Category Archives: Miscellaneous

Ermahgerd, I blerged!

I’m back! Well, as “back” as I can be seeing as how I never actually went anywhere.

Anyway, I’ve brushed the e-dust off the blog (damn stuff gets everywhere) because I want a place to put a few things:

  • Multirotor stuff. I’ve built a tricopter! It’s based on a these RCExplorer designs, but with a few modifications of my own, which I’d like to document in case they’re useful to anyone else. You’ll be able to read about it here, and see it looming ominously in a patch of sky above you soon.
  • Software. I’m planning to tidy up a few scripts and programs I’ve written and publish them.
  • Squidy! It’s been a while, but the plot thickens.

I’ve also had a bit of a tidy up, fixing broken links and layout issues.

More to come soon!

Must try harder…

Aww, it was all going so well. At least a post a month. For three whole months! Three! That’s loads! And now, nearly a quarter of a year has passed since I last squirted words into your face. Terribly sorry about that. I know you love the squirting.

So, what have I been up to? Well, more of the same really, which is partly why I haven’t really felt compelled to write anything. The summer (I assume that was it? Yeah? OK, thanks, British weather) was filled with many, many normal days of working, going to gigs, going to derby, and going to weddings. Ah, the weddings. What is wrong with you people? Everyone and their fiancée seems to be tying the knot this year. I’m starting to think that either I missed a memo, or the government are starting to put something in the water.

Anyhoo, this is intended to be a sort of keepalive I guess; assurance that I’m not dead (though I do seem to have picked up the sniffles from everyone else in the office – cheers guys), and a vague promise/hope that I should come up with something interesting to write about soon. (If not, then I guess you can assume that with this post, the blog faded away rather than burnt out.)

Oh, and the fearless fuchsia figurine? Sadly, I’ve still not had time to investigate his disappearance (I’ve been way too busy with this). I’m sure he’s OK though. Four months is only a few seconds in sponge time. Or something.

Peace out.

What time is it?

So it’s ridiculous o’ clock on a Saturday morning, and rather than having a nice lie-in, I’m up, awake, and nursing a coffee.
The reason for this is not that I’m one of those infuriating “morning people” who jog before breakfast and can function drug free as soon as the sun comes up, because I’m most definitely not (the fact that I called them infuriating should have been a clue). I need to consume at least my bodyweight in coffee before I can form a simple sentence, by which time Sophie Raworth is usually halfway through reading the Lunchtime news.
The reason I’m up is that my ageing cable box is due to be replaced by a shiny new TiVo one by the lovely people at Virgin Media this morning. I work weekdays, and would actually like to do something this afternoon, so I foolishly booked a Saturday morning installation. The outcome of this is that I now have to wait around, indoors, clock-watching, terrified to leave the flat in case the dude rocks up, rings the doorbell, and buggers off again whilst I’m getting a pint of milk from the Co-Op.
So the streets are quiet and I’m afraid to go outside. It’s like the zombie apocalypse, except, because I’ve only had half a cup of coffee so far, I’m the zombie. The only other difference is that at the end of Dawn of the Dead, no-one got a TiVo box.
TiVo, incidentally, is also the name of the ancient pagan god of television. Seriously. It is written in the very first edition of the Radio Times, chiselled on to stone and guarded by druids:
And I am TiVo, god of television, which shall be invented aeons hence,
And I decree that every person shalt pay promptly and by direct debit their license fee,
And hoggeth not the remote, nor complain that there’s never anything on.

And if thou wilt do these things I shall be happy and smile upon thee,
And thine sports channels shall be in high def,
And thine regular schedule shall bear the shows of Jools Holland and Stephen Fry.

And a terrible fate shall await those who defy me; thine EPGs shall be barren,
Thine remote batteries shall go flat, and thine signal shall be iffy at best,
And thou shalt be forced to suffer Jersey Shore for all eternity.
I definitely need more coffee…

Hello!

So, I now have a blog, just like everyone else on the planet, seemingly. At the moment it’s pretty empty; it still has that new blog smell (not to be confused with the heady aroma of self importance and literary pretension), but that should all change pretty soon (the lack of content, that is, though I daresay the smell will soon be replaced too. Probably with something entirely less pleasant).

I’m planning to migrate all the content (such as it was) from my old static site, fluiddruid.co.uk, and that address now points here instead, so over the next few days, there will be stuff. Wonderful wonderful stuff.

OK, mediocre, mediocre stuff.