Trainee firewomen and the damn internet

Lots is going on in the world, but I’ve been writing none of it down on this webpage.

I was theoretically using this site to mention to the world my ambitions for drumming.  I did some study, I got accepted onto a flash music course, and a year later I earned a certificate, coming away with a single launch, a music video and a couple of crap gigs under my belt.  Since then I’ve got a little less interested in the world of professional music performance, a lot more interested in recording and fully engrossed in internet radio.  The new widget on the right side of this page is testament to my new career systems administrating for; frankly the perfect job.  100% geeky and 100% musical.

So that’s me up to speed.  Shortly I shall be looking around for a nice covers band to play in, for fun and casual profit.  Playing drums for a crust is unrewarding in so many significant ways, but I suspect that playing them for fun again will bring back my sparkle.

Today has been great fun, I’ve scored out three tracks that I’m due to play for the guys at ukmg in a couple of weeks, I’ve been climbing, I’ve rescued a cat from some scaffolding and I’ve got an email telling me that the Guardian Job site has got its self hacked and has given my juicy juicy details away to evil hackers from MARS; the utter incompetent arseheads (the guardian, rather than the hackers. The hackers evidently know their shit).

The only saving grace is that my carelessness means that most of my data doesn’t make any sense.  They key to ID theft prevention is to make sure all your personal data is updated sporadically so none of it matches any other bit. Joy.

I phoned my bank to let them know foul agents could be at work and honest to god they said: ‘What does this have to do with us?[1]’…

‘You have my money’

‘The email you have wasn’t sent by us, or purported to be from us. All we can advise is that if you volunteer information related to your B******S account, you will not be entitled to cover under our fraud protection scheme.[1]’

So cheers guys, nice to see that A) you don’t have my back and B) you’re covering your own arses fine.  They’re going to get a letter.  Apparently if they’re informed of the risk they have a duty to take steps to protect my stuff.  We shall see, hopefully the random spread of data thats been stolen will render it useless.  I hope it pans out ok.

The cat was stuck on the second story of a scaffolded house. It managed to climb down a ladder to the first floor level which was boarded, but from there it walked off the boarding across a scaffolding pole to a corner and tried to psych itself up to jump to the floor.  It evidently knew it was a risk, it was too high to jump, but kitty was stuck, scared, mewing constantly and in no fit state to find the last ladder to the floor a few tens of feet away.  Also, since having made the commitment to the thin pole, it wasn’t ok making a U-turn to get back to the boarding.

I climbed onto a wall, reached up and tried to pick him up under his armpits, but like a clumsy idiot, I got my sleeve hooked on a bracket. The cat wasn’t much phased having been presented with an impromptu ladder and made a quick movement onto my shoulder. I managed to grab him so he didn’t fall the rest of the way down, unhooked my sleeve and couched so he could hop onto the wall and down to the floor.

He was very happy about having the ground back and seemed pretty keen to say thankyou.  Big cuddles all round.  He seemed to want to hug the floor too, rolling on it and purring..

Right, that was a long post. Shut up.

[1] Quotes are not accurate.