Problems with the server apparently. It’s not called the 3-dollar plan for nothing…

The photoshoot didn’t happen today, apparently El Mural has strict union rules or summink. So I’m redesigning agaveweb again, with a spanking new flash interface as practice for some flash work coming my way soonish. Right now I’m off to lunch courtesy of Ana again. Just a quick post to warn you about the intermittant service…

Cider is good for you (this week) according to the Somerset County Gazette, which, let’s admit it, is hardly Nature. This is the best YouTube has to offer on the Wurzels, Adge Cutler’ll be revolving in his grave:

So plans for the rest of the week:
Translate a huge gert technical manual for cell phones (I think) into español…
Start researching intangible.com.mx, which will feature pretty flash stuff and a foresty / brazilian colour scheme…
See how things are progressing round NuevaEra and shove some more photos up in the gallery…
Learn to use a kick-arse SLR Olympus camera before tomorrow morning to take photos at an agave tasting potentially for publication…
Wait on another potential gig modifying a Flash / OSCommerce template…
Find out when Guadalajara’s scrabble club meets. I remember seeing an ad in Ocio but it’s not there anymore.
and much, much more…

Update on the cable: They’ve still not disconnected it and somehow I don’t mind watching it so much if it’s free. Last night I enjoyed Gene Simmon’s School of Rock and The Surreal Life, despite the constant ads and interstitials. Pimp my Ride wasn’t that bad neither. Still when it’s gone it’s gone…

Just finished Gary Benchley- Rock Star which was harmless drivel. Something like a better adjusted 20-something American Adrian Mole. 3 Lulus…

For the last few days it was bothering me no end where this song was from:

I eventually worked it out by checking the source code of the blog I found it on. So what film do you reckon it’s from?

I reckon I barely, if ever, watch TV these days. Really just in the mornings with MTV or VH1 on just to see what LatinAmerican whippersnappers are listening to and to have some background noise. So today I bit the bullet and rang up MegaCable to cancel it. They wouldn’t let me do that over the phone so I had to go to the local branch in the rain to do it… Even then it’s not 100% easy, they asked why I was cancelling the service and I explained because I don’t watch TV, then they asked me to rate the service I’d received out of 10. Eight I said, feeling generous and thinking the questionnaire was over. The next question: What would Megacable have to do to make it a 10? I thought quickly and said well you say you offer 64 channels in the basic package, but one of them just seems to be some nonagenarian nun spouting religious nonsense 24-7 and that really shouldn’t count as one of the 64. Whether there was a box to tick for that or not, I’m not sure, but anyroad, to cut a short story shorter I’m now cableless and I’ve been home for nearly 7 minutes without wondering where Hulk Hogan will take his family next or whether Bonnaduce’s been Broken or not. YouTube, prepare yourself for some higher bandwidth charges…

Ana invited me over for lunch today, she’s a professor working with Sita on all manner of Agave/Tequila related issues so we had a lovely lunch and I got her blog up and running. Spanish-Speaking, Agave-lovers, click here… Next up is cast an eye over a proposal for a Jalisciense cultural activities/cinema type thing webpage and see if it’s doable, then off Chapultepec way to spread glad tidings in the Cala household. Cheers, me dears…

And possibly caffeine too… Anyroad, so as I mention above I didn’t sleep well last night again, whether it was Scrabble on the PDA whilst I half watched Clear and Present Danger or the afternoon coffee in Plaza Terranova or the book I’m reading that I don’t want to like but actually do, who knows? All I know is that after waking up with a mosquito in my ear far too many times I stumbled into the bathroom sprayed my head with repellent, shoved some earplugs in and put my head under the pillow and the persistant little bugger still kept coming at me. Enough of that… anyroad the lack of sleep and relative inaction today led me to to something to wake myself up a bit and that means getting the gee-tar out. I was recording stuff in Audacity then overdubbing and I thought, sod it, i’ll video it and sing and everything, and, though I’m regretting this already, here’s me YouTubed doing my battleworn rendition of Jarabe de Palo’s La Flaca, all about some slim young lady who boozes it up in La Habana without putting on the pounds… All mistakes in lyrics, pronunciation, chords and general appearence are entirely deliberate…

Available for weddings, quinceañeras, bah-mitvahs, etc… I’m here all week, folks…