Archive for October, 2006

Hip to the mash-up scene

Sunday, October 15th, 2006

Mashups are certainly nothing new to the world, nor to the blogging community or internet at large. I guess I’m a bit behind the curve then, at least when it comes to actually listening to said mashups. For the most part, they can be downloaded for free from the artist’s own website, which is nice to be doing legally. A few have really caught my ear over the past few weeks, and are worth sharing.

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Mini-Bike jousting

Monday, October 16th, 2006

More YouTube, sorry. Some crazy folk decided to try out jousting on mini-bikes, and on top of that threw in some professional wrestling-esque characters for added fun. It just so happens that I went to high school with Captain Communism, Mustard Gas Murray and Mike Tyson from the Motherland. Communism and Murray also had starring roles in Vaches de la Mer, a short film which had a brief but well-received run several years back, so I’m glad to see their acting careers are still going strong. Sadly, the only copy of Vaches ever produced was lost, found, subjected to public enquiry, lost again, and finally buried in soft peat for three months and recycled as firelighters. Although no-one was ever formally accused of the video’s theft, I’m pretty sure Murray was the last one known to have it in his posession.

Anything less than 1680×1050 is criminal

Friday, October 20th, 2006

I’ve finally joined the ranks of those owning monitors that can support a display resolution greater than 1024×768, and it’s an LCD monitor to boot! For the past five years or so I’ve subsisted on 17″ CRT monitors which, I’ll grant, were of above-average size five years ago. But times have changed, and so it came to pass that I invested in a beautiful new LG brand 20.1″ widescreen LCD. Pictures after the jump.

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A moment of violent rage

Monday, October 23rd, 2006

Via BoingBoing - This cannot possibly be true, can it? If it is, then these people will be neither first nor last against the wall when the revolution comes. They’ll be quietly taken out behind the wall, where all the fun, pointy toys and hot pokers are kept, and where a simple gunshot will become a wished-for thing. How does that kind of a mental disconnect happen? On the one hand, you have the opportunity to help poor, amputee children. On the other hand, you have the inconvenience of having to sign all that paperwork to make the dreams of those children come true. It really is a tough call.