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| Saturday |
the Eleventh of May, 2002 |
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| | Zombie Sims. I really should go back and finish engineering my Triffids.
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| Freshly frenetic son-et-lumière gaming from Jeff Minter, in the
form of Hover Bovver 2 :
Grand Theft Flymo - a remake of the
1983 original
with shinier everything and extra gubbins. Fed up of the belly of
the software-industry behemoth, the man is back to producing
off-the-cuff shareware amusements. And keeping a
development
blog. All power to him.
This means I can now put "nagging compulsion to run over flowers whilst mowing"
next to "perceiving side-facing
alpaca herds as some form of Jeff Minter game", in the depths of my subconsciousness.
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| Friday |
the Tenth of May, 2002 |
| Aha, Tony Hawks does get a lot of email from bogglingly inattentive
Tony Hawk fans. I wonder if he can make a facetious
travel book out of it.
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| Rik Mayall "dresses up as Adolf Hitler to tell a Nuremburg-style rally that the
euro is inevitable" in a rather grim-sounding anti-euro
comedy advert. Bring out the
Izzard.
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"The first time he ran it, it sent out five hundred emails, just like he wanted, every one of them different. One person fell for the spam, and deposited a fiver in his account. The next night, the program took the email that person had received, made five hundred random variants, and sent them out."
Fantastic, flawless junk-email DNA from a new voice at
the Clone. Something like this
would be incredibly easy to implement for SMS spam, shifting the price
and call duration (maybe even playing with some alternate wordings) until
it hit maximum host-exploitation. Unsettling.
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| Thursday |
the Ninth of May, 2002 |
| Battleground God - express your
religious beliefs without being tripped up by contradiction or
carelessness. Thought-straightening stuff.
[via Crummy]
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| | A fantastic list of Coca-Cola-owned brand-names, from around the
world. A glass of North Neck, please. An Urge and a Surge. A hit of Cocoteen. As Tyre says, though, Jesus is best. I hope the logo has an exclamation mark.
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| That silly new logo for the European Union, in full.
Mildly clever as an artistic exercise, but thoroughly pointless and irritating as a recognisable, reproducible symbol. Wrapping paper.
Connectedly, today seems to be Europe Day, with very little visible effect.
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| Tuesday |
the Seventh of May, 2002 |
| More democracy in action, with a
fictional
monkey being voted mayor of Hartlepool. Fortunately there wasn't a
neo-Nazi or a Patrick McGoohan under the mask, but a well-meaning ex-call-centre
manager with some thoughtful policies. The protest voters are whining that
they had "voted for H'Angus, rather than a serious politician" - perhaps they
were hoping for some sort of simian monarchy, the role of Hartlepool United mascot being transferred automatically upon the death or (as was presumably the case here) abdication of the man-in-the-monkey-suit. Hmm.
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| Somewhat surprising to see a cheery banner-advert for a
lock pick, complete with the not-fooling-anyone
slogan of "Never Pay A Locksmith Again!"
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