that's not your name.

I've got something I need to get off my chest. Something fairly trivial (which, completely off topic, is something I consider to be a good indication that you're really good friends with someone, when you're allowed to be the most airheaded version of yourself and you don't care.)

Aaaanyways, here it goes.
People using numbers in their Twitter names (like johnw3) annoys the Friday morning coffee out of me. Because to me, those numbers simply suggest that:

a) you weren't quick enough to claim the name you actually wanted

b) you've got zero creativity in terms of coming up with an alternative name

c) you're probably still using Hotmail (not a good look)

Ahhhhh. Exhales. There! I said it! Judge away.


Okey, hold on. In order to make sure there wasn't a johnw3 on Twitter who would accidentally stumble across this post and take offense I searched it. And such a person exists. And he might just be the Holy Grail of Comedy on Twitter:

I've never given anyone a #FF shout out before but John, you're an absolute legend so:
#FF @johnw3


Note: @NatashaDownes88 is excluded from this due to her wisdom.

it's kind of like cooking.

So this pre-launch design crisis is definitely getting the best of me.
I change my mind literally once a week. At least. Whatever posts you might have read before related to the design of www.bangonthemoney.com. Forget it. Forget everything!
I've still got 6 days until the pre-launch "campaign" kicks off so if you come across yet ANOTHER header... sorry.

It's kind of like cooking. You have to taste it as you go along. Add a little bit of this. Add a little bit of that. Throw it out. Start over.

(This is not a good time to mention I can't remember the last time I made a home cooked meal, is it? Oh maaaaaaaaan.)

shit just got real.

It's happening.

#theAmericanDream

hey internet! why so slow?

As mentioned in the post below, I successfully moved my domain to another host. Also, I think I have finally settled on the design for my website. At the moment I'm trying to upload my new instant page, however, my new host keeps giving me a "data error" and continuously asks me for my password.

It is very annoying.

So here's the new instant page:

You'll soon find it on www.bangonthemoney.com. Whenever it decides to stop "erroring" all over me..!

Later on, I shall provide you with a more than satisfying explanation for my design approach (including the fact that I don't even come close to being a graphic designer).

ONE MONTH UNTIL DEADLINE. (Holy...)

sorry to see me go.

So I finally moved www.bangonthemoney.com from Go Daddy to another host. A process which included 19 confirmation, support and are-you-sure-you're-leaving-us-emails?
Why do they make it so hard? That surely can't add to your already negative experience with the company in question. Also got a "sorry to see you go" email that was never read and another one "signed" by the CEO.

Uhm. Yeah.

Madness.

Delete.
Delete.
Delete.

go daddy, no, no.

It's 6.57 am!
I'm awake for one reason, and one reason only: because I never went to bed. 
Unfortunately, I was recommended to get my domain from godaddy.com, thankfully, the person who recommended it also knows how to get out of it. Will sort that out in the next couple of days.
Anyways, I just took a productive break (for once in my life) and created my own instant page for www.bangonthemoney.com.
 

 

procrastination at its finest.

Judging by my previous post I should not be engaging in any form of procrastination. However, when you live in Scotland and the sun comes out you better make the most of it. That's why Sevi and I went up the Pentlands yesterday. Unreal that view.

Sevi taking pictures of cows.
Much needed head clearing hike.

sorry, you failed.

Got stuck and going nowhere trying to decide on the design for a very vital part of my MSc final project www.bangonthemoney.com. So I decided to take a PHP quiz, you know, that's what people do in the am when they actually want to throw the computer out the window and say "who the hell cares about a career anyways?" and do fuck all for a living.

Here's the result:

I think my guessing was pretty legit considering the only thing I knew was what delimiters the PHP script is surrounded by. Now I just want to watch crap TV, grow a beard or something and maybe start playing World of Warcraft (I've heard that's a really cool game).

Then, my iPod did some magic shuffling and Jamie T's "If You Got The Money" kicked off and saved my life. Without a degree I won't get a job. And without a job I won't get any money. And without money I can't buy steak. It's all about the steak. When that steak is on the table people, you know you've made it.


Steak. Medium rare.
Time to "Study More".