Interesting link from my VPRO TV guide. I could have done with a feature like this when I bought my house: the room planner at furniture.com let’s you do up your room… and then buy all the furniture you used.
Grrr. Evhead knows.
Lance Arthur confesses a major sin. Och laddie, my friends don’t even HAVE webpages for me to look at. They’re only getting used to e-mail now, and will probably never have a a page, let alone a site. ‘cept for Derek, of course, and his definitely auto-completes. Oh… and Stuart… but his is, let’s say… minimal.
I mentioned earlier this week that my new job description is webmaster/designer… (it used to be ‘internet editor’) and that I didn’t think that’s what I am. To me, a webmaster runs the server. Which is not what I do. But the wdvl (web developers virtual library) says: Webmaster n. person who manages a web; mediator between web authors and system administrator – ensures that applicable standards such as HTML validity and link liveness are met, optimises the web architecture for navigability, takes editorial responsibility for the content, quality and style of the site; finds, creates and installs tools to create web content and check consistency; develops and enforces the house style; liaises with graphic artists; provides first level user support. I can sort of live with that, but am still disappointed I’m not an editor. Not a journalist. A webmaster.
Tell us about your favourite album of 1999.
Thank God, I was so sick of her.
The other day a friend and I were discussing how for a lot of British kids there seem to be limited options to escape the shackles of their social class. Three choices, in fact: become a popstar, a football player or a criminal. And then there’s those who want it all.