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…is not merely bad. It is an astonishment, so idiotic in conception and inept in execution that, after seeing it, one almost wonders whether it was real or imagined.
Here’s the review / point-by-point enumeration of what actually happens ‘which will enable you to marvel at its anti-genius without sacrificing (and I don’t use that term lightly) 90 minutes of your life.’
Almost upon us, the great whisker consumer electronic crisis of the 21-teens. All our precious toys are growing increasingly hairy, microscopically, with metallic whiskers. Once they get long enough to short-out: pfffft …fizzle …duh?
One nation uner CCTV. Banksy erects three stories of scaff behind a security fence to paint his biggest piece yet.
Although puzzle pieces are unique and can only fit into one place within a puzzle they are interchangeable within a brand
Last FM have a ball pit. Perhaps I should suggest one for Detica. although they’d probably want the balls to all be grey. And cast of solid stainless steel.
nimportequi.com. Watch a couple of vids and you’ll get it soon enough. Tres bien.
Nice SW tees at Addict. Am liking the sandtrooper, mostly, but why are they in black? Who wants to look like a loser emo? I went there for the wallets, which are at least as nice as the Maharishi billfolds, and are about a third of the price.
Kokoro, a Japanese manufacturer, showed off a robot for training dentists, which it developed with Nippon Dental University. As student dentists drill into its teeth, replete with sensors, the robot yelps “ouch!†when the work is not up to par. But the robot would really squeal if the dentist accidentally leaned in so much that he or she accidentally pressed upon the robot’s breasts.
A suprisingly technologically literate Stephen Fry talks about the seductive Asus EEE on the Guardian’s technology pages. I saw one of these for the first time yesterday, and they are sweet, sweet machines. I also saw a Zune in the wild for the first time this week. Are they still even being made?
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 not impossibly difficult to make. And the PM’s jet was less than 1000m away…it all adds up.
Hang on, maybe not: an EMP would have trashed all electronics within a certain radius, not just the plane. Hmmm, Okay, how about this: maybe someone’s built an EMP beam weapon that can be directed. Unlikely I suppose, and it wouldn’t explain the fact that the accidental trigger happened to hit a plane, which really would have been a freakish coincidence. Still, I reckon there’s a screenplay in it. I wonder what sort of noise the pulse would make.
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 setting out their manifesto for the night!”. She smiles and nods. I’m not sure if she’s heard me. It doesn’t matter, because with this simple sample they’re sending out an instruction that the fans can’t help but listen to.
“Don’t hold back”
Consciously or otherwise, 5000 clubbers prepare to obey. It’s going to be a good night.
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 predetermined times. Perhaps for 2009.