Silent Jubilations Aplenty

The marching band arrives, the streamers and the champagne corks pop and much joy and celebration ensues…I’ve decided on a domain name for the blog!

I welcome you all to Let Me Rephrase That.com, the blog you probably shouldn’t read as you have far better things to do.

My creative associate (again, read: best friend – I am making him a website which I will eventually link to when he gets his act together! Yes Ben, I know you’re reading this!) and I have been feverishly brainstorming since the genesis of this blog to come up with a suitable URL.

Well, we’ve finally cracked it…as you’re now no-doubt aware. It feels good to get it all done and set up. I’m still a little unsure on the tagline but I like it. Also, the “links” title is bugging me a tad, but perhaps I’m just being picky?

In Other News: Still no Mac but it seems to be on schedule for the 15th/tomorrow, which I’m okay with…ish. I, in my classic rock ‘n’ roll lifestyle, have been re-organising my plugs and power usage today, so it’s a bit more efficient.

Next on the list is to get my Christmas cards and last few presents sorted out. Those last few presents are proving to be rather tricky though, as the last few folk are nigh-on impossible to buy for.

Bah Humbug…

How hard can it be?

In all my years designing and building websites (admittedly, nothing flashy) the domain for this blog is by far the hardest URL I’ve ever had to come up with.

There is a thought process behind this. I’d like the URL to be a phrase; a memorable and potentially humourous one. I’ve thought of a couple but they’re not the easiest to spell so those are on the back-burner.

I mean really! To coin the infamous Top Gear phrase…”how hard can it be?”

It’s getting to the stage now where it’s affecting my work. I’ve been digging around today for news to write about – limited edition Koenigseggs, Rolls Royce Phantoms, Porsche Christmas bits and gizmos etc – but whenever I find something I’m thinking “hmm is there an URL for my blog in here somewhere…”

No is the answer. I’m still stuck and I have articles piled up to write. That’s tomorrow’s job.

As an aside, December seems to bring out morons from all walks of life and lead them towards petrol stations – all you decent folk out there are excluded from this sweeping generalisation!

I was waiting for nearly 20 minutes to fill my car up (which was running on fumes by this time) and people were dithering about, wondering which fuel nozzle they had to use, not remembering which pump they were at, faffing around in the cars afterwards. And to top it all off, at peak time on a Friday evening, TWO people were serving. TWO! Is it so much to ask, that all tills are filled when the customers are queuing out of the door of the kiosk? The whole affair was the most inefficient use of space, time and effort I have seen in a long time.

I’m going to watch Casino Royale and chortle to myself at the blatant Ford sponsorship.