Category: Journal

Due to a slightly naive gamble with a pack of peroxide dye, for the last few days I’ve sported lilac streaks in my hair. It was meant to be a nice deep blue, but a combination of over-confidence and wanting to watch the end of the Chief’s vs Colts NFL play-off game meant that the dye stayed in my hair for around 20 minutes longer than it should have.

It wasn’t so bad that I needed to lock myself away from the world, but it wasn’t quite what I’d hoped for either. After two days of welcome and amusing comentary from my colleagues, I decided that a bit of a touch-up was necessary. That and the fact that Crazy Uncle John is visiting tonight and he might tell my mum on me when he goes back.

Fliss came to the rescue and brushed in some dark blue dye we’ve had in the bathroom cabinet for ages. It would never work before because my hair was just too dark, but it turns out that lilac hair takes to blue dye really well. Now it’s pretty much the colour I was after in the first place, not that I can remember now why I wanted it to be that colour in the first place.

Woohoo!

Tonight I made the new version of WipeoutZone live – with probably the smoothest transition between versions I’ve had in three years of doing it.

The site features a ton of new back-end code, loads of usability upgrades and is just a good effort all round as far as I’m concerned. Yeah, so it took me hell of a long time to get it done, and there are still a few error checking routines to go in there, but I’m pretty pleased with the way it turned out this time.

At least it’s now future proof for another three years ;o)

First thing this morning I had to drop the car off at Kings Chrysler for its six monthly service. It’s a bit of a piss-take, actually, as we’ve only done 13,600 odd miles in it and this is the 22,500 mile service. No doubt its new owner will clock up a good few miles more than us. 😉

Anyhow, after dropping the car off I could not get a bus back into town for the life of me. I just stood there, freezing my nads off for ages. I was at the stop at ten past nine, there was a bus due at 26 minutes past the hour, so I was fairly confident I wouldn’t have to wait long.

Thirty minutes later I was fairly confident that I knew why people smash up bus shelters every now and then. It’s because public transport, or at least buses, suck ass!

I already had a bit of a cold, so by spending thirty odd minutes in the freezing wind I was a bit of a mess. My eyes were streaming, I was coughing uncontrolably, and my nose was running like a tap. I felt so bad that I called my boss and asked if I could take the day off sick, before trudging along to the station and taking the train home.

Five hours later when it was time to go fetch the car, I wrapped up a damn sight better, donning my fur lined jacket (fake fur, natch) and pulled my hat down over my ears before venturing out into the cold. With the service throwing up nothing unexpected I was in and out in minutes – my last encounter with the Wicked Witch of Kings Chrysler going pretty much the same as my first.

I collected Fliss on a round-about route to the Honda garage where we had an appointment for another test drive of a Jazz. Unfortunately the sales girl Natasha was busy with another couple and their wayward toddler. So we ended up stuck with this stiff who not only spoke to us like we knew nothing about cars, but seemed solely concerned with the hard sell. We later discovered from Natasha that he hadn’t made a sale in over a month… I wonder why! ;o)