There's a Dilbert strip (It was on the back of Computing, it was apposite, so in accordance with prophecy I cut it out and affixed it to the side of my cube next to the picture of a flowerpot in a broken bog) that featured the PHB failing to choose a password ( Read more... )

Those of you with FaceAche and/or MySpac accounts should probably update your AV definition files el-pronto: http://www.kaspersky.com/news?id=207575670Read more... )

I'm struggling through 'Matter' at the moment and it's not really being a positive experience.

There seems to be rather a surfeit of expository rumination about the horridness of the imaginary universe and why can't we all get along. There's 'show', 'tell' and 'arse-achingly dull'.

So that about f-ing ruled. I was the recipient of a succession of frankly disturbing text messages over the course of the afternoon from a number not in my phonebook ( Read more... )

There's this alternate universe where personal transport runs by means of the Infernal Combustion Engine. They're mostly controlled by Hieronymus Bosch engine management systems: each flash of a spark-plug is the last emanation of a doomed soul, and the appropriate manual really is the Book of Lies.

(I blame sushidog. And indeed my own rubbish memory if I ( Read more... )

It's a day of being reminded to mention stuff by the LJ activities of other people. And furtling with Django.

Anyway. If you go and sign up at www.tor.com, they'll send you links to free electronic versions of fine SF/F books. Even though reading long-form works on screens makes me want to tear my eyeballs out after a while, I can say that Jo ( Read more... )

(I hesitate even to think the term 'mashup' these days. Partly because of the aggressively clueless Nathanry that surrounds it, burt mostly because I am instantly haunted by the image of Men from the Bank clutching their trousers in a non-ironic sense ( Read more... )

Friday night I was subjected to a particularly widescreen and technicolour dream about hacking into the control-path of a Lovecraftian Servitor. (Or some other huge shadowy thing with a voice o' doom)

It was one of those experiences when you wake up, go 'what the fuck' and then fall asleep right back into the thing where you left off ( Read more... )