We lost a Blonde friend

Will be so hard to replace (but cheap £1.49!)

The Blonde homepage given the Lolinator treatment. Full size version on which you can fully appreciate the Lolcat lingo can be seen here.

Here’s our Lolcat logo in all its glory. We’re a kick-ass dog agency.

Nice, simple, relevant idea from the Leith guys in a putting something back sort of way.

OK, they are, but our company being blessed with the name it has gives some very interesting search terms leading to our blog.

One in particular caught my eye: “blonde shows nice arse off”.

They must have been so disappointed when they ended up “At home with Mr Dearson“….

OK, perhaps just a teensy tiny bit of sensationalism in the title there… it’s hardly SkyNet or HAL but this little snippet (courtesy of the beeb) made me initially think “grr spammers” then “interesting software/wetware mashup” before settling on the title of this post…

Assuming I’ve understood how it works properly, it goes like this:

1. You get a virus/trojan/adware/malware on your computer by some means (dowloading “interesting_screensaver.scr” off an email attachment perhaps)

2. This trojan runs a script which tries to create a dummy Yahoo! account for evil spam purposes, but gets blocked by the CAPTCHA

3. The script then pops up a picture of a stripper, along with the captcha it’s been given by Yahoo! and says it’ll give you another picture if you enter the code.

4. Being silly enough to get the trojan in the first place, you’ll enter the captcha which the script fires back to Yahoo! and bingo, a new spam email address is born from which more people are spammed with the virus and the cycle continues.

Now, not having been infected with one of these things I’ve no idea if the trojan fulfills its promise by showing the next picture, but if it did it’d ensure its already engaged user would continue to provide free CAPTCHA-breaking services…

So we have the human user enslaved by the promise of scantily clad women (instead of the classic “threat of extinction”) providing services for a malicious script in order for it to replicate itself throughout the web…

Tis’ but a short jump to human battery cells powering gigantic killer robots, no?

I’m actually only writing this blog post to move that picture down the page a bit.
(The blog’s our default virtual host so at the moment any time we set up a new website we get a picture of Rhys Ifan’s arse until the virtual host is configured)

But anyway, today we’re taste-testing new coffee for our coffee machine:

We’ve had this thing for a year and I’ve decided we should try some different types of coffee to make sure the stuff we’ve been using is up to scratch (so far, the verdict is “yes” – the incumbent has won two bouts… one more to go)

Programmers are machines for turning coffee into code. The better the coffee that goes in, the better the code you get out at the end (or possibly the more liable to caffeine-induced psychoses your techies are, details details)

Either way: none of that brown gravel stuff here, thank you very much.

I had a terrible hangover, it was a rainy miserable Sunday in Manchester. Lo and I had been down there visiting a mate for the weekend and decided to do a little retail therapy before heading home… As we turned a corner, much to my surprise, I spotted the 3 Sol Beetles sitting at the traffic lights. Like a pro Pap, I wipped out my phone a got a snap… I’m sure they must have thought I was a nutter getting so excited and pointing. It certainly brightened up my day tho