Jul 11, 2006 · 1 minute read
Today, Microsoft finally plunged the stake through the heart of a most-likely illegal tying of two products designed to kill off superior competitors, at last killing the DOS bloodline. It took four months to write, but the terrible legacy of QDOS has hung over the personal computer industry ever since. It may be fifteen years too late, but Microsoft has realised that a security model is actually quite useful. And hey, they’ve also remembered that they have a web browser! And they’re going to fix it! You’d think Firefox might have a 15% share of the browser market in America or something.
Let’s not celebrate too soon, though. There’s still millions of copies of Windows 98 and the horrific Windows Me
(even Microsoft disowns that mess) out there on the Internet, ready to become zombies in the botnets
that circle the globe. Thanks, Microsoft. Really.
Moving on? Why not skip off the Microsoft treadmill? Apple’s treadmill is shinier
, but they make you pay for it, while Ubuntu
is not quite as flash, but costs as much as a blank CD…
Jul 8, 2006 · 2 minute read
A détente, then. My sister came to terms with it a long time before I did, but Who is never going to resemble what I want it to be: an imaginative, tightly-scripted and plotted telefantasy show. Like its previous incarnation, you have to accept that it’s often going to be inconsistent, often incoherent, and plotted like a monkey on a sugar high.
The opening thirty minutes? Teh awesome
. The Cybermen / Dalek bitchfest was simply wonderful. The Daleks backing off when Rose mentioned the Doctor. The Doctor and his sonic screwdriver - a cheer. The secret of the Genesis Ark? Genius
(Although I was screaming ‘it’s the Hand of Omega!’ just before the prison TARDIS was opened). Lady Torchwood overriding CyberControl? A good stiff upper lip, just like the Brigadier.
The final emo ten minutes? Funnily enough, I think that one of RTD’s weak points is that his Who
scripts just never pack the emotional punch that he aims for; there’s always a repeated joke that he uses to lighten the mood, and then run that joke into the ground for two minutes to make sure we get it (most obviously in Love And Monsters
, but shown here in Jackie’s “how rich?” routine), and he never manages to capture emotions in the way that Sorkin, Whedon, Sherman-Palladino, McGovern, or a host of other writers do. But, it’s adequate, it’s not going to change, and the last bit of the Rose/Doctor exchange was good. So I’ll take the flashes of greatness and try not to get annoyed at the dumb bits in the future.
(also? His Dark Materials?)
Having said that, the final thirty seconds made me want to rip off his arms and beat him to death with them, but hey, I guess that was his intention.
Jul 8, 2006 · 1 minute read
Number 19 with a bullet!
(If you’re torn, then I’d suggest picking the Japanese copy
over the Swedish issue - it contains the remix of You Are The Generation…
and the probably quite rare Johnny Boy Dub
, previously only available on their Boobytrap single
(but don’t bother ordering it from Boobytrap
, because despite what their store pages say, they don’t have any copies left. Can you tell I speak from bitter experience? I knew you could. Aha, they’ve updated it now. Well, I’m still sulking). £17 from Japan isn’t too bad for an import. Oh, and it has the video for You Are The Generation…
Jul 6, 2006 · 1 minute read
The reason why Courtney Love won’t be invited back to Glastonbury any time soon. But boy, did I wish I was closer to the stage at that point.
(Later on, she appeared in a heat-induced vision I had between The Other Stage and The Main Stage. Which was interesting
Jul 4, 2006 · 1 minute read
You know I love you, but you are a little bit strange and freaky and disturbing sometimes…
Jul 3, 2006 · 1 minute read
The CD single for Pull Shapes includes a dance routine. It is, therefore, an essential purchase.
Clap your hands!
Jul 2, 2006 · 1 minute read
It had a long and faithful service, but its time is up.
You would not believe the amount of dust that was inside it, either…
Jul 2, 2006 · 1 minute read
After six years, going to America for nine months, several motherboards, power supplies, and processors, the Tower of Power has finally been retired. I am no longer running Windows. I am no longer running Linux. It’s quite sad, really. I now no longer have a desktop machine, for the first time since 1997.
My journey to the dark side of Apple is complete. Bwahahahaha!