Except they can’t even find the spacebar, let alone spell. What are they trying to be, Linux? If you’re going to copy, you have to copy the idea, not the end product, otherwise more likely than not your seams will be showing. (This is actually a fascinating topic – see this post on Cargo Cults, for example.)

Yes, I would like some ducting.

I should say, though, that I have heard only good things about the screen itself. Affordable, too. So that’s all good. If only they knew their limits.

I always wondered what those funny quote things meant. Nothing, I guess.

Since we are talking about screens, you should check out this screen-related post, if only for the wicked music. Oh yeah, and another video in the cruel humour series. (After man falls off bike, etc.) When I post links on my blog there is often a particular reader who I think it will really appeal to. On this occasion, I thought of Dave.

While I’m here, let me relate another wonderful story of Auckland driving. So I’m coming up to an intersection. The lights are green, and have been for some time, and I’m not talking about some green arrow shit here, we’re talking full green circle. It’s raining. Auckland probably does rain better than any city in the world. It’s cold, it’s wet, it’s dark, it’s windy, and every time it begins to ease – just enough that you turn down your wipers, and think yay, it’s over – it picks up again. As I approach the intersection I see someone from the transverse street doing likewise. I slow down a bit. Shouldn’t they be stopping? Maybe they’re turning left or something.

Ok, so they’re not turning left. They’re going freakin’ straight ahead. In a manner that will place their passenger door in the same time and place as my engine very soon. It is at this point that the guy sitting in their passenger seat starts looking at me. I try to brake, but also try not to spin out of control in the wet weather. And I’m thinking surely, they’re going to stop. They’re not going to stop. I brake again. They swerve a bit and keep charging ahead, quickly enough that they get past before I reach them. The guy in the passenger seat is still staring at me, presumably too terrified to move. It’s good times being the passenger in crazy car.

As the driver goes past he angrily toots his horn at me. All of this time, my light has been green. Great people, Aucklanders.