for example. In the comics, by editorial edict, the murderer is a nameless, faceless character, who escaped that fateful night and returned only to haunt the dreams of the young master Wayne (although this is a status quo that's changed in the past). The implication of this is that every night Batman hunts on the streets of Gotham, he's not merely bringing but is making another doomed attempt to seek his parents killer. With the murderer caught the change in motivation is a subtle, but it works well in the context of the film and adds an interesting new facet to the character, giving us a Batman who's about much more than vengeance alone.

The was also the issue of the love interest. I remain baffled that the producers of Batman films seem unable to conceive of the character without some form of romance. It's true there are dalliances with such in the comics, but these are rarely given the prominence we've seen in the films Happily, it works here, largely because it's relatively underplayed - Katie Holmes successfully plays off Bale, and her evident disappointment in him, when he affects his billionaire playboy image (another welcome addition) makes it clear that his mission comes at a great personal cost. All the cast are uniformly excellent in fact and each manage to bring something to their roles without overshadowing the film (as Jack Nicolson's Joker arguably did). Bale captures Bruce Wayne's determination and drive. Michael Caine and Morgan Freeman both add a subtle humour not out of keeping with the films dark tone, Rutger Hauer is suitable slimy as the interim head of Wayne Enterprises, Cillian Murphy is hypnotic as the Jonathan Crane/The Scarecrow (I hope gets a big break soon as a result of his performance here) and Liam Neeson is aptly enigmatic as Ducard. And special praise for not only bringing back Jim Gordon - perfectly realised by Gary Oldman - but for getting his character absolutely spot on.

And it's all wonderfully, wonderfully dark. Both in terms of the films appearance (finally we see Gotham realised as a real city, rather than a gothic fantasy) and in the tone of the film. One of the biggest problems with Batman springs from the fact that the character is a licensing icon, and previous regimes at Warner Brothers have put considerations of how many action figures and happy meals they can sell before any sort of artistic integrity. There's none of that here. Nolan's been given free reign and the result is most deserving of it's 12A certificate. It's not a film meant for a younger audience, action figures be damned, and the thrills and scares we get as a result are all the more gratifying. One of my brothers complained that he didn't feel the fight scenes were up to much, but I think he was missing the point a little. What fighting there is, particularly when up against the nameless thugs who seem to populate the streets of Gotham, is swift, brutal and effective - exactly the sort of hallmark efficiency you'd expect.

The film succeeds on virtually every level for me, and I found it hard not to grin very widely indeed when the film offered a big hint as to what we can expect from Nolan and Bale et all further down the line. I believe that Nolan is planning a trilogy and if he can equal or surpass what he's wrought here I'm sure Batman's glory days are only just beginning.

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June 23, 2005

Woo Who

So, Dr Who.

Really rather good wasn't it? Minor spoilers for the new series below...

I still remember my reaction when the new series was announced - a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The excitement was natural enough - I grew up on Dr Who after all, starting from Tom Baker and then only rarely missing an episode. I adored the series, the concept and even the execution (I was a terribly undemanding critic in my salad days). The trepidation is natural enough as well I suppose - looking back at some of the stories near its previous end it's easy to see why many thought the Doctor was past his prime when he was taken off the air. Sylvester McCoy did an admirable turn as the Doctor, but he wasn't well served by the scripts or the BBC's production values at the time. Would things be different now? Did the will exist to produce not just a new Doctor Who series, but a Doctor who fit for a new audience after such a long absence? I had my doubts, but at the same time, perhaps after 16 years he was overdue back on our screens.

I didn't find the early signs terribly encouraging, however. Although I thought Christopher Eccleston was a fine actor (if you haven't seen the Russel T. Davies scripted "The Second Coming" I highly recommend it - it was a great showing by Eccleston and a remarkably brave commission from a mainstream channel), he was far from my idea of the Doctor. I felt it even more so when I saw the first publicity shots. But where's the flair? The eccentricity? The absurdly long scarf? The ever lasting stick of celery? The trademark question marks? All gone, leaving us with what? A rather ordinary looking man such as you might pass in the street anywhere. An impostor surely!

Still, as is fairly obvious by now, I was wrong - probably about as wrong as it's possible to be. The new series has shown itself to have many strengths, but chief amongst these has been Eccleston's performance. It's true that many of the Doctor's familiar characteristics were present and correct - his vast intelligence, whimsical sense of humour, and dedication to righting the universes wrongs, but Eccleston also brought a new edge to the Doctor. It was revealed in the first episode that the Doctor had only just survived a massive war. It was an intriguing plot thread, the ramifications of which were quickly made clear. We soon learned just what the scope of that war was - Gallifrey was destroyed and for the first time the Doctor was truly without a home, truly alone. It's a tricky thing do deal with - your view may be contrary, but I've never viewed the Doctor as an overly emotional character - passionate yes, but not given to melancholy, or self-loathing. To his credit (and that of the writers) Eccleston imbued his Doctor with the perfect amount of pathos, depicting the Doctor with a new humanity, as a man scarred by his actions and their terrible, terrible consequences. All of a sudden, his need for companionship was made clear. Whereas in times past the Doctor seemed to end up with his assistants with little in the way of rhyme, reason or explanation, here were present with the simplest and most understandable - and human - of reasons: He was lonely.

And kudos to the writers too - Billie Piper's Rose was no mere assistant as in times past, but an integral character to the series. She wasn't to be taken for granted and she often gave the Doctor a run for his money. Her sparring with Eccleston was always fun to watch, and their relationship seemed far deeper and far more believable than those from series prior. Her trust in him wasn't blind either and the writers weren't afraid to put it to the test. The result was a relationship more believable and more touching than almost anything I believe we've seen before. It'll be fascinating to see how their relationship evolves. Oh, and I haven't even mentioned the delightfully liberated Captain Jack Harkness. Suffice it to say I I hope we see his like again in series to come.

The scripts and scripting were also extremely strong for the most part - Both Eccleston and Piper managed to convey comedy extremely well ("Hello Rose, I'm the Doctor - now run for your life!", "Lots of planets have a north"), but sometimes it felt like the writers were trying a little too hard to make things funny - the farting Slytheen for example. It's not a huge complaint, though, and much of the humour was indeed welcome, and sometimes necessary to counteract one of the series other great successes: It was scary! Over time the notion of Dr Who sending a generation of children to hide behind sofas has become something of a joke - we look back on the Dr Who of old, with it's dodgy special effects and cardboard monsters, and laugh rather than quiver with fear. There was no way a child of today, immunised against fear by the omnipresent 24 hour internet led media saturation, would ever have their spine tingled by something as archaic as Dr Who. Or was there? Oh yes there was. Several episodes (I'll single out "The Unquiet Dead", "The Empty Child" and "The Doctor Dances") managed to be far darker and altogether more disturbing than anything I ever expected to see on BBC1 early on a Saturday evening. Monstrous ghosts and zombie children are certain to have haunted the imaginations and dreams of a new generation of children over the last few months. My 12 year old nephew testified to being alternatively delighted and unnerved by the new series and I don't think we should underestimate what an incredible achievement that is.

I think perhaps my biggest frustration with the new series has little to do with writing or acting but rather with the American styles teasers for the following weeks episode at the end. In several cases, particularly where the Daleks were concerned, what should have been a tremendous surprise, turned out to be something of a damp squib instead, since we found ourselves sitting around waiting for something to happen, rather than being surprised when it actually did. As someone who cherishes surprises I may have an especially strong opinion on this. Still, I can understand the reasons for it - the Daleks are a big draw and the new series needed viewers to succeed - publicising the return of the Daleks to our screen is a necessary evil. And since we've been rewarded with not only a second series, but a third, I can't complain too much - I'll just be certain to reach for the off switch a little earlier when the Doctor returns once more. Fortunately they left us with one fantastic surprise at the very end, and I'm grateful that wasn't spoiled for me.

And as for the future, I'll confess a profound disappointment that Eccleston chose not to return. His was a remarkable performance, and I quite honestly believe that a large part of the new series success rests firmly on his shoulders. That said, I do have high hopes for David Tennant. If you haven't seen Casanova (another Davies scripted miniseries - the man is annoyingly prolific) I'll personally buy you a copy - just give the word. I'm serious - it's a wonderful bit of television and deserves as wide as audience as possible. Tennant certainly has a wide range as an actor, and once I would have considered him ideal Doctor material, but I'm not certain he'll be able to bring the same intensity to the role as did Eccleston. But of course, I doubt he'll try to ape Eccleston in any case, which leaves me curious to see where he will take his Doctor. Needless to say I'll be there.

In the end there's a simple way to sum my views on the new series. As the new Doctor put it himself rather perfectly:

And before I go I just want to tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic.

And you know what? So was I.

And you know what? So he was.

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June 22, 2005

And I'm back...

A quick update on the flat and my life: I'm still at home, the flat continues to be a work in progress, things are no longer as fiscally dire as my last post implied (I discovered some hitherto untapped resources I posessed were more substantial than I'd previously realised), and, as of tonight, I have access to broadband at home, meaning that I can once more resume my rigourous posting shedule (you know, the one I abandoned almost exactly 6 months ago).

I'll flesh out some more details on all the above in time. I'm in no hurry for the moment, especially because although there's a lot I can discuss, it's all so very "me" oriented, and whilst I'm very fond of myself, I've a feeling that I've become if anything even more insular since I've returned home - a consequence of working alone, not living in my flat, and having little face to face contact with anyone outside of my immediate family. And then there's my family. Remind me to tell you how I came to be on the verge of becoming a property owner in Bulgaria sometime - it's only because it seemed easier than the alternative of not becoming a property owner in Bulgaria. If you knew my mother you'd understand.

So yes, topics of conversation that don't involve me are the order of the day. Which leaves... hmm... well there's always.... no, wait that won't do.... how about... no, not that either...

Oh, come back tomorrow - at least that gives me 24 hours to think of something of interest.

Toodles!

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June 18, 2005

Bad week

Well my week has sucked how about yours?

It seemed a fairly innocuous start. I met up with a the plumber at the flat on Monday to see how things were progressing. And progressing they were. Kitchen units have been fitted, the flooring is down, plastering work had been finished. The end, I dared to think, was in sight at last. The electrician was also present, to do some wiring work to connect my various kitchen appliances. And it's here that I had the first inkling that things weren't going continue as smoothly as I'd have liked. I won't retell the entire conversation the the electrician, but suffice it to say that the words "death trap" came up more often than I'd have liked. When asked if I wanted all things electrical rectified, I blithely nodded, being somewhat too shell shocked to come up with a more intelligent response.

It was the following day that the bad news really began to sink in. I received a call from the electrician. Apparently the work involved was going to require £800 of parts (the bulk of the cost due to a pesky fuseboard), and £1200 in total. I think I actually laughed out loud at that point.

It wasn't the sound of happy laughter.

But of course it gets better. The story at least - it's something of a truism that the worse the event, the better the story that can be spun out of it. It turned out, in a phone call the following day, that I'd misunderstood the electrician. The £1200 was not the total cost of the operation, but was for the labour alone. The whole cost was in fact £2000.

Needless to say this I didn't receive this news well.

In the midst of this particular trauma I ventured down to London for a couple of days, for my monthly catch up with work, during which I generally remind people that I still exist. My manager is currently under a lot of pressure to deliver results and he's been throwing more and more work my way, regardless of the fact that I have a large project underway whose deadline isn't budging despite the extra attention I have to devote to whatever whim has striken his fancy on any given day. It was a mildly depressing experience.

Then I returned home to discover that my Mum took it upon herself to throw out half of my clothing. Admittedly it was clothing I didn't wear very often, that was tucked away in a box, (because I didn't anywhere to put it once unpacked) but that's largely because I kept it for special occasions, nice shirt and trousers and that sort of things. I still don't know why she did it, and frustratingly she hasn't been able to explain it either. I trawled around the charity shop where it had been deposited, but found no trace of it.

Then I visited my flat today and found out that the ceiling above the kitchen had collapsed, leaving a mound of rubble strewn across my nice new kitchen and floor, an thick layer of choking dust on every conceivable surface, and a disconcertingly large hole where a ceiling ought to be. But at least in this case I had a silver lining to fall back on, at least in this instance my insurance would cover the damage...

...if I had any insurance. Looking into how I'd go about making a claim I found that my insurance company (recommended to me by a mortgage advisor - let that be a lesson) went into liquidation about 18 months ago without my noticing.

I believe the appropriate expression, if you'll allow me a minor profanity, is "bugger"

And the week's not quite over yet, a thought which brings me absolutely no comfort at all.

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June 06, 2005

Geek out

Well, Apple's WWDC is almost upon us. It's primary a software developers conference and shouldn't be of much interest to the wider world at large, but that hasn't stopped Apple using it as a launchpad for significant new hardware in times past - the first G5 Mac, for example, was launched to much acclaim two years ago (along with a claim that the processor would hit 3Ghz within a year, but the less said about that the better). There wasn't much expectation for new hardware this year, however, with the majority of the Mac line having undergone refreshes in the last six months (save for the much neglected iBooks - hardly the most exciting part of Apple's product line in any case). So aside from the prospect of Steve Jobs waxing lyrical about the virtues of Tiger, there was little expectation of news of any real newsworthiness this time around.

Well, there was a rumour a little while ago, about Apple having talks with Intel. Naturally this was used as an excuse to dredge up all those old rumours about Apple abandoning the PowerPC platform to jump aboard the x86 platform instead. It wasn't the first time the rumour surfaced, and I'm tempted to write it won't be the last... except that this time around our familiar rumour appears to be slowly bridging the gape towards factualness. Two respectable news sources (CNet and the Wall Street Journal) have already reported it as fact. It may not seem like much, but both are trusted sources which are hardly given to bandying unproven rumours around as facts.

So could it be true? I'll admit that even now I view such an event as unlikely, though not impossible. What's the evidence for such a move? Well, there's no real evidence as such, but there's definitely some motivation:

Apple have been seriously constrained by IBM's lack of progress with the G5 chip for the last two years. There have been embarassing supply problems, which delayed the launched of the current iMac, the failure of the processor to reach the speed Steve Jobs himself once claimed it would, and there hasn't been enough progress made to reduce the power requirements of the G5. Put simply, the G5 is a based on a server class chip, with server class power requirements. Apple have stated time and time again that fitting a G5 chip into it's svelt Powerbook chassis represents a considerable engineering feat. At present, it's not in IBM's interests to devote engineering resources into creating a less power hungry chip when it's sole market for such a beast is Apple. It's somewhat telling that a heavily customised variations of the PowerPC chip will be present in all three consoles due from Microsoft, Sony and Nintendo over the coming 18 months, with unit sales likely to dwarf those of Apple (Sony, for example, has just sold it's 90 millionth PS2). That the console market takes higher precedence than Apple for IBM is telling. All in all, the G5 hasn't been the panacea many hoped it would.

Intel on the other hand, have a wide variety of processors, to suit all segments of the markets Apple are interested in, replete with a range designed specifically for the laptop market (and lest you doubt the significance of this, be aware that laptops have just started to outsell desktops for the first time). Plus Intel produce the supporting chipsets, something which I'd imagine consumes some not inconsiderable resources over at Apple. The appeal of having a ready made platform which will be guaranteed to keep pace with anything in the world of Microsoft's Windows isn't hard to see.

On the other hand, such a move would require a vast investment, not only from Apple, but from any Mac software developers. Apple have done it before, so we know such a thing is possible, and with OS X as a base it will be even easier this time around, but it still risks losing developers, not to mention alienating the Mac faithful (especially those who've just shelled out on new hardware). The other factor involved is the time frame - with PowerMac using Intel hardware not expected until 2007. If there is to be a platform change (and that encompasses several different "if"'s - see below), Apple risks consumers playing wait and see, which could have severely detrimental effects on Apple's small but steady market share.

On the plus side, Apple are also in a far better position to do this now brandwise. Apple dipped it's toes into the stormy waters of Mac clones some years ago, but said experiment was nipped in the bud after it was feared that the clones were cannabilising Apples own meagre market share. Now, with OS X running on an intel x86 platform, it's almost inevitable that we'll see white box x86 PC running OS X before too long. Whilst that might have been a problem once upon a time, Apple's brand has long been in the ascendancy, in no small part thanks to the iPod, and Apple are now in the fortunate position that people will buy a Mac not because it's a Mac, but because of that silky silver Apple logo on the front. In short, Apple's brand is strong enough to survive the transition to x86 because their brand is desirable (and to be fair, their hardware is simply gorgeous, as anyone who's ever lust over a Powerbook will attest).

Still, there is another possibility - that perhaps Intel may end up producing PowerPC processors on Apple's behalf. It's not inconceivable, since I believe (though feel free to correct me), that Apple were involved in the original development of the PowerPC platform (along with Motorola and IBM) and have access to the corresponding intellectual property. Again it's possible, but in this case I don't see that Intel have much to gain. As with IBM, any income derived from Apple is likely to be a drop in the vast sea of money that flows steadily into Intel's coffers, and it seems strange to me that Intel would invest resources in such a niche market.

Anyway, that's quite enough of my wittering. Steve Jobs is due to take the stage in just under 10 minutes, so it won't be too long until we find out exactly what - if anything - is going on. One thing's become clear to me writing this is that Apple are in a bit of a no-win situation. Unless Intel really is intent on producing PowerPC derivatives, or else IBM can pull a G5 shaped rabbit out of it's hat, it's clear that Apple face an unenviable choice: Remain with IBM, a company which clearly does not have Apple's best interests at heart, or else move to x86 with all the fun and games that involves.

My best guess? The former - there's a still a voice in the back of my head telling me that we'll see satan snowboarding in hell before we see OS X on x86. But we'll find out shortly...

Update: Well, looks like the Devil had better get his snow board on...

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