Hamarana

Its a royal pain in the behind. I often wake early because of cats, or the alarm because I need to go to work. But early morning waking when I can’t blame cats or alarm and I actually am NOT in the mood for going down to the beach is enough to drive one to complete distraction. As if I am not already distracted enough. I am reminded of the hilarious Nightmare Song from Iolanthe (a Gilbert and Sullivan operetta for those of you uninitiated). The introductory lines are about unrequited love, but the body of the song is the thing (and never refers to love again which is something of a puzzlement, I think G&S must have had brainfarts there)

Love, unrequited, robs me of me rest
Love, hopeless love, my ardent soul encumbers
Love, nightmarelike, lies heavy on me chest,
And weaves itself into my midnight slumbers….

When you’re lying awake with a dismal headache, and repose is taboo’d by anxiety,
I concede you may use any language you choose to indulge in, without impropriety;
Your brain is on fire; the bedclothes conspire of usual slumber to plunder you:
First the counterpane goes, and uncovers your toes, then your sheet slips demurely from under you;
The blanketing tickles, you feel like mixed pickles so terribly sharp is the pricking,
You’re hot, and you’re cross, and you tumble and toss till there’s nothing ‘twixt you and the ticking.
Then the bedclothes all creep to the ground in a heap, and you pick ‘em all up in a tangle;
Next your pillow resigns and politely declines to remain at its usual angle!
Well, you get some repose in the form of a doze, with hot eyeballs and head ever aching.
But your slumbering teems with such horrible dreams that you’d very much better be waking;

For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich,
Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage;
You’re giving a treat (penny ice and cold meat) to a party of friends and relations,
They’re a ravenous horde, and they all came on board at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
And bound on that journey you find your attorney (who started that morning from Devon);
He’s a bit undersized, and you don’t feel surprised when he tells you he’s only eleven.
Well, you’re driving like mad with this singular lad (by the by, the ship’s now a four-wheeler),
You’re playing round games, and he calls you bad names when you tell him that “ties pay the dealer”;
But this you can’t stand, so you throw up your hands, and you find you’re as cold as an icicle,
In your shirt and your socks (the black silk with gold clocks), crossing Salisbury Plain on a bicycle:
And he and the crew are on bicycles too, which they’ve somehow or other invested in,
And he’s telling the tars all the particulars of a company he’s interested in,
It’s a scheme of devices, to get at low prices all goods from cough mixtures to cables
(Which tickled the sailors), by treating retailers as though they were all vegetables:
You get a good spadesman to plant a small tradesman (first take off his boots with a boot-tree),
His legs will take root, and his fingers will shoot, and they’ll blossom and bud like a fruit-tree,
From the greengrocer tree you get grapes and green pea, cauliflower, pineapple, and cranberries,
The pastrycook plant cherry brandy will grant, apple puffs, and three corners, and Banburys,
The shares are a penny, and ever so many are taken by Rothschild and Baring,
And just as a few are allotted to you, you awake with a shudder despairing…

You’re a regular wreck, with a crick in your neck, and no wonder you snore, for your head’s on the floor, and you’ve needles and pins from your soles to your shins; your flesh is a-creep, and your left leg’s asleep, you’ve cramp in your toes, and a fly on your nose, some fluff in your lung, and a feverish tongue, a thirst that’s intense, and a general sense that you haven’t been sleeping in clover;

But the darkness has passed, and it’s daylight at last, and the night has been long..
ditto ditto my song
and thank goodness they’re both of them over!

Yep. Nights are like that, sometimes.

I guess the lesson is that I will need to manually register people for the site IF its required (as it was for Geoff and Jenny because their comments ended up in the spam queue)… I’ve had a few registrations of people who dont do a thing… but will be prepping for a big spam attack. Those are deleted, the rest remain intact.

Official press releases from both Vodafone and Singtel have revealed that not only will the iPhone be released in Australia soon, but that it will not be tied to any one network, as it has been in the USA. Additionally, cNet is reporting that Telstra will be the Third carrier. So that about ties it up for Oz.

Apparently those who have had the opportunity to play about with the verson 2 firmware SDK are also reporting finding indications in there that a 3G iPhone is just round the corner. Read more at Engadget

Anyone wanna buy a used and loved 2G iPhone? Going cheap

I’ve opened registrations again, because some people are being dumped in the spam queue by Akismet. A word to the wise spammer… if, as a spammer, you think that registering here will save you… it won’t. This is intended only to save genuine commenters, all spam generators will be a) deleted and b) added to my internal blacklist.

Well, I cannot recall how many “insiders” have told “exclusive” stories to various online news sites, but heres one more.

After months of speculation an industry insider (who has asked to remain anonymous) has confirmed to CNET.com.au that Optus will be one of several Australian mobile service providers to be selling Apple’s iPhone, with sales and service commencing in the last week of June.

Optus plans to make the announcement mid-May ahead of Apple’s Worldwide Developer’s Conference on June 9 in San Francisco where Apple CEO Steve Jobs is tipped to launch the next generation of iPhone.

While this source could not confirm a 3G version of the popular handset, they did suggest that Optus was expecting the upgraded models.

Read the rest at cNet