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Geeklawyer Xmas 2008 podcast 15

Contrary to the opinion of some, Geeklawyer is not a Grinch the innocent so suffer. He merely desires death pain and suffering to those who have irritated him in 2008. To those remaining 5 of you on the Planet: “Merry Xmas!!!”

In this the first podcast since May, yes Geeklawyer is a little embarrassed about the gap thank you for reminding him & shut the fuck up, he briefly outlines his year so far, and through the fog of recession — the year to follow. He has done well, notwithstanding the economic Tsunami that has affected people who don’t matter much, non-punters, and also the people who do: his punters.

These latter have all fared well, or at least they don’t understand the white light coming towards them. So as long as Geeklawyer can pick their pockets before enlightenment hits them all is good.

Rights organisations of the year: The Open Rights Group (digital civil liberties) and no2id (anti the Database State).

It would be traditional to wish all readers a happy New Xmas and a joyful New Year. Oddly Geeklawyer will do just that, though only on the advice of his psychotherapist. Please enjoy the podcast.

Update: CharonQC’s podcast with me here.

 

Dan Hull at WAC? gets to the real point of Xmas:

Forget at all that schmaltzy family bollocks, or the religious shit about a loony Jew with a God complex who got nailed to some planks of wood. No, Dan tells it like it is:

What really matters is paying your lawyers by the end of the year. We work hard — show us the money

A message we can all get behind
What a nice guy…

Geeklawyer’s Xmas podcast 2007

I’m afraid it may lack even the limited production values of Geeklawyer’s normal podcasts. Call it a consequence of the xmas spirit — it was made at 1am in the morning after a drunken Xmas party with Ms Becky Hogge. Available hereunder”

 

Whooo!! Xmas & Birthday toys!

Princess Ruthie deigned to come to see Geeklawyer yesterday — an all too rare honour bestowed on the humble serfs comprising her harem. In between rampant activities too vile and sordid to soil even the pages of this blog — the Daily Star of the legal blogging world — Ruthie was spoilt by Geeklawyer with a fine lunch and no expense spared. £30 well spent. And she finally had the fine ring that he bought her as an Xmas present resized to fit her elephant like pinkie.

But the best bit: having been lulled into a spirit of love by such a phoney display or synthetic affection from Geeklawyer Ruthie was suckered into buying Geeklawyer a Mac Mini. Geeklawyer often marvels at you Earth creatures — this thing you call love makes you mad and blind. Being a cold creature of logic Geeklawyer understands how to exploit it to full advantage.

And, Oh, what advantage. The Mac Mini is such an uber cool toy. However Ruthie was not entirely exploitable: Geeklawyer had tried to get Ruthie to buy him a Macbook Pro but was rebuffed. Then he made his pitch for a middle of the range Macbook, but tight-arse Ruthie was still not enough moved by the spirit of love to buy that. A Mac Mini was settled on and Geeklawyer nonetheless feels super happy — a profitable result just for some distasteful sex.

The plan is to rip out OSx (despite it being such a sweet operating system) and install Linux. Geeklawyer is not sure what Linux distros run on Intel Macs (Ubuntu?) but when this is done he will use the Mini as a co-location server box and, finally, have a decent server to run his various web projects, such as this blog, on.

Ruthie’s restaurant, sorry, computer review

Ruthie is deeply honoured that the intelligent staff at the IT section of the Law Society Gazette, have selected her, from amongst thousands of hopefuls, to write a review about some cutting edge IT for lawyers. (The selection was not at all made on the basis that all the solicitors who know something about computers look like troglodytes, and Ruthie was the first lawyer they found who knows something about IT who won’t crack the camera lens on the mandatory photoshoot.)

Having signed an undertaking in blood to forfeit her soul to Beelzebub if anything should so much as ruffle the sensitivities of this equipment, Ruthie awaits, sweaty palmed with excitement, a shipment on Tuesday. Of course a diva-style rider is only to be expected; this stuff is so cool it arrives in a nitrogen filled box.

It’s Christmas all over again, except better considering that for Christmas Ruthie received a pair of socks and a 10 inch rubber penis (from Geeklawyer, not entirely sure what message that was intended to convey).

Sooo, what is this dazzling piece of hardware I hear you cry? All will be revealed on Tuesday…

Nokia N800 — Geeklawyer is fucking pissed off

Yes, Geeklawyer apologises to those sensitive lawyers not able to bear his brusque and intemperate language. But really, he is utterly utterly upset. He bought the new Nokia N800 Internet tablet because it really did look like the ultimate Geek PDA toy: an absolutely OMFG drop dead gorgeous thing. A PDA sized device with a brilliant screen running a cut down Debian Linux distro. Stereo sound, microphone, decent memory (in PDA terms) & fast CPU. Geeklawyer felt the surging demands of true love for the first time.

Gorgeous. Better even than Ruthie in pink leathers with the jacket unzipped to the ankle.

But unlike Ruthie, well able to deliver on its promises (and not evil and sociopathic — but let us not get distracted by metaphore — oh bugger it why not).

Well, it seemed so. Geeklawyer typed his order into the Nokia website (it’s only available online from them) so fast that he had to take Ibuprofen to mitigate the risk of RSI.

It arrived and he played: the N800 and Geeklawyer laughed together and held hands, span merrily around in children’s playgrounds and tripped happily hand-in-holder through downland meadows. Then…
First he noticed a couple of reboots. Hmmm. Odd but no biggie. Then they got more frequent and then 2 days after he got it, it decided that it liked it’s own splashscreen so much that it refused to budge beyond it. Narcissim to rival only Geeklawyer’s.

Geeklawyer sobbed gently as he proferred it to the Royal Mail wrapped in about 30 Metres of bubblewrap. An anxious frought week passed in silence, and then another. And then Geeklawyer went skiing, still fretting all the while for his One True Love. No, not Ruthie. Not even nearly.

He began marching the downward spiral of madness that all suffering lawyers tread;

“They have lost it. They have lost it. Oh no, no no no.”

“Oh God, why didn’t I post it recorded delivery, they will say that they never received it — that the Royal Mail lost it”

“What is my cause of action here?”

“contract? no dummy, the initial sale was a contract. The T&C’s spake not of service”

“ah! bailment. Gratuitous bailment? yeah, but that sounds crap — desperation; like arguing breach of Human Rights — everyone knows you have nothing better. Nokia’s lawyers will pull me apart. Even me.”

“Hang on, it’s only £220 they’ll settle. No they won’t, they’ll take it to the House of Lords & then the European Court.”

Come on — don’t lie, you’ve had those moments too. It’s not like Geeklawyer is an obsessive neurotic whacko.

It returned yesterday. But of course Geeklawyer was out. And he got The Card. Which bore a telephone number that was, with trembling fingers, dialled, only to find a droning bitch with a 30 level deep voicemail menu:

“… or if you would like an Xmas card from Nokia please press 9.”

“… if you believe Hegelian dialectic logic was fundamentally misconceived press 45″

And who, at one point, automatedly justified herself to Geeklawyer by claiming that she was ‘empowering’ him, no giggling was detected at her end.

Oh dear God in your Heaven, Geeklawyer said, “please please listen to me. Let us cut a deal: I will resile and acknowledge Jesus and all his great works if you will GET ME BACK MY FUCKING N800!

The CityLink delivery driver was probably a bit surprised when Geeklawyer kissed him deeply passionately and tearfully on the lips while thrusting a £50 tip into his hand.

The perfect screen bloomed white. Westminster Cathedral Boy’s Choir sang out the joyous Nokia theme tune which resonated in deep booming glory through the City, demolishing several tower blocks and killing a couple of hundred pointless chavs. But nonetheless people smiled in the street and sang odes of joy. The Sun radiated streaks of warm honeyed yellow over the land. Daffodils sprouted spontaneously in the parks. Geeklawyer was bathed in a sea of endorphinous sensuous calm. The user interface appeared and all was so very right with the World.

And today two days later he sees again a white screen. The blue words ‘Nokia’ stare out at him. Fixed, unchanging, eternal, unmoving, mocking, hateful & implacable.

Like God’s poisonous hatred for Geeklawyer.

Senior Police Officer gets the law wrong

Ruthie regularly listens to the Today programme on Radio 4. Not because she is a particular fan, but the hectoring style of interviewing is guaranteed to irritate Ruthie out of her torpor at 06.30 in a way that Chris Moyles never could. Occasionally the programme is also entertaining and informative

The programme is running an online poll “the Christmas repeal”, where listeners are invited to propose the law that they would most like to see repealed. A shortlist has been created and the winner will be announced tomorrow.

The long and short lists reflect, unsurprisingly, the particular profile of the average radio 4 listener, rather than being a reflection of the law that might best be repealed in the interests of the general populace. Thus the Hunting Act, The Act of Union, the Human Rights Act and the Act of Union all made it to the long list. Unfortunately Ruthie therefore feel that a worthy exercise will produce a meaningless result.

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The Geeklawyer Xmas speech

Geeklawyer thinks that, like the Queen, he should review the year. The power to revise it being beyond him, sadly. Delivering the Geeklawyer Speech on Boxing Day may seem like deference to Lizzy; but Geeklawyer is a Republican who’d happily tell the Royals he’d arranged a blood sports party for them and then, assault rifle in hand, lead them braying into a freezing dank deserted echoing Russian basement cellar to participate in the choir of Dying Screams …

No, his motive is merely the desire to avoid competition & to allow the turkey its full moment of festive season honour.

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Xmas break

Geeklawyer has had enough — he is downing tools until the New Year arrives, though he will answer incoming emails from punters on existing issues (and at normal rates, not his usual obscene holiday rates!!! Geeklawyer is sweet and overcome with the spirit of Xmas, not to mention the spirits of Xmas). Geeklawyer needs to fast & rest his stomach for a gargantuan Indian Xmas meal tomorrow.
He will however continue posting here, if only to keep Ruthie under control and not posting on dildos or donkey sex, or whatever else interests her at the moment (a female barrister friend of Geeklawyer’s did act for Ann Summers sex shops to allow them to recruit dildo saleswomen; a high point in her career so far — Hi KateG ) …

Geeklawyer has much sympathy for all the wage slaves out there.

UK Blawgers annual conference?

Yes dear readers, Ruthie is back on the net after an extended period of litigating. It appears I have arrived in the nick of time before Geeklawyer’s ego actually starts to vie with gravity as one of the great universal forces. Continue reading ‘UK Blawgers annual conference?’