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Saturday, April 30, 2005


Congratulations to the Mozilla Firefox team on their 50 millionth download.

50 million downloads counted

I was a bit slow with the screenshot there :-)
Posted by Phil at 12:20 PM
Edited on: Wednesday, April 01, 2015 9:59 PM
Categories: Software

I've led a sheltered life...

Over at Wired they've a story about teledildonics. The online world is stranger than even I can imagine.
Posted by Phil at 12:13 PM
Edited on: Tuesday, February 28, 2006 8:17 PM
Categories: Weird

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Good Grief Google's Geographers!

At first glance, the new UK version of Google Maps is impressive. But it needs some improvement. I've found a few oddities so far.

First off, try entering a real address, like "123 Smith Street". It can't handle house numbers, alas, unlike its competitors, and fails to do the obvious, which would be to ignore the number and search for the rest of the address. Zero marks for this Google, that one was elementary.

Secondly, the Geographic information isn't that good. The street I live in just doesn't exist, according to Google Maps, and when I enter my postcode it insists that I live in a county which ceased to exist over 7 years ago.

Thirdly, it's not too clever when you have a road named the same as the suburb it is in. For example, in London, N10, there's a road named "Muswell Hill" in (funnily enough) Muswell Hill, but can I tell Google Maps to find it? The obvious "Muswell Hill, Muswell Hill" fails to do the right thing.

Apart from these niggles, it's not too bad, and the companion Google UK Local site is a joy to use.
Posted by Phil at 9:20 PM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 10:11 AM
Categories: Comment

Tuesday, April 12, 2005

Patch Tuesday (April)

There is another round of security updates over at Windows Update, as well as some for Word - office users should check here for updates. There's an update for MSN Messenger 6.2 hidden here too. Or go to the MSN Messenger site and download MSN Messenger 7. It's ugly, annoying, and deceptive (you tell me whether an extra you're selecting costs money or not - it's not obvious at all until some way into the process, and to me that's downright dishonest, Microsoft).
Posted by Phil at 8:54 PM
Edited on: Friday, April 22, 2005 11:38 AM
Categories: Computer Security

Sunday, April 10, 2005


Emotional battles have left me scarred and sore
Like a wounded soldier returning from war
I've wrapped myself up in a cocoon of steel
Hiding from the world all that I feel

This suit of armour is stifling me
Deep within I long to be free
To release all my turmoil and all my pain
So I can begin to trust and love again

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 3:07 PM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 10:12 AM
Categories: Poetry

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

Chatroom Seduction

"You look nice", that's what she said,
And in response I turned bright red,
I look to see what her profile reveals,
A young lass dressed in stockings and heels,
"She is not for me", that's what I think,
But then she sends me a seductive wink.
I wink back at her and wish I had not,
This will lead me into god knows what,
Modesty prevents me from saying more,
About the night I became a chatroom whore.

Not a true story, folks. This was written on April 2nd, I've changed the date to get the appropriate order of poems in this blog.

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 8:20 AM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 12:30 PM
Categories: Poetry

Monday, April 04, 2005

Chatroom Seduction II

He sits in the corner, ever so shy,
I like his look, he's my kinda guy,
I say "you look nice" and wait to see,
If he can be bothered to answer me

I watch the screen, oh, he's had a peek,
But still no reply, he's ever so meek,
He's nice in the chat, and never rude,
I hope to god he isn't a prude

Because I'd love to feel his body against mine,
And make love all night, it will be so divine,
So I give him a wink, to see what he does,
And it's returned, giving me such a buzz

How can a stranger affect me like this?
I'm tingling all over longing for his kiss,
I want him right now, I cannot wait,
I'll abandon my innocence to our mutual fate

Does he think I'm a virgin, or think I'm a whore?
I don't really care as long as he comes back for more,
It's not lust which is driving me to this,
Just my need for emotional bliss

The girl's side of the story is much more interesting, huh?

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 10:35 PM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 10:16 AM
Categories: Poetry

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Mourning Walk

Tamarisk blossom, a steady breeze,
Pollen in the air making me sneeze,
Sound of water splashing against the lock,
Several boats sitting in dry dock,
A couple of crows circling above,
And I'm here without you, my love

Trees creaking in the wind, a floating log,
In the distance, the bark of a dog,
The babble of a brook as it nears its end,
A clump of daffodils when I round a bend,
The chirping of sparrows fills the air,
Oh how I wish that you were here

Silt on the path, shoes covered in mud,
Remnants of last week's flood,
A butterfly flutters in front of me,
I marvel at all that I see,
A group of walkers ahead on the track,
But it's your presence, my darling, that I lack

Written during a stroll alongside the river Severn. The sneezes and daffodils are imaginary; the other impressions are not. My humblest apologies for the bad pun in the title.

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 6:00 PM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 12:30 PM
Categories: Poetry


I'm not worthy of your love, my dearest Sue,
I'm sure I'd be no good for you,
You need a man who's strong, wealthy, and wise,
(perhaps I should ask my boss for a rise?)
I don't want you for your money, you silly moo,
What I want is, well, what I want is you,
I cannot cope with all these feelings inside,
Instead I just want to run and hide,
Maybe what I fear is her rejection,
I'll push her away for my own protection

Isn't male inadequacy wonderful? I guess we've all had such thoughts at some time or other. No significance in the name, it just happened to fit the rhyme.

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 2:38 PM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 10:17 AM
Categories: Poetry

Dream Lover

You come to me in the dark of the night,
With your promises of eternal delight,
But when I awaken you're not there,
No soft sweet whispers in my ear

Copyright © 2005 Phil Randal
Posted by Phil at 10:33 AM
Edited on: Saturday, April 23, 2005 10:17 AM
Categories: Poetry

Saturday, April 02, 2005


On Friday April 1st, 2005 I fell asleep in front of the TV which was tuned to the TMF pop video channel (my daughter was here) and dreamt that I was having a conversation with Eminem, complimenting him on his use of rhyme. When I awoke, his "Stan" video was playing (and what a brilliant poem that is). The next day was warm and sunny and I was blissfully strolling in the Malvern Hills with my mind wandering, when the first of these rhymes popped into my head and got scribbled into my pocket diary. It's the first time in my life I've written poetry.
Posted by Phil at 10:16 AM
Categories: Poetry