Why I pirate Computer Games...

If game trailers were sex this would be the kind you pass out after.

I'm afraid to install the demo of Eve Online though... The likes of that could swallow your life whole.

"What difference does it make to the dead, the orphans and the homeless, whether the mad destruction is wrought under the name of totalitarianism or the holy name of liberty or democracy?"

Mahatma Gandhi
"Non-Violence in Peace and War"

Hte inteerwebs is full of wondrous things... And here's yet another: Fried Chicken Gallery.

I just wandered across the list of things the Royal Mail won't deliver, and filth is one of them...

If you were thinking of sending someone dear to you shit in the post, I'd advise sending a dead animal instead, although it appears you will have to comply with the rules pertaining to postage of perishable goods.

Things We Cannot Carry [RoyalMail.com]

Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind
Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard
I can't quite see the whites of your eyes
Though you bat your eyelids from across the ocean
And I fall over in their breeze
I don't bring you spices from the East
I don't bring you the world's you crave
'Cos everyday you need a new one

Just like Mr Benn, just like Mr Benn

Put your sweet fingers a little closer to the keyboard
We pass light bits in the night
Though you send your flare to the horizon
I just stare and blink in your light
I don't speak in all your tongues
So I don't even know if I'll be welcome
But what if I appeared as if by magic?
Just like in Mr Benn

So go if you're going
You keep pouring when I say when
Come home when your
Work there is done
Just like Mr Benn

Put your sweet fingers
A little closer to the keyboard
It's hard to read between your lines
We were the clock hands at midnight
Now you're four whole hours behind

- Crosby/Geraghty/Noonan/Phillips

Sam: You're looking hale and hearty, little buddy.
Max: I'm a coffee achiever, Sam.

Welcome to ambitious dreams of creativity run wild, wrapped in a dull tedium of micro-management like a truffle smeared in shit... I almost hope Lionhead goes the way of Bullfrog for delivering this wretched turnip into my hands. But then maybe I was the fool to buy it. Perhaps if I play on, it reaches a point from which it all becomes purposeful and *gasp* fun. But is putting that tentative theory to the test worth the effort? Is it just another ten pound note I won't be seeing again?

PC Zone 95% - "Quite simply unmissable" ...Wankers

I discovered today that nobody sells Bjarne Stroustrup figurines anywhere on the known internet. While it's quite possible that somebody does have such inspirational wares for sale in the dragon-wastes untraversed by the doughty google, it seems unlikely...

If somebody was to sell Bjarne Stroustrup figurines I would surely buy one.

In the meantimes, here is where he teaches us the pronounciation of His name.

My screen has been infested with small irritating insects since I moved to Cambridge. Now one of the wretched six-legged shits is crawling around between the TFT panel and the backlight panel.

There's a fucking insect inside my screen. To say I'm not pleased is a huge understatement...

I'm not relishing the thought of having to strip the screen down to clear the bastard out of it. I'll leave it alone and hope the fucker dies somewhere off-screen where I don't have to see it, ever.