Lipson-Shiu Corporate Type Test
ILUG (Mensch)
The I LUG is that rarest of underlings: the one whom you can trust to understand what you’re telling them and then rely on to get the job done. In any organisation, these are the people who actually do the work. (example: Florence Nightingale)
Neil Hopcroft
A digital misfit
I guess I should explain the poll about hands the other day. I was asked to participate in some usability testing for an experimental phone keypad. Using the keypad was difficult, I found the keys too close together so I kept double keying and pressing the wrong buttons (I think I even quad-keyed at one point). The conclusion of the discussion afterward was that my hands are too big – I was claiming they were average sized hands for an English male since I was sure that somebody would have pointed out that I hand particularly large hands if it were so.
What are your thoughts on mobile phone keypads? Are they getting to be too small and difficult to use? Or are they just fine and I need to stop whinging and press more carefully?
Is it wrong…
…to go to an 80s night and fantasize (that can’t be the right spelling, but it doesn’t look right with an s either) about buying an angle grinder for musical purposes?
Mirage was held in a bizarre club in Shinjuku, it was a large basement room but they’ve put a floor in half way up, making it two floors both with extremely low ceilings.
Luckily the music veered off into more EBM territory after a little while, with a little arcane industrial thrown in, so I ended up dancing quite a bit even given the miles of walking I’d done earlier in the day.
The crowd was small, perhaps thirty people at its height, dropping to around 12 when everyone catching the last train had left.
Not much in the way of excitment, there was a present draw of some kind (it being a christmas special), where Fernando won a set of towels and I think Alex got a CD. And there was a little silliness with the video camera pointed at the dancefloor.
The end of the road
Trust me, I’m an engineer – another Dilbert classic.
Today I ran the barriers at Shibuya station. I didn’t mean to, and, indeed, didn’t expect to – I thought I had the right ticket and was confidently strolling through when the barrier closed on my trailing foot. Of course, I was so far through by then that it didn’t make much sense to force my way back through the barrier to go and have the fare adjustment machine tell me that I had paid the right fare in the first place (I’d only gone two stops and had checked the price on the board). The barriers here aren’t like the ones they have on the underground back home, which make a concerted effort to chop you in half even if you have the right ticket.
Anyway, time for another poll…
You need hands