My baby's a coolsie machine.

JPilot test entry. Let's see if it works at all. (Update: it did. KPilot, you are so gone. *pint* to theemptied!)

If you're going to be on crack, go all-out. After Wednesday's five-in-the-morning start, I voluntarily got up at 6am on Thursday and Friday so as to start as soon after eight as possible and finish at four. Eight-to-four shifts have one damn fine aspect, and that is having business hours left at the end of the working day to get stuff done in. I'll see how long I can keep this up.

The work itself is just fine. I now notice bank holidays: they're days I don't get paid. (No HLAGH HLAGH HLAGH, no checkie!) Today I solved two of my most annoying problems (with the UPS software: never trust a proprietary application in Java, write a script to kill it with an axe if need be) and hopefully made the SMB on Solaris someone else's. Next: get Sendmail working to and from the world on boxes on which all name resolution is done in /etc/hosts.

After work I hit Camden. Doc boots for redcountess and I. Cyberdog is annoyingly lacking in the mesh and silver I saw a few weeks ago — it's all T-shirts with touchy-feely (for the munters) rubber prints. Chiz! There's also a gorgeous new style of New Rock, which minigoth was wearing examples of last B-Movie. Sadly, the ones in Camden only go up to size 42. I shall be hitting newrock.es in due course, and getting a price on specially ordered size 47s if need be. Then to the Dev for a medically necessary *pint* and a howdy to felishumanus, who was jawdroppingly gorgeous in a Proper Going Out outfit based around a red satin cocktail dress made mostly of spaces. Did I mention how upset I was that my MP3 CAMERA is dead?

Then to the Hawley Arms (also in Camden) for kineticfactory's celebration of a year in Britain. (Today is coincidentally three and a half years since my own arrival.) He complained of the cafes and their music — rather than stuff selected by the hipster behïnd the counter, as in Melbourne, it will be the owner's Frank Sinatra CDs, because the eastern European girl behind the counter will favour either death metal or the Ukrainian Stock/Aitken/Waterman (forty-five-year-old men in flared polyester suits who make disco so they can fuck eighteen-year-old models). So Frankie's the go, really. Andrew also suggested the solution to the Fundamental Error of industrial music: build a machine to mechanically hit things with hammers. Met hazyjayne (another filthy polyamorist — she says to say hi to wintrmute and kitty_goth — and she seems to know everyone) and masterkill.

Then I went home. My goodness I'm dead.

Update: newrock.es is an unspeakable pit of Flash with sound, and newrockstore.com doesn't work in Firefox. There's good pics of the new style here. I think New Rock has really made a good goth boot at last. We did manage to get into newrockstore.com last night with Safari, and the new style only goes up to size 42 at all at present. Chiz!