life, liberty and the pursuit of geekiness

So the earthquake did not appear to reach Belfast, though apparently Donegal had one earlier. elerrina_amanya has been using the laptop to do a project for uni, so have not been around much the last few days. I've been reading a book on history/philosophy of quantum physics instead, and when I did get on the internet tonight it was to check up on which was which of Bohr and Born (according to wikipedia, he was the grandfather of Olivia Newton-John) and Bohm (so inconsiderate of them all to have names beginning with B).

Have no icons of quantum mechanics, it being unobservable and all that, so going with the Orion Nebula.

That sound you hear? A million Harmoanians crying out in triumph. Me, I'm withholding judgement pending photographic evidence.

I ordered a wireless router on Saturday which was meant to arrive the next business day. Guess what, no sign of it. NTL did send me an email offering remote installation. Oi, give me the instructions and I'll set it up myself, and secure it. It would be horribly mean of them not to send complete instructions so you had to get them to install it :(

Went to see Jumper tonight with elerrina_amanya. ( Minor Spoilers )

Ivan-fic the second: Being the further (mis)adventures of Ivan Vorpatril at the Emperor's Wedding.

Ivan considered starting a drinking game. If he was half-drunk and Miles was half his weight, that should even things up...

Notes: Thank-you to legionseagle and coalboy for beta-ing.
Rating: PG

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The latest governmental idiocy: Proposing that ISPs police illegal file sharing.

Big business throws its weight about again.

Anyone with half a brain can see what will happen; the ISPs will put up their prices to cover costs, penalising all internet users, and the file-sharers will just get more clever and find a way around it. Also, Y HALO THAR DATA PROTECTION ACT 1998. It's like asking the Post Office to open every letter to make sure they are all legal.

Ok, I admit I'm not quite on the side of the angels; I do download a couple of American programmes, because the wait for them to go to DVD id too long and we can't afford Sky and the terrestrials don't carry them. But if the channels would put up a streamed episode or something, I wouldn't do it. The Beeb has the right idea with their making the unmissable unmissable thing. (BTW, is there anything to stop one from watching every single programe as soon as they put it up, thus removing the need for a TV licence?)

If Rowan Williams is so enamoured of Sharia law, why doesn't he emigrate to Saudi Arabia? However, to get the full benefit, I suspect he may have to be a woman subject to Sharia.

My da: The man's a buffoon.What does he think would happen to a Christian minority in a Sharia country who wanted their own laws?

The thought of deliberately setting up a legal system that isn't one law for all turns my stomach, frankly.

If you can manipulate gravity, that doesn't automatically give you an reaction-less drive, no? I'm kind of imagining creating a gravity well in front of your spaceship and falling into it, but wouldn't that be like pulling yourself along by your shoelaces?

Obviously you could still use it to stick yourself to the floor and avoid the disadvantages of freefall, stop smashing your passengers at high acceleration, deflect space debris, or create very small black holes in your enemies' stomachs :)

kajcarter asked for 1997

Really when you're young you don't define years in terms of calender years, but of academic years. 1997 was when I moved up up into the senior school in September and started working towards my GSCEs. In our system, that's the biggest change in your school years, after changing schools at eleven. In junior school, we had all our classes with our form class (registration group). Mine was F, and although they were organised more-or-less alphabetically, it had the reputation of being the worst form class in the year. It was mostly the boys, although there was one girl who was a complete trouble-maker. Half the class would disappear during the week of Balmoral Show (the main agricultural show in Northern Ireland), which was winked at by the teachers in that rural area, but that group would come back with a haul of pencil cases, sweets and other portable items they'd stolen from the stalls. By this stage, it was also the cool thing to smoke. At that time in my life, I was more comfortable around boys than girls, but fortunately my boys were more geeky and less petty-criminal. Our status symbol was having made it through the unabridged Lord of the Rings. I'd done it during second form, including the Appendices, while the boys were still stuck on the Council of Elrond.

In the spring we chose our GCSE subjects; I went with maths and sciences. I was very glad to get rid of art and home economics and music. I wasn't so pleased to get Mrs C., the maths teacher from hell, for 10 periods a week. Her temper was infamous. If anyone questioned her, it would be "I'm the one with the maths degree.". Our Add. Maths class were the recipients of the occasion when she snapped, "I might as well talk to the wall," and proceeded to do so. "Brick wall, do you know the answer?" We got good marks (I got two A*s, for which she never congratulated me, even though I was at the school for two years after I had escaped her), because we were too scared not to. She wouldn't give me actual panic attacks until my fifth year, though.

Apart from that, life was pretty good. I loved Triple Award science, fifteen periods of it, when I would sit somewhere near the back (being relatively well-behaved) with L. and K. We had the most fun in biology, because Mr M. generally was too dopey to notice what was going on. We watched a lot of videos, but we did get to dissect a pig's heart and lungs. L. was going to be a doctor, so she was determinedly not disgusted. I was genuinely unfazed, and was pretty proud of it when the boys laughed at the girly shrieks. L. is one of the few schoolmates I'm still in touch with. She's an SHO or whatever they call it now. I see K. in the paper sometimes; she's working in PR for the Department (of Agriculture, which is always the default).

I had Mr C. for physics. He used to turn up ten minutes late to class, clutching his lunchtime coffee, and was reputed to be more interested in coaching hockey than in teaching physics, but we still managed to get through the syllabus somehow, and I did very well. He used to throw tennis balls above our heads to demonstrate Newton's Laws, and he said I was obviously a good physicist because I didn't flinch when the ball wasn't going to come anywhere near me.

I had the friendly, black-bearded Dr C. for chemistry (L. started the course by smashing two or three pieces of glassware; she did this most years), Mr S. of the ratty tweeds and the pink and yellow teeth for English and Eng. Lit. (Macbeth and Seamus Heaney, and F.M. who never brought in her coursework, gentle blonde Mrs A. for Spanish, and Mrs F. for geography, which was the most boring subject I did.

All that isn't what I think of first when someone mentions my school. What I think of is sitting on the grassy banks around the lower rugby pitches on a sunny day, eating milk lollies and watching the boys play football. And probably I have an new library book or an old favourite, because football isn't really that interesting.

This was the era of Professor L. He came between the rotating pulpit supplies and calling our own organising pastor in 2001. He was a retired minister and had been preaching for about 50 years by then. His sermons were like precision engineering. He could say as much in half as hour as most sermons would in three quarters, all bright and clear and sharp. I'm really thankful to have known him.



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Every time I open Windows Explorer on my laptop Data Execution Protection shuts it down. I ran McAfee and it removed something called digstream.exe, and I restored the system back to last week when it was still working. It seems to be working at the minute, but I'm worried that it'll start happening again. I'm not sure whether it was removing the program, or the program itself that caused the problem. Or perhaps it was the BBC's making the unmissable unmissable thing that I used for the first time on Wednesday.

Anyone else ever have this problem?