Thursday, 7 January 2010
Wednesday, 6 January 2010
Dad's Gonna Kill Me
Out in the desert there’s a soldier lying dead
Vultures pecking the eyes out of his head
Another day that could have been me there instead
Nobody loves me here
Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
You hit the booby trap and you’re in pieces
With every bullet your risk increases
Old Ali Baba, he’s a different species
Nobody wants me here
Nobody needs me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
I’m dead meat in my HumV Frankenstein
I hit the road block, don't know howI never hit that mine
The dice rolled and I got lucky this time
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
I’ve got a wife, a kid, another on the way
I might get home if I can live through today
Before I came out here I never used to pray
Nobody loves me here
Nobody wants me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s in a bad mood, Dad’s got the blues
It’s someone else’s mess that I didn’t choose
At least we’re winning on the Fox Evening News
Nobody loves me here
Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dawn Patrol went out and didn’t come back
Hug the wire and pray like I told you, Mac
Or they’ll be shovelling bits of you into a sack
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me.
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
And who’s that stranger walking in my dreams
And whose that stranger cast a shadow ‘cross my heart
And who’s that stranger, I dare speak his name
Must be old Death a-walking
Must be old Death a-walking
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Another angel got his wings this week
Charbroiled with his own Willie Pete
Nobody’s dying if you speak double-speak
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
7 muzzle monkeys standing in a row
Standing waiting for The Sandbox to blow
Sitting targets in the wild west show
Nobody loves me here
Dad’s Gonna Kill Me
Oh, Let Me Take My Chances on the Wall of Death
Let me ride on the Wall Of Death one more time
Let me ride on the Wall Of Death one more time
You can waste your time on the other rides
This is the nearest to being alive
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
You can go with the crazy people in the Crooked House
You can fly away on the Rocket or spin in the Mouse
The Tunnel Of Love might amuse you
Noah's Ark might confuse you
But let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
On the Wall Of Death all the world is far from me
On the Wall Of Death it's the nearest to being free
Well you're going nowhere when you ride on the carousel
And maybe you're strong but what's the good of ringing a bell
The switchback will make you crazy. Beware of the bearded lady
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
Let me ride on the Wall Of Death one more time
Oh let me ride on the Wall Of Death one more time
You can waste your time on the other rides
This is the nearest to being alive
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
Let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
Oh let me take my chances on the Wall Of Death
Tuesday, 5 January 2010
Down into the Dungeon...
Where I have a little store. The company chairman thinks this is a works-related store. Well, I do occasionally store a few tools or materials in here for work, but really its my stuff, that I've got no room for at home at the moment. Roll on the lottery win.
Oh. and images in this post are all over the place. It's because I did it using Picasa, and Blogger-in-draft, and I can't figure out how to edit the html to get them to do what i want them to do.
Kiln furniture
Cane Handles, the circuit board was part of a kiln vent control system a geek friend made for me.
Ceramics Review back issues and a Lewis Chess Set cast in resin and aged by mine own fair hands.
Ah- look! A test piece for the house-portraiture in 2/3 scale, a landscape bowl with an island in the middle, a bisqued (in 1989) teapot...
This is "Acta Eruditorum", of February1684, the equivalent in its day, of Scientific American.
The book is in Latin, in those days the universal language of the learned, though the second paragraph is in Swedish.
I have about three or maybe four bound editions from the 1680s.
Its a long story. I saved these and some other books and papers from destruction.
Oh. and images in this post are all over the place. It's because I did it using Picasa, and Blogger-in-draft, and I can't figure out how to edit the html to get them to do what i want them to do.
The basement...
And the store
I just accumulate stuff. It's not my fault. There's a v8 engine, a motorbike trailer, must get that ebayed.... Tools Tools Tools A Landrover hardtop and rear door, A landrover SWB roof-rack...
Pottery materials, oxides.
a roll of 1350 degree celsius rated fiberfrax
Kiln furniture
Cane Handles, the circuit board was part of a kiln vent control system a geek friend made for me.
Ceramics Review back issues and a Lewis Chess Set cast in resin and aged by mine own fair hands.
Ah- look! A test piece for the house-portraiture in 2/3 scale, a landscape bowl with an island in the middle, a bisqued (in 1989) teapot...
there's some other stuff there, my ancient books and newspapers.
The book is in Latin, in those days the universal language of the learned, though the second paragraph is in Swedish.
I have about three or maybe four bound editions from the 1680s.
Its a long story. I saved these and some other books and papers from destruction.
Sunday, 3 January 2010
Site/visitor meters.
I have two, Site-meter, and activemeter. They didn't both start counting right at the beginning, but even accounting for that there's a big discrepancy between what they pick up.
Some people are completely invisible. I know they've been, and when, if they left a comment. But sometimes neither of the counters recorded a visitor at that time.
Now I'm not obsessive about it, honest...
The thing that interests me most, is a) referrers... Where did you come from, a sidebar link on somebody's blog? Google? where?
and b) Where in the world are you.
That's only approximate, of course, the info is where your isp's server is located.
Like this:
You're a linux user? I'd never have guessed.
Somehow I thought you might have a shiny mac....
Then again, I bet hmmmmm......
Grit in the Gears
This Week's Visits and Page Views
Anyway, it having just ticked past midnight, and work at six in the morning, oh sadness, I'll just compare the two counters again, see what discrepancy they've amassed on an unusually busy page-hit day.
Sitemeter, 400 page views
Activemeter, 435 page views
Plus the uncounted invisibles...
So if anybody's got a better counter, I'd love to hear of it, G'night everybody....
Some people are completely invisible. I know they've been, and when, if they left a comment. But sometimes neither of the counters recorded a visitor at that time.
Now I'm not obsessive about it, honest...
The thing that interests me most, is a) referrers... Where did you come from, a sidebar link on somebody's blog? Google? where?
and b) Where in the world are you.
That's only approximate, of course, the info is where your isp's server is located.
Like this:
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You're a linux user? I'd never have guessed.
Somehow I thought you might have a shiny mac....
Then again, I bet hmmmmm......
Grit in the Gears
This Week's Visits and Page Views
Anyway, it having just ticked past midnight, and work at six in the morning, oh sadness, I'll just compare the two counters again, see what discrepancy they've amassed on an unusually busy page-hit day.
Sitemeter, 400 page views
Activemeter, 435 page views
Plus the uncounted invisibles...
So if anybody's got a better counter, I'd love to hear of it, G'night everybody....
50,000th visitor
Something odd is happening though.
One post, with pictures of lighthouses, here has been getting an avalanche of hits all from the same google-image referrer, and all of the hits come from isps in Germany, Austria, and Switzerland.
If any of you are reading this page... please tell me how you got here, and why, because I can't figure it out. Currently, that page has been accessed 357 times today, which is 357 times more than in all of last week.
Ahhh:-
Hinweis weiterleiten
Falls Sie diese Seite nicht besuchen möchten, können Sie zur vorherigen zurückkehren.
Now, I never learned german, but I think it says (roughly) The site you were trying to visit refers (transfers?) you to.. gritinthegears etc. If that isn't what you want, you can return to the previous page. Looks like a glitch in Google.de's image search Nothing I've done, anyway.
Saturday, 2 January 2010
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