The joys of joined up thinking....
I'm working for one public body, which has sites co-located with another publicly funded body. The teams are integrated, because...well...it makes sense. It would make more sense for everyone to belong to the same organisation, but that's life.
The problem though? Between the two organisations, on the level of IT there's no trust what-so-ever.
We're talking so little trust that the computers here for my organisation can't access any IP addresses outside of a tiny, tiny range....we've got so little access that actually installing a printer - one of the most basic tasks imaginable is taking an hour...
....because they need to permit this IP address to contact another IP address...which was blocked, by hand, on the switch....
...and I've had no tea for hours...
....aarrrgggghhhh!!!!
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
A comic interlude
Because of the request in the comments, here's another post.
I may talk about death at a later point - but now is not a good time. I've had far to much to drink to do that incoherently.
Instead, I have a fundamental question.
Both this and last saturday I had to go into town for trousers. The first time to buy them, the second to replace them. Now, both times I went to the same store - BHS - and both times I tried them off first.
Now, that store has rooms to try things on in, and both times I did what I and most other people would do. I used the first room on the left that was empty. (Most people look from left to right...no, really, we do. Try it sometime.)
The first time, I hung up the trousers, took off my jacket, went to hang it up - and noticed there were a few things which had been left in there. Specifically...specifically someone had taken in a number of things that I'll simply term "Skimpy and Revealing".
Oh well....try on trousers, no problem, I went to buy them.
Next week I went to return them and get a different pair, after they failed me in an unfortunate manner. However - this time, before heading into the changing rooms I checked for any signs indicating male or female.
I kept an eye out for such indications, but finding none, I used the first room to the left again. Only to be confronted by more products that on very casual observation appeared to be made...well, not much.
Now, my question?
Was I just unlucky, or is there women's underwear in every not strictly male changing room on the planet?
If so, Why??
I may talk about death at a later point - but now is not a good time. I've had far to much to drink to do that incoherently.
Instead, I have a fundamental question.
Both this and last saturday I had to go into town for trousers. The first time to buy them, the second to replace them. Now, both times I went to the same store - BHS - and both times I tried them off first.
Now, that store has rooms to try things on in, and both times I did what I and most other people would do. I used the first room on the left that was empty. (Most people look from left to right...no, really, we do. Try it sometime.)
The first time, I hung up the trousers, took off my jacket, went to hang it up - and noticed there were a few things which had been left in there. Specifically...specifically someone had taken in a number of things that I'll simply term "Skimpy and Revealing".
Oh well....try on trousers, no problem, I went to buy them.
Next week I went to return them and get a different pair, after they failed me in an unfortunate manner. However - this time, before heading into the changing rooms I checked for any signs indicating male or female.
I kept an eye out for such indications, but finding none, I used the first room to the left again. Only to be confronted by more products that on very casual observation appeared to be made...well, not much.
Now, my question?
Was I just unlucky, or is there women's underwear in every not strictly male changing room on the planet?
If so, Why??
Friday, August 15, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Point of decision
We are responsible.
We all are, in some ways responsible. for many things.
But for some things - our four legged friends - we are totally responsible.
There is no way to back out - to say, it's not our fault. We feed them; house them; we twist their natural patterns of life into things to suit us. They are more our responsibility then our children - for if we fail children they can be taken away. Schools will notice, doctors or nurses. Later on, they can leave.
But our pets - they are our responsibilities. Every ounce of suffering is ours to give - or take away.
We have to make the decisions.
But when do you make them?
The day you're told she's ill, and is going to die? We all die, some sooner then others. Right now, she's just got some odd symptoms and a bad blood test. Nothing will happen for months.
So you out it off, you say she's happy. It can wait - till there's something wrong with here.
Perhaps a little later, when the first overt symptoms develop. The arthritis starts to kick in. The thyroid problems need daily medicine - just like any human sufferer. But it's only a tablet, nothing to drastic. And she's still playing with her mice...till she eats them...
And anyway, one pill a day is easy. She just can't climb trees and catch birds midflight.
Or maybe later still, when she develops a hunger - a terrible desire for food, earlier and sooner every month. Still, it's only food - what's a doubling of the catfood bill?
Even then you think of the past - when we nursed her through a usually lethal disease, as she sat, night after night curled up with me. Hardly eating, being coaxed to take the smallest mouthful. Still, we made it.
What's a bit of cat food?
And slowly down the garden path of complacency you stroll, carrying the poor mite with you.
Sometime, somewhere you reach the last few turns in the path.
Shedding of fur, sleeping almost all the time. Her coat changing in days to a dull, differently textured affair. She's not comfortable anywhere, always shifting and moving.
Unsteady on her feet, sitting down the moment something or someone touches her. Not because she doesn't want to, but so that she can't fall.
Still walking down that garden path, knowing that one day - one day soon - a phonecall will be made. A friend called - a friend who's known her as long as us, who provides the drugs and advice. Tests and knowledge - the vet.
Some day the vet will visit, with a Solution. And every day you think that maybe....maybe the view tomorrow won't be that bad. Maybe I don't have to call.
But every day the path gets shorter - and you know how bad the garden is, down at the very end.
But the responsibility to make the decision...that's still yours. All yours.
And nothing can take it away.
We all are, in some ways responsible. for many things.
But for some things - our four legged friends - we are totally responsible.
There is no way to back out - to say, it's not our fault. We feed them; house them; we twist their natural patterns of life into things to suit us. They are more our responsibility then our children - for if we fail children they can be taken away. Schools will notice, doctors or nurses. Later on, they can leave.
But our pets - they are our responsibilities. Every ounce of suffering is ours to give - or take away.
We have to make the decisions.
But when do you make them?
The day you're told she's ill, and is going to die? We all die, some sooner then others. Right now, she's just got some odd symptoms and a bad blood test. Nothing will happen for months.
So you out it off, you say she's happy. It can wait - till there's something wrong with here.
Perhaps a little later, when the first overt symptoms develop. The arthritis starts to kick in. The thyroid problems need daily medicine - just like any human sufferer. But it's only a tablet, nothing to drastic. And she's still playing with her mice...till she eats them...
And anyway, one pill a day is easy. She just can't climb trees and catch birds midflight.
Or maybe later still, when she develops a hunger - a terrible desire for food, earlier and sooner every month. Still, it's only food - what's a doubling of the catfood bill?
Even then you think of the past - when we nursed her through a usually lethal disease, as she sat, night after night curled up with me. Hardly eating, being coaxed to take the smallest mouthful. Still, we made it.
What's a bit of cat food?
And slowly down the garden path of complacency you stroll, carrying the poor mite with you.
Sometime, somewhere you reach the last few turns in the path.
Shedding of fur, sleeping almost all the time. Her coat changing in days to a dull, differently textured affair. She's not comfortable anywhere, always shifting and moving.
Unsteady on her feet, sitting down the moment something or someone touches her. Not because she doesn't want to, but so that she can't fall.
Still walking down that garden path, knowing that one day - one day soon - a phonecall will be made. A friend called - a friend who's known her as long as us, who provides the drugs and advice. Tests and knowledge - the vet.
Some day the vet will visit, with a Solution. And every day you think that maybe....maybe the view tomorrow won't be that bad. Maybe I don't have to call.
But every day the path gets shorter - and you know how bad the garden is, down at the very end.
But the responsibility to make the decision...that's still yours. All yours.
And nothing can take it away.
Friday, August 8, 2008
Ok, to make it really clear.
Ok, to make it really clear.
Person one makes a choice.
That choice forces person two to do something.
Person one has power over person two.
Everyone with me so far?
What I heard on the radio was person one being applauded for making a choice that affects person two's life. Person two was being told that they should be more co-operative and do exactly what they were told, so person one can do what they want.
Or - person two was being told by an academic that person one should be in power over them, and that they should roll over and be a good puppy.
Academic didn't realise that they were supporting a position not of equality but one of power.
Where as I believe in equality, choice and coming to agreements together.
Everyone clear now?
Person one makes a choice.
That choice forces person two to do something.
Person one has power over person two.
Everyone with me so far?
What I heard on the radio was person one being applauded for making a choice that affects person two's life. Person two was being told that they should be more co-operative and do exactly what they were told, so person one can do what they want.
Or - person two was being told by an academic that person one should be in power over them, and that they should roll over and be a good puppy.
Academic didn't realise that they were supporting a position not of equality but one of power.
Where as I believe in equality, choice and coming to agreements together.
Everyone clear now?
Let me rephrase that...
After Loralai got the wrong end of the stick, I'm going to give another scenario that illustrates what I mean, that might be a little clearer.
Lets imagine a married couple, living in their house.
The wife nags the husband for a few years that they need to redecorate. But after being put off for a few years, she goes ahead and just starts.
Not just one room, but most of downstairs. The husband, against his will helps - because if he doesn't, he won't be able to sit down anywhere for several months...
However - finally, the end is in sight. The main thing left to do is the kitchen...but he's stopped from doing it, instead another room is emptied out and painted - because the wife refuses to allow paint brushes to be cleaned in her new sink once it's in place.
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We have a scenario where one person is entirely in the power of the other. They have no choice, but must simply go with the whims of of the other.
In the last post, we had a women, declaring that she "wanted it all" and was going back to work and simply expected the husband to pick up the slack.
My point was that the feminist professor seemed unable to see that, well, actually...this was somewhat understandable. Instead of being a Serious Problem that Must Be Addressed, which she seemed to think.
That the person with the power might be responsible...didn't seem to occur to her.
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Yes, I know - with working, money and marriage things are never that simple. I agree with you Loralai there. I was using the situation as a hypothetical example...not gospel.
Lets imagine a married couple, living in their house.
The wife nags the husband for a few years that they need to redecorate. But after being put off for a few years, she goes ahead and just starts.
Not just one room, but most of downstairs. The husband, against his will helps - because if he doesn't, he won't be able to sit down anywhere for several months...
However - finally, the end is in sight. The main thing left to do is the kitchen...but he's stopped from doing it, instead another room is emptied out and painted - because the wife refuses to allow paint brushes to be cleaned in her new sink once it's in place.
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We have a scenario where one person is entirely in the power of the other. They have no choice, but must simply go with the whims of of the other.
In the last post, we had a women, declaring that she "wanted it all" and was going back to work and simply expected the husband to pick up the slack.
My point was that the feminist professor seemed unable to see that, well, actually...this was somewhat understandable. Instead of being a Serious Problem that Must Be Addressed, which she seemed to think.
That the person with the power might be responsible...didn't seem to occur to her.
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Yes, I know - with working, money and marriage things are never that simple. I agree with you Loralai there. I was using the situation as a hypothetical example...not gospel.
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