|Get Lost, a Flash adventure game in which you can die by many interesting means, and can play as a man, woman, or pig that thinks it's a bunny.|
Having enjoyed a good little amble around, I thought I'd share a few pics. ^_^ Nothing out of this world - just reflective, in some small way, of a peaceful, cool winter's day by the trail that runs nearby me, plus a view from the main room out through the conservatory.. it's a place I can, despite the comparative isolation, feel cosy in. A rabbit's warren should always be thus. ^_^ But for something less immediately edifying, have a look at this marinading concoction - no thumbnail included, as it's quite wonderfully awful to behold in this condition. Should be good after slow roasting, though.. =:9 (Any guess as to what mostly makes up that marinade? I've no idea if it'll work, but I thought it'd be worth a shot)
Any recommendations for resoling boots at home? I've got three pairs (two Rocket Dog, one Flojos), all with sole rubber soft enough that they more or less wore through in a few weeks - but otherwise, they're in perfect condition, so I'd hate to abandon them, especially so ridiculously early on. A cobbler (if I can even find one locally) could probably do something, but the cost might be prohibitive, though they're all quite simple, flat soles.
Online banking with bunnies. It's an ad, but it's (a) adorable, (b) filled with bunnies. But I repeat myself.
Long, long ago, Electronics Today International ("ETI") published a special edition, containing the shape of electronics to come. I don't suppose anyone has a copy and would be willing to scan it?
circuit_four recently stumbled upon a film that does indeed sound quite worth seeing: The Chumscrubber. "The Chumscrubber is a dark comedy about the lives of people who live in upper-class suburbia. It all begins when Dean Stiffle finds the body of his friend, Troy. He doesn't bother telling any of the adults because he knows they won't care. Everyone in town is too self consumed to worry about anything else than themselves. And everybody is on some form of drug just to get themselves through the day. After Troy's death, local drug dealers at the school run out of their stash. They convince Dean to get Troy's stash or they are going to kill his brother that they kidnapped, but they grabbed the wrong kid." It's one of those curious productions, where despite no budget, the players include the likes of Glenn Close and Ralph Fiennes.
Marvel at the trailer of a culinarily skilled mouse's adventures in Rio de Janeiro, via primaeros: Ratatoing. =:D (patch_bunny, this has to be MFT fodder!)
The transcript for Shrink Rap Radio, a psychology podcast, which featured James Wagner Au in show 157 is worth reading. It begins familiarly enough, but then they begin discussing the nature of personal identity as pertaining to alternative realities, and getting into some of the more fascinating tales of who's behind some of the people in-world, such as Catherine Omega, or Wild Cunningham.
Wild Cunningham is the name of an avatar who is actually controlled by, generally nine people who live in a care center in Massachusetts, who –they're all profoundly handicapped; there's generally very little physical movement – they're in wheelchairs, a lot of paralysis, actually, and what they do is they interact in Second Life as an avatar named Wild Cunningham, and they go places and they say things based on democratic vote. And even Wild Cunningham, the avatar,
And Faerie Hax just made note that Grendel's Children has, apparently, a positive plethora of seasonal freebies: "A big dragon, little dragons, dinosaurs, Dryads, an Ent, bears, deer, Wall-E, gold fish, insects and a bunch of other strange and wonderful avatars. It's a huge and incredibly generous collection." (I wonder if Eve's in there too.. !)
Music video for the day, as found by relee: Royksopp: Remind Me. It's just curiously engaging, in a very geeky way. I think foofers and momentrabbit might particularly get it. ^_^
It only works (as is, anyway) on actual YouTube pages, not embeddings. Just start loading the page, then click that bookmark, and you'll see the QuickTime (or whatever you use to handle MPEG-4 files) plugin icon appear briefly before the clip loads. Then saving becomes a trivial matter of clicking the triangle in the lower right, and selecting Save as Source.
Did you know that the data transfer rate of an average human ejaculation is around 1700 terabytes/second? Brings a new meaning to the term "bit bucket"..
Now that was a welcome discovery - Catherine Berry's noteworthy AjaxLife client, which she's suspended until the Lab gets its act together and fixes Teen Grid signups so they work, is freely available, over on Google Code, under a BSD license (ie do as you will, with attribution). It's a handy way to chat on SL using a web browser, including the iPhone's version of Safari.
Christmas dinner was a home affair - duck, this year, which turned out most pleasantly, along with roast parsnips, red cabbage, brussels, potatoes dauphenoise, and two types of stuffing. ^_^ Friday, though, I felt we should go out. I had no idea where, though, and the first place nearby wasn't serving food that day, so we just tootled around a bit, with me running quick checks on places we passed, to little avail - mostly just fairly pedestrian fare. Then I stumbled upon one that sounded distinctly worth giving a try: the Montague Inn, in Shepton Montague, between Wincanton and Castle Cary. Not the cheapest place one could find, true, but quite within the usual bounds. Well kept ales, judging by the Bath Ales pint of Gem I enjoyed (good bottled, but easily much better from cask, as I'd hoped), but also a very good restaurant. I went with the smoked haddock risotto, followed by the seared fillet of beef, served with quartered mushrooms, thin green beans, and shallots, in a delightfully mildly tangy gravy, perhaps enhanced with a dash of wine; Mum went for the house terrine, followed by the shank of lamb, with potato, butternut squash, and green beans, with a rosemary gravy. That, of course, only says a little about the meal - the quality of the meats was outstanding, as uncommonly full of flavor as one could hope for, let alone their accompaniments. I had to see what was on offer for dessert, and whilst the citrus poached pear with cinnamon syrup and vanilla ice cream was very tempting, as was the crème brûlée with ginger and chocolate shortbread, I opted for the chocolate toffee pudding with matching sauce and ginger ice cream. Wow. ^_^ Imagine a fluffy brownie, with a richly caramel flavored chocolate sauce, paired up with an ice cream with enough ginger to provide a contrast, without stepping on the star's toes.. a very good way to round off a noteworthy meal. Very good service, and a cosy atmosphere in the bar, with a rather more modern setting for the dining room itself. I'd happily go back.
Sunday evening felt ripe for another excursion - another quick swipe of google-fu, and off we went to the Queen's Arms in Corton Denham (roughly midway between Sparkford, Wincanton, Sherborne, and Yeovil), seemingly proving the curious rule of English pubs: the less accessible, the better the food. (Indeed, the iPhone's GPS was put to good use) Now.. this is the quintessential village pub, with dining every bit as cosy and casual as the lounge itself - no formality, but still very well kept. Beers included - a little surprisingly - Anchor Brewing's 2008 Winter Ale, and a superb Sheffield cask of Helle's Belles IPA. We both had the same dishes, appealing as they were: a starter of seared scallops with crispy Denham ham, and purées of red pepper and shallot, followed by their own pork belly (they keep local suppliers, but the pigs are their own), slow roared with boulangere potatoes, baby fennel, and cider brandy jus. The scallops worked superbly with the shallot purée, with the pepper providing a nice contrast, even moreso with the crisp ham. The pork belly was probably the best I've enjoyed - very tender, and brimming with succulent flavor, finished off by crisp crackling. To choose between the two establishments would be unfair, but I might lean slightly towards the Queen's Arms, simply for the easy-going atmosphere, but you really wouldn't go wrong with either. And if you'd like to see the menu, here it is: front and back. ^_^
Huh! The default Apple speech synth didn't mangle the placenames badly at all - even emphasis on the syllables was the only trouble, making Wincanton (heavy on the middle, diminished "ton") and Sparkford (diminished "ford", more of a "f'd") a bit odd. Wonder how it does wih Mevagissey.. not bad, but it's a hard "g", and the "s"s morph into "z". (With Cornish placenames, it's worth bearing in mind the Celtic/Gaelic/Brittany roots, shoehorned over the years into English spellings)
Well, that was fun.. fell into a nice little USB trap. Hooked up the board for programming, and XP happily informed me of its detection of a GPS camera. Lo, it's a recognised issue. Checked the Vendor ID/Product ID list, and yep, the real user of that combination is registered, but the one that Microsoft believes is a Taiwanese company, WondeProud.
Finally got around to watching 007's previous outing, Casino Royale - I'd started watching it a year or so ago, but never quite got around to finishing it off. Strong opening, I felt, especially the building hopping, and overall quite well paced, with the casino scenes being perfectly enjoyable to a poker illiterate as myself. (How realistic they were to someone who knows the game, of course, is another matter entirely) I quite enjoyed the villain being less "superhuman" than has sometimes been the case - just, here, someone with power over a modest amount of money, and more importantly, connections of interest. Sad that, inevitably, Bond can't be permitted to see a happy ending, but he's barely less ominous in people's lives than the guy with the black cape and scythe. If they do finally let Bond retire, I do hope there is a happy ending.
Perhaps not the greatest of surprises that we should stumble upon a farm store on the way back to my warren, exiting laden with fresh and hopefully nomworthy goodies, including two local cheeses, cider, apricot and peach wines (from a selection including cowslip, dandelion, strawberry, sloe, and more), a local pork leg cut, bacon, and pasties. =:9
Brr! I mostly really enjoy this house - reasonably spacious, well furnished, no drafts, good heating.. but damn, that kitchen floor gets cold! (Cue cries of "what 'ave the Romans ever done for us?")
And I now have the Christmas specials for Doctor Who, HIGNFY, and Wallace & Gromit downloaded and ready to enjoy. Yatta! (LJ, meanwhile, I'm still laboring away on attempting to catch up..)
As for NYE? I'm not really sure, actually. I'm tempted by the prospect of wandering into the city to see the fireworks, but on the other paw, the notion of seeing the new year in in-world has appeal, enjoying it as it spreads around the world, and in very good company as well. ^_^