Keanu Reeves told an interviewer he learned something filming a rape scene with Hilary Swank for “The Gift” – “that some of the ladies don’t mind it . . . Hah, that’s awful to say.”
(src: alternet.org through Newsvine)
Edit: more
What a complete bastard.
Diamondmax 10, model 6b1OPO, 160GB.
All was good. Copied about 70meg of music to it. Windows reports a corrupted image and says to run chkdsk. I check the file and yup, it’s not right. I go to run chkdsk and it says it needs to do so at reboot. Odd considering it’s a second drive, but okay. I reboot. The reboot is as fast as normal, no confirmations of anything running – and my drive has disappeared. Check all the processes and nothing is active that would not normally be. The drive is still connected and is switched on. Reboot – and now I have a new ‘USB to IDE’ device. It goes through a “Found New Hardware” routine – but it fails to find the driver. The Device Manager has a ‘Other Devices’ ‘USB to IDE’ with yellow ? over them. The Maxtor site has nothing it seems, Microsoft Update has nothing, I’ve rolled back the registry to yesterday just in case, I’ve changed USB sockets, I’ve checked the drive is good on another machine which it is – and although I’ve got to keep looking and have yet to sort it – because I don’t understand how it broke – I thought that maybe someone knew something ;)
Update: Backing up the drive and looking for info about ‘ATI PCI IDE Bus Master Controller’. Debating yet another reinstall …….
Update#2: Other machine just took around 40GB of data off, checkdisk run from Tools menu which took ages – no errors. The drive and cable are good. It’s now plugged into this …. and this machine doesn’t know what to do. Something somewhere broke.
Update#3: Reinstall…. see you on the default blue side ;)
Update#4: A couple of weeks ago I had a mouse problem I couldn’t track down. Spent ages trying and in the end reinstalled XP. I then discovered it was a USB port problem ….. …. ……. if in the morning I wake to find a meteor has crashed through the roof and punched a hole through this machine I shall just nod, content in the knowledge that wiggling the USB cable will sort it all. It always will.
And I lost (forgot to check properly) all my email since the last install. But seeing as if they had been real letters you had hand-written and mailed I would have thrown them in the bin by now so a few emails not being around won’t hurt eh?
And the mouse speed is wrong.
Back in the late 70′s I was dragged to the local church every Sunday. My Dad was a Roman Catholic (as his parents had been) (he dropped the RC when the divorce came along. As they do.) The first ‘Father’ (do they call these guys priests? – says me a confirmed RC myself. Lapsed) was a real ‘Fire and Brimstone’ guy. He really said his bit from the pulpit which I generally heard with my head between my knees because the incense they used as he came to the altar made me feel really sick. Anyway, he died and we got a new guy. He was a soft-voiced chap, moved slowly and carefully, never rushed, always smiled at you. He was the “I see Good in Everything” type. He talked the Bible whereas the previous incumbent gave you LESSONS. I have a very dim memory of catechism teachings. This was around 1977-78 because soon after that I managed to stop going to church. I have no idea how, I just didn’t (my Dad was reading lessons by then from the junior pulpit). This ‘speak quietly’ Father was old then, even to me. He looked like he had at least 10 years on my Dad which would make him around 52. It’s a guess of course but not far off I think. I was reading the news a few minutes ago and there is a story from the village near where I grew up and it concerns the very church I endured back then. Actually, the “Hellfire Father” had the stone church, high pulpit, booming organ, lots of carvings on the wall, stone floor, no heating, draughty windows. “Peace and Love Father” had that torn down and a flat roofed single storey affair was built. Carpets, speakers, no ‘box’ to pass round for donations – he used a plate for obvious “Embarrass them into giving more because they’ll not want to look cheap” reasons and he entered from stage right instead of the procession down the aisle. Even to me it seemed all wrong then. So there’s this story – and “Peace and Love” is still exuding from that same church! Father Melia is still alive .. must be at least 75. I know that’s not old old but it was a blast from the past when I read his name .. I’d not thought of that old church in years.
J has gone into nest-building mode. I have no idea why – and thankfully it’s not the full-on version she has when she was pregnant. That was scary! – but she wants things changed. Being the ‘Man Of The House’ I have little choice but to nod mutely while smiling in a “Of course that’ll look good” manner. Though saying that although she has the odd ideas I can usually tame her. She’s feeling much better though isn’t back to how she was – we are blaming a bad batch on interferon-b – and other effects of the MS should be treated soon. So it’s not toooo bad on the family front.
Listened to the 2 previous podcasts from Doctor Trey today – I’ll be listening to more :) It’s from Hawaii. I installed a blog there once. Remotely unfortunately…
J met the wife of our ex-dentist yesterday. She was talking about how worried they are what with her husband turning down the £80,000 new contract.
Read this from the BBC – it’s about NHS dentistry.
It is estimated that under the new contract, to be implemented from 1 April, dentists will receive an average annual income of £80,000.
But this figure is vigorously disputed by dentists, who argue that expenses, which are spiralling ahead of inflation, will eat substantially into profits.
What’s with the last word?
I’m not particularly sleepy – something made me :) open my eyes :) a couple of hours ago – and following a question in an irc channel I hopped to a site that does podcasts – it’s high in the Podcast Alley charts – called DoctorTrey. It seems amusing enough when I actually listen to what they say but I’m totally zoned into the background loops they have going. They are really cool. To me. At 2am. (You know those tunes that you can listen to but the day after you can’t quite get it right in your head? So you have to listen to it again? That’ll be me then).
And I’m still grinning from earlier :D
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Update: This is the first podcast I have listened to fully – others have always bored me before I got to the end. After writing the above I did start to listen to the words – good! And the best bit? They finished the show with the same background loop. And if I ping the Episode 23 post they might see it and tell me what it is. Maybe. And I’m subbed to the cast too.
I mean mp3, .ape, aac and the rest of course.
I’ve got loads of music tagged but depending on what ripped it the tagging is all different which annoys me. So … playing around I can’t decide if
number – track – artist – album
number – track – artist
number – artist – track
track – artist
number – track
artist – track .. lots of combinations.
The top one makes most sense …. guess I need to play
Many moons ago – back in the Amstrad CPC6128 days (when I could write assembler) I played a lot of text adventures:
Several years ago I bought The Lost Treasures Vol 2 which I still have. All the docs, the book, the 3 FD’s. Because some adventures I wanted to play were not on that selection I bought Masterpieces. I bought these partly because I enjoyed them, partly because of nostalgia (polygons per second? pah!) and partly because they were now cheap. Back in the 8bit days they were relatively expensive as Infocom-anything commanded a premium. So …. earlier this evening I was playing KoL and got into a map of some sort and it was a case of “You are standing in a clearing. There is a gurgling stream to the south etc…” which made me recall the Masterpieces CD (I’m stuck in Leather Goddesses and Trinity) but I remembered that the interpreter ran the CPU at 100% for some reason – very odd. So off I go and get a couple. And since I’ve reinstalled I go hunting for the Masterpieces CD. I have hunted everywhere without any joy at all. I know it’s in this house, I know it sat to my left for some time but I do not know where it went. So I found a torrent and downloaded them. That’s probably illegal but I’ve got a couple less than are on my CD – but who cares. Given their age whoever owns Activision should package the whole lot up into one huge shiny package with all the manuals, books and invisiclues and then sell it for some ridiculous price. I’d buy it as well.
Now…. Trinity I’ve got to the sundial thing and can open the mushrooms but I’m then stuck. Leather Goddesses I can’t recall right now, and the Zorks I’m stuck all over the place.
>help
Ages and ages ago I posted something along the lines of “What would happen if I died and how would you know”. I still have no answer, but Myspace has: http://www.mydeathspace.com. A strange place if for no other reason that you know they are dead – and I found a few of the ‘obits’ there upsetting in an odd way. It’s certainly not a site for the unhappy – but then maybe there’s an element of ‘celebrating’ their life to some? Communities like that maybe have more of a way of keeping things together. When Keith Alexander died (if you have never looked around his site, do so) there was a flurry of activity on the rec.arts.bodyart newsgroup part of which centred around his ISP, the website, how to move it, who would host it etc. (You know the thing that I think is very sad is the way spammers have got into the comments on his blog. I’d have thought someone would have got that issue sorted somehow). Obviously they sorted it for Keith’s sites but the mydeathspace brings home – for me – the oddness of the net, how we are connected but are completely remote and no-one actually cares, not really. How can they? I wonder if LJ and Bebo have similar ‘digital graveyards’.. While I was writing this I recalled that a WP user called ‘Sisob’ passed away in January 2004 (about 4 days after I started using WP) so I went looking. His page at advogato still exists but his blog – indeed the whole domain – has gone. In the age of infinite data storage so much of someone’s life is removed at a stroke. Arguably we are truer online and we certainly build a profile that might draw others in but for want of a billing matter the Delete button is clicked.
The Internet – we still don’t live forever
If you want
Dresden Tournament
Durango Research
Farewell Snow
Helsinki Hi-Fi
Manhattan Night Life
Manhattan Metroplex
Marseilles Cafe
Modena Simbolo
Oslo Atmosphere
Oslo Finance
Shanghai Tech
Shanghai Tech Vector
Taipei Buddies 1
Taipei Buddies 2
Taipei Monkey
Taipei Night Market
Taipei Plastic Primates
Tower Grove Melee
Tower Grove Promenade
then just ask and I’ll tell you where they are stored :)
Cheers to Joss and Gregory for helping out a week ago. One day I’ll find a use for more than a couple of the things ….. but right now it’s like Pokemon cards :)