Nate the Deceiver

So this happened.

On this particular overcast day, I was just standing outside my office with a workmate (a usual spot for some of these weird encounters) minding my own business, talking about some random thing or other.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a guy walking down the waterfront. I don’t think anything of it, until I notice he’s walking towards us. He mumbles something I can’t understand, so I go “what?” Thinking he’s just looking for directions or something.

“What did you just say?” He asks. “Nothing” I reply, mostly because I can’t actually remember what we were talking about, but partly because it’s none of his damn business IMHO. “You said something about me. What did you say?” Workmate and I look at each other, kinda confused. “Na sorry man, we weren’t talking about you.” He did not take this well. He gives us a look which can only be described as ‘the evils’ before shouting “YOU’RE DECEIVING ME! YOU’RE DECEIVERS!” and walking away.

My workmate thought this was hilarious, and wasted no time telling anyone in the office who would listen about our weird encounter.

Personally, this is one of the scarier things to have happened to me I think. The guy was clearly unstable. I don’t know what his deal was, but that’s what scared me. What lengths would he go to rid the world of these deceptive deceivers that deceived him so deceitfully? Is he unstable enough that he’d come back to take revenge?

This happened a few months ago, and nothing more came of it. So I suppose my fears were unfounded, but it did highlight to me that you really know nothing about the people you encounter on a daily basis. This guy looked like he’d just walked out of a meeting. Clean shaven, well kept, nice-ish suit. Just a regular guy.

I’d love to know what he thought we (who were not even aware of his existence before all this) could be saying about him.

Gotta love Wellington.

Boiling an egg

At my place of employment, we occasionally have a challenge. Called the Friday Challenge. Not always on a Friday, not always challenging. But fun nonetheless. Anyway, today’s task was to give instructions on boiling an egg. I like my submission, so here it is:

It’s actually really easy.

Step 1: Music. The music is the most vital step in the process, so it’s important to get it right. I suggest something upbeat, but not too upbeat. You’ll want a playlist, as this could be a lengthy process, and you don’t want to be caught in the middle with no music. This also helps to lull the egg into a false sense of security, and keeping it calm during the boiling process.

Step 2: Attire. Attire is important in the egg boiling process. Attire can be used to controll how hard or soft the final product is. But you have to be careful not to overdo it. If you’re overdressed, the egg will be intimidated, start shaking, and the yolk will break. You don’t want this. However, underdress, and the egg won’t take you seriously and will not cook all the way through. I suggest smart casual as a good middle ground. Add a tie or jacket for a slightly harder egg, or undo a button or two, for a softer, runnier end result.

Step 3: Attitude. As with attire, you must have the correct attitude when dealing with eggs. Eggs are generally considered mischevious, nasty, vengeful beasts that will do their utmost to make your life difficult. Don’t anthropomorphise your eggs. They’re not vindictive, they’re not evil. They are eggs. They don’t hate you, they’re just doing what eggs do. Remember this, and be sure to appear in controll at all times. Eggs can sense and will react to fear. Show them none. If you believe you’re in control, they will too.

Step 4: Water. Getting the eggs into the water can be difficult for a first time boiler. There’s not much I can tell you here, this is trial and error. A good tip, is to cover the egg in a wash cloth when carrying them to the pot. If they can’t see where they’re going, they won’t struggle. Keep in mind though, that eggs don’t like being covered, and may squirm. Try to lull them a little first. See step 1. Also, gently stroking them helps too. Do not sing however. Eggs have an impecable sense of hearing and if you’re even slightly out of tune, it’ll aggrevate them. Best to leave it to the professionals.

Step 5: Boiling. Now, boiling will kill the eggs. Nothing to be done about that. Circle of life and all that. Once you get the eggs into the water, you should be prepared for screaming, begging and pleading. Just tell the kids to get out of the kitchen, and turn up the music. The eggs might scream too, but don’t worry. Many scientific studies have been done, and it has been shown that they just do this as a form of echolalia. They can’t actually feel anything, they’re just mimicking your kids/SO’s screams. One fringe study even suggests that they don’t really scream and it’s all in your head. If it helps, hold onto that.

Step 6: Serving. Finally, now that you’ve murdered… I mean boiled your egg, it’s time to serve it. This mostly comes down to personal preference, but here are some ideas:
On a plate.
In a bowl.
In the bin, because eggs are disgusting.

In conclusion, boiling an egg, is really not hard. Most people shy away from trying, because they’re intimidated, or they’ve heard horror stories about people doing it wrong. Boiling an egg correctly should not be dangerous, and even if you do mess it up somehow, fear not. Loss of limb only happens in the rarest circumstances. Now what are you waiting for! Go make me some eggs!

Fucking OTEP!

I’m loving them atm! Just angry, angsty, fuck-you-all kinda music. So good!

March of the Martyrs

Starts with this amazing intro, which I can imagine giving small children nightmares!
“suffer, suffer, SUFFER!!!”

Then the guitar and drums deliver a double punch to the gut, and you get these epic grungy vocals that only Otep Shamaya can deliver.
“YOU WILL KNOWWWW, I WILL SUFFER SO YOU DON’T”

My heart starts reacting
My soul starts collapsing
I’m dancing in fire again

I’m burning & bleeding
The parasites are breeding
It’s me versus me versus them

Just absolutely love this song.

The song is from the album “The Ascension” released in 2007. (Where have I been right?)

Obviously not for everyone, but if you like angry screamy music, you should definitely give them a listen. If not, that’s ok too

Spotify link

Ye, if you could just read this, that’d be great.

Sarcasm over text. Nothing new here. Everyone knows it’s damn near impossible to tell if someone is being sarcastic over text. This leads to people either overdoing it, or having other people think they’re legitimately stupid. How often have you read something on the internet and gone:

was that sarcasm

Well, the guys at glennmcanally.com thought they could fix this problem (in 2004… ye, I’m late to the party. I’m sorry.) Their idea (borrowed from H.L Mencken) was to create a left leaning font, to indicate that the writer is using sarcasm. I like this idea. So I’ve included said font (as you can see earlier in this paragraph.)

So now, anytime you see something written like this, you should read it like this:

you don't say

So lets give this a try. I’m loving doing support work again.

Looks good!

Chemical Reactions

No story to this one, just some awesome videos of chemical reactions 😀

So this stuff is called Mercury(II) Thiocyanate. Apparently it used to be sold as a firework called “Pharaoh’s Serpent.” You’ll see why in the video.

 

Explosive polymerisation of p Nitro Aniline. This is freaking cool! Skip to around 1:23 for the good bit. Also, turn the sound off. You won’t miss anything except tinny classical music.

 

Sulphuric Acid and Sugar. Skip to around 2:20

 

Oxyhydrogen – Explosive water… ’nuff said.

Also, check out his other videos! He does some pretty cool stuff.

 

Coke and Chlorine

 

Lithium combustion

 

Cuttlefish and salt. (No, it’s not alive. Listen to the explanation.)

 

Sodium acetate and water

 

A variation on that one.

And finally, superfluid helium. Don’t think this counts as a reaction, but superfluids are weird and awesome.

Uber l33t h4xx0r5 did it…

This is a story about why you need to worry about the security of your website even if you’re just a small, local business. Also why you need to be really careful with who you trust to build your site for you. Especially if site in question is for your business.

So I had a car I wanted to sell. I’d gotten into an accident a few months before, and while I walked away unscathed, the car didn’t get off so lightly. It was a write off.

I’d had private buyers come round to look at it, but once they saw the extent of the damage, they pretty much fobbed me off. Fair enough. I was expecting as much beforehand. They were talking about fixing it up and flipping it for a quick buck, which I knew wasn’t going to happen.

The scrap value of the car was probably pretty high, because most of the panels, widows, doors, lights etc. were all in pretty good shape, but I was never going to strip it myself. So I decided to sell it to a wrecker.

So I did what any self respecting geek does when he wants to… Well, do pretty much anything. I turned to Google.

I found a local wrecker and filled out a form on his site, (which, as it turns out, was my mistake.) Got a call within about ten minutes, and organised a meeting for later in the day caller A. I’ll call him Aaron from this point on for simplicity. Then I forgot about it and went back to doing whatever it was I was doing beforehand.

About fifteen minutes later, I got another call. No problem, I thought to myself, Aaron probably forgot to mark the call as handled or something. I told the new caller not to worry, that someone else had already scheduled a time to come and look at the car.

Ten minutes later, and the phone rang again. What the fuck, this is getting ridiculous. I tell the guy, (Bob from here on out,) that he’s the third person I’ve spoken to, and can he please do something to stop it. “I’m just asking some simple questions, there’s no need to get so upset.” “Yes, but you’re the third person in less than an hour asking them.” “You’re being really rude. I’m trying to help you. Do you want to sell the car or not?” At this point I blacked out. When I came to, I was shaking and my throat was hoarse. I can only guess at what happened, but I imagine I started being really rude, possibly profane. and almost certainly loud.

I decide to text Aaron and asked him to stop all these other callers, and also to register my annoyance at the idiot Bob. My phone rang again. Luckily, it was Aaron this time. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m the only one that handles these calls…” Oh. Shit.

Fast forward to later in the afternoon, and Aaron and another guy (whom we’ll call Carl) come around to look at the car. Afterwards we start talking about the whole hundred phone calls thing. (Ok, not quite a hundred, the final count was 4 calls, but still annoying.) Turns out, Carl is the one that looks after the website. After some sniffing around Carl had determined that the old webmaster (Dan) had set up the ‘contact us’ form to also send an email to himself. Apparently, Dan didn’t leave on such great terms, and it would not be beneath Dan to sell contacts to other wreckers in the area.

If I’m honest with myself, this smells fishy. I think what’s more likely is that Aaron, Bob and Carl are all wreckers that work for the same company. Aaron and Carl came up with this story to cover for Bob who’s the lovable fuckup in the group, and all three of them will have a good laugh at the whole thing in the bar later tonight.

rat-pack

But it’s plausible enough to be a reminder that no matter how small you think you are, there’s always something to be gained in attacking your site. Take security seriously folks.

Bucken Fucken

So I was in the pub with Matt, Megan and a friend of Matt’s, Gold.

We were discussing city planning (as you do.) I wondered out loud if the council would ever decide that Cuba St would do better as a car road instead of the walking road/mall thing it is at present.

Gold made the very good point that they probably won’t because it would mean moving or getting rid of a Wellington icon. The bucket fountain. Which is unlikely.

The Bucken Fucken

However, as he was making his point, he couldn’t quite remember the name. So I helpfully supplied “you mean the bucken fucken?”

That’s not even a portmanteau! I don’t know what that was.

Not Dave, Sorry

Again, just filling in some back story. If you’ve read the introduction, you’ll already know this. Skip to the end if you have, because there’s another story I’m including here.

So I’m a smoker. <cue audience gasp.> As a smoker, I spend a lot of time outside. Great when the weather’s good, not so great when it’s not. One of the perks of spending so much time standing around outside the back of my office is I occasionally witness some strange things. Even better, I occasionally get take part in some strange things.

This is one of those strange things. A guy in a pretty flashy suit walked up to me, smiled, and offered his hand. I don’t know how other people react, but my reaction is to shake first, and ask questions later. So I grab his hand and shake. He then asks me if I’m “Dave?”  I then tell him “no, sorry” because, shockingly, my name isn’t Dave. This in itself isn’t a very exciting story. Misunderstandings like this happen all the time. What makes this particular story worth sharing is his reaction to this shocking news. The smile instantly disappeared from his face and got replaced with a scowl. He yanked his hand away from me and said “so why did you shake my hand then.” Then he turned around and walked away before I could think of something to say.

What was I supposed to do in this situation? I can only assume I was meant to take a defensive stance, sniff his hand, look up at him with a distrusting glare, and exclaim “I don’t know you!” Then I imagine, I was expected to back slowly away from him maintaining eye contact and my defensive stance, until I’d reached a safe distance. At this stage, I believe it would have been safe to blow a raspberry at him before fleeing to a safe haven of my choosing. Lesson learnt.

Things like this have been happening to me for as long as I can remember. One of the more bizarre occurrences happened when I was about 15. I’d gone to a shopping center with my mother. We were making our way to some shop or another, when one by one, a family of people we were walking past grabbed my hand and said some variation on “Hey Nathan! How are you.” I pretty much responded on instinct and said “I’m well thanks. How are you?”

Afterwards, my mother asked me who they were. “I have absolutely no idea.” They clearly knew me though.

Chiplets

Another one of my portmanteau’s.

We’d gone into town on a particularly sunny Sunday. Megan had heard of a place to get a really good hot chocolate. It was pretty awesome hot chocolate, by the way. It’s a place called Scopa on the corner of Ghuznee and Cuba Street. I recommend it. I’m told they do amazing pizza too, so give that a try.

Anyway, we got our hot chocolate, and I began greedily chugging it down. It was really thick and chocolatey. I ended up with chocolate all over my lips and tried to tell Megan this, because why not. I tried to say “I have chocolate all over my lips” but what came out was “I have chiplets.”

Naturally, she had no idea what I was talking about, and I had to explain what I meant.

These events can be quite frustrating.

Weird Shorts

If you’ve read the about page or my introductory post, you’ll already know about this one, but here’s the full story.

So I was really tired. I don’t remember why, but it’s possible I was just up too late. I’m talking to Megan, and I’d just said something strange. In way of explanation, I tried to explain to her that when I get tired, I tend to come up with some really weird thoughts. I wanted to phrase this as “I think weird shit” or “I think weird thoughts.” I left it too long to decide and what actually came out was “I think weird shorts…”

Cue laughter. This was only about a month ago, but it’s already looking like it’s going to become a recurring gag.

It’s called a portmanteau. Combining two words to come up with a brand new one. I’m not sure if it’s common for people to do this by accident, but I do it a lot.