Posts by Russell Brown
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Speaking of work, I suspect this will now make it even harder for me to get the paying stuff done.
There you go again, blaming the system ...
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Do you really have to open this site up to everyone? I mean, your friends seem quite reasonable and all that. Just wondering.
Heh. Much as I'd love to run it as a social club, the idea is that it becomes so popular that I can work full-time on Public Address off the advertising income. But, I promise, the PA readers are a nice bunch. And we'll delete trolls.
Very nice work, congrats from this tech to your techs.
Thanks! I'll pass that on.
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Call me a pedant, but I cannot see any necessary connexion between fireworks and entrepreneurial flair.
You rationalists are so ... rational ...
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'Know Your Product' by the Saints
DADAT-DAT-DAT-DAA!
'Oh What a Agony' by the Conquerors
Sweet lament for hard times
'Point That Thing Somewhere Else' by The Clean
They can lower me down to this ...
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E tu, Dr Ropata. And all power to your arm elliotsmi ...
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Anyway, wrenching things back to the topic, I dimly recall a local site in the 90s that made the most utterly egregious use of horizontal scrolling. Can anyone remember what it was?
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Outrageous Fortune. I love that show more every week. They take on all the stuff that NZ TV drama usually fails at, and pull it off ...
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The Wire is a very large cut above most of the others noted in the parent post, which are basically crime-porn (but crime-porn that is doing very well for TV3). But I assume programmers look at it and assume "ooh ... a bit hard to get into if you've never seen it before ..."
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But did you?
Although he looked like the most smug man in the world, no. But I could have ...
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Anyway - my first internet memory is from "Back in the Day", when Xtra was first launched. I was one of the innocent children they herded like sacrificial lamb for their big launch demo.
Heh. I remember going to their corporate launch, where I consumed a tankload of Telecom booze and later in the evening behaved in a manner merry yet so unwise that it must never be spoken of. Calculating whether I could land one on Alan Gibbs and leg it for the door was the least of it ...