Clock

Clock, Tick, Tock, Tick, The Ticking, Talking Clock.

Readies

Money money money, Dosh dosh dosh, Can I lend a tenner, I'll give your car a wash? How about a loan Just to see me through, A drinks what I need, Just a few quid will do,

Three Morons

There were three of them, at first.

Setting Time on the ABC Server

08/10/09 Some notes on setting the time. Setting from the command line The date command: date MMDDhhmm.ss (Seconds are optional; omit .ss if just setting to nearest minute.) To set the year too: date MMDDhhmmYYYY.ss (Once again, seconds are optional.) To discover what time and date the server thinks it is, use the date command without arguments. Good to know, but it shouldn't be necessary to set the time from the command line. The ntp daemon The...

Notes on PHP

22/10/09 PHP Tags tags enclose PHP code when mixed with HTML. Abbreviated tag not good. Don't use ?> in PHP only file - not required and can cause problems with trailing whitespace. Comments As for C++. Comment conventions for Drupal: /** * Open comment as above. * Succeeding lines, asterisk with single space indent. * Final line: indented one space, as below. */ Variables First character always $, second always a letter or underscore,...

Apache - File Permissions

13/11/09 Copied ABCtalesradio files to ABC server. To test, put them in the directory previously occupied by booktribes.com. Tried to access via www.booktribes.com . Apache returns 403, access denied. tail /var/log/httpd/error_log shows: (13)Permission denied: access to /index.html denied The (13) indicates that the problem is with file permissions, not the Apache config. Checked that all directories and scripts 755, all files 644. setenforce 0...

Woman with a telescope.

Curling clouds, of permanent waves, pinned back, her bright eye is pressed against the eye piece; in love with the light that freckles the black, like the freckles constellated on her face.

Psychotta

I'd kiss you I'd kiss you endlessly And when you got up to leave Graciously I'd keep you Keep you here with me And stroke your face And tell you truthfully That I don't think anyone's

Orpington

I want to climb into the cave of your mouth And explore, explore and keep on exploring Be closer to your lips, your teeth, your tongue Stay in that sacred place until morning.

Untitled

We sat supping cheap pints Awkwardly on low stools Faces warmed by an open fire Various Louises' on the wall

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