Year: 2006

Funny ads in London

Funny ads in London.

To My Mugger:

Last night you stole my phone on Holloway Road, you also stole my heart.

I was the tall brunette in dungarees and psychedelic t-shirt, you were the hooded man on the bike. I was captivated by your white teeth and hypnotic eyes.

My home number is stored on my contacts under “me”. (Please don’t call me at “me work”, or my boyfriend, “Josh”.)

I await your call or reply x

Teri Hatcher anyone?

Hi thought I’d give this a shot. You never know! I’m desperately seeking the most gorgeous of all Desperate Housewives (sorry Eva, Marcia and Felicity) – Teri Hatcher. I don’t know Teri Hatcher nor am I a Norman Bates psycho (maybe on Sundays…is today Sunday?) but hey come on, Teri’s great. Or Ms Hatcher as I should call her right?

So if anyone out there knows her or has a connection with her (a REAL connection not those psychic ones. I have one with Tom Jones – doesn’t work that way) by all means – help me out! I’ll be a good date! I’m cute, funny, and intelligent (I’m actually hideous, blonde brained (sorry all blondes – no offense) and ….yeah intelligent. I’m a nerd!). But not ego centric, Hey wait – if I talk about myself – is that ego centric? Hmm…

So remember ladies and gents – think me, think Teri Hatcher….great now THAT sounds Norman Bates stalker like…. Yikes!

Did I sleep on your sofa?

After a very big night out on Saturday, i found myself waking up on someone’s sofa on Sunday morning. I didn’t hang around to find out who was so kind to take me in.

If it was you, please let me know.

Would like to know how I got there?

Do what you like

Fred Gratzon’s advice on work

I just do what I want to do and learn what I want to learn and enjoy what I want to enjoy and sometimes I get so wonderfully and powerfully caught up in some project and I start dreaming expansive daydreams and I go for it with every ounce of energy and enthusiasm and love that I can muster.

And the money . . . it just takes care of itself.

Demographics prediction from online behaviour

Microsoft adCenter Labs has a demographics prediction engine. Based on a person’s search queries and web sites visited, it can predict their gender and age.

So I tried that on parts of the body, to see what men were interested in vs women.

topic male female
hair 25% 75%
eyes 33% 67%
cheek 33% 67%
hands 33% 67%
lips 36% 64%
ears 39% 61%
fingers 40% 60%
forehead 42% 58%
nose 43% 57%
neck 46% 54%
beard 55% 45%
moustache 58% 42%
leg 60% 40%
palm 61% 39%
toe 64% 36%

While I can understand men being more interested in beards and moustaches (perhaps even legs), why are they far more interested in toes than women?

Cut-and-paste is not understanding

Cut and paste has become easier. So we make less effort to understand. We don’t need to. Like when we pay less attention if we’re recording a lecture.

Solution? I suggest the Tunnel in the Sky strategy. Rod Walker is going for survival training on an alien planet, and asks his sister, Captain Walker…

“Uh, Sis, what sort of gun should I carry?”

“Huh? Why the deuce do you want a gun?”

“Why, for things I might run into of course.”

“Your only purpose is to stay alive. Not to be brave, not to fight. One time in a hundred a gun might save your life; the other ninety-nine it will tempt you into folly.”

“Did you take a gun on your solo test?”

“I did. And I lost it the first day. Which saved my life. I know how good a gun makes you feel. You’re ready for anything and hoping you’ll find it. Which is exactly what is dangerous about it – because you aren’t anything of that sort.”

So, don’t take a gun.

Don’t record lectures. Don’t give yourself the illusion of perfect memory.

Don’t bookmark for future reading. You won’t read it later.

Don’t cut and paste. You don’t understand it now. You won’t understand it later.