Thursday, March 31, 2005

New technology uses human body for broadband networking

From The Guardian
Your body could soon be the backbone of a broadband personal data network linking your mobile phone or MP3 player to a cordless headset, your digital camera to a PC or printer, and all the gadgets you carry around to each other.

These personal area networks are already possible using radio-based technologies, such as Wi-Fi or Bluetooth, or just plain old cables to connect devices. But NTT, the Japanese communications company, has developed a technology called RedTacton, which it claims can send data over the surface of the skin at speeds of up to 2Mbps - equivalent to a fast broadband data connection.

Using RedTacton-enabled devices, music from an MP3 player in your pocket would pass through your clothing and shoot over your body to headphones in your ears. Instead of fiddling around with a cable to connect your digital camera to your computer, you could transfer pictures just by touching the PC while the camera is around your neck. And since data can pass from one body to another, you could also exchange electronic business cards by shaking hands, trade music files by dancing cheek to cheek, or swap phone numbers just by kissing.
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More here

It rocked

Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye
Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye

If you will, devil may ride
Invitation makes you feel fly
If you will, devil may ride
Well, the invitation makes you feel fly
If you will, devil will ride
Well, the invitation makes you feel fly
Did you ever even try
When the inspiration's set to run dry?

Well, everybody wants a good time
Yeah, and everybody wants a good time
It's a goodbye

World going mad out there
Throw away all of your treasured possessions
'Cause even the Royal Mail
Can't deliver us from what we've got into
Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye
Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye
You know it

Oh, so good I could just live for this lie
Oh, 'cause everybody wants to get by

It's too easy to like this living
Been taking it easy again
It's too easy to like this living

If you will, the devil will ride
But the invitation makes you feel fly
Did you ever even try
When the inspiration's set to run dry?
Did you ever even writhe
When the conversation turned to a guy?

And everybody wants a good time
Yeah, and everybody wants a good time
It's a goodbye

World going mad out there
Throw away all of your treasured possessions
Not even the Royal Mail
Can deliver us from what we've got into
Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye
Guess it's bye-bye, baby, bye-bye

Devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
If you will, devil will ride
(repeat to end)
[Listening to: Gomez - Split The Difference - Where Ya Going? (3:41)]

Monday, March 28, 2005

BOOK REVIEW: The 'Sin City' comic-book series

BOOK REVIEW: The 'Sin City' comic-book series - a good primer for anyone who hasn't checked out the Sin City books before the movie hits.

heh....received this via email

Melbourne, Tuesday

The Ferrari Formula 1 Team fired their entire pit crew yesterday. The
announcement followed Ferrari's decision to take advantage of the
Australian Government's Youth Opportunity scheme and employ people from
Macquarie Fields.

The decision to hire them was brought on by a recent documentary on how
unemployed youths from the Macquarie Fields area were able to remove a set
of wheels in less than 6 seconds without proper equipment, whereas
Ferrari's existing crew can only do it in 8 seconds with millions of euros
worth of high-tech equipment.

John Howard went on record as saying this was a bold move by the Ferrari
management, which demonstrated the international recognition of Australia's
employment practices under his Liberal government. As most races are won
and lost in the pits, Ferrari now have an advantage over every team.

However, Ferrari may have got more than they bargained for......At the
crew's first practice session, the Macquarie Fields pit crew successfully
changed the tyres in under 6 seconds, and then within 12 seconds they had
re-sprayed, re-badged, and sold the vehicle to the McLaren team for a slab
of VB, a kilogram of speed and some photos of Montoya's girlfriend in the
shower.

Sunday, March 27, 2005

Thursday, March 24, 2005

"A regular soy decaf latte"

Why bother? Why not just drink hot water?

Well isnt it about time that NASA considered this?

No New Shuttle Flight Unless Rescue Mission Can Be Guaranteed
The United States will not resume shuttle flights unless it has a support shuttle ready to carry out rescues in space, the US space agency said Tuesday.

Don't you think that there would have been some backup available before now? Nope, not here at NASA. Everything we do works fine.

Well this is just great:

Original Article Here

Police machine gun missing
March 23, 2005
From: AAP

A MACHINE gun has gone missing from a police storage shed in Far North Queensland.
A Heckler and Koch MP5 9mm sub-machine gun, as well as a secure radio handset, went missing from the Special Emergency Response Team (SERT) storage facility in Cairns late last week, police said.

The weapon is capable of firing single shots or being used in fully automatic mode.

Queensland Police Commissioner Bob Atkinson said today he was confident the storage facility was secure and the shed had not been broken into.

However, he was worried about its disappearance.

"Generally all activities associated with this unit are conducted in a very professional manner and this missing firearm is of significant concern," Mr Atkinson said.

The weapon was unaccounted for in a regular stocktake of SERT equipment last week and "extensive inquiries" had been conducted by police to eliminate the possibility it was a stocktaking error, he said.

They said there was no evidence to suggest the weapon was in the hands of criminals or members of the community.

The missing weapon is a superseded model usually used for training exercises. Although it is still capable of firing normal rounds, it is mostly used to fire paintball-type training projectiles.

Police are focusing their investigations on recent training exercises in remote bush locations, and the recent history of use of the weapon.

Mr Atkinson said he had ordered an urgent review of all processes involving the acquisition, use, maintenance and security of police equipment.

Teenage Mom the Video Game

Teenage Mom the Video Game : Kotaku - funny stuff.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

Finally we won

Six Seasons.

Three Grand Finals

One undefeated season.

My first Warehouse premiership.

And we won by 12:30pm on the Sunday. That meant I got to start celebrating (read drinking) straight afterwards. It was a good night/morning.
[Listening to: Metallica - S&M (Disc 2) - Wherever I May Roam (7:01)]

Tuesday, March 22, 2005

Clientcopia

Complete Morons are not limited to the computing realm. We have all heard the stories of people just not being able to figure out these new fangled PC's and all but now for something outside the computing industry (at least partially).

Here's a snippit:
After getting the work approved, the conversation on the copy went comething like this. Client: I don't like this copy, too many short words. Agency: Short words? Client: Yeah, like it, of but, and, we can we get rid of those? Agency: And what would you like there instead? Client: New words, really new ones, like ones I've never heard before... Agecny; Collective sigh...

More Here

Monday, March 21, 2005

Observation

With enough alcohol, even the most shit-house tune can be danceable.

Saturday, March 19, 2005

Opening Night

So, I'm at work. And I figure that based upon working the same show two nights beforehand, I should be finished at around 11pm that night. Then I find out about this...

and realise that I'm not leaving until 1:30 in the morning. Maybe I should have had dinner before heading to work...


God it sucks having to watch the beautiful people consume all that free food and drink and not be allowed to join in. Posted by Hello

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Real Live v Internet

This is brilliant.
[Listening to: Supergrass - Supergrass is 10 - Bullet (2:32)]

Ronald D. Moore you b*stard...

From his blog
"Could you please explain the writing process for an extra season stroy arc if you don't know if you are going to be signed from one season to the next? hopefully the Sci Fi network will come to there senses and offer a multi year contract. "

I just proceed as if it were already a done deal. I wrote the miniseries as a pilot for a series, without ever considering how to cover my bases if it didn't get picked up and I wrote the Season One finale as a cliff-hanger without any backup plan whatsoever if we didn't return.

Sometimes you just gotta roll the hard six.
In other words, he didn't know wether of not BG was going to be picked up for a second series when his wrote the final episode of the first season. Lucky for him it was. It could have gotten ugly othewise...
[Listening to: Korn - Take A Look In The Mirror - Counting On Me (4:49)]

Monday, March 14, 2005

Lazy

Okay - so you get a drink from the fountain. And you're wondering what to do with your cup.

So you leave it on the nearest flat surface.

Is it really that hard to just bend over and put it in the bloody bin?

It obviously is.
[Listening to: Rob Dougan - Furious Angels - Nothing At All (6:32)]

Solar Tower of Power Finds Home

From Wired

The quest for a new form of green energy has taken a significant step with the purchase of a 25,000-acre sheep farm in the Australian outback. The huge alternative energy project isn't driven by manure, but by a 1-kilometer-high thermal power station called the Solar Tower.

Announced several years ago, the 3,280-foot Solar Tower is one of the most ambitious alternative energy projects on the planet: a renewable energy plant that pumps out the same power as a small reactor but is totally safe. If built, it will be nearly double the height of the world's tallest structure, the CN Tower in Canada.

Friday, March 11, 2005

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Interlude for the Procurers

I'm still not very far advanced in figuring out the next session for the Procurer game. However, there is a scene (unknown to the PCs, though) that follows on from the last session that demanded to be seen. So, here it is.

***********

The chamber was dank and dark, barely lit by the luminescent moss on its walls. The light was enough to make out the room's general shape - an arch-roofed, square room, with a set of heavy doors on one side and a shimmering archway in another. The smell of salt competed with the odours of damp and must for dominance, and little wonder - the shimmering archway was a wall of water, leading straight into the murky depths of the sea.

A point of white light formed in the centre of the room, gradually growing in size and brightness. After a few moments, it flashed brightly, flooding the room with brilliance, then was gone, leaving only the fading brightness of the moss and a sudden rippling of the water-wall to mark its passing. That, and the man in the middle of the room.

He stood frozen for a moment, a parchment held in both hands like the decree of a town crier, one arm thrust through a coronet of silver that gleamed brighter than the meagre light it reflected. Then the parchment crumbled to dust in his hands, and he fell to one knee, his hand clutching at his side through his voluminous robes. He grunted slightly in pain as he probed the rent in his robes, and his hand came away with the wetness of his own blood.

He examined the wound more fully, then slipped one arm out of his robe to better reveal the injury. The gash on his side was far from mortal, but it was bleeding freely, and by the ginger way he probed it with his fingers, quite obviously painful. He laid the coronet on the floor gently, careful not to stain it with his blood, and then began to rummage through his many pockets. He smiled in satisfaction as he produced a glass phial containing a viscous blue liquid. He smeared the liquid over the wound, and spoke a single word.

His wound glowed an intense, bright green, then slowly closed itself, leaving unbroken skin with only a pink mark to show that the gash had ever been there. Nodding in satisfaction, he put the robe back on, then worked a minor cantrip to mend the slit in his robe.

"You have returned earlier than you led me to believe, Matzah," whispered a voice out of the darkness. The man looked up in fear, searching around in the gloom for the speaker. The voice continued, "I trust all proceeds according to your plans."

The man - Matzah - fumbled for the coronet, holding it supplicatingly, still looking all around for the source of the voice. "I have brought you your crown, my lord - but I fear the sword may be lost."

Two brilliant points of blue light appeared in the water-wall, as if of eyes of a huge man. "Lost?" The voice echoed. "All your plans, all your ideas, all the power I gifted you, all the centuries I have waited to avenge my disgrace and you tell me my sword is lost?"

The water-wall shimmered again, and the eyes began to move out of the wall, in the head of a body composed entirely of water. The body resembled a human male's, slim, taut, muscular, and about nine feet tall. The eyes blazed down on Martzah as the water-man stepped towards him.

"My lord, you do not understand - I was succeeding - I had succeeded -"

"LOST!" the water-man bellowed in response, still advancing. "I do not see your success!"

"My lord!" cried Matzah, bowing his head and proffering the crown. "Your crown! And I can win back your sword, I swear I can!"

The waterman halted, lifting the silver crown out of his hands, placing it on his own head, where it perched, causing nary a ripple. "So long…" he murmured, and his blazing eyes dimmed, as if he had closed them.

"My lord, I still have the golems you helped me create. I can trap them in the Mistking's chamber -"

"Never call him that!" boomed the waterman, his eyes doubling in intensity. "Do not ennoble that trickster and betrayer with that title."

"But my lord, it was centuries ago -"

"A moment. A breath. An idle fancy, dispersed by the breeze. Do not presume to tell me about time, mortal. The insult he did me then is no lessened by time - indeed, it has only been compounded."

"A thousand apologies, Eternal Lord," said Matzah hurriedly. "But somehow - the adventurers I had warned you about had found allies - powerful allies. They burst into the chamber, and it was all I could do to escape." He held up one bloodstained hand. "You see? I was wounded!"

The waterman gestured, and one wall of the chamber disappeared, leaving a torchlit scene almost painfully bright in comparison to the dank gloom of the chamber. The tableau so revealed was of the Mistking's burial chamber, containing nine people, frozen like flies in amber. Three were on the ground in various states of apparent pain, two were strapped onto tables with pipes and tubes emerging from all over their bodies, and four more were still upright and apparently alert.

Matzah entered the scene, crossing the room to where an unwashed dwarf was frozen mid-battle howl. "This one - he charged across the room, ignored my elementals as if they were paper and struck me!" He then moved to a lean, angry-looking man clutching a large, implausible sword. "This was their mage - he threw a fireball at me, but my protections were sufficient." He turned around. "The others - well, five of them are the ones I had told you about, but the other two are skilled and dangerous."

"And they now have my sword," mused the waterman. "Still, it is out of that damned iron shell. I wonder if they think they are robbing the dead?" He stared, his blazing eyes dancing with thought.

"My lord," said Matzah, "if I send in my golems -"

"Your golems are decimated," the waterman said matter-of-factly. "Long ago, when Duke Thorgren was beseeching me to teach him the secrets of my crown and sword, I placed my own gambit deep underneath his city, in the hope one would find that iron shell and destroy it. That day never came, but they," he gestured forcefully at the motionless people, "They released my hounds, and your golems fell hapless victim to them." He turned the full force of his sapphire gaze on Matzah. "You told me they were unstoppable. You said that your iron could defeat anything."

"I did not know about your… your gambit, my lord," Matzah replied hurriedly. "If you had seen fit to tell me -"

"Truth be told, I had almost forgotten myself," said the waterman, his anger of a moment ago forgotten, making an airy gesture with one hand. "It was a gambit that had failed."

Matzah continued doggedly, "But if some remain, I can -"

"I am recalling them. I am recalling my thralls, too. They have proved to be no more than the idle diversion so many thought they were. As for the mortals…" The waterman gazed at the tableau. "Greed will get the better of them eventually. They will seek out my crown… and this time, I will not fall to their treachery."

"My lord, that is not wise. A small amount of effort now -"

"Would be nowhere near as fulfilling as bringing them into my kingdom. If I go to them, I would be weak. If they come to me…" the waterman smiled. "They will have to face the King Under the Sea in his own kingdom."

Matzah bowed deeply. "As you command, my lord, so it must be," he said grudgingly.

"It must. As for you… you have returned my crown to me. You shall be rewarded."

Matzah looked up, horrified. "No, my lord, really, that is not necessary -" he began.

"It is necessary. Those who please me are rewarded, those who do not are punished. It is the way of things." He raised one hand, and three female figures, hooded and swaddled deeply in ragged clothing shuffled out of the darkness.

"Yes, my lord," said one. "Coming, my lord," said another. "How may we serve you?" finished the third. Their voices were breathy like a corpse made to sit up, sweet like rotting fruit, and heady like arsenic wine.

"This mortal has pleased me," said the waterman. "Take him and give him pleasure."

They shuffled over to Matzah, who stumbled back from them, his jaw working in silence. "At once, my lord," said one. "We live to serve," said another. The third reached out and cupped Matzah's jaw with one hand, throwing back her hood with another. "We're going to do you," the third hag whispered to the mage, and he screamed.

He was still screaming hours after they had finished.

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

He finds your lack of faith disturbing

Some photoshop efforts are just brilliant.

End of Conspiracy Theories? Spacecraft Snoops Apollo Moon Sites

Hopefully this will shut a few morons up. But probably not, they will be allowed to continue to pollute the gene pool.

A European spacecraft now orbiting the Moon could turn out to be a time machine of sorts as it photographs old landing sites of Soviet robotic probes and the areas where American Apollo crews set down and explored.

New imagery of old Apollo touchdown spots, from the European Space Agency’s (ESA) SMART-1 probe, might put to rest conspiratorial thoughts that U.S. astronauts didn’t go the distance and scuff up the lunar landscape. NASA carried out six piloted landings on the Moon in the time period 1969 through 1972.

Fringe theorists have said images of the waving flag -- on a Moon with no atmosphere -- and other oddities show that NASA never really went to the Moon. No serious scientist or spaceflight historian doubts the success of the Apollo program, however.

More Here

Once again he claims his mistakes are not his fault.

Would it be like me to say anything bad about Michael Schumacher? No, not at all. I will let the following news article speak for itself.

'Rambo' Schumacher under fire (Full Article Here)
From correspondents in Berlin
March 8, 2005

GERMANY'S seven-time Formula One champion Michael Schumacher is usually the darling of the domestic media but he was in the firing line after clashing with compatriot and BMW Williams driver Nick Heidfeld in the Melbourne Grand Prix on Sunday.

With 15 laps until the chequered flag Ferrari ace Schumacher, 36, refused to allow countryman Heidfeld to pass and the pair collided before spinning off onto the grass.

"Rambo Schumi," headlined Bild daily. "Heidfeld was quicker but Schumi just edged him onto the grass. Then he offered no apology."

Schumacher insisted neither driver was to blame claiming it was just part and parcel of motor racing.

"I saw him behind me just as I came out the pits and made it clear I was going to defend my position," said Schumacher. "It is optimistic of Nick to think I am going to just let him pass inside me."

But the win-at-all-costs attitude of the Ferrari driver prompted Bild to ask: "Is Schumacher really that bad of a loser?"

Bild, Germany's most popular tabloid, was not alone in asking questions about the behaviour of the former Benetton driver.

"Schumacher on the stocks," read sport 1. "His actions crown a miserable weekend."

"Relaxed Schumi has no conscience," added the Frankfurter Allgemeine.

Formula One chiefs have confirmed that no action will be taken against Schumacher or Heidfeld after watching television replays of the incident.


The bottom line is that he screwed up the race for him and someone else. Now if Schumacher wants to drive off the track into the gravel, I say let him. But, let him do that by himself, the race will be better for it.

Tiger vs. Longhorn

Tiger vs. Longhorn
Relations between the users of Apple and Microsoft computers have never been particularly cordial. Windows users claim they've won the war for the desktop: all you have to do is look at the numbers and you find the most of the world using a Microsoft OS. Mac users point out a near total lack of security problems, along with a bombproof operating system that never seems to crash. (Then they sneer at the Windows masses.)

The truth is that both operating systems are powerful, especially compared to what either company offered a decade ago.

But while Microsoft's Windows XP (news - web sites) is under a nearly constant assault from new security threats, Apple keeps pushing OS X forward with major updates on an annual basis. Apple's next update to OS X, Tiger, should ship in the first half of this year, while Microsoft's next major Windows upgrade has been pushed out to 2006.

More Here

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Remember them?

Guns & Roses - once one of the biggest bands in the world. What happened to them? Axel went mad and fired everybody? This article is an attempt to recount the goings on of the recording of their 'new' album - Chinese Democracy. An album they started recording in 1994 and has so far reportedly cost over US$13 million to record. My favourite paragraph.
But Mr. Rose's renewed energies were not being directed toward the finish line. He had the crew send him CD's almost daily, sometimes with 16 or more takes of a musician performing his part of a single song. He accompanied Buckethead on a jaunt to Disneyland when the guitarist was drifting toward quitting, several people involved recalled; then Buckethead announced he would be more comfortable working inside a chicken coop, so one was built for him in the studio, from wood planks and chicken wire.

That's right - a freaking chicken coop. Nutter.
[Listening to: Stone Temple Pilots - Thank You - Creep (5:34)]

wtf???

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Stupid Trek

Most people know by now that the latest Trek series - Enterprise has finally been shit-canned. There's been a bit of questioning as to what went wrong with the series (well I'd start with the easy-listening AM theme song...). As cast member Jolene Blalock mused
"I mean, we started out with 13 million viewers on the pilot, and we somehow managed to drive 11 million of them away."

Alot of fans would speculate that Rick Berman had a bit to do with that.

One paragraph in this article really caught my eye.
There is an awkward silence when the subject of the final episode is broached. "I don't know where to begin with that one," she finally stammers. "The final episode is ... appalling."

How appalling? Well according to AICN (always an accurate and reliable source...)
"Oh F*** it...Trip dies at the end and the episode is a holographic program on the holodeck of the Enterprise-D (yes..."D" as in how DUMB can you get!)which Riker and Troi are observing. The series itself is not a hologram program, but the likelihood of bringing it back after this bullshit is practically zero. You may now commense your saber rattling.
It's a holographic recreation. They could always write that it was a different scenario being played out, but the bottom line is...that this will be the final episode if this is the final season (which is pretty certain, regardless of the hard work done by saveenterprise and united trek). I would say that is a pretty shitty way to go out...especially for a Star Trek series.

That's right - four whole seasons of a television show is nothing more than a holo-deck adventure. Appalling is not the words I'd use to describe it - more like f@cked in the head.....

Oh well - at least there's a second season of Galactica to look forward to.

New Who...

... is bloody good stuff.

Saturday, March 05, 2005

The recording industry can go f*ck itself

Nice title - but hey - that's pretty much my feeling for them at the moment. Why? Well - apart from the rank hypocrisy and stupidity of them trying to tell me how and when I will listen to the music I purchased from them, it's their sheer gall to stand up and cry foul that pirates are stealing the hard-earned money from the poor struggling artists, while at the same time refusing to release completed albums because they can't "find a marketable single".

Now I'm not crying up a storm here because they're stopping the release of an album by Fiona Apple - I'm sure she's still quite well off thank you very much. I'm pissed off because it's music that I want to listen to and they're stopping me from doing so for no other reason than their crass commercialism. So much for their whinging about artistic integrity.

It's such a shame that these situations arise, yet so much crap still gets released without a problem (god I feel unclean after that lot).

[Addendum] I'm sure you've all heard the saying "Information wants to be free". It now appears, by various means that at least six of the eleven tracks off Fiona Apple's completed album (an album that Sony started promoting last year) how found their way onto the information superhighway. heh.

[Listening to: Stabbing Westward - Wither Blister Burn & Peel - What Do I Have To Do (4:09)]

Friday, March 04, 2005

Suck on that Ferrari F1!

To: Jean Todt, Ferrari Formula 1 Team Boss. Suck this you frog-eating wanker.
From Fox Sports
Minardi gets green light
March 4, 2005

FORMULA ONE team Minardi can race in the Australian Grand Prix after the Victorian Supreme Court granted an injunction tonight.

Grand Prix officials earlier ruled the Minardi team out of the race after they were told their cars did not meet 2005 safety standards.

Justice Habersberger ruled Minardi could participate in tomorrow's practice session, given that the matter was urgent.

The court was adjourned until 2.15pm tomorrow when any interested parties could discuss the issue further.

No Formula One officials appeared in court because of the short notice of the legal action.

Minardi team owner Paul Stoddart was relieved his cars could get on the track tomorrow.

"Now it's in the hands of the court, I really can't say anymore than that except that Minardi will be participating tomorrow, as usual, at the Grand Prix," Stoddart said.

"It's really fantastic to actually get on the track in the wake of all the publicity."

Another Worth 1000

Worth 1000.

The contest is Counterfeit Art, the entry is "Dali meets Monty Python"

The Ferrari Formula 1 Team can go F*ck them selves

Nutshell:
Minardi are one of the poorest teams in F1. They don't have the funds to modify last years car to meet the requirements of this years regulations. Minardi do have a car built to this years regulations but it will not be ready until the 5th round. What is the reality of this? Well, even with the advantages of the looser rules of last year Minardi have no chance of a victory, they haven't had a chance of a victory since entering F1 in 1980. Every other team bar Ferrari has signed the agreement to allow Minardi to race.

Why should Minardi be permitted to race with a car that doesn't meet the regulations?
1. This will allow them to put in a shoe for their sponsors and allow the team to keep running.
2. Minardi's two rookie drivers (Christijan Albers and Patrick Friesacher) will get Grand Prix track time.
3. Yet another team may not be forced out of F1.
4. As previously mentioned, they can't win anyway, not even with the superior rules of last season.

Minardi's boss Australian Paul Stoddart has been waiting for Ferrari to sign the agreement since September 14th 2004. If the agreement is not signed by 11am today, then Minardi cannot race.

Nutshell (The Ferrari F1 Team Boss's position)
We're Ferrari, the top team on the ladder. Your Minardi, bottom team on the ladder. You've been saying bad things about us, we don't take kindly to that. You have no funds. We are not going to let you race the first four rounds of the chanpoinship with last years car even though you are no threat to anyone.

So here's a BIG FAT F*CK YOU to Ferrari's Formula 1 Team boss Jean Todt.

Article Quotes:
Paul Stoddart: "Why damage yourself over something as small as hurting the smallest team in Formula One."
"Jean didn't tell me on the phone 'Paul, you are a threat to Ferrari'. He said 'Paul you have been saying bad things about Ferrari'. "I don't care if he doesn't like me. I'm not here to win popularity. I'm here because I passionately care about my team and Formula One."

But Stoddart won support from the likely source of Australian driver Mark Webber, who was given his break into the sport by Minardi in 2002.
"I'd be very disappointed if Paul wasn't racing here," Webber said.
"The fans are very much behind the Minardi team. They are basically a family team and very passionate. The spirit is incredible in that team.
"They want to come here to compete, of course they can't compete for overall honours but they need to do their best with what they've got."


Full Article Here

Thursday, March 03, 2005

Zatôichi

Blind Samurai! Swordplay! Blood! Ultra-Violence! More Blood!! Transvestite Geishas! Japanese Tap-Dancing! Spurting Blood!!!

You might call it an interesting movie.

The Poseidon Undersea Resort

New hotel built 15m under the sea
An undersea hotel is in the planning stages and is set to be located off Eleuthera Island in the Bahamas.
The Poseidon Undersea Resort - the brainchild of US entrepreneur Bruce Jones - is expected to cost more than $50 million to build.