Does non-touch = iPhone? SI:IG is a great schmup, though I hate my ship-covering thumb. Best game I’ve seen on the platform so far.
It’s like Rez went in to the memory chamber of your mind to make a techno fueled nostolgia weapon. With power ups. Surprisingly playable.
OH: “I’m in your WAP, filterin’ your MACs” also, why is the web interface in this thousand dollar Cisco WAP so ungodly slow? (Aironet 1250)
Space Invaders Infinity Gene for iPhone just blew me away. Go snag it and be blown. Er.
Thank god I was able to expunge IOS commands from the twisted nether of yesteryear. Often I wish I could telnet into people. See what’s up.
Tossing local install of wikipedia on the ol’ ipod. DL needs a bigger boat. http://twitpic.com/bwiq4 Most recent DB snapshot is Feb 2007?
Laptop stickers: GO
Mulling over the new Tron trailer. They aren’t on the grid folks, other than 90 degree turns are GO.
Avg water intake = 10 bottles = 5L > 2gal = 17.2lbs / day. Drinking my own weight in water every 10 days and still borderline dehydrated.
Western clothing also makes ZERO sense out here. I’d Lawrence of Arabia it up if it didn’t mean getting my ass kicked. Or shot.
Banking from outside the US, even online, is a real bitch. Why have an international phone # field if it won’t call/SMS it for verification?
Makes one wonder how those without endless crates of the stuff live out here. These are hard people.
I can’t reach out to the real world without having the sweaty, jutting hunchback of ComicCon all up in my grill. Of all the years to miss.
So one time I called Tom and he was busy at SDCC preview night. Then a truck dust sprayed in my mouth. The end.
http://bit.ly/zCHax As always every facet is captured; some gleaming, some tarnished.
http://twitpic.com/b7rsf - It’s 7pm.
Appreciate the concern, peeps. For reals. Worry not, I’m like a damn professional at the shiz out here. But still, mad hugs.
This textual deluge comes to you from a satt connection I spent 13 hours setting up today. Well, assisting set up. Earned thi—oh crud 140-
Hardlined in a tent, ears bleeding from generator rumble. Bugs invading to do god knows what with our lights. No AC. Yet, a nice freakin day
Just throwing out the “I’m alive” flare in light of the helo crash here today.
Every day I spend out here I understand the world a little less.
My tiny Reality Submersible is ever threatened by the aggressive Squid of Capitalism. Even my palid Nemobot Cyborg Conscience(TM) can’t cope
Feels as though each unused day pass to SDCC is a now atrophied phantom limb I didn’t know I had. Withered and and weeping and wasted.
Sucking down Ellis’ Planetary. Unsure why it took so long for me to get with the sucking. Er.
I’d have gone like years prior but I’m a massive whore for money. Which never really justifies no matter how often repeated, does it.