Friday 17 June 2011

Time

This is a test post.

I am writing it as 11.11am, on Friday 17th June.

Look at the bottom of the post to see what time blogger thinks I'm writing it.

Spooky.

Thursday 16 June 2011

Word Cxunt

So I'm doing this project where the word count of each episode is pretty important.  The strapline for the whole this is "One hundred words per chapter, One hundred chapters."

I discovered at the weekend that although Open Office tells me each chapter IS one hundred words, in Microsoft's Word it's 98, or 99.

Today, I discovered that if you open the same chapter in an old version of Open Office, the word count is less than 95.

What the fuck is going on with that?

I'm thinking of a different word now.

If you want to follow the project, there's a button over there on the right.

Monday 13 June 2011

The Multiverse Hates Me!

So I finally get my shit together.

Today was to be the day.  My big project was finally going too begin.  I'd whined and cursed and prevaricated as much as I possibly could, and even I was sick of listening to myself.

So I got up this morning, full of the joys, ready to just do it, walked into my office, turn the computer on and....

Nothing.

No beep, no whirr, no phlegmatic sputtering as the beast draws life unto itself.

Fucking thing's deader than any hope of electoral reform.

So instead of launching my big project, I'm spending the day wrangling with a five year old laptop trying to remember passwords n shit so that maybe, just maybe, I can launch big project tomorrow.

My message to the multiverse: Fuck you!

Saturday 4 June 2011

Space Cat

“Now then constable, look at the sky.”

“What am I looking for, sir?”

“Just keep looking, you'll see it soon.”

“HOLY SHIT! What the fuck is that?!”

“Language, constable.”

“Sorry sir, but what is that?”

“Space cat. Well, kitten to be more precise.”

“Space cat sir?”

“Yes, poor thing. It must be quite lost.”

“Lost, sir?”

“Yes, they don't usually come this far out.”

“This far out, sir?”

“Yes. They tend to stick to the central galaxies where the astral mice are densest.”

“But what can we do sir?”

“Not a lot we can do. This planet's defenses simply aren't advanced enough.”

“There must be something sir?”

“Well, you could try hope.”

“Hope sir?”

“Yes, hope. As in hope that it satisfies itself playing with the moon and doesn't want to play with the bigger ball.”

SPACE CAT – AN INSPECTOR GRIFFIN MOMENT.

© Gavin White 2011