Tuesday, March 26, 2002

RICHEY MANIC BREAKTHROUGH?
A pair of feet have been found on the banks of the Severn Estuary, prompting fresh hopes of a breakthrough into the disappearance of Richey Manic.
Two fisherman made the "gruesome" discovery at the weekend, alerting police after unearthing the feet, which were inside size eight, blue and white Diadora trainers.
Welsh police have now begun to contact the families of missing persons, including Richey Edwards, the former Manic Street Preachers guitarist who has not been seen for over seven years.
His last known location is thought to have been the Severn Bridge, after his car was discovered abandoned at a nearby garage two weeks after he disappeared.
The first foot, caked in mud and inside a sock, was found at Sudbrook near Chepstow on Sunday evening. The second was later found by police, after both were washed-up on a recent high tide.
A Spokesperson for Gwent police said: "We are checking on all missing persons, including Richey Edwards. The human remains had been in the water for some time and may have been dislodged by a recent high tide.
"It is very gruesome", they added. "The fisherman though it was just an old training shoe but, when he looked closer, he could see there was a sock inside with bones sticking out.
"The fact that the other foot was nearby suggests that the person had entered the water not too far away".
On the anniversary of Richey's disappearance in February, his parents were given the opportunity to declare him dead, as he had been missing for seven years. However, they declined, believing him to still be alive.

Friday, March 22, 2002

Friday Five

1. What is your favorite time of year?
"...we love the winter / it brings us closer together..." [guess who sings these lines???] ;)

2. What is it about your favorite season that, well, makes it your favorite season?
My birthday!!! ;)

3. What is your least favorite time of year? Why?
Summer - maybe cos I live in Italy, and it gets too hot over here in the summertime I cannot breathe.

4. Do you do anything to celebrate or recognize the changing of seasons?
Like wot? Dance in the forest with elves and fairies???...uhm....no.

5. What's your favorite thing to do outside?
Walking.

...ok, this weeks' fridayfive thingy was too silly. Honest. Hrm.

On another note, on the way from uni to the bus stop I bumped into Pedro Almodovar, the Spanish movie director, well, Giles says he doesn't know him, but he's pretty famous over here, he got some Oscar nomination a few years back, iirc, and won some other international prize, ever heard of a film entitled 'All about my mother'? Well, that's one of his films. Also, have been reading Simon Napier-Bell's book on English pop music biz that Giles sent me (which is really brilliant btw, last music-related book I'd read was Simon Price's biography of the Manic Street Preachers, which was...boastful!) while I was waiting for the professor to look at all the works and put some sort of mark on them...if i tell you I managed to read from page 1 to page 103 while waiting I think you can realise how long did it take him to do his job, can't you? Well, nevermind, like the book, me, hehehehe! On the bus I read through page 146...then I had to get off the bus!!! :-P Oh, and I think Sonia and I are going to the seaside to 'study' boats this Sunday, since I've never been on a sailing boat, only on motor ones (like the boat that goes from Salerno to Amalfi, or the one from Sorrento to Capri island, and on the frickin' bateau mouche in Paris, which was dreadful...) and on a gondola in Venice, hehehe, so we've got to see & check what it's like in there...have I already mentioned in here that for one of my classes I have to design a CATAMARAN???

Thursday, March 21, 2002

How quirkyalone are you?

Your score was 87. Very quirkyalone:
Relatives may give you quizzical looks, and so may friends, but you know in your heart of hearts that you are following your inner voice. Though you may not be romancing a single person, you are romancing the world. Celebrate your freedom on National Quirkyalone Day, February 14th!
mmmkay...found this thingy which should help me upload stuff more quickly, which is nice....for a tech idiot like me...
BBC News | EUROPE | Murder deepens Italy's divisions

Trade unions in Italy have spurned an appeal by Prime Minister Silvio Berlusconi to abandon a proposed general strike following the assassination of a labour ministry adviser.

Marco Biagi, a senior aide who had drawn up proposals for dramatic labour reform, was shot dead as he returned home on Tuesday night.

His killing, widely believed to be politically motivated, has raised fears of a resurgence of the political violence that plagued Italy during the 1970s and 1980s.

A claim that the attack was carried out by the left-wing Red Brigades has not yet been verified.

The murder comes at a time of growing tensions between the country's right-wing government and the unions, who fear the proposals will give employers far too much freedom to fire workers.

"In honour of Marco Biagi, a man of dialogue, we have decided to present a formal invitation to the social partners to resume negotiations immediately," said Mr Berlusconi, making clear however that his government intends to press ahead with reform.

But Italy's three biggest unions rebuffed the invitation, announcing that they would meet next week to set a date for a general strike in April.

They also called a nationwide strike for two hours on Wednesday to demonstrate against Mr Biagi's death. Tens of thousands gathered in the centre of Bologna, where Mr Biagi lived, to pay their respects in a rally organised by the unions.

Mr Biagi, a 51-year-old economist and law professor, was gunned down by two men on a motorcycle outside his home on Tuesday evening.

A crudely drawn symbol of the Red Brigades - an extremist left-wing urban guerrilla movement which was active in Italy in the 1970s and 1980s - was found scratched into the wall of Mr Biagi's house.

A man claiming to represent the movement telephoned a local newspaper and said the group had carried out the attack, but police have not confirmed whether the call was genuine or a hoax.

Correspondents say the assassination has thoroughly rocked the country.

Interior Minister Claudio Scajola cut short a visit to the United States to return to Italy, where he told an emergency session of parliament that the attack had been designed "to create a deep fissure in Italian society".

The country's main labour leaders were quick to denounce the attack, and Pope John Paul II has also joined the groundswell of outrage, branding the assassination "barbarous".

The Italian Football Federation also decided to observe a minute's silence at all matches as a mark of respect for the murdered adviser.

Mr Biagi is to be given a state funeral.

A few weeks ago, the Justice Ministry warned that Italy could witness a revival of politically-motivated terrorism.

On 26 February, a bomb exploded near the Interior Ministry in Rome.

During the 1970s and 1980s, Italy was plagued by domestic attacks from both right-wing and left-wing extremists, which killed hundreds and left a legacy of lingering political hostility.

In 1999, after years of relative calm, top labour ministry adviser Massimo D'Antona was killed in an attack allegedly carried out by the Red Brigades.

The group carried out many attacks in the 1970s - most notoriously the 1978 killing of former Premier Aldo Moro.

Tuesday, March 19, 2002

The Top 15 Signs Your College Professor Is Losing It

15> It's not the hand puppet that bothers you, but the fact that it ain't on his *hand.*

14> Your class in Romance Literature consists of him reading out loud from "Letters to Penthouse."

13> The third question on the final is "milk, bread, eggs, and that kitty litter Punkin likes."

12> Demands each class begin with students standing on desks exclaiming, "Oh, Captain, my Captain!"

11> Prerequisites for her Economics seminar include the 64-count box of crayons with the sharpener in the back, a Slinky, and a working knowledge of Duck, Duck, Goose.

10> Pierces his bow tie.

9> "Your homework assignment is to eat chapters 15-25 of 'A Movable Feast.' And yes, I WILL be checking your stool."

8> Begins class by urinating around podium to mark her territory.

7> Gives grades based on the taste of her students' feet.

6> Has started dressing like Madonna, but he just doesn't have the figure for it.

5> "I don't just teach Abnormal Psychology -- I'm also a client!"

4> Abandons blue books and insists that your final exam must be written on the shaved back of a rabid wombat.

3> Has tenure, yet actually teaches his own classes, shows up on time and prepared, and states that attendance is required, exam grades will not be curved, and final grades will be based solely on merit.

2> Writes "See me" on the top of your paper -- then underneath writes "I *am* still visible, aren't I?"

.......and Topfive.com's Number 1 Sign Your Professor Is Losing It...

1> He uses his cool hepcat persona in class then switches to his bucktoothed dweeb persona when he goes out club hopping.

[The Top 5 List]
[ Copyright 2000, 2002 by Chris White ]

Monday, March 18, 2002

(I reckon non-architecture-crazy people may not be interested in this....nevertheless I found it thought-provoking!!!)

LONDON DIARY

by David Clee

London is the developed world's fastest growing city, we reported this week. Within two decades, there'll be nearly a million extra people within the city gates. Experts say that means approximately 700,000 extra homes. But where are they going to be built?

Planning regulations are strict in London, unless you want to put up a DIY superstore or carpet warehouse, in which case whole districts will be levelled at your earliest convenience. House builders cannot build outwards, because we have a Green Belt that protects small towns from city sprawl and, central London apart, they cannot build upwards because there is apparently something in our make-up that means we go crazy at altitudes higher than about four stories.

In London's recent growth period, builders have got around the conundrum by using 'in-fill' sites. Down my way, they've already converted an old cinema into flats, have their eyes on an old hospital and estate agent rumour has it they are also looking to redevelop a series of secret nuclear bunkers near a Tube station.

As that last plan suggests, there must come a time when there is no in-fill to fill in. At least Mayor Ken Livingstone is aware of the problem and is now banging the drum for taller buildings, the latest scheme being a tower near London Bridge that would dwarf even Canary Wharf. That plan may yet fall on the altar of regulatory vertigo, but similar ideas will keep coming back as London grows. Okay, I've made the rational case for going higher, but I have to admit the other reason for my stance is that, ever since reaching adulthood, I have been disappointed that our city does not, at least in part, resemble the megatropolises of sci-fi comics that I grew up on.

Sunday, March 17, 2002

Alien Abductions Incorporated's Abductalizer

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Saturday, March 16, 2002

Britney doused with urine!!!! hahahahaha!!!!!!!! :-D
Friday Five (i'm late again...):

1. What's your favorite animal?
i like dogs, but i get scared too easily, and takes me ages to 'make friends' with them, especially with big ones...i'm not very fond of insects and reptiles, but, well, if they stay away from me i can't complain...

2. What pets have you had in your lifetime?
none, if excluding my sister...

3. Is there any specific pet that you've wanted but never had? Why?
either a cat or a dog...not sure why.

4. Are you allergic to any animals?
yes, i'm allergic to Sardinians...what? they're not animals? well, you've never had the _pleasure_ to meet Eugenio (yes, i'm naming names, can't be bothered of consequences, plus i know he's not going to read this, and if he even was, he can't speak english so there you go...), have you?

5. Do you have any 'pet' pet peeves (your pets or others')?
i hate people keeping birds in cages, birds should fly, and they can't if trapped in cages...same applies to people owning snakes. for heaven's sake, they're not *DOMESTIC* animals, if such a ...and to those who own a dog but can't take care of aforementioned dog cos they work full time even on weekends and live alone...let's not speak of kids and adults abusing and mistreating pets, also...
and now something *really* SILLY...

Silly Pudding:

2 tsp ground psyllium seeds . l/2 cup soaked raisins. l/2 cup sliced bananas. 8 oz apple juice more water if needed Shake juice, raisin and psyllium in a glass jar.. pour into a bowl and top with banana slices...

:)

(dedicated to all my silly-pudding-friends!!!)
La Pastiera Napoletana - Neapolitan Grain Pie (same cake, again, from another site...)
from pizzatherapy.com (especially for Nit!!!)

Easter Rice Pie (pastiera)

Ingredients

10 eggs
2 lbs ricotta
1 1/2 cups sugar
2 cups rice (cooked)
2 cups milk
1 teaspoon vanilla
l tap cinnamon

Directions

Beat eggs
Add remaining ingredients until smooth
If too thick add a little more milk
Pour in greased oblong pan or two square pans or round pans.
Bake 1 hour at 350° F or until knife comes out clean when testing.


same cake, but from another site:

Pastiera

At Easter time, this dish is never missing at the table in Naples. But besides tradition, the Pastiera is a dessert that is greatly appreciated and loved on any occasion, also far away from Naples. The recipe, each family has one - some prefer it with a strong orange-blossom scent, some like it more delicate, some use cream others do not. And more, the great discovery that has revolutionised the preparation of the Pastiera is the availability of tinned pre-cooked wheat. If there is no wheat, there is no Pastiera. But up to 1992, every one had to leave it to soak and then cook it, which was quite a complicated operation. Naturally there are still the "real" Neapolitans, who tenaciously resist the temptation of preserved wheat.

Procedure:
Cook the wheat and the milk, the grated orange peel, a teaspoonful of sugar and the vanilla, on a very low fire, for approximately 20 minutes. Prepare the pastry of the outer crust like a normal short pastry. You can substitute the lard with the same amount of butter, softened at room temperature. Knead the dough a little, just enough to make it homogeneous. Put it in the refrigerator till when it is required to line the mould.

Pass the ricotta cheese through a sieve, to eliminate any lumps, and incorporate the sugar, beat with a spoon. Then add the egg-yolks, one at a time, the lukewarm wheat, the orange essence, a pinch of cinnamon and the candied fruits cut in small pieces. Mix well, then add the whipped egg-whites, and mix delicately.

Heat the oven to 180°. Spread two thirds of the short pastry with a rolling- pin, and use it to line a mould, with 24 cm diameter. Cut away any uneven parts and pour the filling onto the pastry. With the remaining pastry, cut small strips to decorate the surface of the cake, and put it in the oven to bake for at least an hour. Let the Pastiera cool in the mould, and sprinkle it with icing sugar. The Pastiera is usually prepared some days earlier, because with time the tastes merge better.

Ingredients for the pastry: (for 8 persons)
400 g flour, 200 g lard, 200 g sugar, 4 egg-yolks

Ingredients for the filling: (for 8 persons)
200 g tinned moist wheat, 3,5 dl milk, the peel of half a non-treated orange, 170 g sugar, a bag of vanilla, 250 g of ricotta cheese (best if it is the Piedmont region type of ricotta), 3 eggs, a vial of orange-blossom essence, cinnamon, 60 g of mixed candied fruits (cider, orange, etc,)

Thursday, March 14, 2002

today's AORTAL link: waferbaby » photos » the eye project - cool idea.
PENCILS UPDATE:

pencilcases don't work. pencil holders on my desk don't work. so i made a cardboard retirement home for pencils, in memoriam of all the vanished pencils...

it's currently nailed onto the wall, and has already welcomed my new tiny tech pencil and two spalding fancy pencils.

hope it will work...

Wednesday, March 13, 2002

I keep losing pencils. Not the wooden ones, I mean tech ones. Bought a new one this afternoon (a lerveley 0.5 micromine thingy, small and bright...it's PINK!) and now I'm worried I may lose this one as well...

Monday, March 11, 2002

SAIL AWAY...

is there anybody who knows, well, anything about...CATAMARANS??? yup, i mean the boats...i've got to design one for an exam due at the end of this term....but have no clue where to start...help??
I won't be blogging on a daily basis in the next coupla months, since I've got to focus on what's left to be done to get out of uni...so, I'd better not "waste" time on the net...I'll be posting the relevant stuff, which, since my social life is close to be non-existant, should mean I'll be posting here something like twice a week or so...

oks, off and out to uni now!!!

Saturday, March 09, 2002

I've put a few pictures on the left bar of this blog (for those who don't know what I'm rambling on about, i.e. those who got in here only typing the toyoito etc. address, if you enter this website from here, and click on the pseudo-Daria thingy, there's a left bar next to the blog....as there are a top and a bottom bar as well...), cos I'd grown bored of the old pic of me. I should rebuild the whole website, since I continue telling myself I should move the whole business to another server, but:
i) I'm lazy these days
ii) I actually have little time anyway, cos, well, the fact that I've passed a(nother) exam last Monday means little, since I've got a few more to sit for in the hopefully near future...

Before I forget, I wanted to say BIG THANK YOU to Mr Winston (of whom I have no picture to put on the hall of shame of the aforementioned the left bar, luckily for him!) for psychological support via sms messaging, life is still poo, nevertheless it's nice to know not everybody is annoyed by you.

Ok, yesterday's pizza thing report: about 20 people from the tech (former) class (hurrah!) suspiciously looking at each other afraid that the professor could turn up as well, but, luckily enough Angela (who actually had invited him!!!!!! mega-shocker!!) said he was out of town. The "kids" got half drunk at the first sip of beer...Rrrrrrrosario (ok, it's not actually spelt that way, just Rosario, but he's from Sicily, so there you go...the weird pronunciation of some letters etc...), or, as Sonia has re-named him, just Ross (which makes me think of David Schwimmer, or however that's spelt), was particularly loud, and kept rambling on about how tragic is the situation back in his hometown, Gela, he says mafia owns nearly everything and youngsters either run away or get caught by the mob. That's sad, especially if all the clever youngsters go away, cos all that will remain down there will be the Mafioso lot...horrible thought. :( Mariagrazia was as loud as Ross, but all she kept doing was laughing like a hyena. The guy sitting next to me, whom I have no clue who he was, somebody from the class? never seen him...anyway, the bloody guy kept yelling in my left ear, thinking that the sound would've gone through my brain and then gone out through the other ear to reach Angela...the thing he'd not considered is that my head's not empty, since my brain occupies all the room, so that's no good amplifier. Thus, his yelling only caused me massive headache.

Anyways, the pizza was delicious (I think I've been in that restaurant some other time, for someone's 18th birthday, probably somebody from my school, can't remember who, though.), and *IT HAD NO MINT ON IT* (hint for Winston), just delicious buffalo mozzarella (yummy!) and what we call Pachino tomatoes, that are cherry-sized tomatoes coming from a place in Sicily called Pachino (duh!). Oh, and basil, of course.

Got back home at about half past midnight, with Sonia, on her scooter. For the record, it was pissing with rain. But I'm not dead. As Winston put it, that's sushi's job, nor pizza's (nor scooters in the pouring rain's, if I may add).

And.........this morning I suddenly woke up by some unbearable noise...it was by my sister playing Ricky Martin's OOEH-PAH!!!!! song (c'mon, you know what I'm talking about, the one that goes "un dos tres...un pasito bailante Maria! ......ooeh-pah!!!!!" etc....), full volume...needless to say I LOATHE Ricky Martin.

Hrm.

today's AORTAL link: c u l t o f d e g a n . c o m [musings....obsessive ramblings] well, lovely layout, all white and....greek???very classical, then i gathered she's from Canada!!!!!! silly me!!! :)
explodingdog 2002...this guy draws pictures from titles people send to him...i think.

Friday, March 08, 2002

Friday Five

1. What makes you homesick?
not being able to eat a decent pizza abroad. no, I mean seriously. I think if I have to move anywhere abroad for work/business, I'll definitely have to make my own pizza!

2. Where is "home" for you? Is it where you are living now, or somewhere else (ie: Mom & Dad's house, particular state/city)?
home is where I feel comfortable. at the moment I don't, so apparently I'm not at home, even if I'm actually "at home"...uhm...hope that makes sense...ok, I'm miserable and sad today, please check back this webbie later.

3. What makes it home for you? People? Things?
uhm...people, I guess. though there are a very few people I can say I feel comfortable staying with, and I'm not even sure if that's the same for them, so, since I don't want to be a pain in the side of anybody, I'd better stay by myself.

4. Where is the furthest you've been from home, miles-wise?
miles-wise??? I barely know that kilometres-wise!!! anyway, I think the furthest away I've been has to be...Llandudno, North Wales!!!!! that isn't *that* far away, is it? I'd really love to travel for a bit after I'm graduated, but don't ask me where I plan to go, cos I don't know that...yet.

5. What are your plans for this weekend?
tonight I'm going to this pizza place (see yesterday's entry...) with people from university. actually, I was so happy about it yesterday, but if they'd called me now to plan the whole thing I would've said, "well, count me out"...have no clue what I'm doing on Saturday/Sunday, yet. I'm probably going to Porta Portese market with my sister to waste my Sunday morning, but I'm not quite sure of that,
either...

Thursday, March 07, 2002

Today's statement: Japan's "suburban Berlin" is my song of the week.
oooooh slept like a log most of the day, still have to realize that no, i don't have to wake up at 4 in the morning anymore to finish my drawings for the tech exam, and that i'm not going to see the commerzbank tower in a long, loooooooooooooong time (unless *i* want to....needless to say i *don't* want to!!! hehehe).......hurrah!

anyway, i'm going out tomorrow night with some people off the tech class, should be fun, i mean, just for once we won't be talking about the exam!!! LOL we're going to this pizza place called 'popi-popi', it's cheap, still it's very nice...already been there ages ago, for someone's birthday, but can't remember whom...oh well. so, it will be around 20 people from uni.....

on another note, not related to uni, nor to pizza, i need help. i think i'm in love. no, i mean seriously. aaaaaargh!

HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wednesday, March 06, 2002


What Flavour Are You? Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.Cor blimey, I taste like Tea.


I am a subtle flavour, quiet and polite, gentle, almost ambient. My presence in crowds will often go unnoticed. Best not to spill me on your clothes though, I can leave a nasty stain. What Flavour Are You?

Tuesday, March 05, 2002

no posts during the last 24+ hours...i was trying to have a day off the world, both the online and offline ones....i'm knackered but.........I SCORED 30/30+ AT MY TECHNOLOGIES FOR ARCHITECTURE EXAM!!!!!!!!!!!!! am marvellous genius!!!!! heheheheheeee!!!!! :))))))))

Sunday, March 03, 2002

today's AORTAL link: :: Laura Holder ::
beautiful pictures, and, well, i'm jealous, i want to go to Costa Rica too!
or anywhere else. please. i'm fed up by shabby Rome, me!!!!! aaaaaaaaargh!
1.Two vultures board an airplane; each is carrying two dead
raccoons. The stewardess looks at them and says, "I'm sorry,
gentlemen, only one carrion allowed per passenger"

2. Two boll weevils grew up in the deep South. One went to Hollywood
and became a famous actor. The other stayed behind in the cotton
fields and never amounted to much. The second one, naturally, became
known as the lesser of two weevils.

3. Two Eskimos sitting in a kayak were chilly, but when they lit a
fire in the craft, it sank, proving once again that you can't have
your kayak and heat it, too.

4. A three-legged dog walks into a saloon in the Old West. He slides
up to the bar and announces: "I'm looking for the man who shot my
paw".

5. Did you hear about the Buddhist who refused Novocain during a root
canal? He wanted to transcend dental medication.

6. A group of chess enthusiasts checked into a hotel and were
standing in the lobby discussing their recent tournament victories.
After about an hour, the manager came out of the office and asked
them to disperse. "But why?" they asked, as they moved
off. "Because," he said, "I can't stand chess nuts boasting in an
open foyer.

7. A woman has twins and gives them up for adoption. One of them
goes to family in Egypt and is named "Ahmal." The other goes to a
family in Spain they name him "Juan." Years later, Juan sends a
picture of himself to his birth mother. Upon receiving the picture,
she tells her husband that she wishes she also had a picture of
Ahmal. Her husband responds, "They're twins! If you've seen Juan,
you've seen Ahmal.

8. These friars were behind on their belfry payments, so they opened
up a small florist shop to raise funds. Since everyone liked to buy
flowersfrom the men of God, a rival florist across town thought the
competition was unfair. He asked the good fathers to close down, but
they would not. He went back and begged the friars to close. They
ignored him. So, the rival florist hired Hugh MacTaggart, the
roughest and most vicious thug in town to "persuade" them to close.
Hugh beat up the friars and trashed their store, saying he'd be back
if they didn't close up shop. Terrified, they did so, thereby proving
that Hugh, and only Hugh, can prevent florist friars.

9. Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time,
which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate
very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he
suffered from bad breath. This made him.... what? (Oh man, this is so
bad, it's good) A super callused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.

10. And finally, there was the person who sent ten different puns to
friends, with the hope that at least one of the puns would make them
laugh.Unfortunately, no pun in ten did.


(via Darren Wyn Rees)

Saturday, March 02, 2002

This week's AORTAL link: nutz. - half personal journal, half crazy weblog.
i like the background image, makes me think of a pic-nic party... :-P
(listening to glenn miller to kick duran duran out of my head...)
btw, after sleeping like a log for 11 hours (!) I woke up suddenly sitting on the bed and slapping my forehead saying: 'I didn't close the inverted commas!!!!!!' - THAT'S where I got the html wrong!! LOL

***note for myself for the future: don't write html when you've been working for ages in a row and are as tired as if you've carried all your fambly members on your shoulders from Rome to New York - yes swimming in the atlantic ocean, that is.***

so, the person responsible for sending me the troubador egg recipe is Mr Giles Ward of the Wards of Berkswell, near Coventry.

HA!!! I WIN!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!!! :-D
Since in my country - that's Italy, btw...as if anybody's interested in knowing that....ok, am digressing...was saying, since in my country the parliament is discussing wether to let the old royals put their dodgy feet back on motherland (yup, cos, well, they'd been booted off right after WWII...), I thought would've been fair enough from me to check what the basic meet-the-royals rules are, one never knows, I may happen to bump into the King or the Queen of Italy, and I don't want to look thick or anything, heaven forbid....
so I found the following on London.net ...alright, I know they're not talking about the Savoia fambly in there, anyways I reckon it's the same...or not??

LONDON DIARY

Royal Do's and Don't's

Meeting royalty, even with 12,000 other people around, can be a confusing and humiliating experience for those untutored in the often impenetrable rules of protocol. Luckily, LondonNet has been given a draft copy of advice put together by the royal household.

The Queen's Summer Concerts in Buckingham Palace Gardens - Do's and Don't's

On Arrival:
- Do: Marvel at how the Queen has time to keep up with the gardening.
- Don't: Ask an official why the huge Palace grounds can't simply be made into a new London open space, linking Green Park and St James' Park.

During the concert:
- Do: Clap (preferably in that endearing, out-of-time way pioneered by royalty) whenever an act mentions how great this country is.
- Don't: Wangle a backstage pass, collar Sir Paul McCartney and ask him straight, 'whatever happened to rock 'n' roll?'

Patience in the Face of Hysteria:
- Do: Smile condescendingly and then politely inform American visitors that 'We Want Liz!' is not the correct form of address.
- Don't: Complain that after 50 years of waiting, and 50 years of your taxes funding her dysfunctional family, you'd think the least she could do would be to show up on time.

For the Encore:
- Do: Wave your little paper Union Jack wildly when the inevitable happens and Cliff Richard turns up.
- Don't: Ask why in hell's name he never moves his feet when 'dancing'.

Dining Protocol:
- Do: Compliment the Queen on the super spread she's put on, especially her famous crustless salmon and cucumber sandwiches.
- Don't: Eat pickled onion flavour Monster Munch before breathing all over Her Majesty and other important personages.

Oh dear, I'm caught short:
- Do: Use the Portaloos kindly provided by Her majesty for the use of her loyal subjects and Corgi dogs.
- Don't: Sneak into the Palace itself and relieve yourself on a royal 'throne'

When the Curtain Falls:
- Do: Volunteer to help the Queen and Prince Phillip tidy up all that litter.
- Don't: Invite all your mates round for a right royal after hours knees-up.

The Day After:
- Do: Allow yourself the indulgence of a smug grin at the office, enigmatically murmuring that 'you are not in a position to report' what happened.
- Don't: Admit the whole thing was a sickening display of back-slapping fake-bonhomie and cringe-making sycophancy.
Here's a few new words and phrases that are unlikely to see the pages of
a dictionary:


BLAMESTORMING: Sitting around in a group, discussing why a deadline was
missed or a project failed, and who was responsible.

SEAGULL MANAGER: A manager who flies in, makes a lot of noise, craps on
everything, and then leaves.

ASSMOSIS: The process by which some people seem to absorb success and
advancement by kissing up to the boss rather than working hard.

SALMON DAY: The experience of spending an entire day swimming upstream
only to get screwed and die in the end.

CUBE FARM: An office filled with cubicles.

PRAIRIE DOGGING: When someone yells or drops something loudly in a cube
farm, and people's heads pop up over the walls to see what's going on.

MOUSE POTATO: The on-line, wired generation's answer to the couch
potato.

SITCOMs: Single Income, Two Children, Oppressive Mortgage. What yuppies
turn into when they have children and one of them stops working to stay
home with the kids.

STARTER MARRIAGE: A short-lived first marriage that ends in divorce with
no kids, no property and no regrets.

STRESS PUPPY: A person who seems to thrive on being stressed out and
whiny.

SWIPED OUT: An ATM or credit card that has been rendered useless because
the magnetic strip is worn away from extensive use.

XEROX SUBSIDY: Euphemism for swiping free photocopies from one's
workplace.

IRRITAINMENT: Entertainment and media spectacles that are annoying but
you find yourself unable to stop watching them. The O.J.Simpson trials
in America were a prime example. Bill Clinton's shameful video Grand
Jury testimony is another.

PERCUSSIVE MAINTENANCE: The fine art of whacking the heck out of an
electronic device to get it to work again.

VULCAN NERVE PINCH: The taxing hand position required to reach all the
appropriate keys for certain commands. For instance, the arm reboot for
Mac II computer involves simultaneously pressing the Control Key, the
Command Key, the Return Key, and the Power On key. For Windows it's
Ctrl, Alt, Delete simultaneously.

ADMINISPHERE: The rarefied organizational layers beginning just above
the rank and file. Decisions that fall from the adminisphere are often
profoundly inappropriate or irrelevant to the problems they were
designed to solve.

404: Someone who's clueless. From the World Wide Web error message "404
Not Found," meaning that the requested document could not be located.

GENERICA: Features of the landscape that are exactly the same no matter
where one is, such as fast food joints, strip malls, subdivisions.

OHNOSECOND: That minuscule fraction of time in which you realize that
you've just made a BIG mistake.

WOOFYS: Well Off Older Folks.

PHONESIA: The affliction of dialling a phone number and forgetting whom
you were calling just as they answer.

(via Darren the marshmallow :-P)

Friday, March 01, 2002

FRIDAY FIVE

1. What's your favorite vacation spot?
I reckon it has to be London, but haven't been there on a *real* holiday in ages.....

2. Where do you consider to be the biggest hell-hole on earth?
Eboli! anytime!!!

3. What would be your dream vacation?
oh, just *any* vacation would do fine for me, but if I have to choose, then I'd say Polynesia!!!

4. If you could go on a road-trip with anyone, who would it be and why?
not telling! ;)

5. What are your plans for this weekend?
resting...i've got an important university exam on monday!!! keep fingers crossed for me!!!!! :)
nopey, it wasn't my fault then, it still doesn't work........sorry winston, but blogger seems to hate your email.....slices code in half and keeps messing it up with other html aaaaaaargh! :(
uhm, i meant to say that last post was brought to you with compliments from posted by giorgia at

How to fry and Egg on an XP !
To start with we need a system, this is mine !
The basis of this system is:
XP1500+ CPU
MSI K7T266 Pro-2 Raid Motherboard
720gig Hard Drives (this is a fileserv rig)
Juno P6 Case
24x Liteon CDRW
16x LG DVD
Soundblaster Platinum + Livedrive
Floppy.
Now to the test:
The tools needed are:
1 x Egg
1 x Roll of Silver Foil
1 x Brown Sauce
2 x Slices Bread
1 x Heatsink
The heatsink was important when thinking about this test, and I wanted something completely different from "The Norm"
I wanted people to think "Cool, Thats er, wierd"
I think with this design I have managed that, I decided to make the heatsink out of copper coins consisting of 1p and 2p (sterling) coins.
Now to setting up the test:
I used the Silver Foil to make a tray,
I Then clipped the Copper Heatsink onto the CPU using ThermoResin, I normally use Arctic Silver but this was just way too thin for the ridges on the coin matching the top of the CPU core.
The system was now ready to run.
I ran through all the usual tests to make sure everything was set up correctly and ready to run, with everything sweet I turned the machine on.
I waited for 3-4 minutes and the coins started to heat up which was good as I wanted to fry my egg on this heatsink.
I then placed the tray onto the heatsink ready for the cooking.
Running the Test:
I cracked the egg into the tray.
I knew this was not going to be a quick task as the heat transfer was not upto the quantities of a normal frying pan.
It was a tedious task waiting for the Egg to cook but 11 minutes later it was loverly
With everything completed i shut down the PC and took the tray off the heatsink and promptly removed the egg and put it onto my bread with a little Brown Sauce and WooHoo, Food time
I have to admit that it tasted as good as one cooked in a pan !!
Now, next time I want Bacon as well

Trubador.

(via posted by giorgia at