1. If you’re interested in learning Ruby, reading this is a must.
2. If you’re interested in learning to program at all, read it.
3. If you’re not interested in programming one jot, read it anyway, and look at the lovely cartoons. You’ll have learned something by the end, even though you didn’t want to. Tough. :-)
Recently I’ve noticed an increasing number of adverts on web sites that are using Flash and/or inline frames (iframes) rather than just simple images to display their wares. However, the standard ad blockers don’t seem to be able to kill these rich media adverts. What to do? (more…)
Oh joy, another episode of Ned/Chav fuckwittery.
There I was, minding my own business, standing outside the front door having a break from working with a ciggie (well, it is 2.30am) when what do I spy across the road?: a carload of everyone’s favourite: Ned scum.
Being early morning in Leith, I wouldn’t expect anything less than a bit of clumsy driving and puerile name–calling by these obnoxious and socially–retarded individuals. I wasn’t disappointed. After trying to dazzle me with their headlights on full–beam (ooh!) and the ever–original cry of “wanker” (aah!) they proceeded to drive off into dim and not–so–distant Leith.
Well, they would have, if they hadn’t decided to drive around the block, speed over the roundabout, and pull up outside the front door where I was standing, and start to get out of the car.
Not really looking for trouble with 3 or 4 Neds — in Leith — at 2.30am in the morning — I decided it would be prudent to retreat back into the building before I ended up with a cheap imported copy of an expensive training shoe, or maybe one of those ones are shaped look like pies (loafers I think) in the ribs.
What the hell did these “people” think I would do? Stand there waiting for them? If that’s the case, they’re even thicker than I give them credit for, which isn’t much really. I hope there’s a heavily–reinforced brick wall with their names on somewhere close by.
If that paranoid egomaniac Blunkett has any bollocks to deal with real social issues, rather than the “homeland” vapour he’s been spouting about recently, let’s see him do something about this sort of thing: I’d be happy to pay for my oh–so–optional ID card if the price of it went towards buying a guillotine.
Having been offline for a while, I’d just like to express my utter heartfelt appreciation to all of those kind souls who a) bought me booze, b) forced me to drink said booze, and c) phoned the missus and took me home in a taxi when I became incapable of walking last Saturday.
I’d only planned to meet a few folk for a coffee and a chat, but the afternoon’s — and subsequent evening’s — conversations, entertainments and beverages were very much welcomed.
Of what I remember, it was a blast — what I don’t, it’s probably best forgotten! ;-)
Again, many, many, many thanks to all. When I have some spondoolicks (an old family word) I’d be more than happy to return the compliment to one and all.