splee.blog

I’ve released my Fuzzy DateTime plugin for public consumption. If you want to check it out you can get it from wp-plugins.org or download it as a zip file from here.

If you have any problems, suggestions or feedback, either leave a comment or email me (contact details in the readme).

I never expected an explanation of a Content Management System to take so much time and effort. The conversation just kept going round and round in circles with no end in sight. No matter how much I tried to simplify the situation, speak in monosyllabic sentences, or use diagrams and improvised sign language, the guy couldn’t or wouldn’t understand.

Around halfway through the ordeal we both fell silent for a minute. A full minute of silence while we both collected our respective thoughts and tried to rationalise the whole situation.

It was at this point that I found myself in a strange moment of lucid reflection - the eye of the storm if you will - and I found I was mentally pulling on my Black Gloves. You know the ones; the Black Gloves that the bad guy always makes a big show of pulling on and making sure they fit… well… like a glove. The Gloves that are an undoubtable prelude to a huge amount of death, destruction, acrobatics and pyrotechnics.

With not so much of the death and destruction, mainly verbal acrobatics and a tiny bit of pyrotechnics (the bulb went out on the projector which kind of flashed a little bit), I eventually walked out the victor, able to fight another day.

So beware. If you see me glaze over for a second or two while we’re having a heated conversation, that’ll be the Black Gloves.

This made me giggle, at work no less… my boss was looking at me rather strange. I had to put it down to the radio on my mp3 player. :D

(15:06:27) J: nice one mate. i will let the guys know. am impressed by the speed at which yu have set all this up! (15:07:02) Splee: it’s only coz I’m a leg-end. A lesser man would be struggling. ;) (15:07:48) J: you got your super hero suit on? (15:07:57) Splee: no, it’s at the dry-cleaners. (15:08:20) J: cape got dirty? (15:08:47) Splee: don’t have a cape. it’s all that skin tight lycra. it soaks up sweat like a motherfucker. (15:09:09) J: pants on the outside? (15:09:40) Splee: of course. y-fronts over the one-piece cat suit. no self respecting super hero would settle for less. (15:10:08) J: haha, urgh, i have a nastymental image (15:10:41) Splee: it’s alright for you, I have to look at it in the mirror! (15:10:46) J: who is your sidekick? (15:11:05) Splee: I don’t have a sidekick. I’m a ‘lone wolf’. (15:11:10) J: lol

Just in case anyone is interested, I have my FuzzyDate plugin running on my development blog.

I can’t release the code until tomorrow (due to the rules of the plugin competition) but any comments on the wording of the times and dates would be appreciated. Making a ‘human’ time and date that is at least semi-grammatically correct is actually rather difficult.

You know that feeling you get when you’re at the gym and you’re ‘pumping iron’? Yeah, that burning feeling. The feeling of lactic acid building up in your muscles as your body starts anaerobic glycolysis. (ooh, check me out with my big words!)

Take that burning feeling. Now imagine that burning feeling multiplied by, oh I dunno, about 10. Make it stay in your calf muscles and shins for about 15 minutes. Imagine that you can’t physically walk due to the excruciating pain.

Great, well done and sorry for putting you through that. That’s how I feel after I’ve walked to work. It’s really starting to worry me. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not the most active person in the world. I go to the gym every now and then but I don’t have too much of an issue when I’m there, even when I work myself hard… I’m not amazingly unfit. However, a simple 30 minute walk destroys my lower legs. I don’t think it’s anything serious, it’s just annoying and painful.

Does anyone out in blogland know how to minimise lactic acid build up? And if anyone says I need more potassium in my diet I shan’t be happy, as that invariably means I have to eat bananas. I can’t stand ‘nanas.

Sometimes, just sometimes, I hate the equipment and systems I work with.

As you may have noticed, splee.blog has moved to a new home. I hope to have the url issue fixed very soon (I shall be shouting at my service provider as soon as their phone lines open).

In the meantime, take a look around! If you spot anything that doesn’t look right, leave a block. :D