Farty's Fortunes

Thursday, 29 October 2009

The Other Love Of My Life

Oh, my darling, how I've missed you! Can you forgive me for ignoring you all day? I must say, you look absolutely enchanting in those clothes, are they new? I'd like to gently peel them off, then slowly enter you and bury my face in your pillows. You're so warm and inviting, from your head right down to your, er, foot.


Wednesday, 21 October 2009

Computer Terms Illustrated

Seems I've still got a few of these to write up. Honestly, dozens. Maybe I could do one of these a day for a month?

HTTP Error 502 - Bad Gateway

Connected to host


Static Ram

Garbage Collection

Authoring Tools

Memory Leak




Thursday, 15 October 2009

Ying Tong Iddle I Po

In a last, brave attempt to drag this blog back into the land of the living, I have decided to have a go at that NaBloPoMo thingy. It sounds really complicated; according to the website, "Post every day for a month. That's all you have to do."

The month will be November, but I'll try to work up some momentum between now and then.

Wish me luck.

Thursday, 1 October 2009

Killing Two Birds

Remember me? I used to have a blog that I cared about. Then I got hooked on Twitter and let it all go to pot. Yeah, sorry about that. I'd promise a swift return to normal service, except I never did figure out what was normal for this blog in the first place.

So what has Farty been doing, I hear you ask?

[Reader: So what has Farty been doing?]

I'm glad you asked that. Helping Mrs F to babysit our new grand-daughter quite a bit, if you must know, but in between that, I was at a wedding Oop North three weeks ago as "Official Photographer", and have been weeding out the crap, balancing colour, straightening things up etc. to try and achieve something more-or-less presentable for the happy couple. Who are now back from their honeymoon and asking awkward questions, e.g. why is the sky blue, will the universe expand forever and does anyone still watch Ellen?

Any road up, at one point we were at the beach and Mr & Mrs M decided to make this pose:Beach
I think they're expecting me to add some sort of witty caption, but my mind has gone blank blanker than usual. Can you help?

P.S. Lesley, stop drooling, he's spoken for.