Tuesday, 28 May 2013

Ne m'accusez pas...

A little earlier this evening I was shamefully accused of having a thing for bacon. Now don't get me wrong, I like bacon, but it's not a thing, it's a food and I talk about other things far more...

But how to prove it? You see, the problem is my friend Ray is obviously unhinged as he believes he's right when we all know it's *me* that's right. Or sometimes my flatmate. Actually she's usually right as well.

So I decided the best thing was download all 21,454 tweets to that point and do a little simple analysis.

First up, some code. Yep, the actual day job being used to settle a question of my wordy honour.

#!/usr/bin/perl -w
use strict;
use warnings;
use Text::CSV;

my $csv = Text::CSV->new ( { binary => 1 } ) or die "Cannot use CSV: ".Text::CSV->error_diag ();
open my $fh, "getline( $fh ) )
{
        my $t=$row->[7];
        $t=~s/[!?*':;.,"|#]//g;
        my @w=split(/\s+/,lc($t));
        foreach (@w)
        {
                $words{$_}=0 if !defined $words{$_};
                $words{$_}++;
        }
}
$csv->eof or $csv->error_diag();close $fh;

foreach (sort { $words{$a} <=> $words{$b} } keys %words){X("$_: $words{$_}");}
sub X{print join(' ',@_,"\n");}

So if you happen to have a handy perl interpreter and your downloaded tweets you can do the same.
I ran the code
./annoyRayWithMyPedantry.pl > r.txt
And then had a look for teh baconz...
victoria@victoriaDev:~/tweets# grep bacon r.txt
bacongate: 1
baconsandwich: 1
baconz: 23
bacon: 29
So let's add these up. 54. Yep, in 21,454 tweets I mentioned bacon 54 times. And some of those will be in the same tweets. Hmm. What other things did I mention 54 times, let me see now...

victoria@victoriaDev:~/tweets# grep ': 54\s$' r.txt
@seismicshed: 54
note: 54
wear: 54
called: 54
either: 54
possibly: 54
lady: 54
conversation: 54
needed: 54
room: 54

Well that wasn't very interesting. So here are some other things I'm known for:

  • Cocktails: 71
  • Champagne 102
  • Wine 124
  • Pie 64
  • Bread 175
  • Vodka 34
  • Tea 150
  • Boss 82 (I knowz!)
  • Knowz 35 ;-)
At the same time I've snorked 190 times, giggled 368 times and only been shocked 98 times.

But, and this is no shocker, I've written face 1,223 times. And a bit. Hold on a minute though, where does the accuser fit in? Well, it turns out, not badly: 806 times. Or, in my world, he's 15 times more "popular" than bacon. Though not as popular as my two best friends ;-)

So there we have it, bacon is not a thing. Got that?

Monday, 6 May 2013

Foundered

Undulating thoughts
Twisted dreams
A chorus dawns
Not as it seems
Pulled together
Asunder, apart
Hopes foundered
Of a peaceful start.

Sunday, 7 April 2013

This shrew is not for taming

When I was at University I had a friend who made me look diligent. Really. She wasn't what you would call good at remembering to prepare for talks so, to avoid issues, she would find the nub of the expected response and, as a good contrarian should, argue the opposite. Who piece de resistance was arguing that the female character in The Taming of the Shrew was exactly opposite to the conventional view, i.e. Katherina wasn't tamed, she manipulated the situation to get exactly what she wanted. She used the patriarchal misogyny to her advantage. A fab view, though not as good as when she argued that Lady Macbeth was actually not as bad as people made out. I learned a lot from Louisa.

And most I haven't forgotten, why would I, it was a good, sound and interesting perspective on life.

Last week I had a bit of a technology collapse, which is why I'm writing today on a 1999 HP Jornada rather than either my beloved Galaxy SII or jail-broken Kindle keyboard (as they are now known, apparently). First the Galaxy died, quite horribly with a gasping rattle as it descended towards the river of Styx and its final journey to technology hell. This was a bit of a pain but I commandeered a phone from my elder offspring as they were visiting Contrary Towers, more of that in a bit. Then the Kindle died. It might be the battery. It might be that it didn't like being summarily abused and treated with the contempt that only e-readers deserve. Unlike real books, which are revered. Though are less convenient on long journeys. Bugger.

Back to the SII...

My life doesn't revolve around that device, but it does provide me with twitter, tethered interwebz access, alarms, note taking, music, books, texting and of course, phone calls. I did warn people that there was a chance that I may not have their numbers as I'd not recently backed up to the SIM. It happens. What I got next was the usual:

  • You should have got an iPhone
  • My iPhone backs numbers to the cloud
  • My iPhone just works
  • Blah, bloody, iPhone
  • Why don't you get an iPhone?

Not wanting to offend my boss, a good friend and even someone I might be meeting for coffee this week, though I doubt he will after me ranting a little. Anyway, as I said, not wanting to offend but seriously guys: Just no. I'm not ready to be a sheep. I'm not ready to follow the crowd. I'm not prepared to spend a small fortune on a piece of technology I will be forced to comply with rather than use.

Honestly.

I give Apple their due, they make pretty phones and goodness do they understand how to instil slavish, feverish and dogmatic devotion in their disciples. I mean customers. But seriously, and I'll say this one last time: They aren't that good.

Got that? Good.

I realise that there may have been a certain amount of poking the tiger's cage as it's well known how I feel about Cupertino Crap. Though it did amuse me that the week before the ethernet failed on my pretty little iMac, the one I lovingly call the iBastard. The look of disbelief that Apple devices actually conformed to the first rule of electronics was astounding... Everything fails eventually.

Whilst talking with my lovely flatmate a thought occurred: Every one of the people (let's call them men) that told me what to do was, wait for it... A libertarian. Err, so I'm being told what to think and do by people that think you should think and do what is right, not what others say.

The irony drippeth.

A couple of days later one of them retweeted a superb picture from tweeter_anita that really summed my thoughts up. It said simply

Spread anarchy
Don't tell me what to do!

Quite.


Monday, 18 March 2013

Lost

Dark tendrils, melancholy black
Holding, tightening, gripping.
Their insidious embrace
Seeping the last vestiges of hope.
Soul, dessicated.
Cast alone in a dark maelstrom of torment.
The infinite depths of betrayal
Their clawing mists drawing the very essence of life.
A husk remains
A mere avatar to what once was.
A distorted reflection
A plaintive cry
A sense of nothing
A will. Lost.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What am I?

Thursday, 14 February 2013

Bittersweet

Eyes rimmed red
Heart, stony blue
Romance, long dead
Bittersweet grew
Salient reminders
Of all that's gone
Seeking fresh hope
Finding none.

Wednesday, 13 February 2013

My sullied valentine

Roses are red
Violets, blue
The cliches
Profound
Tedious, too
Commercial lust
Trapped in a rhyme
Not for me
Darling mine.

Thursday, 7 February 2013

Vapid

Vapid thoughts
To dull a mind
Calm the ire
Lull repine
Seeking pools
Of blissful calm
That quench the thirst
Of emotive harm