Trek Penguin, originally uploaded by spinneyhead.
Dale Street, Manchester
There was some big sporting event overnight in the US. A lot of money was spent on adverts during the game, including a few trailers for films I’ll probably end up listing for Orange Wednesdays.
Fast and Furious 4
Some of these may get taken down for copyright violation, so watch them while you can.
Not quite as insanely brilliant as his rendition of Common People, but still fairly mad.
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I’m gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It’s lonely out in space
On such a timeless flight
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I’m not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone
Mars ain’t the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it’s cold as hell
And there’s no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don’t understand
It’s just my job five days a week
A rocket man, a rocket man
And I think it’s gonna be a long long time…
At the start of the year, I set myself the target of uploading 1,000 pictures in to my gallery. So, when I ran out of harddisk space on my computer yesterday, I actually found some pictures I though I might upload.
Pictures Of Cars – Imaginatively titled, including a day trip to Belle Vue’s Banger racing
Collectormania – Various pictures I have taken from Collectormania, including some famous actors, and some not so famous.
Scientists are to investigate whether magnetic fields could provide protection against radiation for spaceships.
Many Trek fans are unhappy with Enterprise and the general state of the Star Trek franchise but Activision are going one better and suing Paramount over it. They say that Paramount’s neglect of Star Trek means they can’t sell games under the (rather expensive) exclusive licence they bought back in ’98 when DS9 and Voyager were still running.
Okay fanboys, get your heads around this. Seven of Nine was married to Jack Ryan, President of the United States and recurring character in Tom Clancy’s books. But they got divorced. Seven cited the President’s desire to have sex with her in public at “avant-garde” (as he called them) clubs in New York and Paris (Tom Paris? He’s involved in all this as well.) They should have just used the holo-deck.
Yes. I am a fool. It is 7am in the morning and i am at work. Ok so at least i am barely working! Watched the season finale of Star Trek Enterprise last night, and I have to say the show did improve considerably over the first episodes. Time magazine has put together an interesting article about Star Trek – The Business, which highlights exactly how much you can make off sci-fi. We all know that you can make money off of anything these days, but what I really want for Christmas is the talking George Bush doll! Not only does he look as intelligent as the real guy, but speaks 11 phrases littered with those “maloproprisms”, which is supposed to be a sign of intelligence. I wonder.
Back to suburban white kids like myself. Although I am eminently influenced by hip hop culture, for shizzle ‘o the nizzle and be it all gravy and that, there is a web-site some fly tips for all the kids from New Jersey. Very informative and funny indeed. Now another fantastic part of being from the suburbs is that there is always something productive to do. Like steal real estate signs and place them on other people’s houses or the old mailbox baseball gag. But for us more technically inclined gents, working on a wire cube in four dimensions and then projecting it in 2D is much more fun.
Ahhh Ebay. What a fantastic site. Still has a few problems, but the story from this gentleman regarding getting ripped off is an eye opener. Very good story. Finally one of the good guys gets back at the chapeu d’aine.
Whilst desperately seeking backed up stuff after the PC crash, I discovered a few pieces I wrote which could have gone into Ten Years Asleep, but I forgot about. So-
They had promised each other that they wouldn�t be as slovenly as during their student years. Privately they had admitted to themselves that this was a lie.
The one mod. con. the house lacked was a dishwasher, so cutlery and crockery piled up in and around the kitchen sink.
Derek, manager and accountant that he was, surveyed the debris and decided that there should be a dish washing rota. After eating a pork chop on a bed of noodles he added the plate to the pile and went up to his room to type it up on his computer. When he sat down he discovered the Quake mission disk he hadn�t finished yet and decided on a quick game.
Paul was an engineer and ever practical. He set about cleaning the kitchen up. He stacked the plates, with the largest at the bottom and saucers at the top, and placed the bowls atop these. Cups and mugs were regimented, presenting arms in the shape of forks, knives and spoons. Pans and other utensils were stacked precariously. He was about to fill the washing bowl with warm water and detergent when he remembered it was time for Star Trek, and decided the washing up could wait until afterwards.
Gareth, applying his skewed memory of various sciences, had concluded that there was a median level of washing, about which the pile fluctuated. The current amount was at the dirty far end of the bell curve. He washed a plate, saucepan, large bowl, fork and spoon to bring the pile down a few percentiles. Then he used the clean items to cook and consume a large amount of pasta.