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Playing with other people's toys... [May. 23rd, 2009|07:34 pm]
The Can-Am Spyder.

Crossposted elswhere, but just in case anyone finds it interesting...

Cut for stock photo and waffle )
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Gah. [Apr. 7th, 2009|08:01 pm]
An uneventful run (aside from my satnav deciding the best way through Stroud was all the way to the top of a dockin' great hill, then all the way down the other side, rather than flatlanding around it...) to BVM for my shock absorber upgrade and to finally get a new front tyre fitted.
They lent me this for the ride home:



An R1150 BMW Rockster.
With that being one of the standard colours, I can see why they didn't sell too many of them.
However it's a nice bike - I was reminded again of why it's fun to ride naked-bikes, as you feel a closer to the world. Couldn't stand the servo-assisted brakes, though.

That and myself and the BMW Design Department have a substantial difference of opinion.
There is a little fuel-pump symbol on the dash.
There is a light next to it, which was on when I picked the bike up.
This light is green.

Between that, the fact that they said "replace what you use" regarding fueling, and the fact that it had 3 miles on the trip when I got it (I used to use the tripmeter as a fuel-gauge on the Bandit), I figured they'd just filled it, and I'd do the same when I brought it back.

I was quite wrong.

"Green" apparently means "Warning" in BMW Rockster-speak. This meant that I got 60 miles before conking out between junctions 1 and 2 on the M42 - one cough and dead.
Thankfully I was carrying decent speed, so could barge my way to the hard-shoulder without incident. Nearly sat on an anthill whilst waiting next to the bike, though.

Paul, blessed be His Name, provided me with a rescue service consisting of a few quid's worth of fuel and one of HoG's leaky containers, meaning I got at least 90% of it back in the bike and was able to carry on. The moral of the story, however, being "Question how much fuel is in the unfamiliar machine before you go anywhere.". I've only run out of fuel once before, and that was in my parent's Metro. Being a student I tended to run redline to redline, and caught myself out once. Not something I intend to repeat, if avoidable...
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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2009|05:41 pm]
Yay.

Bike works again. :)

In a rare showing, I called BMW Assist this morning, and actually wound up in receipt of a technician with a marginal amount of Clue!
Instead of poking the bike with a stick and calling for a recovery truck, he'd taken note of what I'd said, had a rough guess what the problem was, and brought the replacement part required for that fix along with him. Shock! :-O

A few minutes fiddling with body-panels, and the old one was out (corroded to fuck already), and the new one in (new part number too, so hopefully reworked).
Out of the two "known weak point failures" on that bike, I have now had both of them, so hopefully that'll be the end of it. *eyeroll* Although I'm tempted to slather the new component in ACF-50 to stop it too drowning anyway.

I have worked out why I get so frustrated in these instances too, I think. All the emotional attachment I don't tend to apply to anything else in life (I'm kinda "manyana manyana" most of the time) goes on the car, the bike, and the PC, so I feel rather cheated when it all goes wrong. That probably goes part of the way to explaining things like why I'm only on my second car in 12 years driving, etc.
Ah well. "Know Thyself", and all that.

Surprised myself and the dentist by having an uneventful appointment afterwards, instead of him wanting to put fillings in my entire head or somesuch. Just the usual hygenist kickback.

Tomorrow, after just getting my bike back on the road, it goes away again - this time for the last piece of "oops, we made a mistake in our new design" work (a new front shock), and hopefully to get my front tyre fitted. They've promised me a loan bike, although Murphy's Law I'll wind up running in another one of their demo R1200 GS fleet again.

Aside from that I think I'm free and clear apart from gradually coalescing plans for Friday onwards. Will try and mix "kick back" and "party hard" in appropriate measure.
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Hmm. [Apr. 5th, 2009|03:31 am]
£3.40 - Bus fare into town, and out the other side.
£5.00 - Entrance to the Goth Ball.
£4.90 - Can of Red Bull, pint of ale.
£2.50 - 'Nother pint of ale.
£1.70 - Bus fare back to town. Yes, Eveningsavers, I know.
£5.00 - Entry to Eddies.
£1.80 - VK Blue. EEEEEEEnumbers. :D
£1.00 - Cloakroom. Hot. Dammed hot.
£3.60 - Two more VK Blue. *boingboingboing*
£1.50 - Bottle of coke.
£12.00 - Taxi home.

So:
£10 on entrance fees.
£14.30 on liquids, alcoholic & non-.
And a princely £17.10 on transport!

There's something badly wrong with that ratio there.

Nevertheless, t'was a cracking night, all kinds of people were out, and overall was quite what I needed.
Test-drove my new glowsticks. *OOOoooOOOoooo....*
Generally bounced around a lot. Threw shapes with abandon.
Was amused by Rob's attempts to get me female companionship.
"She'sh been looking atch yououou.."
'Which one?'
"The one in the... the... top."
*raised eyebrow*
I'm not even sure he could see me at that point, but seemed to be having fun. :)
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Arrrrrrrrgh. [Apr. 4th, 2009|03:45 pm]
Nothing is ever. Fucking. Simple. Is it?

The brief power loss I got last time I used the 'bike has now manifested itself again in an inability to start the bike or, if I can manage to get the bike to catch, it runs roughly and stalls out, even on max throttle.
I called Clarks BMW in Birmingham to ask if they'd be able to offer me a loan bike and perform some warranty work whilst doing the repair (also under warranty), only their lines were engaged and their receptionist said she'd find someone appropriate and call me back.
Only now Clarkes have shut. And they don't open till Tuesday.
And this means it's now too late to get BMW Assist to take the bike down to BVM in Stroud to get it fixed there, as they close at 5 and reopen on Monday. Notwithstanding the time it'd take for BWM Assist to even turn up.

It's a nice day.
I was just hoping to go out, have a bimble, and have fun.
I'm tired, I'm frustrated, and upset.

Fucks sake.
I want to be able to kick back and relax, and actually feel like I can enjoy my holiday.
I want to go out and have some beers.
I want to get laid.
I want to enjoy time out and meals with friends.

I do not want to be fixing problems.
I do this every fucking day, and my time off I want OFF, dammit!


Mr. Turner - there is a time and place for pithy comments. This is not it.
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You've gotta be ****ing me... [Mar. 30th, 2009|11:26 pm]
http://www.hotelicopter.com/

I'm pretty sure it's not April 1st yet...
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I had to share the p[ai|u]n with someone... [Mar. 9th, 2009|10:48 pm]
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7927812.stm

*groan*
Someone has too much time on their hands.
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*grins* [Mar. 8th, 2009|01:54 am]
It's sometimes good and amusing to leave the house on a random whim.

*pleased*
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Intellect versus emotion. [Mar. 1st, 2009|10:27 pm]
Quick recap, then the meat of the post..

Friday was a long, taxing day, subsequent to which I managed to disco-nap through what would have been a Few Good Beers down at the pub, which was a little frustrating. By all accounts I regained consciousness just about the time everybody was leaving. Burned the rest of the evening completing DOW II though, so it wasn't a total loss. :p

Saturday involved chores (as much of my downtime appears to be spent either fixing things or rearranging things, damned if I know why), then an entertaining few hours Chez Jo for her Official birthday celebrations. Good chat, good cocktails, cake and Burnout were had. Rar.

And then Sunday... for the event I'm not sure any of us will forgive her for. ;)

Now, I don't know if any of you know about Go Ape, but if you do, today we went here, which is a fairly similar concept. And bastard hard work.

They'd got two obstacle courses; a baby one to get people used to the concepts, 5 or so tasks in a loop, with log running, planked bridges, and tyres and buoys in the way, all set (relatively) low to the ground.

I'm a bit odd with heights. I don't particularly like them (especially the concept of edges), but even so I used to do lighting crew at secondary school, clambering around on scaffolds.
I dislike cable-cars and chairlifts, but am fine with flight or glass floors (I remember some "superclub" in Brum which used to have a glass dancefloor in its Sky-bar, and people's reactions were endlessly entertaining.).

Throughout the entire first run I had emotional twinges and the delightful "I think I'm about to throw up" sensation, but decided to be bloody-minded and Intellectual and bully on through it.
I think I'm glad I did. I tend to describe it as "interesting", but when I was asked by staff if I'd had fun I couldn't actually give a yes or no answer...

Thankfully after "graduating" onto the big course with most of the others a moderate chunk of the panic burned itself out; the brain kicks in and -knows- you can't really hit the deck and you're securely skyhooked in, and the fact that you're many metres above the ground stopped being quite such an issue. I won't say we became blase about standing on the very edge of a small platform halfway up a tree, it was (oddly enough), just no longer really relevant - everything became all about traversing the next obstacle without getting stuck, and enjoying the downtime on the platforms between chunks.

We did have a bit of a "Go Team Extended Peril" thing going on at the end of it, as they drop you off the course on a descender. Where everyone drops gently to the ground and then slumps into a little heap as they overbalance. :D (I think I figured this one out in the end - everyone had got too used to having a skyhook to hang on to, and on this if you pulled the rope nothing happened...). Definitely an interesting experience.

That said, I don't think I could ever claim I was entirely relaxed about the proceedings. :D
The muscles on my shoulderblades have only just started to loosen again.

I still can't decide if I'd want to do it again or not... *puzzled*.
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(no subject) [Feb. 17th, 2009|11:29 pm]
[Current Mood | surprised]

In an "Oh, w00t" moment I realised that I'm due a phone upgrade round about now, so started crawling around the Vodafone website.

Being a geek, I was naturally interested in the Crackberry Storm, which can be had fairly reasonably, until I read the tech specs.

3 day standby.

Three. Fucking. Days.

That's rubbish. Yes, I'm aware it's an Uber-smartphone of doooooom, but that's just stupid.
That means that, for example, if I go to work on Friday, and leave straight for a mate's place for beers on the weekend, it'll probably die just as I'm trying to tell people "No, I'm not coming for Sunday lunch, I'm in $LOCATION" on the Sunday afternoon. (Like you ever get projected battery life from a phone...)

So... bah... no free mobile internets for me, then. :(
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Oh Christ. [Feb. 17th, 2009|08:30 pm]
[Current Mood | amused]

Weezer went meta-meta...


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(no subject) [Feb. 16th, 2009|09:02 pm]
[Current Mood | annoyed]

Dear Sainsbury's,

Yes, I'm buying paracetamol.
However Ibuprofen does not contain paracetamol.
Nor do antihystamines.
Nor indeed do antacids.
If I wanted to off myself I have a motorcycle, and that would undoubtedly be a quicker and easier way to go!

No love,
Me.


Dear ambulance-car driver,

Yes, I realise you are behind me.
However, due to the multiple facts that:
a) I'm making a sharp turn into my driveway, and have to do it slowly or I won't make it.
b) Until you pass me I have no idea what you are as your badly-adjusted headlights are washing out all rear visibility.
c) You're not running under lights and sound and so have pretty much the same right to froth at me as everybody else; i.e. very little.

With all due respect, get fucked.

Continuance of no love,
Me.
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Blarg. [Feb. 15th, 2009|01:14 am]
Zzzzzz...what, huh?

Oh.
Weekend. Friday was good fun, though I got back from work and went kinda splat, but still managed to get out to Frank's Being Old do, which was a laugh.
Subside, Eddies, then Subside (at least in my experience), with bizarreness at Eddies (no Goth room on Fridays, and refusal to serve snakebite & black), and wins at pool (sorry Audrey!).
Seriously. I won 3 games of pool. In a row.

Pool is one of those things I enjoy in spite of (or perhaps because of) my ineptitude at it. Being crap means I have an excuse to try the hail-mary three-ball-plant shots, and snigger like a bastard when they come out right. Good laugh.

Today was dopey, as I didn't sleep well and only managed a couple of hours at the Goth Ball before flaking out. Good beer, but there was something wrong with the sound system and it seemed all treble, which was quite wearing.
Also I did a little analysis and I spent more on transport than I did on the night. £17 taxi back, and £3.40 bus there. I think that's more than I'd get on expenses if I did it for work!

Ah well. I can haz pizza on the way, then I'll crash out and hopefully sleep reasonably. Maybe play about on the bike if it's nice(ish) out tomorrow, and usual Sunday Lunch options etc...
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Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. [Feb. 9th, 2009|03:47 pm]
Really bloody 'orrible, and hopefully not doing that again.

A problem with buying a new-model bike, it seems, is that they haven't always worked all the bugs out yet.
For mine there's been:
An immobiliser problem. Ran face-first into that one and had to get recovered back.
A brakeline replacement, as otherwise the connection can crack and piss brake fluid all over the road.
A shock-absorber replacement, as the electronic adjustable widgetry can suddenly become neither electronic nor adjustable.

I've done the first in order to get the bike back on the road, and, as a safety-related recall, today was the time for the second. And was also a reason why I was not exactly full of the joys of spring regarding last-night's snow.
Barring some Fun On Ice(tm) heaving the GS off the driveway it was fairly risk-free, but going down to Stroud meant I got to filter for 2 junctions is the freezing pissing rain because everyone's rubbernecking like morons at a now-doused lorry fire on the Northbound. This was at 9:30. I then got to do exactly the same bloody thing on the way back because the emergency services were still standing around (Seriously. I go past and they're all staring at me like sheep. I know I'm riding in freezing rain, but there's no reason to look at me like I'm a Martian.) waiting for... inspiration, I suppose.
I'm sure I pissed some people off whilst filtering, but at that stage I was beyond caring. It's called a trade-off - you get to sit in traffic in your nice warm box, I get to keep moving, but freeze my ass off in the process.

It was so cold and horrible, in fact, that the batteries in all my electronic devices got horribly sapped going down. Despite fresh charges, both my GPS receiver and Bluetooth headset were wailing at me to feed them when I got home, and my phone had chewed up half its charge. I dunno what the wind-chill is for 4 degrees C at a wet 90mph, but I imagine it's considerable.

My repair today was supposed to be a nice simple job, but the delays going down meant I missed the first work slot, and that was fnorded up as they'd been delivered the right bag for the work. With the wrong part in it. Yay. Thankfully they had a spare.
Buuut, still, didn't do anything to my timekeeping, meaning I had to call up and get approval to take an extra half-day off to get it done (No headache, but brownie points at least. What're they going to say - "No! You must come in!". "Er. Stranded in Stroud sans working machinery...". Does that count as Force Majeur...?). Means I now have half a day left until 1st Apr, at which point I'm taking a week off. (Wooo!)

On current form I'll wind up wasting that half day on more hospital stuff, but at least it'll count as "productive" - I've now been CT-scanned (on the Saturday, thankfully), and am merely now awaiting word of what to do next. Hopefully they'll concur that my sinuses don't, and figure something structural to do about it. Powerdrill time.

Socially... well, the weekend was good, Lyssa's party was entertaining and involved new faces and frightening vodka jelly, and the Lion provided excellent people and sustenance on the Sunday. This week is probably going to be more of "holding station until the weekend" when, if I'm not mistaken, it's a Goth Ball, Valentines no less.

And on that note: :p
My Valentinr - perspexavenger1
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(no subject) [Jan. 26th, 2009|09:41 pm]
A load of random stuff )
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Urg. [Jan. 17th, 2009|11:54 pm]
Not the stunningingingest start to the weekend really, with the earlier stated stuff about the bikes, and my being called out to work twice already.

Tried to hit bike breakers online for a new headlamp (as it's a sealed unit and you can't replace the glass) only to find that most only work weekdays. Got through to one who thinks they've got a few around, nominal cost of £160+VAT. Which is much better than the BMW brand-new-part price of £214+VAT... even the parts guy at the garage said I'd be better ringing round the breakers.
But it's still annoying money to have to spend; I'm rationalising the mileage expenses for my two callouts as at least partially offsetting the cost.

Took another look at the GSA in the light of day and, despite the incident happening at all, still feel I got lucky. Which is an odd thing for me to say, as a practising pessimist, after all.
The headlamp unit smashed, but is a two-bolt removal (and a bunch of plugs) when I get a spare, one of the bolts on the windscreen is full of brick dust (which indicates how close it all was), and there's a small scratch on one of the crash bars and the corner-piece of the RH pannier.
Built BMW tough, all right. Tougher than me, anyway, as I've only now noticed all the small scratches etc on my hands from cleaning up last night.
Plus I've now proven to myself I can actually pick it up unaided, which is a nice thing to know for such a large vehicle. I was hoping to test that under better circumstances, but never mind...

Today has been (largely) a non-day, as my sleep pattern's been broken from bikes-n-work incidents; spent most of it in a state of funk (to such an extent I got a copy of AVP:Requiem and got 5 minutes in before realising I'd already seen it and it was obviously such a non-event it failed to register) but put meself together to go and meet some peeps, prove I existed, and generally cheer myself up.
Thankfully it worked (huzzah for the healing power of pretty ladies!) but I had to cry off moving on to Subside because I'm still shattered and on duty. I'd have liked to be drowning sorrows (or scrotes) but that'll have to wait for another day.

*powering down...*
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Fuckers. [Jan. 16th, 2009|10:20 pm]
[Current Mood | pissed off]

Ventured out this evening to find that the scrotes have been-a-calling, and have pushed over all three bikes and broken the wingmirror on one of the cars.

A bent lever and and paint scrapes on the other bikes, but my BMW caught a brick wall as it went down, luckily (I suppose) smashing only the headlamp. Now my prime task tomorrow is to source another one, yay.

I'm getting heartily fed up of some of the neanderthal fuckers who wander round these streets.
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Fits of paranoia... [Jan. 15th, 2009|10:35 pm]
[Current Mood | thoughtful]

I'm not normally given to fits of public twitching like this, but the moment refuses to pass so I'm succumbing this once.

I've just read Little Brother (direct link to legal HTML version).
It's a Young Adult book, so I wouldn't classify it as deep, or outstanding prose, but it did get me thinking.

The basic premise is a teenager's in the wrong place at the wrong time during a terrorist attack, gets hauled off to Gitmo-Lite, and when they cut him free a week later his city's morphing into a police state, which he fights back against.
Being written by Cory Doctorow, it's alarmingly close to some datapoints of reality, and bits are quite believable at times: RFIDS, Oyster, ARGs, flashmobs, TOR networking, encryption, etc, etc...

The State in the book uses technological means to keep tabs on its citizens, by datamining its Oyster-card-equivalent for journeys which don't fit a "normal pattern", similarly for RFID toll-bridge passes and tracking private vehicles. Phones are logged. Net access is logged. People are watched - or the terrorists win!

And I'm wondering if we're at risk of walking into the same state.
The only truly leftfield tech I thought in it is good face/gait recognition, but the other stuff works.

RFID number plates to enable security forces (and fixed emplacements) to scan vehicles from 100m.
ANPR cameras on road gantries to track everything that passes by.
RFID subway/rail passes that generate mineable databases of journeys.
Passports that can be interrogated at a distance.
Incarceration without charge or even declared reason.
Logs of every email sent, kept for 2 years, moving on to storing every request/communication by every ISP's user in a central database.
A low-profile, unaccountable, fallible, transparent firewall and content blocker on a large percentage of the internet connections in the country.

Quite detailed for a piece of fiction, no?
Shame I'm talking about the real world in that section.

I get exposure to quite a lot of quite deep ISP stuff in my job, but of late there's a lot of push by the Authorities for more monitoring, more restriction, and less accountability. And that scares me.
Yes, paedophiles and terrorists are an evil, and must be dealt with. But not at the expense of the freedoms of everyone else - they've been demonised to such an extent that "no restriction is too great, no sacrifice will not be taken", and they're used as a carte blanche for all kinds of injustices. "Won't somebody think of the children?" is not an excuse.

And you know what? All this technical shit won't work.
Take "tracking down the terrorists", for example. Do you really think that Abdul and Jamit are exchanging emails on the best way to mix fertiliser and diesel? Or that kiddy-porn rings are passing their files across MSN? Like fuck are they.
If all you're after is text message passing, you could do it in WoW. Hells, you could do it at an FTP dead-drop, in DNS records, stenography in a image, all kinds of rubbish. You want to pass imagery or large files, you go encrypted P2P/tunnels, or you go old-school sneakernet and mail hard-drives to your buddies.

It's all rubbish, doing the wrong things to the wrong degree for the right reasons. And yet Those In Charge (Wacky Jaqui, I'm looking at you) seem convinced that it'll be a perfect world, the system will never be abused, and so on and so forth. Someone famous goes in to hospital, and you get people crawling all over their patient records - you really believe everyone's data (and selves, pretty much) is going to be safe with the inevitable number of people that are going to have access to it?

I follow the sysadmin's creed - a user's stuff stays private for I do not need nor want to see what it is, and I have a responsibility to them - but, as you know, with great power.... etc.
I'm not sure I know anyone who's light-side enough for that.

Keep an eye out, people, and don't let zealots screw this up.
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*snork* [Jan. 12th, 2009|12:06 am]
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Any A/V geeks out there? [Jan. 8th, 2009|06:21 pm]
Not something I'll pick up now, maybe later in my generalised upgrade path, but...

I have several devices I want to get digital 5.1 audio out of.
I have an analogue 5.1 amp/speaker system.
I need to stick something in the middle to convert it.

In detail, inputs are:
Primary: Optical 5.1 or HDMI-encapsulated 5.1
Secondary: Optical 5.1 or RCA digital 5.1
Tertiary (optional): Optical 5.1

My output is:
3x 3.5mm stereo jack (easily convertible to phono), line-level.

I don't need audio effects, I don't need any amplification capability, I don't need a remote-control, just something that'll do switchable audio inputs and 5.1 decoding.

Anyone got any ideas?
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