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So, what’s this blog all about?

Saturday, April 14th, 2007

Good question.

This is a place for me to post random “off-topic” articles pertaining to my interests outside of the world of web development. As I’m a professional web designer, being a geek is part of the job description, so expect to see plenty of posts about video games, professional wrestling, TV, music, computers… anything except “on-topic” posts about web design, search engine optimisation (SEO), and the state of the web generally.

Whether I have the time to post all this material is another matter entirely.

And who are you exactly?
I’m Mathew Browne, a freelance web designer from the United Kingdom. MB Web Design is my business, www.mbwebdesign.co.uk is my domain name, this is my site. What you’re reading now, however, is my personal blog. Nothing to do with web design, nothing to do with search engines and nothing to do with HTML. In fact, this blog really is just a big self-indulgence.

What are all these adverts on this blog?
[If you did actually ask yourself this question, then clearly I finally got round to adding the adverts.] There should be adverts to third parties featured on this blog, provided via Google AdSense. This is the only area of the site where you may expect to see external advertising. As this blog serves no business purpose – it is solely a place to post “off topic” links, articles, photos and random thoughts that others might appreciate – I thought I’d try to fund this blog by other means. Without veering too much into “on topic” territory, blog advertising is a contentious issue – this will be an interesting exercise in online advertising if nothing else. (Now please click on the pretty adverts.)

And now for the tough questions:

Sonic or Mario?
Sonic. I never owned a Nintendo as a kid, so for pure nostalgia, Sonic wins it. Mario 64, however, is the greatest game I’ve ever played.

Ryu or Ken?
Ken. His Dragon Punch has flames.

Coke or Pepsi?
Can I have Mountain Dew instead?

Axl or Slash?
Tough call. Slash, because he still puts out records.

Tea or Coffee?
Nothing, nothing beats a cup of tea. (I hate to play up to British stereotype but it truly is the finest drink.)

Blur or Oasis?
1996 says hello. I didn’t care then and I care even less now.

Nintendo Wii, Xbox 360 or Playstation 3?
It’s the Wii for me. Despite the silly name. I’d really like one for my birthday. (Louise, this is aimed at you.)

So then I got totally wasted and woke up in Antigua

Monday, August 7th, 2006

Not quite. But still, what have I been up to recently?

I was supposed to visit the in-laws a few weekends back but backed out to go and see Guns N Roses. In a nutshell: great show, but he turned up late again and I didn’t get home until 4. The ginger prick. Shared the nightbus with two journalists from NME, one of whom had so much cleavage on display it was painfully obvious they knew where the afterparty was and were going to use her feminine charms to get in. I think I was right – they got out at Regent St, which is where the afterparty turned out to be. When passing through Canary Wharf I happened to see a pair of bums sitting on the pavement. Turns out the truth was far worse, it was Liam and Marek!

Work has been plodding along – I’m a little anxious to fuck off for my holiday now, to be honest. I have nearly finished all the websites I’ve been working on, so a long holiday is due.

I took the day off on Friday to attend the funeral of one of my best friend’s father back home in Wales.

As I’m sure you’ll agree, the best way to deal with grief, or anything else for that matter, is to drink yourself stupid. And that’s exactly what happened. It seems to be a little-known fact that the Welsh are just as keen on wakes as the Irish are. I’m digressing…

I went out with my friend and a bunch of people I hadn’t seen in about 4 or 5 years, but it was if I hadn’t left. One chap in particular – a training MMA fighter, no less – took it upon himself to get everyone else drunk at his own expense, then jab cocktail umbrellas into his scalp, and then yell a Quagmire-esque “Giggidy-giggidy” at passing barmaids. At one point I had 3 Guinnesses, 2 double-vodka Red Bulls and a tequila in front of me. In retrospect I’m quite grateful I didn’t shit or piss myself.

18 hours later, I’m sitting on a park bench outside the pub where we’d managed a lock-in, but pretty sober. Or so I thought. Turns out I was still drunk. I didn’t get my hangover until Sunday. Though it wasn’t as bad as I’d feared, seeing as I’d had a fat Sunday lunch to soak it all up courtesty of my Mum.

One final note – the Missus has the first of three exams this morning. (The other two being tomorrow and Wednesday.) So, if our flat was a station right now it would probably be called Tension Central. Or maybe West Stressbury. I’m hoping she flies through the exams this year and the next two, and becomes a doctor. Then the station would be called Bank.

Over and out.

It’s my birthday tomorrow and I couldn’t be less excited

Friday, June 9th, 2006

My early present to myself was seeing Guns N’ Roses at Hammersmith Apollo on Wednesday night. In case you don’t know this, and in which case you’ve probably never talked to me, Guns N’ Roses are my favourite band. This makes my disappointment at their show two nights ago all the more palpable. You see, they appeared on stage 2 hours late, thus ensuring that the tubes would be closed by the time they were finished. Furthermore, the 2 hour wait was exhausting, given the heat of the venue on what had been a boiling day. The only saving grace is that I’d had the good sense to get seats for the show – two rows behind Brian May, Roger Taylor and Elle McPherson, no less. So I ended up getting home at 3am Wednesday night/Thursday morning, only to have to get up again 4 hours later as I had a presentation to give at Hammersmith hospital the next morning. I’ve always been one who values his sleep dearly, so I was incredibly gutted.

The show itself? It was pretty good actually, but by the time they’d come on stage I was already looking forward to announcement that the gig had been cancelled so I could just go home at a decent hour.

My plans for tomorrow were to go and have some drinks with friends. Unfortunately, most of these friends are football fans and insist on watching England’s match. I won’t watch it on principle – I’m not sacrificing one minute of any day to watch that shit, let alone on my birthday. So I’ll join them later and make sure we only venture into pub without a telly, in what may prove a vain effort to avoid football altogether.

I’ve been up to my eyeballs in work recently. But that’s a good thing – it’s all been freelance web design work. In addition to the NHS forum I’m setting up, I have completed a site for a photographer in North London. Unfortunately, good web design practices didn’t fit in with the minimalist style of site she wanted so it really isn’t suitable to be showing in my portfolio. I did try to convince her to adopt some good web practice (i.e. not having a splash screen, not making your links invisible on hover) but she was having none of it. And the customer is always right as they say…

The sites I’m still working on are for a wedding photographer, a cleaning company, an event planner and a communications company.

But it’s only in the last 24 hours that things have really picked up – an estate agent and a big media firm have asked me for quotes. I realise that doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll get them, but I am pleased that I’ve made a sufficiently good impression that they’d ask.

And now comes the unwelcome burden that is tax self-assessment. Although given the nature of my work tax shouldn’t have to be taxing. My records should look something like this:

Date – service: website design – cost
Repeat.

I hate the taxman.

This is what I like to read…

Tuesday, May 16th, 2006

Link

The Tuesday Linkdump

Tuesday, March 14th, 2006

Links.

Chef, you fucking hypocrite.

Why can’t this sort of thing happen to me?

Nine Inch Nails fucking with Guns N’ Roses, part 1: a photoshopped Axl Rose taking the photo

Nine Inch Nails fucking with Guns N’ Roses, part 2: note the sign above the door

Getting a UFO to work: proof that British Rail lost it’s marbles decades ago

Bet she still loses her keys

Dumped.

My weekend.

Sunday, March 12th, 2006

I’ve had my parents staying for the weekend, which has been nice. Despite being our guest my mother has insisted on cooking, then criticising the weight I’ve put on in recent years. Joyous.

I was pleased to hear that a good friend of mine (and reader of this blog) has finally plucked up the courage to ask out his crush, and is waiting eagerly for their first date. How very Dawson’s Creek.

My father and I were out shopping on Saturday, passed a generic electrical retailer and were rather pleased with ourselves at Wales’ 8-0 lead over Italy. We weren’t so pleased when we got home to find we’d drawn the match 18-18, at home no less. We were equally unimpressed by today’s cack-handed performance by England against the French. What a load of bollocks this Six Nations tournament has been. However, it must have been great for the bookies.

Speaking of sport, rumour has it that Joe Calzaghe will headline a monster night of boxing in the Millennium Stadium, sharing top billing with Ricky Hatton. Looks like I’ll be in Cardiff on July 8th then… Of course, barring a sudden lottery win or the abolishment of airport taxes, this will certainly put paid to my plans to see Guns N’ Roses in both Dublin on June 9th and Paris on June 20th. Nevermind. Speaking of Guns N’ Roses, Gilby Clarke is playing in London in May. I must get myself a ticket.

On Friday I’m at Guy’s hospital manning a stand promoting the site that I’d made for work, in the company of a Nobel prize winner, no less. I also need to somehow find the time to get the medical image database up and running, which is a tall order considering I know fuck all about databases or web servers, and my go-to guy leaves his job on Friday.

Ooh, and I won a Wrestlemania T shirt. If good luck comes in threes, then I’m due my third soon…

Guns N Roses -related Youtube entertainment

Tuesday, March 7th, 2006

I found these amusing. Maybe you will too.

Axl Rose works at McDonalds

Guns N Roses parody

There’s a fantastic sketch starring Will Ferrell as a boss with anger management issues, but I can’t find it at the moment…

Clever, puntastic title goes here

Thursday, February 23rd, 2006

I have to give a presentation tomorrow, which I am not looking forward to. It’s all about this database I’m supposed to be implementing. Except I haven’t yet. So I’m hastily throwing together some mock-ups in preparation, then making a powerpoint (and working out just what I’m going to say) this evening.

Guns N’ Roses (my favourite band ever, if you’ve never noticed) are going back on tour this summer. I notice that they’re currently scheduled to be playing in Dublin on June 9th, and at the Download festival in Derby on June 11th. I’m crossing my fingers and hoping that they schedule a London gig in-between, which would also happen to be my birthday. ROCK!

My tickets for the WWE Smackdown taping at Wembley Arena arrived yesterday – 11th row! Woooo! (Tumbleweed rolls by). Speaking of Wembley, just how fucking stupid are Paddy Power (the bookmakers)? They start taking bets on whether or not Wembley Stadium will be finished in time for the FA Cup, and what happens? A steady stream of men in hard-hats in the Wembley area place huge sums of money against it. Oh, and they don’t receive a SINGLE BET on it being completed on time. And they’re paying up! Excellent job, Paddy Power. By the way, I have some magic beans for sale, if you’re interested…

Can’t wait for the weekend. 48 hours free of work and stress. Looking forward to the boxing on Saturday, though I fear the Skelton-Williams match will descend into a shitty hold-and-grab contest. On Sunday my friend Tom is visiting to watch the Wales-Ireland game. Should be a good’un.

Chinese Democracy tracks hit the net

Thursday, February 16th, 2006

If I was to say I had 2 tracks from “Chinese Democracy” by Guns N’ Roses (over a decade in the making) on my playlist, you’d probably call me a liar. You’d be wrong. God bless CD leakers.

Here is an abridged version of what I’ve been up to lately:

Saw the Superbowl with a bunch of friends from halls. Unfortunately, the owner of the bar acted like a self-indulgent prick who kept giving his own horrendously one-sided commentary, given he was a Pittsburgh Steelers fan. (And I was supporting them too, thanks to a £20 bet)

Saw the Wales-Scotland rugby match with a friend I went to school with, which was nice.

I have to make a presentation about a database I’m working on. Snag is, I haven’t done anything yet – in fact, thanks to a slow moving tech support group I don’t even have the server to play with yet. Unimpressed.

Work is plodding on. I suppose I’d enjoy it more if I had the certainly of a permanent job, but thanks to the glacier-like progression of grants within the funding system, I still have 3 weeks to wait until I know either way.

Generally, life is a little boring. Need something like a lottery win to spice it up. Having said that, I did win £32 on Euromillions last week. (I bought a ticket despite the fact that – according to the bookies -  Elvis Presley is more likely to crash a UFO into the White House then you are to win the Euromillions jackpot. I think I believe them.)

Diary of a sadman

Thursday, January 26th, 2006

I was accused yesterday of being sad. Not sad in the depressed sense of the word either. Now let’s just review the evidence shall we?

- Today I got up at the break of dawn to queue in the freezing cold in order to obtain a wristband that provides me access to an autograph signing. The celebrity in question is a wrestler.
- I then had McDonalds breakfast. On my own. (By that I mean I was the only customer in the store.)
- I then actually LOL’d (“laughed out loud”) when a monitor in the window of Silverscreen was displaying the blue screen of death.
- I just used the terms “LOL’d” and “blue screen of death” and it doesn’t feel that stupid.
- I am now sitting at my computer listening to a playlist which includes the Beach Boys, the theme music of the Cannonball Run, and four Street Fighter music discs, which were only released in Japan.
- Having just eaten one of those Kinder Hippo things.

Now come on. Does that sound like the diary of a sad man to you? What? Yeah, well fuck you for thinking it!