A cow-orker (gamer, female) was gleefully pointing out the latest Moral Outrage earlier ( Read more... )

Not only... But also. In space!

"I was digging my mother's old sewing machine from the cupboard under the stairs when I caused a minor stuff-avalanche. I was hit in the head by a pair of Korean bicycle tyres and a broken VR headset. The tyres went into the shed and the VR-rig into the bin ( Read more... )

The ritual selection of tiresome phonecalls from the air-time provider signals that I must be coming to the end of my current mobile contract. Anything running Windows is right out. I'm sort of vaguely tempted by an iPhone, but that means O2 and, well, Not Fucking Likely. I suspect I shall go back to Hutchinson-Whampoa, assuming they've unwalled ( Read more... )

We met in circumstances most efficiently described as 'strange'. I looked up from tinkering with the HF set as you entered. Strangers were rare; you'd either cracked the door-robot's IFF routines or brute-forced it. People who try to brute-force one of those door-robots end up spread over a wide area, and of the three people who're good enough to ( Read more... )