Monthly Archives: February 2003

Colourblind

Thursday February 13th 2003

Due to comments made by cousin Iain and a couple of other folk, I decided to add a dash of colour to the banner of the site.

While I don’t want to be continually fussing over the site design, given time for reflection I guess the minimalist blue & white look wasn’t 100% me. A dash of colour and the re-emergence of *that* sunset will do for the time being while I’m (continually) busy with other things. The new new look pushes up the page weight to an insane 15k or there abouts, but that’s still about four or five times less than your average site!

Speaking of weighty, the to do list is looking healthy at the moment – I’m reading No Logo, (re)learning C++, building Sonalksis (shhh!), and making the transition from Macromedia Homesite to Dreamweaver MX… which is now on order for me at work, too.

More web-guru type comment is in the pipeline, no doubt – watch this dynamically generated web space. =o)

Simsational

Monday February 10th 2003

I’ve been playing the PS2 version of The Sims with Fliss recently. It’s quite a good gag, and although there’s parts I think could be better I haven’t really played it on PC, so I’m hardly qualified to judge.

Fliss has a decent review on her site which explains the failings of the title from the perspective of a long time fan. For the occasional time when I’m allowed to join in a game, it does make for quite good fun and a change of pace from my usual diet of Madden and racing games.

And it’s almost impossible not to laugh when your sim falls off of a running machine!

Do you speak Micra?

Monday February 10th 2003

No.

Far from being “Spafe” or “Modtro”, I think the new Nissan Micra is “Fugly” and probably complete “Shiss.”

It is with great comfort that I realise I’m not completely pretentious like the twats in modern car adverts.

Not for a single moment have I driven round a sharp bend going “Screeeeech!” because I’m so utterly amazed at the lack of tyre squeal, yet simultaneously overjoyed by the fantastic handling of my mass-produced family car.

Nor have I come to a point in a narrowing road and decided that although my car is a mid range saloon, it is way too roomy inside to fit through the gap easily navigated by the truck that went before me.

Likewise, I wont be singing “Joy!” as I reverse my gleaming new pick-up into sea water so that my equally moronic jetskiing friend can park in the back of said pick-up.

Not that I ever thought I’d own a Chrysler, but I’d rather own a car by a manufacturer that doesn’t spew out sickening adverts than the current crop distributed on our tv’s and cinemas.

To be honest, I was pushed close to the edge of a rant by the tyre squealing guy, but things have gotten out of control recently. Now there’s a whole clan of modern stereotypes driving the car to suit them… or at least they are in the adverts if not in real life.

Not that I’m in the financial position to buy any of these cars to complement my current collection of one, but the mere level of insult to the intelligence carried by these adverts only serves to ensure that I am NEVER going to be tempted to buy that particular make.