Here at Blonde we love to create rock solid code. That’s why Jon and Rob feel much more comfortable going about their daily craft in Guitar Hero mode
Get your rock on at Jam Legend
Next, Garry and his Rock Band foot-pedal Ubuntu iMac.
Our finance director is a bit of a joker. (He really is).
However, rather than “Why so serious?“, his catchphrase based on this picture is “Why so glaikit?”
Was Nicks 45th? yesterday, so Rachel made him a wee cake.
He ate it all in a oner, would have been nice to get a wee taste ah well. He also engulfed a sausage roll, a steak bake, 2 custard creams and a donut.
Happy returns to the ginger one.
He’s at it again. At least he didn’t buy the shirt himself this time. This one was a gift from Scott, brought back from T in The Park.
In another break with tradition when it comes to Nick’s shirts, there may also be a grain of truth in this one. There is certainly a significant proportion of mums within the demographics of Facebook users.
Just back in from a holiday in Mallorca. Spent most of the time playing with the kids in, or reading books by, the pool. However, the occasional venture into “civilisation” brought to light the usual mildly amusing cultural cross-overs that happen in a summer holiday melting pot like this. Who fairs better out of this exchange?
We gave them Tennent’s Lager, Sky Sports and Setanta.
They gave us Bimbo Sandwich!
I am forever pushing the style in the Blonde office to its limits, from electro 80’s hoodys to pink Pumps.
Next big thing chastity Locks…
Can be yours for ONLY £6.49 (key optional)
Gansta!
Now its my turn for an injury, not quite as bad as Nicks…
Nuggets
A very bright and very funny planner once told me a story from his days as a teenager in Dalgety Bay. This was in the early 1980’s, at the height of the Citizen Band (CB) radio craze.
He’d made a “copy” (contact) with someone in the same “10-20″ (location). Having exchanged “handles” (nicknames) and some small talk, they agreed to use their radios to actually meet up.
Rather than simply agreeing on a specific rendez-vous point, they devised an intricate game whereby they gave each other frequent micro status updates over the airwaves - “Big Bear is heading west”, “Deputy Dawg is passing a playground”, “Big Bear is going down hill” - until they eventually met up on a grassy knoll next to the Tesco carpark. At this point, mission accomplished, it became sadly apparent to both parties that they had nothing else to say each other. So they mumbled goodbyes from inside their snorkel parkas and went their separate ways.
So let’s look again at the characteristics of the leading edge, coolest social medium of 28 years ago.
Its users contributed to the dialogue under the guise of funny pseudonymns.
It had an associated language made up of medium-specific codes and slang expressions.
Users invented reasons to communicate purely so that they could use the technology.
And they basically had little or nothing in common aside from their use of the same said technology.
Hmmm.
Nick has a booboo, and a railway on his leg!!
Nuggets!
