Not that I’m advocating piracy at all, but the recent Ubisoft DRM Fails and the not so recent events that saw people who had bought a legitimate version of Spore downloading and installing cracked versions just to get it to work do make me think….
but sadly not eating cake.
Sorry i’ve not posted in a while. Been a little busy with some php stuff and also I got myself a HTC-Dream running Android.
I love the thing, completely and utterly (except for the lack of ram and crappy battery).
I would have posted about it sooner, but 1,000 words into my description of the user experience -written on the G1 whilst in the bath- I managed to hit cancel, and it kinda fucked me off.
But hopefully I should get round to posting something soon.
A live rendition of Lamb, playing their epic track Little Things from the Fear of Fours album.
Lamb seem to put across all the energy and funk of The Postal Service, but with the musical know-how of, say Mylo. This track in particular is a favourite as about 2:10 it starts feeling like its a Bill Bailey remix.
-Infact, if you’re going to listen to this, you should listen to B-Line next; the order it comes on hte album.
It turns out one of my (many) firefox plugins is causing wordpress to break in strange ways, namely when trying to edit a post, it reloads the main page inside of one of the iframes and then fails.
More info as it comes.
Thu Jan 15 18:25:35 GMT 2009:
I tried to be clever. I re-installed WordPress, Disabled all the plugns on the website and all to no avail.
Then I used my brain and tested it in another browser (seamonkey) and found it all working perfectly -fantastic, not a server issue then, but FireFox.
After switching to a different FF profile1 for a little while, I prove it was due to the plugins I was using.
Having finally switched back to my orogional profile, I’ve found everything working fine again. Which is a PITA.
the blue pipe marked as red, and the red marked as blue. fantastic 
Yeah, so its only a small thing, but it cracked me up.
And I had to go back twice after flooding my kitchen the first time 
Smoking harms you, and those around you -but doesn’t have to kill the planet.
I’ve decided its high time I jumped on the organic, free range, fair-trade bandwagon, and I think I have my first fantastic product to bring to market.
May I introduce to you; The Organic Tobacco co.
Ethically sourced tobacco, grown in free range fields (the crops are encouraged to move around as much as they like) and left fresh and pure, brought to you in the Organic isle at your local Salisbury’s.
Recycled and none-bleached rolling papers, bio-degradable filters for the tipped variety. All the packaging is 100% recycled.
Buy Fair Trade Fags by Fair Trade Fags
Well, after a brief foray of living at my parents, I’ve finally gotten my own place again.
Finally…. Well, that’s a bit of a fallacy. After seeing the Welfare Board and registering for a flat, I was told there was at least a six month waiting list. I was ready for this, I was getting settled in with my folks, and I had 10mb Internet and magical parent cupboards. Apart from not being able to smoke or shag, it was a cushy number*.
Hula Hoops' unique playful shape and their crunchy texture have made them the most fun snack to eat since they were launched in 1973.
Wow, I really am lost for words.
I was so shocked, I even left the camera in scepia mode I was so supprised.
I suppose the question has to be, What was the most fun snack before Hula Hoops, and Do I give a shit?
Points have to be given for correct appostrophie usage.
One of the strangest things since moving back is trying to score some weed.
Its been about 4 years since I moved back here, and in that time I’ve been living with weed quite literally on my doorstep, if not being sold in my lounge, so trying to score has really been quite easy.
Even before my most recent domestic living situation made this a piece of piss, my dealers house was only ever a 10min walk from home, and then 5 minutes after I moved and found myself even closer. Not just smoke, but a whole selection of go faster fizzy-good-make-feel-nice type powers and pills were on offer. All you had to do was ring him up (or just turn up, and let yourself in) and sometimes be forced to accept a can of beer, or a coffee. These were happy and easy times.
Except, now that I’m back home, I’m back to playing that ridiculous “standing on the street corner, waiting for the dealer for months”-game, again.
