"Microsoft is working with Ford Motor Co. towards car that can't crash."
Am I the only person who finds this both amusing and terrifying? Apparently not. But seriously, this is a company whose flagship product is well known for its ability to ... er ... lock up (oops. That's not much better a thing for a car to do...)
Old gag: If Microsoft finally manage to make a product that doesn't suck, it'll be vacuum cleaner.
Sometimes, a piece of spam comes through that seems to have been specially designed to catch my attention, almost as if the Evil Spammers have been spying on me or researching my interests. For example, I had one come through this morning from "Tammy Pierce" - one of my all-time favorite authors - but it turned out not to have been sent to me directly; rather to a generic address which ends up in my mailbox. Still, this sort of thing is enough to make a geek paranoid...
Ack! A whole week sans internet - the Mardi Gras carnival had everything shut down Monday to Wednesday this week (which also means that the postcard-substitute letters I've sent won't even have been picked up until today, and thus have almost no chance of beating me home). As regards carnival itself, I shall simply draw your attention to the old saying "gay as a spring parade" and leave it at that. Today it is raining in a most impressive fashion, so the beach is not an option, likewise sightseeing. Hence I am in FDF again at my favourite quaint little cybercafé. Also, les parentals have endowed me with a large shopping list, thus allowing them not to venture out into the downpour at all.
Hopefully the sun will come back for a little while before I fly home on Saturday night, but at this point I'm really quite eager to get back - not just for the modern (and more basic) conveniences of home, such as a hot bath and my own bed (and free internet access), but for my friends. It seems that I'm no longer comfortable with a fortnight of total disconnection as I was a couple of years back...
I was going to post a vaguely long entry, but the AZERTY keyboard in this internet café (which took an hour of wandering around Fort de France to find) makes typing a bit of a pain. Instead I'll type stuff up on my iBook to post when I get home. Brief summary: Air France long haul has bugger all leg room. My (younger) sister's new boyfriend is 30 years older than her. My family are very t00by (we've discussed Blair/Chirac, and my aunt and mother are perving over Johnny Depp). Am staying a literal stone's throw from the beach. The local insect population seen to equate my blood to fine champagne. Much sun and heat. I am le tired.
Have skimmed some of my flist, but won't be reading much until I get home on the 13th.
Some of you (folks in the UK who have been to the cinema in the last year or two, I guess) will be familiar with the Orange Film Commission adverts in which they mock the film pitches of Hollywood worthies and try to turn them into gratuitous product placement for the Orange mobile 'phone network. There are also some others featuring a couple of the guys from the commission which plug their Orange Wednesdays promotion. My question to you is this: am I the only person slashing them?
I mean, seriously. After the 'walk you through the poster' one (ooh! role-play - I like it!) and the latest where they're having dinner together and talk French at each other, how much more canonical can it get?
