Summer Daze

Well, here's a quick post to prove I'm still alive and to share with you what I have been investing a lot of time into lately. I have been busy readying my CMS Odeebo (after yet another structural redesign) for my latest project. A resource for learning Japanese I have named Tasty Miso. It's essentially a blog but will provide lessons, reviews and so on. I'm in the process of adding some nice features to the site such as image commenting so I have plenty to keep me busy.

I did consider posting more Japanese related posts here on this blog but I didn't really want to overrun the blog with Japanese related stuff but have finally realised a separate blog just for that works out well.

I wear a hat upon my head,
a thinking hat it is,
it causes me to ponder,
the why's of that and this.

This hat it sits upon my head,
but why I do not know,
would I not be better off,
if my hat were to go?

Without this hat upon my head,
I might find myself,
feeling more carefree,
enjoying being someone else.

Confound this hat it wont come off!
as if stuck to my head,
and now forever I must think,
... at least till time for bed.

MafiaScene.com is currently seeing some downtime due to high server loads that were causing our VPS to fall over. Because of this the site has been temporarily disabled whilst the cause is investigated.

I'm currently talking to the muppets that host the site and trying to prod them into helping me. This normally takes quite a few correspondences to get anything useful from them. If the prodding doesn't work I'll send the MS boys round.

So, the good news it that it's coming back The bad news is that I'm far too busy to fix it just yet Some rogue code needs chasing down and optimising which can be a very big task so I ask for your patience please.

I'll keep any updates posted here, so check back from time to time if you're desperate to know how things are progressing!

Update: All updates will now be posted to the MafiaScene Twitter Feed.

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I'm in Japan, I encounter my first escalator. "Don't stand next to me" my girlfriend said. Dazed and confused after sleep depravation I replied "Huh?". What had I done wrong? "Stand in front of me" she said. "Hm", I thought, there is no one behind me or in a rush, does she not want me to stand next to her? I had to ask "Why am I standing in front of you?". "We do this in Japan". Sure enough there was much truth in her reply. Generally without fail and irregardless of if there are but three people on an escalator and no danger of anyone rushing past. Most Japanese people kindly stand to one side of the escalator to let passers by, well, pass by. More...

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