Don’t worry girls, he’s ok! Still dreamy as pie. Yep, Eamonn was sexily using his computer last week, when he walked half way into a scam, so reports the Irish Times this morning. (Good luck trying to read the article, it’s behind their shit-ass pay wall.)

At the launch of a €1 million awareness campaign about internet security, Mr Ryan said that last week he was “half-way” to entering his bank details in response to an e-mail request before he realised he was dealing with fraudsters.

Poor sexy man, was almost taken in by a scam, drop into Green Party headquarters if you’ve baked him a cake to console the poor chicken. (No more bra and panties ladies, they can’t recycle ALL of them!)

Ladies and gents, avert your eyes from his his photo for just two minutes and analyse the situation: Our minister for internets almost got internet scammed! We have someone in charge of our tubes who doesn’t have a piss-arse idea of what’s going on. Enough out of Jazz Biscuit. Read super-blogger and columnist Sarah Carey’s broadband-fiasco piece from last Sunday Times, and learn something about how minister interweb is screwing up the broadband rollout and making us interslowbastards.

A snip:

IF you think Eamon Ryan looks a bit hassled these days, broadband might have something to do with it. As minister for communications it’s his job to come up with a policy for Next Generation Networks - telecoms for the future and all that. But no-one seems to know what to do, least of all him.

Big news from SuperGorm; they’ve designed a really nice new logo for the Department of Environment. He says at his incredible internet blog (John Gormley doesn’t blog: he looks in the direction of the internet and it writes for him.)

Today I launched the new logo for the Department. I had a major input into this one and I think it’s an improvement on the previous one, which consisted of a drawing of a very foreboding Custom House.

See? Is there anything he can’t do? In the main photo at the top of his blag, John Gormley is shown standing beside a river. What’s not obvious to the layman is that the river is diverting itself around Gormley out of respect. Too fucking right.