The first computer game I ever owned, was The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, by Infocom. It took a whole disk. Now it is a java applet that takes a second to download. It was also the first game I ever finished. Highlite: if you put a towel over your eyes you are safe from the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal. It assumes that since you can’t see it, it can’t see you.
The first time I ever cracked software was on that machine. I used a tool made by “Cracktain Cap”. He was so 1337 back then, today this blog is possibly his only memorial on the web. Google doesn’t know him. It was an Apple employee who gave me the cracking software.
I have fond memories of the hours I spent with that machine. I imagine that my parents felt that giving me this computer would somehow enable me for the future. Given my occupation I would have to say that they were spot-on. Thanks Mum and Dad.
HHG2G was not the first electronic game that I ever owned. That honour goes to Donkey Kong on Nintendo Game & Watch. Remember Game & Watch? They were the shit in the early 80s. Everyone spent both Little Lunch and Big Lunch playing, and you would swap them amongst your friends. Donkey Kong was the best though. It had 2 screens.
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And although to myself it doesn’t mean too much
I keep dying and dying over and over again
But i feel i’m alive so I’ll just pretend
Whats at the end of satan’s rainbow?
Stared at the tv too long now and i’m not the same
i got to remind myself that its just a game
Its getting harder and harder to get to sleep at night
i think i’ll let them shoot me so that i can die
Whats at the end of satan’s rainbow?
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A squadron leader, just off on a mission, runs past, and dashes into a Nissen hut
CAPTION: Somewhere in England, 1944
The squadron leader enters an RAF officers’ mess and takes off his helmet
- Bovril (Terry J.)
- Morning, squadron leader.
- Squadron Leader (Eric)
- What-ho, Squiffy.
- Bovril
- How was it?
- Squadron Leader
- Top hole. Bally Jerry pranged his kite right in the how’s your father. Hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.
- Bovril
- Er, I’m afraid I don’t quite follow you, squadron leader.
- Squadron Leader
- It’s perfectly ordinary banter, Squiffy. Bally Jerry … pranged his kite right in the how’s yer father … hairy blighter, dicky-birdied, feathered back on his Sammy, took a waspy, flipped over on his Betty Harper’s and caught his can in the Bertie.
- Bovril
- No, I’m just not understanding banter at all well today. Give us it slower.
- Squadron Leader
- Banter’s not the same if you say it slower, Squiffy.
- Bovril
- Hold on, then. (shouts) Wingco!
- Wingco (Graham)
- Yes!
- Bovril
- Bend an ear to the squadron leader’s banter for a sec, would you?
- Wingco
- Can do.
- Bovril
- Jolly good.
- Wingco
- Fire away.
- Squadron Leader
- (draws a deep breath and looks slightly uncertain, then starts even more deliberately then before) Bally Jerry … pranged his kite … right in the how’s your father … hairy blighter … dicky-birdied … … feathered back on his Sammy … took a waspy … flipped over on his Betty Harper’s … and caught his can in the Bertie.
- Wingco
- … No, don’t understand that banter at all.
- Squadron Leader
- Something up with my banter, chaps?
A siren goes. The door bursts open and an out-of-breath young pilot rushes in in his flying gear.
- Pilot (Michael)
- Bunch of monkeys on your ceiling, sir! Grab your egg and fours and let’s get the bacon delivered.
General incomprehension. They look at each other
- Wingco
- Do you understand that?
- Squadron Leader
- No, didn’t get a word of it.
- Wingco
- Sorry old man, we don’t understand your banter.
- Pilot
- You know … bally ten-penny ones dropping in the custard … (searching for the words) um … Charlie Choppers chucking a handful …
- Wingco
- No, no … sorry.
- Bovril
- Say it a bit slower, old chap.
- Pilot
- Slower banter, sir?
- Wingco
- Ra-ther!
- Pilot
- Um … sausage squad up the blue end!
- Squadron Leader
- No, still don’t get it.
- Pilot
- Um … cabbage crates coming over the briny?
- Squadron Leader
- No.
- Wingco, Pilot and Bovril
- No, no …
Stock film of a German bombing raid.
- Voice Over (Michael)
- But by then it was too late. The first cabbage crates hit London by July 7th. That was just the beginning…
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Kirsten and I are now more or less settled into our new apartment, and are enjoying our time here. The location is almost perfect, we are right in the middle of the shopping village, in a new building. Within 100m of our door there are: 90% of Lane Cove’s shops, a pub, a gym and a pool complex. Located where we are, we buy fresh ingredients for each meal that we cook, and we cook a lot.
The cats are settling in OK. Stimpy was settled in about 2 minutes. Basil is yet to be comfortable, but is progressing. This is Stimpy’s 8th move with me, so she is a bit blasé about the whole thing, whereas Basil attached himself when he returned to her apartment when the prvious tenants moved (he found his way home). Basil doesn’t like moving.
I am getting too boring now. Soon I will get back into the flow of blogging.
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