So what does this mean? The answer is, actually, nothing. Well. Not for anyone who follows what I publish online! The terms of my contract for TUAW & DLS mean that I can still write (but I'm avoiding Realmac related items of course). I'll be here (hell, I'm in the middle of a re-design for this baby) and many, many other places too (hint), so enjoy. If you're heading to London for this week's MacLive Expo, you'll find me around the Expo (Thursday) as I cover it for TUAW, or find me on the Realmac booth (#834) on Friday and Saturday. Please do come and say 'Hello'.
There's a fair few thank yous in order. I've had the good fortune to have so many people offer me support and advice over the past few weeks, and without that, I'd be a wreck. I'm not going to name names here - you know who you all are. All I can say is a most since and heart-felt thank you. Seriously.
You've got to make your own kind of music,
sing your own special song,
make your own kind of music,
even if nobody else sings along.
First Example: the presence of Luna Lovegood. Luna Lovegood's entire presence in the 5th book is based around her fathers ownership of the Quibbler paper, and how he uses that against the Ministry of Magic's smear campaign against Harry. All we get in the film (unless I really did fall asleep) is Luna saying "My dad and I believe you, Harry". The Quibbler? Nada. Well. Luna is reading it at one point. But that's it.
Second example: The unbearably brilliant Dolores Umbridge. There's meant to be a Centaur teaching at Hogwarts this year (not shown in the film). Hence why there's such hatred when the Centaurs carry Unbridge off towards the end (which IS shown in the film).
As many of you are aware, I'm working full time at the moment on a few things that I, er, can't talk about right now. It's all so diverse (Cocoa, PHP, mySQL, CSS, xHTML, MOD_REWRITE and so much more - and it's all independent of each other for the most part) that I'm glad I was able to shoot this yesterday afternoon. More soon, I promise. In the meantime, you can find me on Twitter and Tumblr.


I couldn't help but share this awesome new Support Ninja avatar designed for yours truly on the Realmac forums by Gavin 'JamFactory' Strange. Thanks, Gavin. It rocks - although my flat mates required an explanation that the heart is there to show that Support Ninjas love the product they support! Freaks.....
Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot?!!! Fair Trade sand? From a Sand Farm? Beach sand, if my geography serves me correctly, is a natural resource that is not manufactured - in a farm or anywhere else. I'm all for Fair Trade chocolate and other goods, but the bold declaration of 'Fair Trade' sand twice in the article smells of Greenpeace / Fair Trade-appeasing marketing schmooze more than anything else. Lame."It is hoped to have 80 tonnes of 'Fair Trade' sand from the Bahamas.... The 'Fair Trade' sand will be imported from a sand farm in the Bahamas"


Here's a shot that's slightly less zaney, and I'm going to sign off for the weekend with it - the title is 'Green and Pleasant Land'.

Happy Easter to one and all - I'll be back blogging on Monday / Tuesday
I'm off home for the Easter break finally. It's been a hell of a term - unlike pretty much everyone else at Uni, I didn't go home during the mid-year recess. I'll have been away exactly 3 months, the longest I've ever been away from home, and I cannot wait for some 'downtime'. Thankfully, I won't be too far from the laptop (and will also be on Twitter via SMS during the 4 hours I'm travelling). Until I reach the green and pleasant land that is Hampshire: Ciao!
The idea is very, very simple. The stickers reads
'Photo this. Upload to Flickr, and tag me: THOMASCHOPHOUSEUK'
and each person who's playing has written their Flickr username on it. The stickers then travel with the user around the world, and in a far-flung corner of the world, they stick the sticker somewhere. The idea is to see how long it takes for someone to notice the stickers, photo them and upload them to Flickr. I'm not a betting person, but if I were, I'd say my stickers that travel to California in August-September will make it to Flickr first. Maybe even Thomas Hawk, Scoble or some other valley big-shot will capture them first. Either way, we've got a group to chart the progress - although I'd be suprised if we see any worldwide photos on there in the next month or two.
Linkage - Flickr contact Lars Ivar has a neat new blog going. Made (of course) in RapidWeaver, he's showing off photos and more. I'd highly recommend you check out his neat site (his HDR photos rock).
Photo courtesy of Tourista de Mancunia.

So, once again, I phoned them again (having already remind them that I don't in fact own a TV). The phone system at TV Licensing just struck me as 7 different ways of saying 'Please pay for a TV licence here. Now'. So, I hit the ubiquitous 'Press 8 if none of the choices apply to you'. And was routed to another menu. And pressed 8 again, only to be routed to yet another menu system, this time voice controlled. After the second of these menus, I chose to just hold for an operator (if I hadn't been rather angry, I'd have probably held to begin with - I'm convinced the menus have no effect as to which department you speak to). Finally, after 5 minutes of navigating, I reached someone:
TV Licensing Phone-Mug: Good afternoon, TV licensing, can I have your TV License Number please?
Me: I don't own a TV licence so can't give you a reference number. I'm not sure which option this fits into, but I received a two letters today, one dated January 2007, that inform me I'm under inspection. I have also previously phoned to let you know I don't own a TV.
Mug: OK, please tell me the reference number on the top of the correspondance.
Me: (Reads out 20 number & letter reference number)
Mug: Can you confirm your address for me please?
Me: (Runs through address at great pace)
Mug: So you don't own a TV? (After having seen I live in University Halls of Residence)
Me: No, I don't own a TV.
Mug: I've noted that in our database. If your receive any further letters from us, please ignore them. Your address will be visited to ensure this is correct and if it's not, you will be fined and or cautioned.
(Now Irate for being branded a liar) Me: That's fine, I have no TV. Thank you, goodbye.
(Hangs up phone)
Shouting, Me: Fuckwits. How dare they accuse me of lying. What's the f**king point of contacting me to say ' You're scheduled a visit from our highly popular inspectors' and then asking me to let them know if I have no TV, only for them to say they're going to have to visit anyway?!?! I may as well have simply ignored the letters, let them do their investigation, and told them where to shove their letters. (Don't worry, that idea is noted for next year).
Needless to say, the kettle isn't on for when the TV Licensing people eventually arrive. Bastards......
(From Apple's Think Different Ad Campaign. Thanks Seb!)While some see them as the crazy ones, We see genius. Because the people who are crazy enough to think they can change the world, are the ones who do.
(Thanks Susan!)A photographer went to dinner at a friends house. After a lovely meal the hostess complimented the photographer on some of his photos. She said "The photos are gorgeous, you must have a very good camera?"The photographer said "Your meal was lovely - you must have a very good oven?"
Kerching. Looks like I will finally be able to use my iBook in public without having to pay for (or otherwise 'borrow') WiFi. Neat.Manchester could become the biggest free wireless internet hotspot in Europe under plans unveiled by the city council....The initiative is being led by the council's Digital Development Agency (DDA), which outlined plans for initial coverage of 100 square miles, rising to 400 square miles in the future.
"You cannot believe the crap we are going through to make this Beatles licensing deal work out. EMI desperately wants the deal to happen too, so they leaked the story to our good pals at Fortune (much love, Brent) so they could crank up the pressure on the Apple dudes.[...]
The real hassle of course is Yoko. Sheesh. Don't even get me started.[...]
Finally I just snapped and I'm like, "Jesus friggin Christ, bitch, it's bad enough you broke up the greatest band of all time. Now you're gonna frig this up too? Jesus, lady! Get a friggin grip! It's just a distribution deal!" She bows her head and says, in this voice that's barely more than a whisper, "I will pray for your soul." Well that did it. I won't get into details -- my lawyers won't allow it -- but let's just say that Yoko had to wear sunglasses in public for a few days, and Peter Oppenheimer had to drag me out of there by my ankles."