Author Archive for kronoc



Golden Maverick


Tracy Tsang, an MA student at Middlesex University sent an email recently to let me know that she is using the my London Underground tube delays RSS feed to activate a piece of hardware, which she calls “The Tube”, to display line status information via LEDs in a plastic tube. This forms part of her [...]

World survives Big Bang

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World survives Big Bang, originally uploaded by kronoc.

I had better pay that credit card bill after all then.

At one point his PR people think he’s really going to blow it this time.

[hat tip to Jazz Biscuit]

Herself has recently been getting a lot of telephone messages for some midlands socialite named Mark. Neither of us know who he is, but the voicemail keeps coming. Spookily the phone doesn’t ring for him, ever, but still the messages appear. Thanks to the magic of the internet, using the audio player below, now you [...]

It’s 2008 and still bombs from WWII are being found in the neighbourhood. Train and tube journeys have been disrupted as a result.
The Guardian reports:
A massive unexploded second world war-bomb began to tick as experts worked to defuse it, police said today.
The 1,000kg-device (2,200lb) was found in a river at Sugar House Lane, near [...]

For my final throw I chose scissors. I was thinking he’s going to throw paper. All the practice must have paid off and I’m thrilled and honoured to be representing Ireland at the international finals.
No really, it’s true.

No experience required, though good sporting knowledge an advantage particularly an understanding of the Offside Rule.
Good communication skills and infacta command of the English language useful.

A good memory is essential.
[http://www.recruitireland.com/job/?jobID=10012942]

Where’s my axe?

Today is the fourth day of ownership of my pen, and I have to say I’m starting to treat it like an old friend. I walk around the office with it clipped in to my shirt pocket and someone in the accounts department actually asked to borrow it while we were both standing at the [...]

I don’t really understand any of this, but I don’t think Mr. T does either, so at least I’m in good company.