more tennis

1 hour 48 minutes last night, and my shoulder hurts this morning. Pushed my skill level up to 584, so pleased with that. Took my fitness age down to 74 (soon it’ll be younger than I am), and ow I think I understand how that works I can get it down quicker, I think.

In other news, one of our sites has been – literally – Slashdotted, so there’ll be an anxious day ahead while we watch that server carefully. Hits Tuesday, 33608, hits Wednesday 679595, first two hours of Thursday, 201772. Fun fun fun.

just occasionally, a day is a really good one

In the general drudgery of Monday to Friday, just now and again you get a day that goes really nicely. And yesterday was one such. In no particular order:

  1. perlmonger is not keen on making telephone calls, and he had a couple that he _had_ to make; I couldn’t do them for him. He made them, and the outcome from both looks good.
  2. I sent an e-mail to a client explaining that their project had suffered from severe scope creep, and we would have to increase their bill by £1.5k. “That’s fine”, he quoth – “no problem with that”. Why can’t they all be so reasonable?
  3. stompy red boots!
  4. the new Show of Hands double CD, and DVD, arrived. We listened to the former last night. Might go and watch the latter in a minute
  5. pumpkin and apple risotto for supper; delicious – trust me
  6. a potential client with a mega e-commerce application has booked a meeting for 10 January. The downside of that is that the train fares cost me *£83* [scream] – the joys of catching the 8.11 from Nailsea to Paddington (they are in Edgware Road).

So that was all rather nice. Today we battled out in the rain to the greasy spoon, the greengrocer, the farm shop, and the station, to collect the aforementioned usurious tikkits.

Tomorrow, LibDem xmas lunch. The rest of the weekend is going to be spodding, I think.

We have it back!

I discovered that the errant server made it to Bristol by checking the ANC web site yesterday morning – no, nobody bothered to let me know.

I phoned up to ask if they could get someone to deliver it, and was told “they have no drivers on Saturday” which is utter bollocks. Thankfully, the depot was round the corner from Costco, which I wanted to go anyway, so I whizzed down there, and was extremely irritated (and a tad concerned) to be kept waiting 15 minutes, and watch two other people being attended to who arrived after I did.

The young lad offered to carry it to the car, and I rather childishly said to him that although I knew it wasn’t his fault, I’d rather that ANC didn’t touch anything of mine ever again.

Is there such a thing as a reliable courier?

We had to pull one of our web servers out of the rack at the back end of last week. In theory, it should have arrived back here on Tuesday, and been back in the rack on Thursday.

In reality, it is still stuck somewhere in the maws of ANC / FedEx …

First off, FedEx phoned on Tuesday to say they had been to collect it from Docklands, but they had taken the name of the company down wrong, and so couldn’t find it. We told them the right company.

The returned to Marsh Wall and collected it that afternoon. We waited patiently for it to arrive on Wednesday. Did it? Did it buggery. The twats tried to deliver it to our ISP in St Neots (who ordered the collection). They rejected it, and told them, literally and figuratively I imagine, where to take it.

Today, we waited. And waited. And got quite vexed and chased it up, to discovered that this useless bunch of wankers had somehow mis-routed it, and the bloody server is now in *Belfast*. They promise a pre midday tomorrow, but I’m not holding my breath.

been a while since I did this …

Sitting up in the study in the evening, writing code – not for paying customers, but for the new photodiet project thing I’m doing (coming soon, hopefully).

However, I think it’s time to give up and go to bed, as I’ve just had an error message that says:

ColdFusion cannot determine the line of the template that caused this error.

Which means it’s comprehensively borked; neither perlmonger or I have ever seen *that* one before …

[Dear ColdFusion.
It’s line 117.

No Love