I Even Hate Potential Change

Today at school, we sat through a talk on applying to university, which must be done by early October. Long-term readers (there must be one of you out there) will know that I have only a very vague idea of what I want to do in life. I'm aware that it should involve computers and I hope to be involved in the video game industry somehow, probably in a game design aspect. I also hope to do a lot of writing, which could easily just be a hobby once I gather some momentum, and I have more than a passing interest in physics, astronomy and robotics.

I have yet to find a university course that combines all these things.

It might help if I was actually looking at prospectuses and so on, something I probably should have done before now and will have to be doing over the weekend. Of course, that's only the start of the whole process and the problems involved.

My resume extra-curricular-wise isn't exactly stunning and such things are apparently very important. Seems like I have just over one month to turn myself into a well-rounded human being with a diverse range of interests and skills. Cue 24-esque countdown starting.... now!

...

Or not.

I figure I can do the C++ for Dummies book I've had lying around for ages and claim that as a skill. I've come up with a challenge to build my own PC (or Linux box as it may well end up) for under £100, not counting various parts I can scavenge from here and there. Playing some sort of sport or musical instrument is apparently helpful but I'm supremely untalented at both and now is no time to start.

I guess I'll just have to see how it goes and try to lie my way out of it. I've always been very bad at this whole “I performed task X outside of school, proving Y and teaching me that Z”. As far as my cynical and logical mind can see, doing X proves only that I can do X. People can draw from that what they will.

So I'm going to do a to-do list. Here goes.


Go through C++ for Dummies

Complete Visual BASIC stuff (technically homework which I'll have to do anyway)

Research building a computer

Continue writing fiction and sketches, turning it into a regular thing

Write more for the MacTake

Revive the VersusCOM podcast

Get back into Game Maker (I'm supposed to be helping little kids learn it in Computing club anyway, so why not?)

Look into university courses, particularly what I would need for a career in video game design, with other options available (I can't believe this came so far down the list)

Do something about the VersusCOM website

Stop writing these blog posts when people can come into my room and annoy me

Stop adding irrelevant items to lists without giving them proper context

Sell more stuff on eBay, particularly the NESi and spare retro consoles (nothing to do with the future, I just need some cash and my brother asked me to sell some stuff of his too)

Become more proficient with Linux and declare it a skill


I think that about covers it for now. I really need to get some hobbies that can be summed up in one word like “archery”, “photography” or “paintballing”. Video games don't seem to count as a hobby, I don't like telling people about my writing, such as it is, and everything else I do sounds very geeky and academic. Maybe I could invent a sport based on retro gaming and claim commitment for having done it for years.

But I don't want to get started on a rant about that. I fear I may already have done so elsewhere and elsewhen. Which really ought to be a word. I think I'm going to try writing something tonight. Or practising Street Fighter II some more.

No! I must focus on shiny things my future! My future hopefully involves getting some sleep soon. My body still hasn't adjusted to the school routine of being awake in the morning.

Mini-posts suck, but at least they don't last long

Another school day, another piece of old technology looted from the Computing lab cupboards. This time, Sam managed to snag himself a BBC Master. We immediately went and hooked it up in the common room, much to the confusion of technically-challenged people and the annoyance of people who wanted to play Halo 2. However, it's my TV and I'll use it for whatever I want.


I wish I had more to say, I really do. I also wish that I didn't have a Computing homework sheet to do most of and Computing first thing tomorrow morning. But such is life. And I still need to play some FFIII DS, damn it. I shall complete that game!

But really, I've left this homework too late so I'm calling this a mini-post (they still count because I say they do) and putting it up before panicking about this homework, doing it and then going to bed.

Here's a kinda funny-ish movie that might be good, judging from certain scenes presented in the admittedly short trailer.

And here's a funny webcomic I read through today. I don't think I've ever used the term here before but I now assure you that this is rather NSFW.

Have a nice day.

School and Stupidity

Nothing quite says “Sixth Year” like a 96-match, winner-stays-on, 4-hour continuous game of Street Fighter II. People are bringing in more advanced consoles (note avoidance of the word “better”) than the SNES tomorrow, along with plenty of TVs.

You may remember that a few days ago, I mentioned I had fallen out of the habit of playing video games over the summer. I also speculated that this was because I consider gaming very much a social activity and that I'd probably get back into it once I got back to school.

As you may have guessed, I was right. After having been humiliated by failing miserably at SNES Tetris (the principles are remarkably different from Tetris DS, particularly screen width, drop rate and the lack of a hold ability) and holding my own in Street Fighter, I came home determined to practice all night if I had to. Which I did, more or less. I still intend to play some Final Fantasy III tonight, since a girl is beating me at it. That may sound ridiculously juvenile, but this is the internet. Everything sounds like that.

So, with all this gaming and schoolwork and such, I haven't actually had much of a chance to think about TWToday and what to write for it. I may try to get something written tomorrow, though what I could really do with is some easier access to a computer. The only one currently available at school, without trekking round classrooms begging, is stuck in the corner of the Sixth Year kitchen, its speakers having been appropriated for various iPods.

Still, I might be able to get it done if we can get into the quieter room (read: room without blaring crappy pop music). It would be even quieter still if we could shut the door. Well, we can technically do that already but we just can't get it open again, owing to a distinct lack of handle.

I know I seem to be doing a lot of complaining (which may be why you read this, whoever you are, but I don't like it being why I write) about the Common Room and school but there are a significant number of people in it whom I despise. Why, you ask? Simple. Many of them are imbeciles with juvenile senses of humour and no perception of reality.

How can I prove this? Why, a tale by firelight, of course. Monitor backlights also work.

A bit of background. The school I go to has a house system. The four houses are Nightingale, Montgomery, Churchill and Curie. Obviously, these are all named after various famous people.

When my friends and I were sitting playing Street Fighter today, we clearly overheard a rather (unintentionally) amusing conversation going on behind us. A girl we'll call “K” (later edit: not that I'll ever actually call her that again) comes in, squeeling merrily in the fashion that girls such as her do when they encounter others of their kind. She then states, in a clear and loud voice, completely unaware of the stupidity of it:

“I just found out that Montgomery isn't named after Colin Montgomerie!”

...

That sound you can hear is one of Britain's greatest military officers spinning in his grave.

What makes it even worse is the fact that several other piped up to not knowing that either. They then struggled to recall who it was actually named for (they got as far as some guy named “Montgomery”). This isn't even getting to the fact that the two men spell their names differently.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is the kind of shit that we have to put up with until we finally rise up and establish a ruling council of intellectual elites.

Unless you just went to Wikipedia to look up “Montgomery”, in which case you'll be cleaning toilets.

Standard Back to School Complaining

You know it's the first day back from summer when you take a dozen tries to do your tie.


Ah, first day back at school. It's weird. I can get back into the routine very quickly, it's only another variation on something I've been doing decades, I suppose, but it seems like most of the knowledge I gained last term has left my head.

Well, maybe not so much left as “temporarily hidden away beneath a thick coating of dust”. The odd prod in the right direction seems to be helping me get through things. Our Physics teacher, sensible man that he is, has decided to run through the previous terms stuff for a couple of days rather than spending the rest of the term answering questions about the first topic. Computing should be a matter of flicking through some PowerPoints I had to make last term. Maths is... Maths. I'll deal with it as it comes.

The biggest advantage of Sixth Year is always supposed to be the Common Room, to which we now have access during free periods. For the younger children in the school, this is undoubtedly the holy grail, a place where video games can be played and TV watched while in school. Once you get further up it still sounds like a nice idea. Once you reach Sixth Year and step inside, you discover that it looks crap, is cramped and that the hallowed TVs have a single SCART plug and look like they were pulled off a rubbish heap in the early 90s.

It's nice enough though, and I'm sure I'll learn to live with it until some asshole gets the whole year chucked out by trying to destroy everyone's eardrums with some horrible pop song.

I really can be depressing if I try, can't I? But like I keep saying, I need to stop doing these things late at night. It's not that I get tired, it's more to do with the constant stream of people in and out of my door telling me that I should get to bed, peering out my window at garage doors before declaring that they can't see anything and then asking if I've brushed my teeth. Repeat ad nauseam.

Those three things all quite literally happened immediately after I'd finished typing that.

But away from such topics. I haven't had any time to write more of the fiction that I started last week. I currently need some kind of title for it, as well, since it has long since evolved past what the original title implied. Suggestions on a postcard or in the comments.

I may write more about school tomorrow when I feel I can be bothered and if I don't have too much homework to do.

I have no idea why anyone thought it would be a good idea to do a Joust movie. I'd barely heard of the thing and, reading up on it, it's hardly plot heavy.

For now, I'm going to bed. Because I'm tired. I find that that's a far better reason to go to bed than “because somebody yelled at me”.

Have a nice day.

Another Day, Another Headache

I have a splitting headache and the scroll ball on my Mighty Mouse, apparently detecting my negative views of the Apple Store, has decided to play up again. All this on the day before I go back to school.

So I'm not in a good mood.

As such, I'm keeping this post short. Those in need of my witticisms and cynical opinions can find them at the MacTake article I linked above, which I managed to type up before my headache got worse. I suspect that it's due to a lack of sleep or, failing that, I'm hoping that sleep will somehow cure it anyway.

This is the last Metroid Retrospective, giving a look at Fusion and the overall timeline of the series. It's pretty good, so I'd recommend giving it a look. It goes into a bit of detail on some plots but you needn't worry about spoilers for Corruption (as I did) since it keeps everything fairly brief there. This comes along with rumours of the return of Metroid Dread. A rumoured 2D DS instalment of the series, Dread was unofficially canned before it was officially announced, with precious little mention of it recently. It's referenced as a bit of an easter egg/plot hook in Corruption. It's hardly Reggie standing on a PAX stage and beating his chest with it but, for we 2D hopefuls, it'll do.

One last link, to a Halo Wars demo trailer. I can't say I've been hugely excited about this game so far, RTSs not being my favourite genre and console-based RTSs generally being in the lower ranks of that genre, but it's an interesting enough video to waste 10 minutes on.

Summer's End (Almost)

I'm having bizarre trouble writing the little intro sentence to this post. The gist of it is that the itching I mentioned yesterday was apparently caused by insects, as evidenced by the similar itching and distinct bites on my arms today. So there's apparently some bug flying around the garden that I'm mildly allergic to and have never encountered before. Weird.


So, the summer holidays are almost over now. The question I have to ask myself is, did I get anything done? Well, I suppose I got some stuff done. Assuming about a 550 words-per-post average and an 8 week holiday, I've written about 30, 800 words for TWToday. I've rearranged all the furniture in my room. I've sold my old Axim on eBay. I've finally got round to writing some fiction that's been in my head for years. I've been driving for the first time and gone again.

On the other hand, I've got a big list of things that are still undone. I haven't so much as opened my copy of C++ for Dummies. I meant to get back into Game Maker and didn't. The VersusCOM podcast is still on hiatus and I haven't even made a start on several other VCOM projects, including reviving the website itself. Aside from my Axim, I've still got a tonne of stuff I need to sell.

Still, I guess I can still get that done. I figure Sixth Year will give me a bit more free time – which I'll have to make good use of – and not all of what I meant to do will take ages. Still, it's strange to know that I can't keep putting stuff off until the next school holidays. After this, I've only got three big ones left.

Meh. I'm worrying too much again. And right now is not a time for worrying, it's a time for sleep. I'm getting up early (relatively speaking) tomorrow since we're all heading into Glasgow to the new Apple Store, as I think I mentioned before. Should be fun and, depending on how I like the feel, I may come home with a new keyboard.


I've been reading a load of articles on Snopes recently. I don't know what's more amazing: some of the things that have actually happened or some of the things that people believe have happened. Anyway, it's definitely worth a look, on the off chance that you've never been there before.


More tomorrow, maybe, once I've given some more serious thought to various matters. For today, I'm going to bed, even if I haven't reached that magical 550 word average. Maybe I'll write some more fiction tomorrow to compensate. Or maybe I'll wallow in self-pity and my own inability to take significant actions some more. Or maybe I'll replay the BioShock demo. It's all good.

Woodle: How do Daleks stay clean?

Concept by Alasdair Corbett
Art by Sam Stafford
We probably ought to mention that Terry Nation created the Daleks, just to be safe

Too Many Tales for Other Times

For reasons unknown to medical science, physical labour makes my scalp itch like crazy. It's weird.


I've noticed that I have a set routine to my nights now. I'll potter about my computer for a bit, have my shower, have something to eat (I've had a bowl of cereal every night since I was about seven; no, I don't know why) and then, at almost precisely 22:20, I'll sit back down in front of this keyboard and make a start on the nightly blog post.

It's kind of a depressing routine, to be honest, but one that should be broken when the holidays end and I return to school on Tuesday. Of course, that in itself is equally depressing. Since I like making lists, here's one of things that I need to do before Tuesday:


1. Post tonight's woodle.
2. Pack my school bag.
3. Dig out my school uniform from the recesses of my wardrobe. Finding my shoes may require an expeditionary team.
4. Double check that I have no holiday homework to panic about at the last minute and then discover that no one else has done anyway.
5. Cry myself to sleep on Monday.


I think that just about covers everything. In other news, I finally did some proper gaming on my new TV, having hooked up TimeSplitters Future Perfect in order to check what the winning multiplayer screens said, for a story I was briefly writing. As always happens when I'm playing TimeSplitters, I felt compelled to play the single player for a while, also giving me the chance to use widescreen settings and such for the first time. I love my TV. I also love TimeSplitters, but that's a story for another time.

I was browsing TVTropes when I came across the Nightmare Fuel trope, about unintentionally scary stuff in children's shows, and a link to this YouTube video. Creepiest. Thing. Ever. With some homosexual imagery thrown in to boot. Or maybe that's just my twisted imagination, judge for yourself.

I'm just considering writing a post about all the crap that corporations think they can get away with and which is subsequently, and rapidly, discovered by the entire internet. When will they learn? But I'll save that for another time. As well as my ranting about video game industry "analysts".

I expect that tomorrow will be a post full of reminiscing about the summer holidays and thinking about going back to school. Or maybe it won't be. Either way, don't expect much on Monday since I'll probably be spending the time crafting a report for the MacTake on my visit to the Glasgow Apple Store and, with any luck, my shiny new keyboard.

I still have to post today's woodle after this and then get to bed (no more waking up at half past eleven for me) so I'll wrap things up here and now. Have a nice day.

Why Game?

I really should stop talking to my mother before doing these posts. It has an annoying tendency to put me in a bad mood.


Anyway, teenage angst aside, I do actually have some stuff to talk about. It's nothing deep but neither am I, quite frankly. I'm deeper than some people but I'm hardly Shakespeare. Of course, it's a well-established fact that 1000 monkeys could write his plays, so maybe that's not the best comparison to draw.

I've found myself playing relatively few video games recently. I'm not entirely sure why, since I have just set up a new TV in my room and connected all my consoles to it. I have games that I keep meaning to play, as highlighted by Sam's disbelief that I still haven't got round to picking up my DS and finishing (his copy of) Pheonix Wright, which I've been on the last level of for months. My current justification is that Erin's playing it.

Maybe it's a lack of good games, as often happens in the summer. It's partly a build-up for the Christmas season but the old E3 has also been blamed, since developers and publishers preferred to focus on creating demos and trailers rather than working on the game proper. Maybe it's just a bit of a shift in lifestyle as I find myself spending more time browsing the web (often game sites, it has to be said) and (trying to) write and I find myself unwilling to go and play video games, a symptom probably more to do with general apathy than anything else.

I suspect it might have something to do with the fact that, for the past couple of years, I've been getting steadily more and more into gaming news. It probably started not long before Sam and I started doing the VersusCOM podcast (soon to be brought back from the dead) and got steadily worse since then. Being tuned into the hype train can really ruin a good gaming experience. Skeptical though I may be, it's easy to be disappointed by overly hyped games. It's also difficult to get excited about what's in the disc slot now, when the Next Big Thing^TM is supposedly just round the corner. Unless it's delayed.

That said, it's things like this that remind me why I'm a gamer. It's the latest release list from Nintendo and reading it warms my heart and hurts my wallet. Metroid Prime 3, Super Mario Galaxy, Super Paper Mario... games that I've been looking forward to for months, even years, are finally within my grasp and I can imagine sitting down and playing them when I get home from school, racing to complete them before my friends.

When I scrolled to the bottom of the list and saw the tentatively titled "Advance Wars 2" listed for DS, I couldn't help but break into a smile. I wasn't just thinking of the possibility of new games, I was reminded of old ones. Months spent playing a single game of Advance Wars at break times with three friends. Doing the same with the second one. That thrill of finding out about the series prior to that on the Famicom and old Game Boy as my interest grew.

Because gaming is a fascinating hobby and a very social one, from my perspective. Sure, I may not be into LAN parties and online gaming (I'm rather proud of eschewing WoW, actually) but there's something about doing multiplayer and discussing plotlines with friends and rivals. I suspect now, writing this as I think, that I've fallen out of my gaming habit over the summer because I've had no one to play with. I love a good single player game with a good plot, but part of the appreciation of that experience has to do with talking about it and examining it. I haven't been able to do that during the holidays.

So, looking over this list and thinking about going back to school, I've begun to realise just what a huge part video games play in my life. And, I hope, what a huge part they will continue to play.


That, ladies and gentlemen, is what TWToday is about, when I do it well. Starting with an idea, running with it, writing it down and coming to a conclusion. Now, tomorrow I just need to get the damned tutorial mode of Mario Strikers Charged finished...

Chapter 1.1, plus some notes and links

So, below is the first part of my "webcomic" which I've kind of turned into a prose thing. No idea if it'll work out but I figure it's worth a shot. If you can't be bothered reading it, scroll down for some links and such.



James glanced up from his DS when he heard the door open and shut above the gaggle of the crowded room. Alex had arrived, five minutes after himself and Sherman, probably because he had had to walk from the other building. His own fault for taking Maths.

He returned his focus to the game just in time to see a green shell rear-end him and sent him hurtling off a cliff. Sherman whooped enthusiastically. James thought that he would have grown used to winning by now but perhaps that was silly, since James was not yet resigned to losing.

The race was over by the time that Alex had pushed his way through the narrow gaps between the tables, making his way to their small corner of the room, brushing past dangling legs and trying not to step on dropped crisps as he did so. Putting his bag up on the table, just avoiding flattening James sandwiches, he pulled out his own console and the three friends spent the next half hour or so gaming, chatting and, occasionally, eating the lunch for which their break from schoolwork was named.

They had returned to playing Mario Kart, Alex being unbeatable at Tetris and Bomberman being too boring with only three players, when the topic of conversation moved to the weekend.

“I've been meaning to ask,” said Alex. “Either of you guys free on Saturday night?”

“You asking us out?” jibed Sherman, before blasting past James. He should have expected that; Sherm always stayed back until the last round to get better power-ups.

“Not precisely. Indeed, practically the opposite. My parents are having some kind of dinner party and I require your assistance in staying the hell away from it.”

“Ah,” replied James. “The old “But, Mum, I can't socialise now, I'm with my friends” routine.”

“Well, I stick with what works. And I do hate to be one of only three people below the age of forty in the house. And one of the others is thirty nine.” Alex had a look of quiet concentration on his face. Whether he was concentrating on the game or his verbose sentences (or something else entirely), James could never be sure.

“Who's number three?” he asked, unwilling to devote to words brainpower that could go into hitting item boxes.

“You, currently,” said Alex, timing it so perfectly with his overtaking that James could have sworn he'd been preparing it since he started talking. “And Claire Johnson on Saturday.”

“Claire Johnson... I know that name.”

“You've probably heard Sherman or I mention her, she used to be a friend back in Primary school.”

Sherman crossed the finish line, followed by Alex five seconds later. James was just a few seconds behind them when the game finished automatically. Looking around, he noticed the general meandering towards the door and packing of bags that indicated the end of lunch was near. He turned off and flipped shut his DS in one practiced movement, slipping it in his blazer pocket as Alex zipped up his bag and Sherman tossed a last chunk of sandwich into his mouth.

“So,” said Alex. “You guys in for Saturday?”

“Got rugby in the morning but I should be able to make it. When for?”

“Six thirty would probably be good. James?”

“I've got nothing better to do. And I can't resist a chance to meet a pretty girl.”

“Aww,” said Sherman as they reached the door. “You think I'm pretty.”



I will probably update this further, depending on how I feel. Might not do it here, though. Anyway, I promised links, so here they are. I'm a glutton for all things Spore, so here's a video from Leipzig that reveals... well, very little actually. But never mind, because if you don't like that, you can just watch The Amazing Randi for an hour or so. This guy's a professional skeptic and former magician, for those of you who don't know, whose foundation, the James Randi Educational Foundation, offers $1 million to anyone who can prove supernatural abilities under controlled conditions. This is mildly amusing, for the FPS lovers among you.

See here for a look at the 72-pin connector I replaced in a NES a couple of days ago. It seems to be corroded somehow but I think it looks kind of like mint flavoured toothpaste, all green and white. The fourth picture is my little cousin's drawing of a Dalek. You can ignore that.

If you check the Woodles section, you'll see that Sam has left some comments on the ones he drew. They make an amusing read, if you want to examine them.

I just realised that I didn't do that NWT I promised for today. It wasn't very good and it's technically Skippy's job anyway. I can promise a woodle for Saturday though. I have the art in advance this time.

Also, Spacewar!

More of Nothing

Disgusting -
(adjective)
1. causing disgust; offensive to the physical, moral, or aesthetic taste.
2. stepping out of the shower, feeling something hard beneath your foot and looking down to find that you've squashed a large insect into the bathmat.

It was a Jenny longlegs (or, crane fly), for those of you not feeling too creeped out to continue reading.


You know what I'd like? Some kind of feature, one that could be mapped to a function key or a shortcut, that temporarily disabled the screensaver. I watch a lot of streamed videos which, being in a browser window, don't disable the screensaver or sleep mode like software video players do. It's a really minor thing that can be solved by just whacking the mouse, but it's pretty inconvenient all the same, particularly since I like my screensaver to come on pretty quickly.

This is what I think about when I should be doing more productive things. Like thinking what to write here, or writing down some of the fiction that swirls around in my head all day while I pace around the floor.

I can't believe that it's nearly the end of the summer holidays. I feel like I've got nothing done, which isn't strictly true but is close enough to the truth to be rather depressing, but I also feel like I'm growing bored with it. As fun as holidays can be, the weather has been miserable for weeks and I've run out of things to do. Of course, the moment I get back to school I imagine that I'll be pining for the fjords my hammock again but such is life and the human condition.

Now, I need to get this up because I missed Hyperdrive last week and the repeat comes on in about 5 minutes. I wish I had more to say but I honestly don't. More tomorrow, I can but hope. I may even have a New Word Thursday lined up.

Too tired... can't title...

So Blogger apparently crapped out on me last night. The post registered as having published last night but I had to redo it this morning before it would appear on the site. No big loss, since this whole "one post a day" thing is more about my sense of personal accomplishment (or, more accurately, lack of total failure) than it is a challenge and I did technically manage to post it to a little StreamK mirror that I set up in a few minutes before midnight.


Today has been another day spent chasing around an over-active 3 year-old and his equally so 7 year-old brother. I don't really have a problem with it, it's just not that conductive to thinking deep thoughts. Or staying awake.

Seriously, ridiculously tired and I still have other stuff to do tonight (such as read all my webcomics tabs that have been sitting open since this morning) so I'm calling tonight's post a mini-post and being done with it. I have some stuff lined up that's a bit more interesting and topical that I've been meaning to write about but I need to get up early tomorrow and I went to bed late last night.


Skippy sent me a graph a couple of days ago that seems to prove that my readers exist, so I feel somehow obligated to provide something more than the above.

So I'll link to this. It's an amusing little diversion and I was going to talk about it at greater length (and may still do so) but here it is now. I've known about this for a while but never looked at any of the charts or anything. If you don't know what I'm referring to, then you either didn't click the link or I forgot to add the link. I'm guessing it's your fault. Here it is again.


Have a nice day. I'm going to bed.

After reading my comics.

And rewatching this. "ROFLMAO", as the saying goes.

Children's Fiction

I reckon I could write children's fiction. Based on the bedtime story that I just read to my little cousin, all young boys want to hear is tales about other young boys, 7-12 years old seems to be the right age bracket, retreading the plot of Indiana Jones and foiling villains along the way. Well, they take away the Nazis and biblical references but it's more or less standard stuff.

Taking established characters and de-aging them, typically to teenage years so that they keep the "cool" factor with pre-teens, also seems to be a useful fad. Hamish, my little cousin, also brought with him a selection of books chronicling the adventures of a young Captain Jack Sparrow. Now, I'm not a Pirates of the Caribbean nut and I know nothing about the books, so I'm not going to go off on a rant about "continuity" and spoiling established characters. I'll spare you of that much at least.

It does, however, bring to mind several such characters that I use to enjoy. I don't remember any younger versions of existing characters but I can recall "Shirley Holmes" (I had one book but it was apparently a TV series as well) and "James Bond Jr.", who I believe was the great spy's nephew. I can't really remember much about JBJ (except that it may have had a funny theme song that I'll have to find on YouTube) but I imagine that it involved significantly less sex and gun violence than its big screen uncle. On the other hand, it was set at an American high school...

Still, it seems like I could write one of these. Adding in my own particularly cynical bent, of course. As I did when reading a Jack Stalwart (a series I'd never heard of prior to tonight) book. Why would anyone extend a rope to precisely the depth of the hole they were lowering it into, as measured by some magic gadget? Does the magic rope company charge by the centimetre? And if he then ties some of the rope around his waist, then there's no longer enough rope to reach the bottom of the hole anyway.

Upon further discussion, my Dad tells me that he took a similarly disparaging view on much of what was read to me as a child. I knew I had to have got this cynical streak from somewhere.

So, maybe I'll try writing some of that tomorrow, or even tonight. But for now, I have to get this post up because... well, I'll be honest with you. It's because I'm running out of things to say and I can't be bothered doing any more.

Oh, and I was totally right about the James Bond Jr. intro. I rarely like to use such coarse terms but this truly is worthy of it. Ahem. "ROFLMAO".

Time Travelling Transformers

(Note: this post contains no time travelling Cybertronians. It contains references to time and Transformers only in separate places. The word "travelling" was added purely because of the belief of the author that alliteration is awesome.)


Ever had a cut that you didn't notice until you saw it and then it started hurting like hell? Well, I've got one on the knuckle of my finger. Still, it could be worse. When I was much younger I once split my head open and, if I remember rightly, didn't start screaming until I put my hand on my head and felt the blood. Of course, once I started...


In my continuing quest to reorder the crap that passes for my possessions (lit: tidying), I came across my Dilbert desk calender. I've got one of these each year for the past few years but for some reason this year, after January, I didn't really bother to take the pages off. Whenever I noticed it lying wherever I had shoved it last, I just didn't have the time to pull off all the pages and I didn't like to just pull out as much as I needed and chuck what I'd missed in the bin, in case I was missing a second's amusement.

Today, I did have the time and I yanked out all the sheets of paper that last from June 29 to today. It's weird how calenders can make you realise that time is passing. If you mark off days on a calender, as so many TV characters love to do, you feel that each one lasts an age. If, like me, you just live from day to day, waiting for nothing special, and you suddenly find yourself holding the summer months in your hands, you begin to wonder where all the time went.

We're two thirds of the way through 2007. I can't quite believe that and I don't exactly know what to make of it.

Which, in retrospect, makes it a bad thing to write about.


I guess I'm in kind of a deep thinking, melancholy mood. It seems that watching too many episodes of Scrapped Princess in one day can do that to you. Still, I suppose I'll just watch some Transformers to cancel it out. No matter how much you start to think, 80s Saturday morning cartoons are sure to beat it out of you.

In unrelated news, I got to play around with a jigsaw today. Well, that's not strictly true. My job was to keep the wood from moving too much as my brother played about with the jigsaw to cut holes in the back of my cabinet, but it was still kind of cool. And now I can stick all my consoles under my TV. Hurray.

But the jigsaw has had to be put away, far out of reach, as my little cousins are coming to stay with us for a few nights. It might be fun but I can't imagine that I'll have much time or energy to write anything substantial. Not that that's ever stopped me, I just feel it's fair to warn you.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go watch some discarded royalty and robots in disguise in the hope that they'll have some sort of crossover in my dreams. No reason why, I just think it'd be funny.


[Later: Just watching episode 2 of Transformers. Silly Autobots, infrared doesn't work that way.]

TWTurnip

Pliny the Elder once said that he considered turnips one of the most important vegetables in the world, ranking it "directly after cereals or at all events after the bean, since its utility surpasses that of any other plant." Of course, he said it in Latin, because he was Roman. And old.

He also thought that it was a great cure for famine, as are all foods, I suppose. In ancient Persia, turnips were long believed to be a cure for the common cold, and elsewhere, particularly in the British Isles, they were carved into lanterns before the popularity of pumpkins. This is in addition to their use as a foodstuff in many areas of the world.

Cultivation of turnips is believed to have started as early as 1500 BC, possibly before, as evidence shows that farmers in India were growing wild forms of the vegetable for the oil in its seeds. Other evidence point to it being grown in neolithic times, probably in the regions of West Asia and Europe, where wild relatives still grow today. However, there are no concrete facts pointing to the exact time period in which they were first domesticated.

Turnips have proved popular throughout history, and still are popular today, for various reasons. The Household Cyclopedia (1881) informs us why, via Wikipedia:

"The benefits derived from turnip husbandry are of great magnitude; light soils are cultivated with profit and facility; abundance of food is provided for man and beast; the earth is turned to the uses for which it is physically calculated, and by being suitably cleaned with this preparatory crop, a bed is provided for grass seeds, wherein they flourish and prosper with greater vigor than after any other preparation."

The robust nature of turnips, both in and out of the ground, have made them favourable in harsher climates, where they can be planted even in extremely poor soil and stored for many months after harvest, providing nourishment for people and animals. Humans tend to eat the smaller, more tender varieties while the larger varieties are grown specifically for livestock.

As of 2005, China was the largest producer of turnips in the world, before Russia and the USA. China was responsible for one third of the total global turnip output for that year.


Well, I did say I wasn't joking about the turnip thing. It's actually a fascinating subject but, alack and alas, I have run out of material to plagiarise from the Wikipedia article. So I'll just point you towards some of the Optimus Prime tribute videos (the first two are music ones and the latter two are more humourous) that I stayed up watching till about 1am yesterday. It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Also Bumblebee. Made out of paper.

And, just because I can, this picture of a big ol' spider that we spotted scampering around its web outside the kitchen window. I couldn't get any pictures of it rapidly devouring a fly later in the evening because the camera was charging but I doubt that still images could have done it justice anyway. Nature is at its most beautiful while eating the rest of nature, as a (bad) poet might put it.

More shots here, because I'm addicted to using Picasa.


Stay tuned for tomorrow's episode on the Great Turnip Uprising of 1852.

Hey, I got to the end of a post on turnips without mentioning Baldrick. I wonder how that happened.

On All Kinds of Stuff

It's amazing what you can find when you tidy out cupboards. For example, I've just come across some sheets of paper with what I think are level passwords for my NES version of Lemmings. I haven't played that in ages... and now I want to. Shame all 8 of my NESs (don't ask) are currently buried under a pile of all kinds of other crap next door.

The moral of the story is that if you want me to tidy something, hide a copy of Lemmings under it.


I've decided to do a running commentary on me sorting these drawers. I've just found a packet of crayons. And I don't know why.

And lots of earphones. I think they just appear out of holes in the universe. Possibly the same holes that socks fall into when they're not being watched.

And I've just found my old passport. I was thinking of showing a picture of the pudgy, hoodie-wearing 9 year old whose identity I stole in 2000 but the camera just comes out blurry and I don't have access to a scanner. So you'll just have to use your imaginations. Don't imagine me as too ugly.

Daleks are really hard to clean, particularly all the dust that builds up in the slats and around the sense globes. I wonder how Daleks clean themselves... A car wash maybe?


Well, given up on tidying now. I'll have to get more done tomorrow but for now, Optimash Prime!

Ever just seen some cheap little thing and think "I need one of those" even though it's completely useless? And once you get it, even if you realise it was probably a waste of money, you still think it's awesome? Pretty much everything I own is like that and Optimash there is just the latest example.

On the bright side, it gave me a chance to fiddle around in Photoshop:


I was hoping for a better background to edit him in but I went with what I had. I might try again some time simply because I'm trying to get better at image editing. For reasons that totally don't involve blackmail.


I wrote this little post for the MacTake today, discussing some iPhone news. I started off talking about logical fallacies and end up discussing general relativity. I stopped just short of digging out my Physics folder and doing some calculations on the relativistic mass of an iPhone at various speeds.


I came this little gem of a video on YouTube today. It's worth watching for the music alone but it also does make you realise just how often Homer Simpson changes careers.


I got an actual comment on one of my posts yesterday. Eletric_Rainbow said of "Warning: This post is terrible. Don't read it.":

"That wasn't half as boring as you seemed to think it would be. It was actually pretty interesting. You're very entertaining. :)"

Not half as boring as I thought, huh? How dare you disagree with me, insolent peasant! Everything will be as boring as I say it shall be! Just for that, tomorrow's post will be about the history of turnip cultivation in Europe. Then we'll see who's boring!

But seriously, thanks for the comment. Reading over that post, it's actually not as terrible as I'd thought. Which throws two things into sharp relief; one, I should read over these things before putting them up, and two, it's extremely depressing that I get so few comments that I can afford to devote several paragraphs to each one. On the bright side, I can claim that 100% of comments are positive.

Also, I wasn't joking about the turnips thing. Prepare yourselves.

Tidying Makes Me Tired

As I mentioned I was going to do yesterday, I've spent most of today moving furniture and tidying out cupboards and shelves in my room. To give you some idea of the amount of crap I'm dealing with, I present the picture below.

Bare in mind that this is merely a fraction of it (the rest went in the hallway outside and I had already moved some stuff out of the spare bedroom when this was taken):


And all that stuff is still there. Tomorrow's going to be fun.

Pretty much all I've got in here now is most of my furniture, all pretty much empty or bare, my bed, my TV and my iMac. I reckon I can live like that for a while. Problem is, I have cousins coming to stay and one of them is going to need to sleep in the room that you see above.

Still, it needed doing. The World Health Organisation said so. Look at the dust that built up on the floor:


And that's just where a printer and some folders had been sitting for a few months. Some of this stuff hasn't been moved, or exposed to sunlight, in years. It is something that really needed done though, WHO or not, because I technically have dust allergy. Considering I've been living relatively healthily in amidst all this I reckon that, now it's gone, I should be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound and stop trains with my pinky. I think I'll try the former first, since there's less danger of something going wrong. Like me dying.


The CD is apparently 25 years old now, give or take a few months. That's pretty impressive. Only a quarter of a century and there's several hundred billion of the things out there. Of course, they'll probably be seeing a bit of a decline over the next decade or so with the rise of downloads and alternate formats such as DVD and its successors.

In another 25 years, I might be telling my kids about times when music wasn't directly downloaded into your brain and when pop stars didn't also have to be brain surgeons. I expect I'll also be telling them that music, and everything else except broadband speeds, was much better. I'll be one mighty cranky... 41-year old.

Who knows what kind of storage media we'll live through in the next few decades. I imagine well see the further rise and fall of USB flash drives. I remember doing a presentation in Computing a few months back on various future technologies. Shame I wasn't really listening to myself. It was all really fascinating though. Lots of great clip art.


Speaking of future storage stuff, it looks like, come 2010, I'll owe Sam Stafford £10 based on a bet we made about Blu-Ray and HD-DVD. Oh, well.


For now, though, that's all in the future. In the present, I'm tired and I want to go to bed. And my feet hurt for some reason. As always, more tomorrow.

A new TV and a new resolution (did you get the pun?)

Guess what this is:

That's right; it's a 26" HD TV. Do you now what else it is?

It's mine. All mine!!!

Well, it will be once I get round to paying for my share of it but it's residing in my room and I can hook up all my stuff to it, ergo it's mine. And you can't have it. You can look at it and maybe I'll let push some buttons on the remote but that's as close as you're getting. You're not even allowed to watch any programs on it.

Actually, I can't even watch any programs on it either, until I get it hooked up to an aerial. Which I can't really do until I decide where I'm putting it. Which I can't do until I've gone through with my plan to rearrange all the furniture in my room. Which means that I'm going to spend most of tomorrow moving furniture around. Which is going to be a pain in the neck. Which is bad.

Still, you'll note that I tested out the TV using my NES and Super Mario Bros. I was originally going to just hook up the Gamecube or something and make sure it worked but I saw the RF lead dangling there and just couldn't resist. Why would I possibly do such a thing, you ask, as using a game more than 20 years old to test a brand new TV?

Because I can. I'd put that in italics but I don't like to do the whole "asking myself a question then emphatically stating the answer in a melodramatic way" thing too often in one post. I figure it's not melodramatic if I don't put it in italics.


I've just been reminded that it's in less than two weeks (two weeks yesterday, in fact) that I go back to school. I can't decide whether the summer holidays have flown past or if it just feels like they have. I'll meditate more on that later, since my mind is already busy rationalising the fact that two weeks is actually a kind of long time, relatively speaking, in order to prevent me from falling into a deep pit of despair. And you don't want to read about that.

On the other hand, it would at least give me something to write about other than my boring life. I think I've hit a bit of a wall (not a big bit, just a few bricks, unfortunately I hit them with my face) in terms of topics for blogging. I'm not sure if I'd think so if I read over the posts for the last few weeks, but something's giving me the feeling that I've not been doing any purely thinking stuff in a while, "musings", as it were, which is what I more or less set out to do in the first place.

It's that whole summer holidays idea, where I've got so much that I want to do that I never seem to be able to find the time to do it. I've still not done most of the things on the to do list that I've only just noticed and remembered hanging from my shelves.

Skippy, quite coincidentally, seems to be having a similar problem, except with fewer videogames and more... stormtrooping. Seriously. That helmet makes him look like he should be riding around forest moons on a hover bike, getting beaten up by teddy bears. Scroll down, you'll see what I mean.


I doubt I'll have much more for tomorrow. Though that reminds me, I need to remind Skippy of a couple of things. I can't be bothered emailing him so I'll state them here and then get angry if he doesn't read my posts. First, he needs to do a New Word Thursday for tomorrow, since he's about 2 months behind, at least and second, I'd appreciate it if he could give me the TWToday visitor numbers for the past few months, which I keep meaning to ask about. They'll probably just depress me though.

Anyway, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by my own thoughts, I reckon that spending the day moving furniture (if I ever actually get round to it) will leave me without much to tell tomorrow so I'll have to come up with something else. I've been meaning to write another sketch... Meh, we'll see what tomorrow brings.

Glorious Arrival

Glory of glories, my parcel arrived only 5 days late. Parcelfarce, all is forgiven. I also got charged an extortionate amount of VAT but that's the Labour Party's fault.

Now I feel another rant coming on. Who the hell has time to be all web 2.0'ish these days? I've got podcasts to listen to, blog entries to write, friends to block, noobs to pwn and IM convos to negotiate. I don't have time for breathing, eating or sleeping. Damn you web 2.0, damn you.

I'm so far behind on my podcasts that I can't even be bothered catching up. I can't even be bothered listening to the latest episodes. I can't be bothered even listening to anything at all. Screw you doorbell, telephone, pager (I don't actually have a pager), iPod, timer on bomb: I don't care, I can't be bothered listening to your noises, I need to go pwn paintball noobs.



I have no TIME for web 2.0. StreamK is screaming to me to be developed further, but I can't be buggered. Neither can anyone else. We're all lazy sods, living life to the fullest. And we're too busy having fun to enjoy ourselves. Screw you web 2.0, give me back my life!



See! No TIME!

Notes on the past, the present and the near future

I just watched the first few episodes of Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo and I think that means that I'm certifiably insane. If I'm not then everyone on the production staff certainly was.


Nothing hugely interesting going on today. I hate to do a notes post again so soon after the last one but I figure that's probably the best way to get through everything.


I relisted my Axim X3 on eBay (as you'd know if you ignored my warnings and read yesterday's post) and it's now got one bid, meaning I've definitely made my first sale on eBay. Huzzah.


I've been talking with Skippy about advertising for Dunhenry, which is kind of what I'm doing with this paragraph, only more blatant. This hopefully means that, now that Skippy's got his iMac back again, work on StreamK will start up again.


Ever heard of "I Wonder Why..." books? I used to love these things when I was little and Erin, clearing out her bookshelves, discovered a few of my old ones today. It's photo time:

I can remember the answers to all the other questions on the cover here. Except for the title question.

I don't really remember this one. Sorry, Spidey.

This one is without a doubt, my personal favourite. Why, you ask? Because of what's in the photo located directly beneath this sentence, that's why!

I guess it's funny that even at a young age, I was apparently paying more attention to physics and devices and machines than to history and the natural world. Or maybe it was more to do with my fascination with all things large and mechanical at that age. Seriously, one of my defining childhood memories is of this big brown book full of tractors. I loved that thing.


With any luck, by tomorrow I'll have a big new TV that I can... look at things on. And connect things to. I'm deliberately going for one with S-video and some PC connectors so that I can hook it up to my GP2X and some computers without too much trouble. I know it should be pretty difficult to find a TV without S-video but none of the TVs in my house have it.


I received some of Sam's first art for the webcomic today. Yeah... I think I'm going to turn this into a purely written thing, unless I find a better artist. They don't necessarily have to be brilliant at drawing things but I think I first asked Sam to do some concept stuff early last year. So, the time scale's a little bit iffy for a regular feature. Still, I'll leave him to do The Adventures of Jelly Jumper and Ace Cow with Erin instead. Don't ask. It's a long and complicated tale and you wouldn't understand it anyway.


Hey, I just realised I never got round to playing more of Mario Strikers Charged today. I should have done that. Stupid miscellaneous other things that keep getting in my way... like sleeping in till 11:00...


That's about it I reckon. Those photos that you can hopefully see above are going to take a little while to upload and arrange and I have an episode of Bobobo-bo Bo-bobo (copy and paste, the greatest invention since the wheel of sliced television) that I want to finish watching before bed.

Have a nice day.

Warning: This post is terrible. Don't read it.

I've decided I'm going to do another one of my blogging throughout the day posts, since they're relatively easy and I've got some other stuff I want to focus on today. It's 11:08 right now, just for reference. I've been talking with my brother, whose interest in photography led him to the Canon Outlet on eBay, from where you can also get cheaper-than-average refurbished camcorders, so I may finally get round to buying one soon, if Mum can be nagged into giving Erin and I a budget.

Is it my imagination or were there a huge number of commas in that paragraph?


12:05 and I'm rewatching Yu-Gi-Oh: The Abridged Movie. No idea why.


I'm looking through the Argos catalogue, ostensibly to find a toy for my little cousin's birthday. Some sort of gun was recommended. This brings back a lot of memories and also makes me want to buy the Potato Head version of Optimus Prime.


Just opened up Mario Strikers Charged. Both the Argos catalogue and new games have a distinct smell. I like new game smell. I think it's from some kind of addictive substance they put in the boxes to force me to keep buying games.

Love that smell. Kinda creepy.


In games, why are the instructions always stuck in at the back of the bundle of leaflets, after all the adverts and warranties and stuff? That always bugs me.

I can't believe I'm doing a running commentary on me opening a game box.


THIS IS GOING TO WIND UP (sorry, caps lock) being a really long and pointless post isn't it?

And I still haven't done this week's woodle yet. I was hoping to have something interesting but I'll just do a Stick Guys after lunch.


Wow. It just started bucketing down outside. I hate Scottish weather.


Played more of Red Steel a while ago. I can't believe I only got up to the 2nd level of that game before. It might not be a masterpiece but I think it deserves more attention than that. Of course, this means I haven't played Mario Strikers Charged yet.


Eating ice cream, blog later.


You know how I've been selling that Axim on eBay? I won't link to it because by the time I put this up the auction will (hopefully) be done anyway but some of the spam questions I've been getting about it are hilarious. I just got one vaguely promising to give me an "Iphone (4G)" "because our VIP member". It ends "best regards," then gives no name. Bizarre.

The second message is similar (same style of username as well - stream of letters then a random number) and offers me an "IPHONE" (keep trying guys, you'll get the capital letters in the right place eventually) and a "20G PS3". I can apparently get this if I spend more than €699 at a website that I won't name. Suffice it to say that the URL spells "bargain" wrong.

Who do spammers actually catch out with this crap?


There's another Final Fanatsy Retrospective episode out on Joystiq. I've recommended the series before but I'm not watching this one since I want at least some of the plot (that which I haven't picked up from the numerous internet references I've seen over the years) left for when I buy it, which I intend to do soon.


I think I might have given up on Red Steel now. A few too many "I'm walking into a room... and now I'm dead" moments coupled with some "Who the hell is shooting at me?!" moments do not a good FPS make. Still, I can now at least say that I gave it a shot (pun not intended).


There's half an hour till that eBay auction for my Axim finishes. I think I'll go play Strikers Charged or something instead of sitting here, clicking refresh.


Interesting. The clock on my Wii appears to be just a few minutes faster than all my other clocks, hence why I'm back up here before the auction finishes. Actually, I must have stopped playing Strikers with about a minute to spare. Go internal clock!

I did however miss a bid for something else that I wanted. Oh, well. It's a Buy It Now that'll probably be relisted anyway.


And I think my Axim auctions over. No buyers, far as I can see.

Yep, 1 unsold. Ah, well. I guess I'll lower the asking price a bit and relist it.


And that's that done. Now, I really ought to sort out some of the other crap I intend to sell.


I've completely forgotten about this now. And I never did that Stick Guys that I thought I would do.


I'm half-tempted to just cull half the stuff on here and try to make a coherent post out of what's left but I won't because that would be cheating. I'll reread it and, if warranted (which it probably will be), I'll stick it under "crappy posts".

I'll try to have something better for tomorrow. But, then again, I always say that. And I'm fairly sure that I haven't been improving, day in, day out, so I'm probably lying. Ho hum.

These titles are just getting more and more ridiculous, aren't they?

Woke up late again and now my body clock is all wacky. It's 10 to 7 in the evening and I feel like I want a mid-morning snack. It doesn't help that the weather's all screwy so that it's lighter than it has been for the past few nights.


Actually, it's raining now, as it's been doing on and off for the past few days. Summer, which never really seemed to have started this year, appears to be over. It really has been a miserable one. Meh. Inconvenient but who knows, it may pick up for a couple of days yet. Though it probably won't.

It's really bucketing down out there. I can never decide whether or not I like rain.

...

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Now that I've finally got an eBay seller's account, I've been drafted by my family in order to sell various pieces of accumulated tat, including a load of DVDs that my brother no longer wants, some old CDs and one of those Scene It? games that Erin got the Christmas before last. And never played. It's just sat around the house ever since, making a convenient place to put things if you don't want them on the carpet for some reason but otherwise taking up space.

What's funny here is that, in preparation for putting it on, I decided to check to see if any had been sold. I figured that I'd have to go into completed listings and then I'd see a couple. But no . It turns out there are more than 10 of them on there and the ridiculous thing is that most are labeled "as new" or "only played once". I get the feeling that these are the kind of things that people get from other people at Christmas on the basis that "Hey, s/he likes movies, therefore they would surely love to play a tedious trivia board game based on those movies, right?".

We've got another one tucked away somewhere, based on James Bond. I think my brother's keeping it in the hopes that it'll become collectable but the only person I even know who would be willing to play it is Sam "Almost cried when we got him a signed picture of Roger Moore for his birthday and then identified what film set it came from based solely on the tuxedo he was wearing" Stafford, who would be nigh unbeatable anyway.


A quick little sketch that's been in my mind for a while now, that I may use to open an episode of any sketch sketch comedy I ever get round to doing. It assumes that the "idiot" character is called "Jimerson" and that the malicious, intelligent character is called "Al" for reasons that I'm not about to explain.

[pan over a number of blunt instruments over to a tree, from which Jimerson is hanging, tied up by ropes to resemble a piñata. Around him is the rest of the team]

Jimerson: You guys are absolutely sure I'm filled with candy, right?

Al: 99%.

[Al swings into the camera; cut to the opening credits]

Like I said, I'm basing this sketch on the assumption that I can convince my friend Jimerson to star in a comedy show in which he is the butt of at least 25% of the jokes. Of course, he thought Transformers had a decent plot. This shouldn't be too hard.


I played Red Steel on the Wii again today, a game I don't think I gave enough of a chance to when I first got it, probably because Twilight Princess, Wii Sports and Wii Play were taking up my time. I feel like I haven't played a serious game (ie, not Wii Play Billiards or Shooting) on the Wii in ages and it's actually pretty good, for all the mixed reviews it got.

I'm planning on buying Resident Evil 4: Wii edition and Mario Strikers Charged next time I have the cash. I was never really in to the Resident Evil series before, even if I did make funny videos out of them, but I did consider buying 4 for the Gamecube and the Wii version is supposed to be superior in terms of bonuses and controls so I may as well. I considered buying the original Mario Strikers as well but decided against it.


Today's post has been rather disjointed. Still, who cares. I obviously don't.

Notes and shameless advertising. Yay.

I just needed a measuring tape for something and, knowing I had one in my room, I simply turned round and picked it up off the shelf. This begs the question, why the hell do I have a measuring tape on my bookshelves?!


Another day of not much happening. Thus, a notes post.


Sam's apparently managed to make his Acorn Electron run games from his iPod via a lot of format conversion and an audio cable. The irony here is that the iPod itself is at least a hundred times more powerful than the Electron itself.

I'm really enjoying the Doctor Who short story collection A Day in the Life, part of the Short Trips series. This isn't really relevant to anything, I've just never recommended a book here before.

One of my friends from school has announced that he's leaving to go to college for an HNC in Biology before university instead of doing a Sixth Year. Up until now, only people that I either dislike or barely know have left. It'll be kind of odd, I guess.

Buy my Axim.

I've been thinking that I need to do more writing. Admittedly, I've probably been doing more writing for this blog in the past few months than I ever did otherwise, but sometimes it feels like I'm not writing other stuff because it makes me feel guilty for not doing my daily post. I'm going to try to get around this by writing posts earlier in the day and maybe doing some more fiction/comedy stuff.

There might be a stick guys woodle up later if I can get it done. If not, there will definitely be something tomorrow.

Buy my Axim.

I realised today that I've had my Xbox 360 for well over a year (got it at launch, though it was hidden away beneath my bed until Christmas; as you can imagine, I made many jokes about sleeping with it under my pillow) and I only have 6 games for it. And 3 of those are launch titles. And 4 of them are shooters of some description, most of which I have barely played. So, any recommendations?

Remember my semi-review of Transformers? I was clicking around TV Tropes when I came to the Rule of Cool article. I won't put it hear since I can't be bothered trying to format it or anything, but the quote at the top of the page (and the trope itself, in fact) pretty much sums up my assessment.


And that's all for today folks. I may return later with a woodle or I may not. Such is the way of the roller-coaster of a life that I lead.

Also, buy my Axim. Or don't. I honestly don't care.

Small talk and big monitors

I have a problem, which is this: I unconsciously paraphrase Douglas Adams.

No, it's not that. It's that I don't like writing repetitive things and that I'm often very bad at coming up with things to say if I don't have anything in particular to mention.

This is why I still have to leave feedback for about 20 transactions on eBay. I have this weird desire to analyse each and every one and this strange worry that people will notice if all I ever say is "Good price, as described, fast delivery". I also have a pathological hatred of the phrase "A++ eBayer" which doesn't help matters.

A quick search of blog topics reveals that, surprisingly, I haven't mentioned my hatred of thank you letters that have to be sent after birthdays and such-like. I figure it'll come up again since I haven't actually been doing this blog on my birthday or around Christmas.

It all stems from that same inability to write, or talk about, what I deem to be irrelevant facts. As such, most of the first drafts tend to go something like this:


Dear "Relative X who I haven't met in person since I was 5",

Thank you for £Y.

Yours sincerely, etc.


After some badgering from Mum I can usually drag it out to:


Thank you for £Y. I have spent it on Z.


Where variable Z is something that relative X won't understand and that I probably haven't actually bought.

And that's it. I just don't do small talk. I can't discuss what school's like or any crap like that in such letters because I just don't find it relevant and I hate to repeat myself so much in the various near-identical letters that are shot off to whoever.

It's just occurred to me why this seems so familiar: there's a very good chance I mentioned similar woes in a post about applying to be a prefect. Mystery solved.

This is beside the point, really, since I was originally talking about eBay feedback but I have nothing else to mention and it's set me off one one of my many, many pet peeves... I haven't done a "Things that bug Alasdair" post in a while, have I? That's probably a good thing but I'll reserve my right to vent on this topic further when I actually have to write some of these things.


In other news, you recall my old Amstrad CPC 464? Well, when we split up that retro bundle, Sam made off with his own, probably functioning (so long as all that stuff that fell out wasn't important), CPC 464 and we agreed that he could have my old green monochrome monitor for it if he paid for half of a colour one. Sure enough, the colour monitor arrived today in another of those big boxes that I've become so accustomed to waking up to. As Erin put it this morning "I remember when you used to get small things in the mail".

Here she is, folks:


Uh, that's the monitor not Erin.

Anyway, you can see for yourselves it's pretty bulky, which just makes this thing all the more ridiculous:

That's right, it's a carry handle. For all the carrying that you're sure to be doing. And it's even got one of these:

A plug holder, to stop that big cable flapping about your legs while you're carrying along your Amstrad Colour Monitor. With the carry handle.

Besides that, it's a good piece of kit if I can ever find a use for it.


Oh, and before I go, anybody want an Axim X3?

Those Crafty Gamers

Gamers are a highly resourceful bunch who'll go through a lot of hoops to enjoy their hobby. Never having owned a PlayStation back in its heyday, I only learned about the "turning it upside down to fix the disc reader" thing a couple of days ago. Specifically, Sam was examining the one that came with that retro bundle and thought it might need the trick applied, as his cousins' one had done years before.

I'm sure you're all familiar with the Xbox 360 Red Ring of Death and the many stories that circulate about them (in fact, if you're a regular gamer you probably at least know someone who's had the problem, if you haven't had it yourself). Some of you may have heard of (or even performed) the "towel trick" wherein you wrap your 360 up in towels so that it can heat up to temperatures otherwise found only in the heart of the sun* allowing some stuff to bend and some connections to reform.

Miraculously, this seems to fix bricked consoles, temporarily, as seen here (where I just watched it, having heard about it a while back) allowing a few days of gaming reprieve until you either do it again or finally decide to go Gears of War cold turkey for a couple of weeks while it gets repaired.

I've never actually had to do it myself (I don't think I actually play my 360 enough for it to have come up) but it reminds me of something that I have had to do many times; namely, blowing on cartridges. At the time, the idea (goodness knows where I got it from) was that there was dust or some such on the connectors, which need to be removed by the application of lung power. Sure enough, it got my NES (later N64, though far less often) to work again without a hitch.

Of course, I now know that it was actually the moisture on my breath (maybe with some dust removal for long forgotten cartridges) that made it work and I've had to do it again lately (for the NESi and my rekindled retro gaming hobby) knowing full well that it's doing harm in the long term.

I suspect that the same might be true about the towel trick, hence why I'd never do it. Unless it bricked just before Halo 3 came out, in which case I'd raid the linen cupboard faster than you can say "&*@£!%^ Microsoft!".

Actually, it's kind of funny how such patterns repeat themselves. As much as times have changed since the birth of the NES and rebirth of the video games market as a whole in 1983, there are still hardware faults that plague people and quick fixes to help them, even as the machines become vastly more powerful and complex.

Hmmm.... Someone ought to do some kind of video montage with that theme and stick it on YouTube. And that someone may well be me!


Unless I try using iMovie '08, it seems. I don't want to talk about this too much but since I mentioned its release, I feel like I ought to mention the problems that people have been having with it (link) in comparison to iMovie HD, the previous iteration.

It seems that certain features, most pertaining to themes and the separation of audio and video clips, have been removed from this entirely new program. On one level, I agree that, as part of the iLife studio, iMovie should be a simple and intuitive program, not meant for complex editing. On the other hand, if the previous version of iMovie could do it, why remove the features? Why not just make some advanced features optional and set them to off by default?

Still, the only way to find out is to try it and I guess that I probably will at some point, particularly if it comes as part of OS X Leopard. Hopefully it will have been patched and upgraded by then, otherwise I'll just turn to some other program. If I can find one.


Today has been another exceptionally dull day producing a fairly standard rant blog post, which I suppose is only fair after yesterday's drive-by philosophy session. One thing I think I ought to explain is what certain categories mean, such as "rant" and "musings" which you might see below. "Rants" tend to be more factual in natures, such as today's post. "Musings" are more thoughtful and whimsical. Most of my posts are a combination of the two, though yesterday was certainly musings and today falls pretty squarely into factual "rant" territory.

I don't know why I'm only explaining this now. I guess I only started really using those categories so specifically a while back. Odd.


I've done a Captain's Blog entry for the last couple of Thursdays now but I can't really be bothered tonight and it's normally inspired by (wanting to do better sci-fi comedy than) Hyperdrive, which hasn't come on yet.

Actually, I'm doing this post bizarrely early. It's the evening, yeah, but it's still about 5 hours before I normally start. I guess it must be a part of having something to write about and nothing better to do.

Except test that PSone with the cables that came from eBay today. I'll go do that now, actually.

Also, Skippy posted again (he writes before poking his head out of the window to check for flying pigs).


Later edit: Actually, I retract that earlier implication about Hyperdrive; they won me over with the Street Fighter II reference.


*Please note, some analogies may contain bullshit.

Some Revisions

I've decided to give parcelforever another chance. I realize now that the reason my parcel took 6 days of flight in an airplane to get to the UK from SF, was because it spent 5 out of those 6 days sitting in a shed somewhere outside the International Hub in London. Now that my parcel has gone through customs and has been placed safely in parcelforce's hands, I'm meant to expect its arrival within 48 hours.

The only problem is that I got nabbed by customs charges, and now the arrival of my parcel will be a sweet sour event. I'll get my much desired paintball gear, and also, a shiny bill for hell knows how much. As far as I can tell, customs just make up a random figure and charge you for it. (not really).

So parcelforce hereby has the chance to prove itself worthy of this humble (or not) blogger's (rarely) praise.

You know when I'm waiting for a parcel, there suddenly seems to be an increase in heavy traffic outside my house. It's always been the same. This morning I woke with a start as what sounded like two timber lorries thundered past our driveway. I almost had the urge to jump and and peer out the window, to see if either of the lorries had my parcel stacked somewhere between pine logs. I resisted though, and slumbered as the garbage truck rolled on by, an RACQ repair van (I got up to check that one), and a dozen other heavy vehicles. It's a conspiracy I tell ye.

On to another subject, I just finished reading Buchan's The Island Of Sheep. It's the last of many accounts of Richard Hannay and his circle of friends, doing what they do best: kicking evil butt. Of course most of us will remember Dick Hannay from the 39 Steps, and I'm glad to say that Buchan develops his character marvelously over the rest of the series. He even creates a circle of friends for Hannay, all who have their own books and adventures along the way. Buchan seemingly creates an immense world for readers of the series to experience. I'd thoroughly recommend reading the 39 Steps, and then graduating onto a few other novels involving Hannay, before reading what must amount to Buchan's best work: The Courts of the Morning.

There's still just under an hour in which something interesting could happen.

I really need to get my glasses adjusted. The paint on the nose bridge has actually been worn away by the number of times I've pushed it up.


Today was one of those days that can only be described as "normal". 50 years from now, when I look back on my life (from atop my golden throne in my giant mansion), I will not remember today. I might recall that I didn't really do much during the summer of 2007 but I won't remember what I did on this day. If I were to recall that my "not doing very much" involved an awful lot of browsing the web and playing Fire Emblem, then I certainly wouldn't remember what sites I browsed or what chapters I beat today.

Should I ever do something famous enough to justify a book about my life, any would-be biographers will ignore today, possibly touching slightly on my teenage years, sandwiched in a single chapter between my early childhood and university days.

Normality is often a concept that people say doesn't exist. Everything and everyone is unique, with many properties, none of which are "normality", they say. There is no such thing as a "normal" person, doing "normal" things. But I look back on my day, filled with familiar things and re-enacted tasks, and I can thing of no better word to sum it up than that non-existent quality of "normal".

And it's such a human thing, too. It's a concept we created, something that I can't imagine an animal understanding. All any other form of life understands is their own life, it is what it is and if it changes, it changes. They must simply adapt and survive, striving for something better but never defining what it has.

But human beings, we look at what others do. We see if they enjoy it and if they do then we try our hardest to follow suit. We make a concious effort to do things differently from time to time and in doing so we define our own normality as simply being what we do when we're not doing "something else".

Does Holly, our family's own little West Highland Terrier, lie in her patch of sunlight on the floor thinking about how great it was last time she was at the beach and thinking that she should go again? I highly doubt it. Though should she, by whim and quirk of events, end up at the beach, if indeed that's somewhere she enjoys, I have no doubt that she shall recognise it and enjoy her time there.

But should I think of the beach all of a sudden, then it is quite within my power to wish to go there. Perhaps I could get there, perhaps I could not. If the beach were not so close or the season not so suitable, I could plan to hop on a plane and arrive at another beach about which I had only heard. And it would be a day at the beach, a holiday, a break from normal life.

Or perhaps I shall remember today. For even if the day itself is nothing special, then the thoughts I make upon it and the analysis I give it may stick with me, dragging along memories of web addresses and character level-ups. By calling it forgettable in such detail, have I made it memorable?

Perhaps normality remains so elusive because by examining it and quantifying it we must make it disappear. We can define it in a dictionary but trying to pin it down via example simply makes the examples inherently abnormal and therefore useless in our human quest to define the absence of certain qualities as a baseline from which to judge those qualities.

Perhaps, should I choose to write that hypothetical book in the far-flung future, I shall focus on today as the perfect example, well-documented as it is, of my life at this time, detailing it more than any other and simply reaffirming that normal day's conclusions.

Or perhaps I'll simply write "Wednesday, 8 August 2007" at the end of the foreword and leave it up to readers to figure out what the hell I'm talking about.

Which, by and large, is my strategy with this blog.

What happens when TWToday and MacTake get fused in a transporter accident:

You know what's weird? I got my exams results this morning and I'm way more interested in writing about all the new Mac gear that's just been announced.

Or maybe I just don't want to write at all, since I'm apparently rubbish at English, judging from my C in that particular subject. Not that I'm hugely concerned since I got all the other grades I expected (all As, I'm very arrogant) and, as long-term readers will know, I have nothing but contempt for that section of the syllabus. And I'll bump it up with an appeal, anyway.

What I would like to know is where exactly I screwed up. English has never been my best subject but I didn't think I did that badly in the exam. I was kind of in a rush to go and buy Pokemon Diamond afterwards but that couldn't possibly have been the reason...

Despite literally minutes of trying, neither Sam nor I can figure out what on Earth the "points" (or maybe "credits" or even "credit points") on our certificates mean. There are a lot of sixes, which is either good, bad or Satanic. No one's really sure.


Still, on to more interesting topics.

I don't think of myself as a Mac fanboy (I base this on the fact that I don't threaten to kill people who find security flaws in OS X) but I have to admit to reading reports of the recent Apple press conference with great excitement.

While I have no intention of buying one, the new iMacs look very impressive, with nothing below a 20-inch screen and a whole lot of complicated acronyms and numbers mentioned in the same sentence as them, including "ATI" and "DX10". Though I expect that we'll have an even newer version by the time I'm next looking to upgrade.

I might consider buying one of the new keyboards, however. They look very impressive and the current one is certainly nothing brilliant. It may look fit slightly better with the look of the current iMac but that transparent bit really can be a pain. For example, I got my iMac last Christmas, at which time I also got a large bar of chocolate. As is prone to happen when one is eating chocolate, some small crumbs came off and fell on the desk. Ordinarily, this would be know problem. But I'm looking through the "Magic Mac Keyboard Window" right now and I can still see pieces of that chocolate.

Depending on the price, it might be worth upgrading iLife, primarily for the new versions of iPhoto and iMovie. I guess I'll find out the price in a little while as the Apple UK store is currently down, indicating that we're getting all the new stuff at the same time as the US. I hope.

[Added later: it's back up now and you can see all the prices and such on the store. I'll have to check that out]


A few other notes. Skippy posted a big long rant about something-or-other down below. Or down under, since I can't stop mocking his nationality.

Spore is apparently going to be playable at the Game Convention in Leipzig. There's no particular reason for this to interest me except that I'm very interested by the game as a whole. One of these days, I'm going to go to one of these conventions. And then they'll pay, they'll all pay!!!! Muhahahaha!!!

Since I'm being all evil and such, now seems like a good time to abuse my power for personal gain by linking to the Axim X3 I'm selling on eBay. One of my readers must be looking for a used PDA with a spare battery and a folding keyboard? Come on, you know you want it. One of you must... neither of you? Seriously?

Why Parcelforce is Parcelforever, and the UK needs to be preceded by a Y.

So I'm still waiting for my parcel to be delivered. Apparently it spent 6 days in an airplane flying from SF to London. That's parcelforce for you. Parcelforever, I mean.

They're the worst company for.... they're just the worst mkay? Don't use them, ever.

Also don't come to the UK. it stinks here, as everything is tied up with miles of red tape and we're all under nanny's rule. Just don't bother. The weather stinks too. If you're going to go to the UK go to Scotland, stay somewhere rural... avoid all towns, and avoid all known commercial / government services like telephone lines, car rentals, shopping centers, and just anything where you need someone to actually get off their lumpy British butts and work for you. The work ethic (if even existent) is infused with lethargy in Britain.

Heard of the VCR Bill? It proposes that crime might just be reduced by taking legitimate sporting airguns and paintball markers away from honest citizens, so they can't have fun on weekends by playing a game at their local airsoft / pb center. Also it proposes that dangerous crime would be further reduced by taking the said equipment away from anyone under 18, who might be too young to operate them (safely). I'm entirely sure that this will also reduce crimes involving retarded 20 year old dudes holding up their local grocers with fake walther ppks and bow ties, who would subsequently, develop a hole in their heads, originating from the barrel of a very real gun held by an itchy law enforcement officer.

Such enlightened individuals would simply be deterred by the VCR act, presuming that because the fake firearm they were carrying was deemed illegal for their 17 year old younger brothers, they'd better use a real one instead (and still wind up dead).

There's no real reason behind the VCR bill other than to satisfy Nanny's babbling safety conscious, parasite ridden brain.

I love the US gun laws. They're great. They give you the right to send an almighty burst of lead the way of a intruder attempting to enter your property with malicious intent, against your wishes. In the UK, we only just established the right of self defense in our homes. Now if a dangerous criminal breaks down your front door in order to get access to your prized action figure collections, you can fend him and his gun off with a cricket bat, your fists, or possibly even a knife, as long as you promise not to run with it and hold it carefully with both hands. Before that, we were supposed to let Nanny beat off the intruder with her handbag. Or call the police and hide in some shadow like a timid vole while the said intruder violated our sacred shrine to chewbacca.

Although I can't really complain too much about the UK, Australia is the same... if not sometimes worse. However, the workplace lethargy that is so widespread over here is simply not an issue in Australia. Nanny's overbearing force however, has turned the nation into a closely guarded police state, where even the idea of allowing children to climb trees is debated fiercely on radio stations.

I say, guns in the hands of the population is comforting in a democracy. That way when congress or parliament do something to really anger a country (like ban rugby), there would be serious weight to the phrase: "Up in arms". Guns in the hands of general citizenry is also a comforting prospect, giving them the means to defend their property, their lives and their families.

But this debate isn't even about guns. It's about replica guns. Guns that don't fire, and just give the police (and shopkeepers) a scare. The sooner the general population accept the fact that whoever just got shot for wielding a fake sidearm in a grocery store pretty much deserved dieing in the first place, the better. In a criminal situation, treat a fake firearm with the same weight as a real one. British law already covered this aptly, the VCR is an outdated, desperate attempt at looking pro-active. It also reminds me of video tapes, and I hated them with a vengeance.

Give us the right to use airsoft and paintball markers at the appropriate centers, and return the age limit to 10 (for hire, 17 for possession). By all means ban public carrying of the markers, ban using them outside of a center or when used without permission on trespassed property.

If parliament does carry through this bill on october the 1st, there will be a petition to also ban fishing, cricket, baseball and any such sport where the instruments used could potentially be used as dangerous weapons. I'm not kidding, that petition is already out there somewhere. It's time to break free from Nanny, get off our lumpy butts and see if democracy really works.

I haven't done one of those meaningless, self-referential titles in a while, have I?

Remember all those weeks of posts that I did before and during May talking about my exams and various things related to my exams that I can't really recall at the moment?

No? Fair enough, I barely remember it. Seems like it was ages ago.

Which is what makes it all the more surprising that I'm getting the results tomorrow, barring their interception by an evil cabal of Royal Mail employees hell bent on mildly inconveniencing me a postal strike.

I know some people (including Skippy, remember him? The other half of this blogging team? Also writes for MacTake, hypothetically? You know, the guy who never updates and hasn't come out from underneath a small rock in the middle of the Australian outback since his iMac died? Yeah, that Skippy.) who already have their results, having managed to successfully sign up for online results the day before certificates are due to come out.

They seem to have been among the lucky ones, judging by all the reports of massive screwups. Admittedly, it seems to have been a little out of proportion considering that people only have to wait for 24 hours, maximum, to get their results. One person shown on the news said they had been trying for ten hours to get the site to work. I'm not sure if this was actually ten solid hours of clicking "Refresh" but it seems like they need to get a bit of perspective.

That said, the whole thing has been a bit of a fiasco. Fortunately, I don't have to deal with the crushing disappointment of having to wait slightly longer than expected to receive my results at the same time as everyone else, since I never bothered to sign up. I was going to, but when I got the note from the SQA it required some kind of security thing that I didn't have. The school might have given it to me before then, but damned if I could remember.


Oh, well, enough about that. Today has been another day of watching Yu-Gi-Oh - The Abridged Series (again) and fiddling around with ancient consoles. We tested everything from that big retro bundle which we could test, given the cables available to us, and we're fairly satisfied with it. All three Mega Drives work, as do the NES, SNES, Amstrad CPC 464 and the PSone (near as we can tell without the video cables).

A few strange things became apparent while we were investigating the consoles. Both Mega Drive Is have an odd port on the back that we couldn't quite pin down. Turns out it was only ever used for the Meganet network, where it connected to a Megamodem that allowed for some fairly primitive online play and that (as with all cool peripherals) was never released in Europe, or anywhere other than Japan and Brazil. Brazil, in case you're wondering, was something of a strong-hold for the Mega Drive and more Meganet games were released there than in Japan.

These early models also had the text "High Definition Graphics · Stereo Sound" written behind the cartridge slot. These were presumably removed due to the sheer weight of irony crushing the consoles.

The PlayStation was also an early model which included a port at the back which was removed from later iterations because it's sole use was for connecting the PS1 up to computers for piracy and cheating.

And one final oddity before I close: the small LCD screen on the top of our old photo printer can be taken off and the cable on it fits perfectly into the back of a Mega Drive II. It doesn't show anything since the Mega Drive doesn't send enough power through its video-out but it's kind of neat nevertheless. Emphasis on "kind of".


Well, I'm off to bed since I want to get up early tomorrow and play video games. Oh, and wait for the post to arrive... I'm expecting stuff from eBay.

Bah. Headache. Probaby Superman's fault.

Nothing much to say today. I've got a serious headache which has probably been exacerbated by spending a couple of hours sitting in my room, inhaling stale oxygen, and watching Yu-Gi-Oh - The Abridged Series with Sam and Erin. I linked to it either yesterday or the day before and I can't be bothered doing it again. Scroll down, you lazy bums.

You know what else I can't be bothered doing tonight? Discussing how this is the 201st TWToday post.

So I won't.


Like I said, nothing very much to say. Sam and I have started poking around in that big retro bundle and he's currently busy trying to achieve his new life's goal of making a SNES Game Doctor SF II work.

We, along with Erin, also tried playing Superman 64. I apologise, I should rephrase that. We placed in my N64 a cartridge with a picture of Superman on it (no title) and manipulated the controls in such a way that a representation of Superman on the TV screen performed various actions that approximately corresponded to the relevant action performed upon the controller. You can't really "play" Superman 64 in the same way that you can't really "play" a Medieval torture chamber.

More on that later, I think, when I get access to a better capture card. But not much more. It's like radiation: there are government regulations stating how much exposure you can have to it in a year. The only reason that the developers are still alive is that no one has had the stomach to make it to the end credits and identify the culprits.

I didn't get a woodle up yesterday and I haven't got one for today. I might be able to put one together for tomorrow. I warn you though, it might be a Stick Guys.


And so, without further ado, I leave you with this thought:

In a fight between Wesley Crusher and Adric, who would win lose the least?

Can't blog, giant robots.

I'm doing a mini-post for today, since I had allowed some time to do a woodle and a longer post (the 200th post on TWToday) but the opportunity has just arisen to go and see Transformers with some friends, so I'm going to do that instead. Which means that, if I get this post up and a woodle tonight, I'll have to do any celebratory stuff on the 202nd post...

Meh. Giant robots FTW.

I'll put this up as a draft for now, so that I can post it if I get back too late to do anything else before midnight.

If I do that, I apologise for my lack of planning and direct you to watch this YouTube video. I warn you, there is much swearing.

I'm just adding this line so that there's a scroll bar on the text entry box. That makes me feel marginally better.


Nuts to it, I'm publishing this. Might edit it later, probably won't.


It's later now, about 20 to midnight. I've seen the film and I will now list the pros and cons:

Cons: Incoherent plot, too many human characters getting in the way of the robots, ridiculous misuse of computers and computer technology.

Pros: Giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots, giant fighting robots.

Overall, a nice way to pass the time and switch off your brain. Provided you like giant fighting robots. And know nothing of how computers and/or logic work.

Also, never, ever go to the cinema with Sam Stafford. Who stood up and clapped at the end of the film.

I just found out that there's a Top Trumps-based game on the BBC website already. Inspiring.

A Doctor Who game? Could be good, if done well. A Doctor Who game based on Top Trumps? Why, God, why?!

But seriously, if there's going to be a Who game, it should be an adventure style one, possibly like the old point-and-click style things that have made a slight comeback on the DS in the shape of Another Code and Hotel Dusk. I wouldn't be completely averse to some other kind of game set in the same universe, possibly an RPG. Torchwood might lend itself well to a shooter or action game of some description.

But Top Trumps? It might not necessarily be bad but I reckon that whatever comes out is going to be a waste of potential behind the licence. The platforms it's going to be on (PS2, mobiles, DS and PC) and the suggested holiday release date suggest something of a cash-in, going for the largest markets, particularly the now last-gen PS2. And something that's announced as one game coming out across such technically disparate systems makes me think that any central gameplay elements are going to be fairly simple.

Which makes sense since it's based on Top freakin' Trumps.

The comment that the game will be "extremely loyal to the Top Trumps brand" also has me worried. When you have the option of those two brands you don't emphasise the children's card game (he writes, unconsciously channeling the spirit of LittleKuriboh) over the award-winning sci-fi series, if only because Doctor Who fans are a thousand times more rabid. And I mean that in the best possible way.

With any luck this'll be a relatively minor budget title and someone will eventually have the idea of getting a veteran writer from the series to come up with something proper that'll tie into the continuity and be well-designed enough to succeed in territories where the Doctor Who brand isn't enough to make little kids instantly buy it.


Still, no sense dwelling on that, though I'll be sure to keep an eye out for any more news.


Nothing much else to say, since it's later now and I thought I had written more about that Doctor Who game. Ho-hum. I still haven't tested the rest of that bundle of consoles, as much as I keep meaning to. Might get it done tomorrow.

I've come up with another idea for a short sketch or even a series of sketches based on some inanimate objects. Actually, I have a few ideas for sketches about inanimate objects but this one only came into being today. I'd promise video but if I can get it scripted tomorrow and shot soon, it'll have to be done with Sam's Hitachivideocamerarecorder. This is a device that was not so much built as it was forged in the fires of the 1980s. So no promises. Unless I finally get round to convincing Erin to spend her money on a decent camcorder. Which I can "borrow".

I probably won't put the script up since it's only really funny because of the props and setting... meh, doesn't really matter.

That's about it. There should be a woodle up tomorrow, possibly a decent quality one of Sam can be made to draw it. I rely on that incompetent buffoon far too much. I also don't use the phrase "incompetent buffoon" nearly often enough.

Captain's Blog 2: The Wrath of Spanners

Another day, another crazy email from Sam. Tested some of that retro bundle that I got yesterday; the Acorn Electron seems to work, though it would be better if I could get my old TV to tune to it properly.

I bought a load of Doctor Who books while in Glasgow this morning. Nothing particularly interesting but Erin spent most of the last few days memorising the TV series companions in chronological order and almost wept when she realised that there were others in the expanded universe.

Speaking of science fiction...


Begin recording.

"Captain's blog for today. We're still in orbit around Z138-Delta, awaiting a response to our report of high mineral content in the local asteroid belt. On the basis that, bureaucracy being what it is, we're probably going to be here for a while, I've sent Commander Darrell down to the planets surface with a scouting party to investigate a series of ruins on a southern subcontinent. We think that they might be the remains of an Sh'ladon colony, judging from the architecture. Since it's something of a hobby for Lieutenant Harper, I've allowed him to go down with Darrell and the red shirts to see what they can study.

Spanners is still out in the asteroid belt with shuttle 5. When last contacted, he was doing a space walk with a hammer and chisel to extract a sample from a large 'roid. That was... 12-ish hours ago. I've sent shuttle 4 with Science Officer Mendel to back him up in the unlikely event that he completely fouls up his ridiculous little jaunt. I've told Mendel not to hurry since if he is drifting he's got plenty of oxygen and time to contemplate his actions.

Ensign Tarvek is temporarily in command of Engineering. I'm not sure why Spanners assigned such a junior officer but he tells me that it was because she's "damned good at Monopoly, for such a young lass". I decided not to pry further for the sake of my sanity. That said, everything down in the bowels seems to be running smoothly.

With the exception of that pipe under my quarters. It has ceased to drip now but whatever was running through it apparently goes bad, judging from the smell. I've had Minx run a scan and it appears to be non-toxic, thus leaving why it set off the automatic alarms something of a mystery. Ensign Tarvek says she'll have it looked into as soon as she can contact Spanners and get the access codes for the air recyc. system. In the meantime, I'm sleeping in the corridor. It's rather undignified but it was either that or open the doors and vent the deck.

I think that about wraps it up...

Oh, other than following up that thievery report. I've been keeping track of what things have been going missing and where. It seems it started after that visit to Tarsus Station. I'm cross-referencing with shore leave and baggage reports... which is taking a while since Minx is in a huff. I don't understand precisely why but then I'm just the captain, why should anyone explain things to me?

I don't know why I bother."

Recording terminated.


Some more from the Captain and his crew there. I'm going to stick this up now, since I'm running out of time and ideas.

As a last minute link, anyone who's swallowed something toxic and needs to vomit should take a look at this video. Pre-teen Lara Croft... it's unholy.

I'll write about what I like (except what teachers I hate, because that would be hypocritical)

Well, we finally figured out what that Doctor Who reference in The Simpsons Movie was. Both Homer and the Ninth Doctor believe that bananas are an excellent source of potassium. I can't remember the exact scene but I'm glad I finally figured that out. And a little creeped out by how exciting it was.


I'm not sure I can really be bothered writing about that topic I mentioned yesterday. Just so you know, I was going to write about this story, regarding the Professional Association of Teachers wanting sites like YouTube and RateMyTeacher brought down due to cyberbullying. There's not much to say about this other than that it's a silly idea (these sites aren't the root cause, most have systems in place to protect against such things, no one actually has the power to simply "close them down", such videos are an insignificant fraction of content, etc., etc., ad nauseam) but one with some good reasons behind it (bullying is a bad thing) that are simply being applied in a misguided fashion.

I decided not to write about it for two reasons; the first is that it ended up being a load of complaining that really didn't achieve anything and the second is that my whole argument can be summarised just as effectively in a single, if rather clumsy, paragraph.

I have this kind of gating mechanism for ideas. If, upon being reminded of something, I still have the same reaction after a day or so, I'll know that it's a good idea. If I'm still angry about something, it's something to get angry about. If a joke still makes me smirk after mulling it over, then it's a good joke.

Conversely, if I see something again and it doesn't affect me, I'll ignore that gut reaction. If I read in the morning a hastily written note I made while half asleep and wonder what I was thinking then I'll forget about it, however hilarious it seemed at the time.

The latter is what happened with this PAT/YouTube story. I realised that it would probably come to nothing, that it was just an organisation exaggerating to make their point and that the news was running with it because YouTube is currently hip and trendy. Anything I said about it wouldn't matter, largely because it was all common sense with added vitriol.


All this has been a rather topic-like explanation of why I'm not using my original topic. I've little else to mention today, beyond insights into how my mind works. I've been playing around with Picasa as a feature of my Google account. I've never really used it before but the little iPhoto plug-in made it rather useful. I only started using it in order to upload these photos somewhere in a hurry. They're of a big bundle of retro gaming equipment that Sam and I purchased a few days ago and I felt that laying them all out on the kitchen table and sending Sam a link to the photos was the funniest way to tell him that they'd arrived.

We'll probably be reselling the excess stuff (NES, SNES, a few Mega Drives) and keeping the best for ourselves. Until we can get them sorted out, I've used them to complete my annexation of the spare bedroom next to mine. Along with the NESi, a couple of printers I got from the school along with Lucy, the big CRT monitor for Linus and a whole bunch of cables, this has pretty much filled that wee room to capacity.

Corbett - 1, Floorspace - 0