On my last day in São Paulo, the good people we were working with on an upcoming Portuguese version of Giz with took us to some nightclub with an open roof and lots of beautiful younger people dancing and making out. Anyhow, here’s the gadget party of this story: There was a band there playing called Inimigos da HP, or Enemies of HP. Yes, that HP.
About two weeks ago, I was thinking about this exact clip with regards to Hillary. Glad to see someone went ahead and put it together. Although I think they should have used actors with British accents rather than actual clips from Hillary. Oh well!
When Yosuke the parrot flew out of his cage and got lost, he did exactly what he had been taught _ recite his name and address to a stranger willing to help.
Police rescued the African grey parrot two weeks ago from a neighbor’s roof in the city of Nagareyama, near Tokyo. After spending a night at the station, he was transferred to a nearby veterinary hospital while police searched for clues, local policeman Shinjiro Uemura said.
He kept mum with the cops, but began chatting after a few days with the vet.
“I’m Mr. Yosuke Nakamura,” the bird told the veterinarian, according to Uemura. The parrot also provided his full home address, down to the street number, and even entertained the hospital staff by singing songs.
She couldn’t talk, but I still miss Zuri very much. :-(
Scriptwriter Steven Moffat was today named lead writer and executive producer on hit BBC1 drama Doctor Who.
Moffat, who has written a number of episodes of the show – including the acclaimed Blink episode which won him the writer prize at this year’s Bafta Craft Awards – will replace Russell T Davies.
Davies, the key creative figure behind the Doctor Who revival in 2005, stands down next year.
The appointment makes Moffat Doctor Who’s showrunner – the key creative force behind the programme – on the fifth series, which will be broadcast on BBC1 in 2010.
As well as Blink, his previous work on Doctor Who includes The Girl in the Fireplace for series two which earned him his second Hugo Award. His first was for the series one two-parter The Empty Child.
Davies said: “It’s been a delight and an honour working with Steven, and I can’t wait to see where his extraordinary imagination takes the Doctor. Best of all, I get to be a viewer again, watching on a Saturday night!”
This has been going around for a few days now, but I just actually watched it for the first time a few minutes ago. It is a music video for a song which is all made up of the guy doing stuff in various windows on his Mac.
Visionaries see a future of telecommuting workers, interactive libraries and multimedia classrooms. They speak of electronic town meetings and virtual communities. Commerce and business will shift from offices and malls to networks and modems. And the freedom of digital networks will make government more democratic.
Baloney. Do our computer pundits lack all common sense? The truth in no online database will replace your daily newspaper, no CD-ROM can take the place of a competent teacher and no computer network will change the way government works.
Consider today’s online world. The Usenet, a worldwide bulletin board, allows anyone to post messages across the nation. Your word gets out, leapfrogging editors and publishers. Every voice can be heard cheaply and instantly. The result? Every voice is heard. The cacophany more closely resembles citizens band radio, complete with handles, harrasment, and anonymous threats. When most everyone shouts, few listen. How about electronic publishing? Try reading a book on disc. At best, it’s an unpleasant chore: the myopic glow of a clunky computer replaces the friendly pages of a book. And you can’t tote that laptop to the beach. Yet Nicholas Negroponte, director of the MIT Media Lab, predicts that we’ll soon buy books and newspapers straight over the Intenet. Uh, sure.
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Then there’s cyberbusiness. We’re promised instant catalog shopping–just point and click for great deals. We’ll order airline tickets over the network, make restaurant reservations and negotiate sales contracts. Stores will become obselete. So how come my local mall does more business in an afternoon than the entire Internet handles in a month? Even if there were a trustworthy way to send money over the Internet–which there isn’t–the network is missing a most essential ingredient of capitalism: salespeople.
A few months ago I discovered there is a nifty little connection between myself and Ewoks. Can any of my readers tell me what that connection might be?
And no, it does not involve furries. But it does involve a popular book.
Big huge snowflakes falling from the sky. Some of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Somebody needs to let somebody know that it is March 27th, and it is too late for this stuff. Time to stop. K?
It is just supposed to be raining, not snowing, but there ya go.
The picture is my hamster Snowball. I had Snowball when I was a kid. We got Snowball at the petstore. A few days later she had a bunch of babies.
Big huge snowflakes falling from the sky. Some of the biggest I’ve ever seen. Somebody needs to let somebody know that it is March 27th, and it is too late for this stuff. Time to stop. K?