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The Day With Shiny New Chrome

Vixx — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 08:22:59 +0000

I won’t be . . . but then I have an iMac, so I can’t right away. That said? Even if the Mac version was available (and it’s my understanding that it’s not), I’m not entirely sure I’d jump to it straight away. While I pretty much love Google and all that it stands for - clean, easy interfaces and a true example of how anyone with a decent idea can Make it Big by Thinking Big - I don’t actually use Google as my go-to search engine. Yeah, baby. Got you intrigued now, eh?

Truth is, I use Yahoo! I don’t use Yahoo! because OMGITZAWESUM but merely because I can search safely as a Guest^[1] (well, providing I’m signed out of my Flickr account). Logging out of Gmail each time I want to use Google is beyond tedious because I check Gmail forty-five thousand times a day and I don’t want RSI.

The one thing that makes me vaguely suspicious of Google is how all the different services tie in together. For loads of people I can imagine that this is nothing but a bonus, but for me? Not so much. I’m not happy that my email provider knows my search history. So while Gmail is still one the only incorporeal thing I’d like to dry-hump (other than Solid Snake, perhaps) and Gchat makes IMing-secretly-from-work oh-so-easy, I think knowing my search history is just a tad too far. If I want to search for Naked Photos of Solid Snake, or Genital Wart Removal, I like to think that I can do that with my email account knowing about it ^[2]. For Gmail to know this kind of stuff, I’d expect it to take me to dinner first. Or in the very least, buy me a drink.

So until I hear a little more about how it all works I’m simply going to check it out from a distance, peering over the top of my sunglasses and its ass and making kissy noises from afar. How about you? What do you make of the Google Empire? Do you use all of their products/services? And are you happy to dump FireFox at the first sign of the new kid on the block, or are you too keeping a respectful distance? (if you’re still using IE - 6 or 7, I don’t care, they’re both crap - please note that even sensible/interesting comments may be invalidated by the fact you still utilise MSIE. Seriously.) Are you going to be contributing to the download count today?

[1] and [2] We all know that true browsing is anything but anonymous, Pendantic Pedro, but you know what I mean. :p

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The Day I Was a Genius

Vixx — Fri, 29 Aug 2008 18:18:37 +0000

Your result for The Commonly Confused Words Test: English Genius
You scored 97% Beginner, 100% Intermediate, 100% Advanced, and 87% Expert!

You did so extremely well, even I can’t find a word to describe your excellence! You have the uncommon intelligence necessary to understand things that most people don’t. You have an extensive vocabulary, and you’re not afraid to use it properly! Way to go!

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I AM SO AWESOME. Dare you challenge me?

What do you mean, is it a slow blog day?

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The Day With the Wii Mii Weee

Vixx — Thu, 28 Aug 2008 07:23:32 +0000

In 24 hours I’ve put on three pounds (wtf?) but dropped my Wii Fit age from 32 (my actual age) to 29?

I think my board’s blind. Not to mention batshit crazy.

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The Day With the Dancing and Dr. Who

Vixx — Wed, 27 Aug 2008 14:43:19 +0000

I think we’ve just about recovered from our trek across the country to see George Michael’s (allegedly) final UK arena show. As M’s work wouldn’t give him the day off following the bank holiday weekend (bastards), we had to drive to London and back all on the same day. This meant that I got home at 2am the morning of my return to work. Heh.

It was a sheer fluke that we got the tickets at all. I was home the day they went on sale but by the time I got through on the priority line for Ticketmaster at 9.02am they’d already sold out, and the website was crapping out errors and time-outs like nobody’s business. So I’d kind of resigned myself to missing it but kept doing that random refresh that netheads do, just on the off-chance the page may load, and then on the off-chance the page did load. I hyperventilated and promptly booked the tickets before the website changed it’s mind, and a few weeks later two shiny, purple Final Two tickets fell through my letterbox. AWESOME. I didn’t even have to get one of those bolloxy restricted view places or pay £200+ tickets either - for £50 each we were sat smack bang in the middle at the back of the top tier. This meant that we had a fantastic view of the entire stage, albeit with Michael left looking a bit ant-like due to the distance. But I could live with that!

We got there really early, though. M gets a bit anal about travel/parking times etc., so thanks to an early start after dropping S off at my in-laws and a clear drive, we had five hours to kill when we got there. FFS. :p So we had a walk around, a drink and some food, and managed to spend the entire day together, just the two of us, without one wanting to murder the other. And because it was, like, THERE, we went to the Dr. Who exhibition - WITHOUT OUR SON. (I’m sad to report that after suffering through three series’ worth of the Doctor and Rose and Donna and crap-actor-Martha (S isn’t interested in Chris Eccleston, so we haven’t seen S1) I’ve been infected by the Who bug. How embarrassing.) I felt awful about going without him at our side, but wtf IT WAS RIGHT THERE! We toyed about how to approach it; lie and pretend that we didn’t go, fib and say we HAD to go or simply cough up the truth. In the end we plumped for the latter, so after I gave him his pressies and showed him the (bad phone) photos, I asked if he was cross that we went without him. He cuddled me and said no, course not, he got the best pressies which is just as good! Bless. :) We bought him an exhibition guide so that he could see all the exhibits currently housed in London and he loves it . . . to the extent that the front cover has already fallen off due to excessive reading. No Kudos Cool Parenting Points loss for us.

Personally, I think the main reason he’s so cool about it is because the Earl’s Court show sports two of the spooky Father Christmas’ from the Christmas Specials and they completely and utterly SCARE THE SHIT OUT OF HIM. That’s right - not the daleks, not the cybermen, not the woman who steals people’s faces or the teachers who turn into flying bat-things. He will watch just about anything other than extras dressed up in cheap Santa Claus costumes and plastic masks.

Anyway, I know Michael’s not everyone’s cup of tea, but I thought he rocked. He did some solo stuff I knew, some solo stuff I didn’t, and then some awesome Wham! (WTF? there’s no official website?!) stuff that everyone knew and went mental for. I’m a little young to remember Wham! properly - I was five or six when they split up, I think - but I do love the complete campness and danceability of stuff like Freedom (good video!) and I’m Your Man. I don’t normally notice stuff like video displays and light shows, but even that was incredible - so while I fidgeted through the slow stuff that I don’t like, the stage still looked pretty and it was more than adequately balanced by his patented hip shake and fake police uniforms. Yay!

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The Day With Games v Girls

Vixx — Mon, 25 Aug 2008 08:36:16 +0000

This article at GamesRadar has kicked up a bit of a stink. As a gamer who coincidentally also wears a bra, I’m not entirely certain what to make of it as of yet. Instinctively I think it’s just a laugh, a bit tongue in cheek, but peel that back a bit and the post-feminist in me bristles a bit. What about you? Gamer or not, bra-wearer or not, what’s your take?

I actually met two guys from GamesRadar at the Dead Space event and they were cool, kind, funny guys. Apparently their ex-pat boss went nuts over a Bagpuss VHS tape for reasons which can only be understood by British people of a certain age. I am of that age.

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