Nixta Sinks

It's the end of a wearisome three days of work, and at 11:30pm, I've just got home. Thankfully I head to a wedding tomorrow in the south of France. The union of Amoral.org and Coolnina97.com is undergoing consecration at long last. This poor couple had the gross misfortune to find me residing in their spare room for a full 8 months in 2004 as I worked on the same project that is now wearing me down minute-by-minute. They did make up for it by grossing everyone out for the first 6 or 24 months of their relationship employing a combination of vociferous indulgent exclamations of devotion. And tongues. But that's now kept private as far as I can tell.

But I exceed my self-declared position as on-line best-man speech-maker (I trust they'll forgive my cheeky little digression). Here's what I wrote about him back in 1997 on the classic, nearly-forgotten, original nixta.com from 1997, if only to demonstrate that my opinions have not changed:

Robert St-John Smithson, better known as Robertson Smythe (or Nobber) is a top lad. He's unfortunately ginger though, and a stock analyst or something like that at Goldman Sucks. Witness his truly sad web page. Or simply see him in the photo to the right. You can see from his smile that you wouldn't trust this man as far as you could throw him. His inability to drive, or to get around to visiting Denver are on a par with his dedication to work at college between 1992 and 1995.

In the end, he actually came to visit me in Denver even more perhaps than old Simon Barber, and I like to think that my public name-and-shame campaign had something to do with it (not to mention his shaving his head and adopting sunglasses 24 hours a day). Also, his truly sad webpage has been allowed to expire, thank goodness.

Back to France. Mater is already there, at a rather wonderful hotel on the south coast, and I go tomorrow to join her for a cup of tea before we both head over to Monaco and stay with Doc Jonky Cat himself (whose webpage has fortunately not been allowed to expire).

I had a load of stuff to post here today, but it's all slipped my mind. I had enough trouble coming up with the word "digression" above, and I'm pretty sure it's not the one I wanted, so feel fortunate that I wrote anything at all.

Ah yes, that's it. Welcome to the fold to my old chum Aaron Bueller. And thanks to a fine post he has on Flickr geolocation (or geotagging) of photographs, I've been having fun playing with it all day. It's a great interface, as you'd expect from Flickr, though sadly because Flickr is now owned by Yahoo, it uses my less-favoured mapping provider, Yahoo Maps. Would that it would use Google Maps, and we could all be happy.

Update:
I've played a little more and here are some photos in map format. Be sure to click the arrow at the top-left of the map to view page 2 of my mapped photos.