So now ShitBook works for me. Well, I think so… I’m still wary of how often I’m checking in, how much stuff comes dribbling down that line. My new addiction is to ruthless management of a trickle of updates, photos that I actually find I want to know. So now I browse with a twitchy, itchy trigger finger hovering over that ‘delete friend’ button, ready to cull at any moment…no pressure…
Technology
Nov 07
No Sleep till iPhone
Since that night there have been legal battles over the iPhone name, venomous exchanges on the interweb over the decision to lock it down, iBricks and silly bitches suing because they have nothing better to do. And, of course, the inevitable squealing of anti-Mac piglets suckled strongly onto Bill Gates’ swollen teats (he says, ducking).
Sep 07
So long, Facebook
An announcement was made last week that introduced a change to the way we will live our lives. Metaplace is coming…
The site looks kinda hokey, but that’s ‘cos it’s aimed at its initial target market – cheesy gamers. Eventually though, it will affect each and every one of us, for Metaplace could be just the kick in the arse that Virtual Reality has been waiting for.
Aug 07
Get Your Raid Out
The US Military – via the DoD – is currently investigating the potential use of moths as the frontline in stealth surveillance. The idea is to plant "micro-mechanical systems inside the insects during the early stages of metamorphisis" so that they become, essentially, remote-controlled. Recording devices would then be implanted and some lucky chap in a darkened room somewhere secret in the festy bowels of the US military would fly the poor bugger into…I dunno…caves in Afghanistan I guess…
Jul 07
The Best T-Shirt Store is Open
T-shirts have been around for almost a hundred years, and for more than half that time they’ve been garnished with messages that reflect and project the wearer’s personal taste and identity. As the kids of a world in which the clutter of media messages seems to intensify year-on-year, we’re becoming quite adept at branding ourselves – we’re, quite literally, wearing our hearts on our (short) sleeves.