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Sunday, January 26, 2003

USB I feel
that there is none it cannot
connect. Spring kicks ass.

Note - Spring certainly does not kick ass, but it does only have a single syllable.

*wanders off to claim 10 points*

Yes, I'm at work, btw. It's 6pm, and I've been here 10 hours. You do the math.

posted by A 5:44 PM

Friday, January 24, 2003

But I don't want email spam...

posted by A 3:13 PM
I need about 6 feet of string, and big white sheet.

*mysterious look*

At a pinch, a painting drape and a length of network cable will do, however.

** update **

You can all bugger off searching for simcity sim city 4 serial key warez crack.

posted by A 12:15 PM

Wednesday, January 22, 2003

Argh, busybusybusy. Reminder that the ProjectorGames is this weekend (24th, 25th, 26th) so if yer coming, BLOODY EMAIL ME AND LET ME KNOW.

posted by A 3:04 PM

Tuesday, January 21, 2003


Not everyone is thoroughly distraught by the West Pier's imminent disappearance...

posted by A 5:16 PM

posted by A 10:53 AM

Monday, January 20, 2003

Ah, well, I'm convinced...


Do you have to be technically minded to see that as an amazingly transparent con?
posted by A 5:22 PM
Git yor cowboy quotes here!

Yee-haw, etc.
posted by A 11:19 AM
Ah, Engrish. Is there anything finer?

Raisins stuffed with dough, and the baked
- box of raisin cookies

Lemon as the summer sun
- on fruit drink box

Let's be beautiful life friends
- seen on T-shirt

Be only drink the better
- newspaper advert for some mineral water

A lovely paper for your toilet life
- on wrapping of toilet paper rolls

Skin hand : Beautiful
- Advert for skin moisturizer

Here's a nice book. Let's diary!
- on cover of notebook

Learn from not losing the give-up
- seen on T-shirt

More here
posted by A 10:39 AM

Sunday, January 19, 2003

Well, well, well. We were whisked into work today, where we were worked. We wish we were without work. Wistful,we fear. We will be wandering westward whence the witchinghour withdraws. We wish 50 words were wound with working wards in wits. We wish we'd wakened with... oh this is too hard. Why why why why why why why why why why why why?

50 for, 11 against.
posted by A 12:52 PM

Friday, January 17, 2003

Excellent. Bubble Bobble, one of my alltime favourite games, has a webpage entirely dedicated to the entire series.

In fact, it's had one since 1994, but I only just found it.
posted by A 12:01 PM
How do people come here? Here's a list!

1. ed2k
2. batthumb
3. links
4. e-mule
5. Sawkins
6. game
7. avi
8. old
9. mod
10. serial

Serial.. ports? Serial... number? Who the hell typed 'old' into a search engine and expected to get anything sensible out of it?

Still, I seem to be doing better than newmanohyeah, who (apparently) get most of their hits from:


I don't even know who 'will kemp' is. Yet. I shall find out. To Google, Batman!
posted by A 10:40 AM

Thursday, January 16, 2003



Find out everything, good or bad, about your hometown. Absolutely hilarious

posted by A 2:05 PM
wha do i do now? says:
id usually b asleep now jus i gota do my werk 2day else im not lowed out 2mora

wha do i do now? says:

n i cant do it 2mora cuz ppl r cumin over

wha do i do now? says:

argh my life is so dam confusin

And I say:

So is your mode of speech.

Where do these people find me?
posted by A 12:21 PM

Wednesday, January 15, 2003




More later!

posted by A 12:12 PM

Tuesday, January 14, 2003

I doubt these are real, as they seem to have evolved since I first saw the email, but hey:

These are metaphors from actual GCSE essays.............
(insert suspension of disbelief here)

Her face was a perfect oval, like a circle that had its two other sides gently compressed by a Thigh Master.
His thoughts tumbled in his head, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a tumble dryer.
She caught your eye like one of those pointy hook latches that used to dangle from doors and would fly up whenever you banged the door open again.
The little boat gently drifted across the pond exactly the way a bowling ball wouldn't.
McMurphy fell 12 stories, hitting the pavement like a paper bag filled with vegetable soup.
Her hair glistened in the rain like nose hair after a sneeze.
Her eyes were like two brown circles with big black dots in the centre.
Her vocabulary was as bad as, like, whatever.
He was as tall as a six-foot-three-inch tree.
The hailstones leaped from the pavement, just like maggots when you fry them in hot grease.
Long separated by cruel fate, the star-crossed lovers raced across the grassy field toward each other like two freight trains, one having left York at 6:36 p.m. travelling at 55 mph, the other from Peterborough at 4:19 p.m. at a speed of 35 mph.
The politician was gone but unnoticed, like the full stop after the Dr. on a Dr Pepper can.
John and Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who had also never met.
The thunder was ominous sounding, much like the sound of a thin sheet of metal being shaken backstage during the storm scene in a play.
The red brick wall was the colour of a brick-red crayon.
Even in his last years, Grandpa had a mind like a steel trap, only one that had been left out so long it had rusted shut.
The door had been forced, as forced as the dialogue during the interview portion of Family Fortunes.
Shots rang out, as shots are wont to do.
The plan was simple, like my brother Phil. But unlike Phil, this plan just might work.
The young fighter had a hungry look, the kind you get from not eating for a while.
"Oh, Jason, take me!" she panted, her breasts heaving like a student on 31p-a-pint night.
He was as lame as a duck. Not the metaphorical lame duck either, but a real duck that was actually lame. Maybe from stepping on a land mine or something.
Her artistic sense was exquisitely refined, like someone who can tell butter from "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter."
She had a deep, throaty, genuine laugh, like that sound a dog makes just before it throws up.
It came down the stairs looking very much like something no one had ever seen before.
The knife was as sharp as the tone used by Glenda Jackson MP in her first several points of parliamentary procedure made to Robin Cook MP, Leader of the House of Commons, in the House Judiciary Committee hearings on the suspension of Keith Vaz MP.
The ballerina rose gracefully en pointe and extended one slender leg behind her, like a dog at a lamppost.
The revelation that his marriage of 30 years had disintegrated because of his wife's infidelity came as a rude shock, like a surcharge at a formerly surcharge-free cashpoint.
The dandelion swayed in the gentle breeze like an oscillating electric fan set on medium.
It was a working class tradition, like fathers chasing kids around with their power tools.
He was deeply in love. When she spoke, he thought he heard bells, as if she were a dustcart reversing.
She was as easy as the Daily Star crossword.
She grew on him like she was a colony of E. coli and he was room-temperature British beef.
She walked into my office like a centipede with 98 missing legs.
Her voice had that tense, grating quality, like a first-generation thermal paper fax machine that needed a band tightened.
It hurt the way your tongue hurts after you accidentally staple it to the wall.

posted by A 12:35 PM
From PennyArcade

"I guess Best Buy broke the street date for SimCity 4, so it seemed only proper to pick it up early. The one thing I can tell you at this point is that it is very nice to look at. The last SimCity I played with any real vigor was the second one, so I'm looking forward to investing myself in it. There is apparently some kind of cooperative, region-based multiplayer mode called SimSomethingSomething, but it doesn't appear to be ready quite yet. In any case, this release kicks off a few expensive months dense with highly anticipated titles."

Multiplayer... Sim... City... Resistance... Fading... Must... Code... ProjectorGames...
posted by A 10:14 AM

Projector Games

posted by A 1:17 AM

Monday, January 13, 2003

Now, I could paraphrase.... or I can cut and paste. Given the 2pm deadline that's approaching, I'll parap - no, cut and paste.

Ben and I have been kicking the idea around for a while - a Nomic where players' weblogs are a part of the game; where rules can be passed that restrict, encourage or otherwise pivot around the contents of people's pages ("Whenever anyone makes a posting, they get a point", "Whenever anyone via-links to another player, that player also gets a point", "Anyone using the letter 'e' in a posting on a Monday is eliminated from the game", etc.).
It's called BlogNomic and is being run as a weblog itself, with players being signed up as contributors, proposals made as blog entries, and voting performed through comments. A fresh, unsullied ruleset is awaiting further ink; a fledgeling democracy is ready to consider your ideas, your improvements and your subtle bids for harsh dictatorial conquest. Join at the ground floor today.

Thank you Kevan.
posted by A 11:58 AM
Dysons! Is there anything they can't suck?

Went to a comedy club last night, and thoroughly enjoyed it. Can't remember anything particularly funny right now, but I was certainly laughing at the time.

The first ProjectorGames release is storming along. Looking to have a playtesting weekend in 2 weeks time, if things carry on. I currently have 5 controllers stuck into my PC, so that's as many as I've tested - seems to be working great so far. If you have any old USB controllers or hubs lying around EMAIL ME
posted by A 10:35 AM

Saturday, January 11, 2003

The Pictures from the last ShotGunLan are finally up.

Also went to an all you can eat pizza for lunch, followed by a random all you can eat chinese in the evening... they had to roll me home. Quote of the evening : "Darwin? Isn't he the guy that gives the awards to stupid people?"
posted by A 10:00 AM

Friday, January 10, 2003

A new venture takes place... classic massively multiplayer games - on one screen!

Check it out:


posted by A 10:31 AM

Question is - what did they fly into that tower?
posted by A 10:24 AM

Thursday, January 09, 2003

And did the British train system cope with a whole 2 inches of snow?

Did it hell, I was stuck at Guildford train station for 2 of the coldest hours of my life.
posted by A 11:42 AM
Women! Remember that Conditions are more important that Fashion.

To whit, not wearing high heeled shoes and gaining two inches on your male colleagues is preferable to slipping over on ice and concussing yourself!

This public safety announcement was brought to you by Slurm.

Oh ffs, just let me link. *annoyed now*
posted by A 11:41 AM

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

Did I mention that Colin McRae was crap?


B2 voted Best Racing Game 2002 and comes 5th in Game of the Year 2002 vote

They also slate Burnout3 for a Christmas 2003 release... guess they know something we don't...

posted by A 3:51 PM
Ah snow. Dontcha just love it?

I get up to a flurry of text messages - 'We had a Blizzard!'; after I'd come to, I realised that the message probably wasn't about WarCraft 3.
As I left the house, I paused - would the British train system cope with 1/2" of snow?

Ringing mum was a treat:'Has it snowed there?" "Oh no, it hasn't... I'll look... OH my goodness!"

Anyway. It seems that Railtrack can't cope with that much snow - maybe 2 inches now, but amusingly referred to as a 'heavy snowfall' by the nice conductor man, shortly before 300 irate passengers tore him to pieces. I finally made it to work at about 1:30, for a short day - I'm not risking being out too long after it's gotten dark, and all the snow starts to deepfreeze.

I'm sure it's the wrong kind of snow.

posted by A 3:48 PM
Luke: "I know something you do not know."
Darth Vader: "What is that?"
Luke: "I am not left handed!"
Darth Vader cuts Luke's right hand off with his light saber.
Darth Vader: "Now you are."

That is all.
posted by A 2:19 PM

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

Kevan has had a very clever idea. And here it is!
posted by A 2:20 PM
What am I supposed to do here?

New mp3 player, takes MMC cards - no contact details in the manual, not even a company - however, does it support 256 meg MMC cards? only 64 meg? help!

As an aside, a 64mb MMC card is only 27 pounds... ridiculous prices. I paid something like £130 for my 32Mb upgrade for my Rio, less than 2 years ago. I'm sure that in another 5 years, I'll scoff at that, as I insert my brand new 16 gigabyte memory card into my mp3 player...
posted by A 11:11 AM
Windup or sexiest-thing-ever?

(unlinkable image removed)

For the uninitiated of you out there - the size of the cartridge port would make that about 2 inches along it's longest side...!

Sorry, you'll have to cut and paste this into a browser, it doesn't like you coming from anywhere else...

posted by A 10:34 AM
New Year's Resolution:

No more late night curries *clutches stomach*

"Shoot it up, now shoot it up (upupupupupup)"

posted by A 10:01 AM

Friday, January 03, 2003


I'm so shallow. But I want this t-shirt. I would need to wear it all the time, however.
posted by A 11:34 AM

Thursday, January 02, 2003

I realised that I didn't know how to use semicolons properly; now I think I do.

I might be wrong, but that's the price you have to pay.

Anyways, if for some odd reason you're curious, here are the links; in HTML format.

Colons, and Semicolons, and Bears!
Lesson 381 - Punctuation - Semicolons

Note - don't overuse them.

Tonight's goal is to learn about harmony. The musical kind.
posted by A 2:53 PM
Ah, Sellotape! Is there anything it can't do?

Here's a quick prece:

Q: How can I avoid the hazard of tripping over loose cables in the home?
A: Sellotape® them down!

Q: I use Sellotape® Original frequently but find that it's just not strong enough for all jobs in the home.
Any suggestions?
A: Use more Sellotape®!

Q: How can I stop my mats sliding across the parquet floor?
A: Use Sellotape®!

Q: How can I remove irritating animal hairs from my clothes?
A: Sellotape® the irritating animals to the outside of your house!
posted by A 11:44 AM
Take note!

The Ten Rules of e-mail.

12. If you are one of those insufferable idiots who forwards anything that promises "something bad will happen if you don't," then something bad will happen to you if I ever meet you in a dark alley.

Thank you, PVP.
posted by A 11:20 AM
Questions to ponder...

Why do rivers flood? Why can't the water all get down in time?
Why doesn't my television have an S-Video socket?

And the reason the steadycam 'Evil' shots from Evil Dead series seem to sound like they're on a motorbike is because they were filmed by strapping a camera to the front of a motorbike.

Should hopefully be updating my MST3k list from 'worringly empty' to 'nicely full'.

Nice for CD-R manfacturers, that is.
posted by A 10:59 AM