HD-DVD downfall
Tuesday, January 22nd, 2008Sy tips us off to this superbly topical parody / commentary on Blu-Ray’s all-but-victory in the high-def DVD format war: (profanity warning)
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Sy tips us off to this superbly topical parody / commentary on Blu-Ray’s all-but-victory in the high-def DVD format war: (profanity warning)
Can I be the first to go on record and state that I believe the Heathrow airliner crash yesterday was caused by a mistimed electromagnetic pulse weapon, intended to bring down the Prime Minister’s plane on take-off. It certainly would have killed all the electronics instantly in exactly the way the pilots describe, and they’re […]
Trick for establishing the visual hierarchy of a wireframe if you’re in doubt: shrink it down to thumbnail size and see what pops out the most.
“Don’t hold back” As I sit in the balcony of the Brighton Centre, waiting with a heavily pregnant Lara for the Chemical Brothers to ignite, I recognise the opening strains of Galvanise. A smile spreads across my face. “Don’t hold back” I lean over and shout in her ear: “They’re sending us a message. They’re […]
Maybe it’s a bit late for the new year, but here it is: Turn off all notifications that you’ve received an email. No de-duh noise, no envelope in the system tray, nothing. Get email back on your terms. I’m not quite brave enough yet to turn off Outlook completely, and only check for mail at […]
“Did you hear that?” “What?” “That pop.” It was 00.45, Friday night into Saturday morning, and I’d just settled into bed having cleaned out Joe and Viv at Joe’s poker night. My clattering had woken Lara and she’d taken the opportunity to visit the bathroom. Her trip must have triggered something, and when she got […]