The Adobe Florist

Adobe’s CS range means new software, new packaging, new name and of course new icons. Checkout the icon for Illustrator CS posted on What Do I Know.
Hmmm… pink flower = a vector illustration program. Adobe what the hell are you thinking? Okay, so it goes with new packaging, but it says nothing about what the application does. If they wanted to keep flower graphics from the packaging, then surely they could’ve done something to it to show hey, it’s a vector illustration program. Even if the flower was drawn in Illustrator, (maybe it was?), or showed node points or a pen tool, or even use the same masking technique from the packaging.
Guess I’ll have to download the tryouts just to see the rest of the bouquet. They should at least have a purple one.

Arthur Radebaugh

Arthur Radebaugh was an illustrator who teased the world with his images of the future. A place where we would all have Rocketeer jetpacks and hover cars. And all the cool stuff came with chrome, fins and streamlining

Doctor Who Zooms into Cyberspace

For dedicated fans of the legendary science fiction hero Doctor Who, the long wait is over. A new animated version based on the ninth incarnation of the doctor, played by Richard Grant, has been placed on the BBC’s Internet arm BBCi and can be downloaded for viewing. The 85-minute series called The Scream of the Shalka also coincides with the show’s 40th anniversary

Single Speaker Unit Creates Surround Sound

Surround sound can make home movie viewing more fun, but requires peppering your room with speakers and cables. No more. Nirotek‘s DVD player, the NIRO 1.1 PRO, delivers the surround effect using just a single unit. It works by packing five small speakers into one case. Each speaker signal is then manipulated by computer algorithms to mimic the effects used by the brain to identify the direction a sound is coming from

Shrieky Girls

Warren Ellis has released another iconic image into the ether. Disturbing on first read, but oddly comforting when read again:

She opens her perfect mouth and the sound of a modem pours out. The long shriek of signal, and then the radio-static-and-rubber-band song of connection.

And then another. She looks up, opens her mouth, and the electric scream beats up into the night. Another two, three signal-songs harmonise. More. A row of Shrieky Girls, all in black and hazmat orange, standing outside the club, looking up and dialling in.

Inside the place, there’s an ozone pressure from the mass of Shrieky Girls beaming internet whispers to each other. Shrieky Girls dance, turning slow circles on the floor as the DJ plays tripped Bristol beats spiked with Shrieky connection-sound samples and tranquillised by sibilant female voices whispering about sex and vodka in the dark.

Shrieky Girls lock us out of their world. Their shared gaze darts around the room in flock patterns, homing in one on one guy’s piercings, one woman’s shoulderblade brand. People still flinch when they see twenty, thirty girls all turn around to look at them at exactly the same time.

In the back, picked out in stopmotion by strobes, a Shrieky Girl stands against the wall and pulls a boy in to her. She unzips him, closes fingers around him, pulls him inside sharply. Her lips part, and you expect a sigh, but you hear connection hiss. On the floor, twenty, thirty Shrieky Girls stop dancing, and all their backs arch in exactly the same way. Heads thrown back and mouths open in modem screams.

It’s not that Shrieky Girl who finds someone worth going home with. But, when morning finally comes, it’s all of them who share the modemed sensation of a warm arm closed softly around them. It’s all of them who see him wake up and smile at them and look at them, and see him keep looking and smiling at them even though the make-up’s half gone and the hair’s been smashed by the bed, because it was them he wanted to be with, not the look.

Two, three hundred Shrieky Girls smile just a little bit and hold an invisible hand for a while.

Shrieky Girls are never alone. They live in an invisible web of constant secret conversation, transmitting raw feelings like they were texting notes.

Twenty, thirty thousand Shrieky Girls smile just a little bit and turn away to dance.

Wal-Mart and P&G Accused of Secret RFID Testing

Wal-Mart and Procter & Gamble conducted a secret RFID trial involving Oklahoma consumers earlier this year. Customers who purchased P&G’s Lipfinity brand lipstick at the Broken Arrow Wal-Mart store between late March and mid-July unknowingly left the store with live RFID tracking devices embedded in the packaging. Wal-Mart had previously denied any consumer-level RFID testing in the United States

2004 Consumer Colour Forecast

What? Cinder Blue, Deep Arctic, Champagne Bubble with a dash of Newtral and a hint of Soda Green? That is so 2003. Get the new 2004 Consumer Directions Palette from the CMG (Colour Marketing Group).
Haven’t been able to find any swatches yet but shall keep you posted. Names such as Jolt, Grow, Tickle, See and Coppertunity are quite intriguing.

Behold, Multiple IEs Together in Harmony

One for the web people, this guy has made the impossible possible. He has found a way to have IE5.01, 5.5 and 6 installed together under Windows XP, 2000, Server 2003, 98 and ME. (awe inspired gasp and eyes filled with hope…)

For those who aren’t aware, you can’t run different versions of Internet Explorer — on Windows. This causes incredible arse pains when web designers and developers need to test their work to make sure it’ll work in as many configurations as they’ve promised.

No more going onto this machine and then that one, and asking someone else how sites look and work, and bribing them, or just crossing fingers and offering virgin scarifices to the browser gods — please, please work, I beg you!

But I digress. I myself have not had the chance to try this out, but all the feed back on the site is incredibly positive.

Imagine a UN-Run Internet

Small countries in the United Nations have been arguing to put the Internet under the control of the UN so that countries can more easily control Internet content. It’s on hold for now, but this could become a very real censorship problem, very soon. Some nations have gone so far as to suggest ‘monitoring boards’ for internet content

OzEmail Keeps Problems to Itself

While OzEmail subscribers fume over undelivered email, the supplier of the ISPs e-mail platform says it has not asked for technical assistance. According to OzEmail, only its MyMail webmail users have been affected by an outage that has been going on for more than two weeks. However, many customers have described a wide range of problems beyond the webmail product

Children’s Folk Tales

The homeless children of Miami have developed their own complex folk tales that are littered with angels and demons.

On Christmas night a year ago, god fled heaven to escape an audacious demon attack — a celestial Tet Offensive. The demons smashed to dust his palace of beautiful blue-moon marble. TV news kept it secret, but homeless children in shelters across the country report being awakened from troubled sleep and alerted by dead relatives. No one knows why god has never reappeared, leaving his stunned angels to defend his earthly estate against assaults from hell.

The gateways from hell include abandoned refrigerators, mirrors and Jeep Cherokees with black windows. While the demons are nourished by dark human emotions: jealousy, hate, fear.

Max

I was walking the pods a couple of months back and ran into a neighbour who always pats the dogs. As he was giving the Husky a pat he asked if I knew anyone with puppies, which was oddly coincidental, as my Husky’s breeder had a litter arrive a few days earlier.

Today I got to pick the little guy up from the airport. My Husky is a half-brother and uncle to the mini pod.

Max heading home from the Airport

Worst Jobs in Science

Before you complain about your job, take a look at some of the most noxious jobs in science. Some of the career gems include; fart-sniffer, barnyard masturbator, and prison-rape researcher. Then there’s the outright terrifying; the pre-med student who ate, drank, and breathed the blood, urine and vomit of yellow-fever victims