ECTS 2001: The Old New
May contain boobs. Apologies for the poor quality of the photos. And the boobs.
May contain boobs. Apologies for the poor quality of the photos. And the boobs.
In the past, I’ve shown you some of the miscategorisation that Google’s software does with photos, detecting they’re cars and stuff when they’re not. It’s time for some more.
Google Photos is a relatively new product from Google, at least in it’s no-longer-Google+ shackled form. It’s pretty good, in terms of some of the syncing and organising it does, and I’m a fan of how it makes animations from photos it thinks are quite similar – in particular, “burst mode” photos. One of it’s “magic” features is how, when you search your photos, it automatically detects things in them and adds them to albums based on that content. Some …
No, not these ones here, which are about 2/3rds the size of a normal controller. These ones here, that I saw in Adsa this week – that are less than half the size: The best thing is that they’re a bit like a Pez dispenser – letting you fill them with sweets, so you can encourage kids to put their real Wii remotes in their mouths. Hurrah for Nintendo!
If you’re one of those people with a brain that spots faces in inanimate objects, you’ll love this bearded jester I saw this morning.
I do. And it’s great. I only got it a couple of days ago, but already I can’t imagine how I managed without one. Here’s the very first photo I took with it. It isn’t very exciting though. Some more gushing praise for my iPhone will be posted soon!
Fellow newsgroup person, ugvm magazine contributor and Citizen of Norwich A Fine City(TM) whom what I know through t’t’tinternet and a mutual friend (but separately until I realised it was the same person – the internet is the smallest place in the world) Jim Taylor is famous! Sort of! There’s a gallery in Castle Mall displaying photos of Norwich, taken by people who are on Flickr. And Jim is one of them. Today, I was in Castle Mall, so went …
The other day, with all the snow, I walked across this field. There had been snow on the ground for a full 24 or more hours, and yet somehow none of the kids who live in the estate have bothered to even walk in the snow, let alone build a snowman. Tch.