Driving the Train
How excited was I, as a fan of train driving games, when I saw this title in Sainsburys this morning? About as excited as I was disappointed when I realised it wasn’t a train driving game at all. Bah.
How excited was I, as a fan of train driving games, when I saw this title in Sainsburys this morning? About as excited as I was disappointed when I realised it wasn’t a train driving game at all. Bah.
I was a bit more successful with these photos, taken this evening:
I’m a bit hooked on Viva Pinata: Trouble in Paradise at the moment. One of the new features of the game is the way you can take pictures and upload them to www.vivapinata.com. Unfortunately, all my photos just make my garden look dark, dreary, and in some cases, somewhat evil.
Sort of, anyway. Remember a while back (just over a month ago, actually) when I posted this picture: Well, I came home from work today to find out what they’d done it for! This, in fact: Amazing. What a waste of time and money.
Finally!¬¨‚Ć I installed VB.NET on my machine at work almost four years ago, but because the apps it creates can’t be run from network shares or mapped drives (without headachey group policy changes and MSI rollouts and other nonsense) I’ve been unable to use it, instead having to rely on creaky old VB 6. But, last month, it seems that SP1 for the .NET Framework not only fixes the problem, but doesn’t require a recompile of existing applications! Brad Abrams …
For the last couple of days, Outlook has been throwing up the following error: Task ‘Microsoft Exchange Server’ reported error (0x8004010F): ‘The operation failed. An object could not be found.’ Googling it wasn’t much help, as there seemed to be more than 20 reasons for the fault. Emails were syncing OK, and everything else appeared to be normal. However, checking the Exchange (2003) server, and looking at the Offline Address List settings (alluded to in the majority of the search …
Two almost identical scams in two days! Actual, in one day, as this arrived in my home post yesterday. Bundled in with the latest catalogue for The Book People, was this flyer: As with yesterday’s scam du jour, I was told I’d won an amazing prize! Of course, in order to claim the prize, I’d have to ring 09061 562911, paying ¬¨¬£9.30 for the phone call. Then, I’d no doubt win “an MP3 Player”, probably of the sort eBuyer sell …
This appeared in my pigeonhole at work today. I’m assuming it was put there because it mentions computers, and therefore is obviously my responsibility. Anyway, as is always the way with these things, it’s a scam. The company, TLAC Ltd, at Kemp House, 152-160 City Road, London EC1V 2NX (address included for the benefit of Googlers) appears to offer “thankyou prizes and awards”, not unlike Survey UK. As before, I hunted around on the internet, and found this message on …
Absolutely amazing. It’s slick, it’s twisty, it’s got style, and Samuel L Jackson does what Samuel L Jackson does best. He plays the nephew of the original John Shaft, working for the police, and with a personal interest in anti-black crime. Two unrelated arrests cause a rich murderer and a drug lord to team up to take out a witness to a murder, and Shaft along the way. There’s shootouts, car chases, one-liners, bent cops… plenty to prevent the film …
Big budget, big names, some amazing effects and quite clearly epic in almost every way. However, it’s also mostly brainless, has the more ridiculous “win” plot ever, and Brent Spiner’s character dies despite him being the best one in the film. Things that made me ill: The first lady somehow survives (for a bit) The dog somehow survives Will Smith’s cigar “tradition” The drunken hick who flies into the ship killing himself And other bits. And can Jeff Goldblum play …
Gamestracker changed the way their site works recently, so I’ve updated my Firefox search plugin to make it work again. You can get it from this page here.
Because when I went in there today, this is what I saw: It would seem that Boots don’t realise it’s only the first week in September. They had four whole rows of this sort of thing.