Archive for February, 2006

It just had to be, didn’t it?

Please, no more.

Apple announced the other day that downloads from its Itunes service had hit the one billion mark. The billionth downloaded track? Why, it was Speed of Sound by arch-mediocrists C*play. The poor, miserable sod who had the misfortune to download this track was an American teenager, who completely by accident, I assume, downloaded it as part of the whole of an album that was described by critics who like going to fancy parties and who want to get closer to Gwyneth as “brilliant”, and by those in the know as “less fun than scraping week old fat drippings from a seive”. To make up for the disappointment of downloading such tosh, he receives an iMac, lots of iPods, and $10K. The 10 iPods should come in handy if he ever wants to listen to the whole album without having to recharge the battery half way through, and the 10K should be enough to buy him all the music he needs to erase the memory of this dark hour, so I applaud Apple’s swift response to this appalling situation.

Such altruism and community-spiritedness, if continued, is set to cost Apple dear, however: currently top of their download chart is excruciating ex-army chalk-on-blackboard crooner James Blunt, with “You’re Bootiful”. There aren’t enough gifts and prizes in the world to get victims through the pain that track can inflict.

I’ve got to give Apple some credit in all of this, though. When the RIAA was closing down Audiogalaxy, and when Metallica were flying in to awards shows to complain that Napster users were stealing their property, I knew all along that music lovers (and Coldplay fans) would be willing to pay for music if the price was right, if it was easy to do, if the selection was good enough, and if they could be guaranteed the right quality of download. Sure enough, iTunes has shown this and then some, and even good old Napster are making money legally these days from downloads. It took way, way, too long, but eventually the penny seems to have dropped that downloads aren’t going to harm the record industry after all. Sales of CDs may be down nearly 20% year on year heading through 2005, but when you add on downloads, that gap starts to look a lot narrower.

One week into The Apprentice Series 2, and it’s one decent and honest chap with integrity down, 13 slavering egomaniacs left. In a week which saw some utterly non-obvious editing of the girls selling melons, and the boys doing their best not to openly piss themselves laughing at the worst team-name suggestion ever, it’s one nil to the ladies.

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Sugar: not a regular at Jongleurs
Sugar: Music Hall Legend

The anticipation is building: 14 new contestants, sorry, 14 new candidates, all strangely desperate to work for Sir Alan Bloody Sugar, all hoping to be the next Apprentice. Last year, Tim Campbell, the youngest of the group at 27 won the chance to work for Sir Alan for a year, on a six-figure salary, beating predictably spiky, arrogant, esoteric, loud, er, arrogant, opinionated, confident, and brash competition to land the prize.

In the spirit of second runs, I’m expecting everything to be a bit more glam, a bit more over the top this time round. No doubt the 14 aspirants will be that touch more confident about how to win through, how to deal with Sir Alan and his board, how best to shaft their team-mates, and how best to land a successful media career after they get fired in week 4 for masterminding their team’s crushing defeat in that week’s task.

But how will Sir Alan approach his second bloody series? Without so much as a smile, a 20% profanity score, extreme glumness, and lots of tosh about straight-talking, not liking bullshitters, and generally telling everyone how cr@p they are is my guess. Sir Alan didn’t seem to get a lot of enjoyment out of the first series, but where Donald Trump is just offensively rich and ridiculously, impossibly it seems, coiffeured, Sugar is just the grouch in a suit, and where Trump is about glitz, and grand-scale projects, Sugar is out there pumping meager margins from mainstream, low-cost, low-expectation products. And where the winners of The Apprentice in the US had a choice of which exciting new large project they would oversee, poor old Tim had the privilege of working 70 hour weeks for a year to re-launch a product that had already failed once, and which most right-minded people would struggle to get too worked up about.

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Quite a few tweaks since I last posted with an update:

  • Added Omaha support for Absolute Poker hands
  • Fix to pot sizes when blinds start raising pre-flop
  • Various others - too many to recall…

A big hat tip today for The Urban Giraffe.

I’ve been running phpdev since I started using Wordpress on my website, and for the most part its provided me with a quick and dirty local version of Wordpress, but today, when I started working on a new theme for a new site, I managed to make an utter balls-up of my phpdev install. In the process, I completely jiggered my local Wordpress install and couldn’t untangle the mess I’d made.

A quick google search later, I found UrbanGiraffe » Installing WordPress on your own Windows computer, which has helped me solve almost all my problems.

Now I’m running WAMP5 on my local machine, and I have a couple of virtual servers running on my machine: one for this site, and one for the work in progress on the new site. WAMP5 does run PHP5, whereas my web-host is on some flavour of PHP4, but since 5 is the future, any problems that causes should be outweighed by future gains.

All is well with the world :)

Side on view of the w800i

Three years ago, I bought my first digital music player: The Sony NW-70D (a.k.a “The novelty lighter”) had a whopping 256Mb of memory, didn’t play MP3s, and set me back a mere £225. Not long before, I’d bought my first digital camera: The Digital Dreams Epsilon 2.1 Megapixel camera set me back just under £100. At the time, I was using the wonderful Ericsson T39 mobile phone (green screen and a huge fat aerial, but awesome all-round). Naturally, this last one was free, given that it is largely unnecessary to ever pay for a mobile phone handset in the UK.

So. Three devices, three functions, each proficient in its field. Except the camera, which was fairly crappy, it should be pointed out. Total cost: £325.

On Tuesday, I took delivery of a shiny (and slightly chavvy-white, but I’m coming to terms with that) Sony Ericsson W800i. This single device that has more memory than the NW-70D, takes better pictures than the Epsilon, and has a far better technical spec as a phone than the T39. Oh, and it was free. Ok, technically since it’s a mobile phone, and I’m on a monthly contract I am paying for it, but not only did I get a new phone, but I’ve negotiated my monthly cost down to £14 for all the minutes and messages I need, so I still feel like I’m ahead…)

If I converge any further, I might just implode…

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