The Floating Face August 30th, 2006
So, Fyse is not always the most organised of fellows. Not much to argue about there, it’s a well established fact. Somehow it slipped his mind that his free webhosting with the the SRCF expires this summer, and that at any moment his website might disappear in a puff of smoke. While he was planning to sort out new hosting before leaving for three weeks in Cornwall, he may not have quite got round to it.
Therefore, if The Floating Face is suddenly not around for a while, do not panic. He will return some time soon after the 25th of September, when he is back in Cambridge and has a few spare hours to mess about in front of a computer. Right now he has a hundred things to sort before he can go to sleep, and leaves early tomorrow for a mahoosive drive. He may find time for the occasional post while away, but in the meantime he suggests you check out some of the bloggers linked from his sidebar. Except that if the site goes down the link list will no longer be there. In which case he hopes you enjoy all the bitchin’ error messages the server sends your way…
The Floating Face August 27th, 2006
Fyse has just put on another jumper and is still cold. The air conditioning in the computer room is completely mental, and he wonders whether this is what the whole of the US is like. If all New York buildings are kept at this sort of temperature then no wonder they have power issues. Only here because his computer is in its death throws, he is rudely startled from his reverie when the CD drive pops open. Fyse removes the freshly burned copy of ‘ABBA Gold’, replacing it with a blank disc labelled ‘The Ultimate Michael Jackson Collection - Disc One’. Next on his list are ‘Queen’, ‘The Beach Boys’ and something ominously called ’80s Disco Megamix’. Fyse is seriously concerned about the long-term effects of such a concentrated dose of uber-cheese.
The music is to take with him to Cornwall, where he is company manager for a student show at the Minack Theatre. A good few CDs of upbeat sing-along music will prove invaluable when coercing people to wash-up dinner for 50 people. Fyse is also scouring shops for assorted items of frivolous nature, with which to fill the enigmatically named ‘Box of Joy’. Infantile items please students immensely, and he plans a raid tomorrow on the local ‘Early Learning Centre‘. There is much else still to do, but preparations for Cornwall are only one of the many things occupying Fyse’s mind at the moment.
His summer working at the British Antarctic Survey is coming to an end, and typically it is only in the last few days that the interesting results have become apparent. He has a presentation to give on Tuesday (his last day at the lab) as well as a report, neither of which have been written. On Wednesday he moves house, posing the tricky problem of transporting all his worldly possesions across Cambridge, single-handed and without a car. Then on Thursday morning he leaves early for the eleven hour drive to Cornwall, having collected various tools for the set builders, posters for the producer and props for the stage manager. Between now and then he must also sort out new web hosting, buy new contact lenses, wash all his clothes and meet with the relevant professor to finalise his job for October. He is then away until the 25th of September with minimal internet access.
Well, it’s hardly like you’ve heard much from him lately anyway…
Fyse August 22nd, 2006
People really do type the most bizarre things into Google…
- photoblog taking my temperature
- you have such a february face
- inflatable man shape flailing arms
- i was a human guinea pig
It’s a pathetic excuse for a post, but at least it’s something, eh? You now know I’m not dead. Silver lining and all that…