l w0z t0tAIIy 0wn3d!!! l33t m4n!!!!! Ahem, sorry. What I meant was that the Joshlog got hacked. I'm tempted to say that it was a concentrated effort by a group of high-tech pro hackers (with m4d sk1llz) but it wasn't - even though that would sound seriously cool. I was actually outwitted, as far as I can make out, by a automated script. This went and put some harmless files (well I hope they were harmless) on my server which directed themselves to Russia - intriguing.

At first I thought it was a problem with my comments form, somehow allowing nasty files to be uploaded instead of just plain text. I quickly added an 'are you a human?' checkbox to the form... mwhahaha that should outwit those foolish robot scripts. But looking through the directories I noticed that they were all chmod 777. Those magic numbers define what the permissions of a folder are - who is allowed do what. Basically 777 means almost anybody can do almost anything. All the tutorials I read on the internet said things like "Warning: never use 777" or "DON'T SET YOUR FILES TO CHMOD 777". I didn't take notice. My spiffy admin panel needed all those sevens to work and I was too foolish to heed the warnings. No-one will ever target my site I thought - I'm safe. So I set some of my directories to 777... ERROR! (in honour of Shadrack).

The mistake is now rectified but please do get in contact if you ever end up in Russia. I just want to add to all the other warnings out there: if you chmod, don't use 777!

Before I read this book, the name Peter Pan made me think of a Disney film where a little boy pranced about wearing a green hat and in which Captain Hook was more comical than villainous. So when I discovered the book the film was based on (written by J.M. Barrie) on my bookshelf, I couldn't resist reading it to discover how closely it resembled Disney's creation. I found that it reflects the book very well indeed in both plot and characters, there is just one thing missing.

The thing which struck me most - and could only be found in a book - was the very definite Victorian writing style. And I'm not just talking about them living an old-fashioned lifestyle. Whilst Peter Pan is often seen as a children's book some of the language in it even I couldn't understand. It was enjoyable to read about Hook being "profoundly dejected", "ill luck" giving a "gentle melancholy to his countenance" and discovering there was "no elation in his gait", but what on earth are "sanguinary affairs" or "fine candours"? At points the narrator seems to forget his job and instead ramble off about how he wishes he could tell his characters what was going to happen. About half way through he tells us directly that he doesn't know which part of the story he should tell and flips a coin to decide. This strange quality gives you a feeling that you are sitting by the fire listening to an old man telling tales rather than reading a novel.

The plot is thinner than watery soup but somehow the colourful characters and off-the-wall ideas compensate for that. A make-belief island that is at the same time real; hollow trees that act as a doors; a dog as a nanny; red indians, pirates and fairies; and a crocodile that swallowed a clock! That last one is just ingenious. Interestingly, key features in the story have been drawn from the author's personal experience. The only child James Barrie's mother truly loved was Barrie's brother David who died at a young age. His mother was comforted by the fact that he would never grow up to leave her and Barrie came to believe that growing up was wrong. It was through this also that Barrie learnt about the need for mothers. The five lost boys are based on five real children that he met and became friends with. But no clue as to the ticking crocodile.

So is it worth a read? I would say yes, not because of the plot but because of the way the story is told. And even if it you don't enjoy it, at least you'll learn some new vocabulary.

Anyone who likes brussel sprouts I apologise to in advance - just substitute it below with some food you dislike. Anyone who doesn't like yorkshire puddings - get a life! (Again just substitute with some other food, one which you do like).

I don't know about you but I save my favourite food until last. Picture a scene... it's dinner time and there are two things on your plate. Brussel sprouts: they're yucky, they're slimy and they're mushy. You don't enjoy eating them but you have no choice and they do you good anyway. Then you have the yorkshire puddings: an unmatched flavour, deliciously smothered in thick gravy, mouth-wateringly irresistible. These are a pleasure to eat, in fact you could eat them all day. Any sensible person will normally stuff down the sprouts and then savour the taste of the yorkies. But here are some things you don't do:

You don't put off eating the sprouts, polish off the yorkies and then eventually bring yourself back to the sprouts. Why not? Because you enjoy the yorkies less (you can just imagine those sprouts) and it wrecks the flavour left in your mouth.

You don't eat them both at the same time hoping the yorkies will somehow make them taste better. Why not? Because doing this would also spoil the flavour of the yorkies.

You don't eat the yorkies and then save the sprouts until another mealtime. Why not? What do you mean why not... COLD SPROUTS!?! This just ruins the next meal. Plus, what if the next meal includes more sprouts? Double foulness.

While this is not a perfect illustration, I find that I sometimes do the same with more important priorities. There are things I have to do, the brussel sprouts, and things which I want to do, the yorkshire puddings. Somehow I deceive myself and follow one of the above points, points which make no sense when seen in terms of food! So next time life gives me brussels sprouts, I will try to stomach them straight away.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. And that's definitely a yorkie.

Here is a great list of songs (mostly stolen from other sites) which Christians should hope and pray that they never start singing:

• Trust and Obey My Own Instincts
• Blessed Insurance
• Be Thou My Hobby
• Pebble of Ages
• My Hope is Built on Nothing Much
• Mostly For Jesus
• Sit Up, Sit Up For Jesus
• Amazing Grace, How Interesting the Sound
• I Surrender Some
• All Hail the Influence of Jesus' Name
• Oh, for a Couple of Tongues to Sing
• When Peace, Like a Trickle...
• Oh, How I Like Jesus
• What An Acquaintance We Have In Jesus
• I'm Fairly Certain That My Redeemer Lives
• Above Average is Thy Faithfulness

What is it with me and blogging? Or to be more precise, Joshlogging? It seems to happen less often than millennium comes around. I think my problem is perfectionism. I shall hereby strive to maintain quality but focus instead on quantity of content - as opposed to trying to produce a beautifully crafted dissertation every time I want to say something, even something very simple...

In other words I'm going to try to post more often! No promises because I don't like breaking them ;).

And on a final note: it's not easy being a perfectionist when you are not perfect.