The first hour of this week's @glennbeck weekend radio show was from 2010 "high atop Times Square". Took me a moment to figure it out… #
…It seems like an age since @glennbeck's NYC days. The 2010 radio theme was good, but 2011 was brilliant. Thanks for the flashback Glenn! #
The @glennbeck radio Christmas theme was kind of creepy too, but the 2011 one was fun. Happy Easter Glenn. I hope you had a great week off. #
Apparently there were five fatal car accidents in the Las Vegas valley area overnight. I really struggle to comprehend that. Tragic. #
@daniel_prime7 St. Kilda seemed to struggle early against GC last night. If we get off to a good start, I reckon we can take them on Sat PM in reply to daniel_prime7#
@craighutchy @talkthetolldown enjoying the call as always, but wondering if it will return to the AFL website? Hasn't been there this round. in reply to craighutchy#
@nat_forrest splurge at Easter, but save some for the following weeks. We can always find another "chocolate is good for you" story 🙂 in reply to nat_forrest#
@nat_forrest I knew I was old when I heard of Justin Bieber for the first time, in news reports about the Sunrise chaos… in reply to nat_forrest#
@nat_forrest everyone else knew I was old when I skipped my year 12 formal to go to a talkback radio host's Christmas cruise listener lunch. in reply to nat_forrest#
@DYLjCROSS they're contractually obligated to show "local" games outside Victoria, but can only show their four allocated matches in VIC in reply to DYLjCROSS#
Every few days Nattie and Pebbles go for a run in the afternoon instead of a walk. Usually they are taken up to the front oval of Campbell High School which is usually pretty quiet in the afternoon, especially in comparison to Reid Oval across the road, which is used by every football and cricket player, and every dog in the neighbourhood.
It also has the benefit of tiring them out, so that they want to have a sleep for a few hours when they get home. This is especially useful when it comes to Pebbles as she can be quite exhausting with seemingly near-endless amount of energy.
Anyway, while Nattie and Pebbles were having their run this afternoon, I filmed some of their activities. Enjoy!
Just on the US unemployment rate, whilst the official rate has fallen to 8.2%, this figure, like our unemployment rate, does not include people who have given up looking for work and are therefore no longer receiving unemployment benefits.
The number of people who are not employed and are not looking for employment has risen to an all-time record high of 88 million. That's 28% of the population. Real unemployment (ie. people who are out of work and want to find work) is actually around the 13 to 14% mark. The US economy has also suffered from the lowest rate of economic growth for any post-recession period in the last century. The economy there is hardly growing, the real number of unemployed is rising, and inflation is creating further problems. It's called "stagflation" and in many ways, the current President and his economic policies are to blame.
The recovery of the US economy is, sadly, a myth, and another four years of Obama will only make it worse. I'm not sure that the Republicans opposing him can turn it around quickly, but they will certainly try harder than Obama has and, I believe, do a better job than he has done so far.
Anyway, something more pleasant, the two little doggies Nattie and Pebbles were asleep downstairs a few minutes ago having dozed off while listening to you, Pebbles on a chair and Nattie on the footstool in front of the chair. A photo is attached which I hope you will like.
This evening Pebbles was playing with her toys when the Vacuum Monster interrupted her. She started playing with the Vacuum Monster instead and eventually had a bit of a victory.
I would like to take a moment to wish everyone reading this blog a very happy and safe Easter, regardless of whether you are observing the religious significance of the weekend or simply treating it as an extended set of public holidays.
Good evening and Happy Easter Andrew and Blocker…don’t let Daryl eat all the Easter Eggs!
A disappointing result for the Dogs today, but that’s what happens when you only play for one half, and don’t even win that half. Congratulations to the Bunnies.
As for tonight, I think it’ll be tight, but the home ground advantage might just get the Tigers over the line, so I’m joining Blocky in supporting the Tigers tonight.
Just a quick note to say that 2UE will be at the Royal Easter Show in Sydney today.
I’m leaving Canberra shortly to go there, and hope to see Stuart Bocking who is currently hosting the Breakfast show while I’m there. If I have a chance, I will post some photos later in the day.
If you’re going, I’ll be loitering near the 2UE stand for a little while this morning. Feel free to say hello.
I came across this a few minutes ago while reading a forum. I won’t link to the place where I found it because I’m sure the administrators of the site in question will want to delete it when they see it (after they recover from a laughing fit, that is)…but it deserves a wider audience.
Broken English in spam can be amusing, but the combination of broken English, some not entirely accurate technical information, a poorly integrated advertising bit which seems to be in the wrong paragraph, and descriptions of acronyms which don’t even come close, is what makes this the funniest bit of spam I have ever read.
What is an IPs
An IP (Online Protocol) Tackle is essentially how your personal computer or gadget is discovered on the world wide web. Any pc or system that is linked to the web has to be assigned a logical IP Address no matter whether it is from your ISP (World wide web Services Supplier) or your local router’s DHCP (Dynamic Host Configuration Protocol) server.
You can assume of an IPs like a vehicle’s license plate. Just about every automobile driving on the street (legally) has a license plate which is registered to the nearby DMV. The license plate is kind of like the car’s identification card, which makes it possible for somebody (generally a cop) to operate the plate and uncover out all sorts of info about the operator of the motor vehicle in which the license plate is registered to. An IP Address functions the same way. Every single personal computer browsing the online has to have some type of figuring out IP Handle, whether or not it be an IP assigned to the genuine pc, the router the laptop or computer is linked to, or the proxy server the personal computer is connecting with. This handle is what identifies a computer system on the online as a license plate is what identifies a car on the street.
A MAC (Media Access Control) Handle on the other hand is the bodily handle of the NIC (Community Interface Cards) in your pc (one thing like a serial amount). On broadcast networks, these kinds of as Ethernet, the MAC address distinctively identifies just about every node (workstation/computer) for distinct packet delivery. If you delight in analogies, you can variety of compare the a NIC’s MAC deal with to a vehicle’s VIN amount. The MAC identifies the bodily networking hardware as a vehicle’s VIN identifies a certain automobile. There are a lot of internet web hosting providers who can give u cost-free IPs, for example, blue host coupon codes is a coupon which you can sign up a online web hosting account at $3.95. You can even get a devoted ip with a couple of bucks.
The cause I chosen a automobile for my analogies is to help readers understand that a dynamic IP Tackle can transform just like a vehicle’s license plate range can be modified. But a MAC Address (beneath most situations) can’t be modified just like a vehicle’s VIN can not be transformed.
A static IP Address on the other hand is an IP tackle that you preserve frequent and never ever improvements (and normally have to spend a payment for). Acquiring a static IP is valuable for all those who operate servers or any type of gear exactly where you want for the IP tackle to always remain the similar.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go and spend a payment.
This afternoon (yes, I do sometimes sleep in the afternoon when I’m on night shift) I had a dream that I was a regular guest on a TV show. It was my role to opine on the news of the day, and it looked like the TV show was a breakfast show, although it wasn’t one of the breakfast shows which is currently in existence. Instead it was a show titled “Talking” and had a set which looked like it was built out of concrete in Soviet Russia (hmmm, Maritz will read this…I wonder what she thinks of concrete buildings?), with a few small square bits of coloured paper stuck to the wall to make it look less bland…not that it helped.
Anyway, I walked on to the set one day for my segment, took my seat and was approached by a producer who quickly whisked me away in to an office to inform me that I was not going to appear that day, and would instead need to wait around until the end of the show so that I could pre-record a month’s worth of segments. According to the producer, I was “very difficult and troublesome to work with” because I wanted a cup of coffee each day instead of the company’s usual glass of water. According to the producer, coffee was “hard to come by” and “goes off very quickly once opened” and it was therefore not feasible to buy a new jar of coffee every few days when I was the only person drinking it. Instead, what they were going to do was buy a jar of coffee once per month and make me one cup of coffee per segment so that the jar would be emptied, the coffee would not be going to waste, and they would only need to buy one jar per month instead of four.
I told the producer that this was insanity, and that it would be impossible to pre-record opinion pieces on the news of the day a month before the news had happened, to which the producer replied “but, pre-recording future events is easier, isn’t it? I mean, that way you don’t have to worry about being late with a story because you can be ahead of it.”
I stared at the producer blankly before bursting out laughing, but the producer didn’t get it. I asked him how he expected me to know what would happen in advance, and he informed me that it was simple.
“News is all on the teleprompter, so if we just scroll forward then you can read it and then record your opinion segment” he said.
I told him that he was nuts, and as his decision had the full backing of the network executives, I enacted the severance clause in my contract which entitled me to one free tin of coffee and three coloured squares from the studio wall, and I left.
My segment was replaced that day by Blinky The Fortune-Telling Clown who, after a month on-air, had a zero percent accuracy rating. Oddly, the ratings for the show went up, and he was awarded with two segments per day. The network even launched an advertising campaign for it: “Just as much Talking, with double in inaccuracy”.
The dream ended when I saw the ad for that in the newspaper.
Yesterday I had a dream that I was at work and was going about my business, walking along a corridor which looked surprisingly like the back corridors of the CIT campus in Reid. While I was walking I was handed some papers by one of my supervisors at work, and he advised me that the papers needed to be delivered to rooms 2 & 3 immediately. The papers appeared to be some of the usual correspondence that I receive at work on a daily basis.
I changed direction to head to rooms 2 & 3, but accidentally dropped one of the papers and it fell through a grate in the floor, down to the basement. I hurried down to the basement (which looked like the basement of my primary school) and saw that the paper had landed on some equipment, caught fire, and was levitating. I picked up a fire extinguisher and aimed it at the floating and burning paper, but it did not put the fire out, instead it blew it over towards a petrol tank which quickly became engulfed in flames, and exploded.
The explosion wiped out the entire suburb, however despite the speed at which this occurred, I was able to escape the area along with everybody else. We probably broke the land speed record.
I was approached by a fire investigator who asked me how the fire started. Feeling guilty, I tried to deny any involvement, however he marched me off to court where, upon meeting the judge, agreed to admit to starting the fire. The judge announced that he would sentence me to thirty years in prison, and that ten years of that sentence was a direct result of me lying to the fire investigator as the sentence he normally hands down for wiping out suburbs in explosions is twenty years per suburb (suburban destruction must be more common than I thought).
