#sparkline

New Post has been published on http://gamblecomputersolutions.co.uk/free-computer-tutorials/microsoft-excel/excel-2010-how-to-create-a-sparkline-tutorial-tips-and-tricks/

Excel 2010: How to create a Sparkline - Tutorial Tips and Tricks

www.excel-networks.com A Sparkline is a new Excel 2010 feature that creates a small graph next to a group of data. Go to my web site for all the Excel tips a… Video Rating: 5 / 5

Sparkine - 100 Word Fiction

The idea is to write something with 100 words; no more, no less. It's good fun, and generally jolts my brain out of the sludge and into a working space. Here's my latest:

She had this odd collection of tattoos over her physique, but I could never really identify them. One evening, naked on the rug and practicing her contortionism, it fell into place. Her head touched her ankles and the ink on her neck gelled with that on her calf. The map was revealed. I’d watched these stretches before, but I’d always been looking at more interesting areas. Now, after six years, I’d made a breakthrough. But how to take it with me? I couldn’t just fold her up in my pocket. A knife was the answer, and maybe some strong thread…

And if you like that, here's a few of the older ones, all of which are published around here somewhere:

I was friends with Johnny, back in the day. He used have this ribcage that just swung right open. Seriously. Muscles and skin moved aside with the bones. People used to think it was a party trick but I thought better. The kid was lonely, wanted to bare his soul. I knew he had a lot to give, but then I knew him well. But going up to girls at school and actually offering them his heart, beating and dripping blood within his fist, never really worked. Exact opposite, to be honest. I guess that young love is always difficult…

She hadn’t seen him in ten years, but that didn’t stop her annual walk down to the front on the twenty-ninth of every September in the hope that he might appear in the surf. His last words had been haunting: “I could drown in your eyes.” Then they had kissed with passion, ignoring the passers-by who watched them with a strange mix of revulsion and envy. He had removed his clothes and walked into the water, and her tears had flowed. In the last decade she’d taken other lovers, but nothing had ever come close to her beautiful, twisted Merman... 

“Let me tell you something,” said Johnson. “A while ago I took this here guitar down to a crossroads at midnight. I gave up my savings, they didn’t amount to much, and the Devil stood before me and retuned my strings. The moon came out and Satan disappeared. And after that I couldn’t just play the guitar anymore. I could play like a God, like I had an extra set of hands.” The promoter swallowed hard and took a step back. Johnson stared at him. “And you want me to play show tunes? Brother, you can kiss my fucking ass…”

Google location population search - when mousing over the graph in the OneBox area (left side) they highlight the corresponding year (X-axis) on the spark lines in the Knowledge Graph area (right side).