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UPDATE: I bet this guy has two or three of these.

Semi-Liveblogging Air New Zealand Flight NZ481 to Christchurch

7:32 They made me switch off my sack of gravel during takeoff. It doesn’t even have wifi. Too tired to argue.

7:34 Lifejaket. Lolgoodluck. Nervous magazine flicking intensifies. Magazine is nothing but ads and culturally patronising photo-essays.

7:42 Futuristic air-waitress slacks surprisingly ass-hugging.

7:50 I knew there was free booze. And chips. The lumpenproletarian flying fox the rest of you people are riding is ripping you off.

7:51 They should rename this thing the no-masturbation-express.

7:56 Na the original name is fine.

7:57 Arbitrary seatbelt-light madness begins.

7:58 Economy class syndrome.

8:02 Instead of actual content inflight broadcast consists entirely of slowly scrolling general knowledge quiz questions. It’s like you’ve been trapped in the garden-bar of some dystopian future. On a Thursday. And there's a $100 bar tab up for grabs. Liveblog over.

Yeah I Said It

hab4u Banned, Not Banned

If you're reading this then wtf right? But yeah, something fishy is going on with our domains and tubes and diodes and stuff. We apologise to our advertisers and investors. I have to assume this is the work of Tiki, Viggi, or one of the seven people in England who use their computers for something other than adding football themed GIFs to their myspace pages. I'd provide links back to those posts, but it probably wouldn't work. Things are that bad.

[Update: All fixed. Take that Viggi, you saucy depressed dancing stereotype.]

Dispatches From The Mind Wars

This just in from... Korea why not. Seems the authorities weren't willing to admit to the wyzzard in their midst, hence the pixillation. (Unfortunately no one there got the memo about pixels being totally last year). The blacked out wyzzard-shame was my doing. Anyway I think it's pretty clear that he's back for our souls. I'm working on a google-earth layer to keep track of his mystical movements. Oh yeah, and he's dead apparently, so this must be also a ghost of sorts, which is the sort of added value that I'm all about.

As a ghost, his spell-set seems to be limited to "awkward follow up question", something involving 'orbs', and corrupting the data on playstation 1 memory cards. This makes him mostly harmless, in much the same way that a baby seal is mostly harmless - they're not a problem until you wake up naked in the bath with three of them and they're all pissed off because there's soap in their eyes. Watch out is all I'm saying.

PolitoCast

Was hunting for images on flickr, for some sort of 'dad's business' related super post. Got distracted by some pics taken by the world's nosiest clown.

Then I found this photo of these two drunk little people being forced to make out. I guess for as long as they can't vote we can keep getting away with this sort of shit. But I still think we should tone it down - I don't look forward to the day when all these drunk little crackers get organised.

S.M.B.I #3 The Packet Sniffer.

Packet sniffing obviously existed before the advent of wi-fi and the Internet. Any idiot knows that. The fact that bath tubs were not invented didn't make water impossible to touch, did it. Using this logic scholars theorised the existence of a medieval version of today's packet sniffer, dubbed by some as, "the packet pointer". This name was preferred because the lack of any real GUI in the 1300s meant that the only useful information that could be sniffed was the direction and speed a packet was travelling.