The local louts seem to be at it again, but they appear to have significantly upgraded their kit from the last time.
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StandardsBy: Tateru NinoI have an interesting observation. If the Australian Classification Board or the Australian Communications and Media Authority tell me that something might offend me… well, they’ve got a 100% miss-rate so far. On the other hand, if I want to be offended, I just have to watch a commercial-break on television or (in a pinch) go out and look at a few billboards. You know, those things that they’ve generally okayed as being acceptable. You know how the old story goes. One of your in-laws visits, and the next thing you know, you’re down the road in old parkland with a metal-detector and digging holes. A while back, you might remember, I decided to get listed on Australia’s Do Not Call Register. Having telemarketers calling in the middle of meetings, meals, television programs, while we were sleeping, and as late as 3AM … well, that was a pest. I was fairly uncertain as to how well it would actually work. Would I get more calls, or fewer? After all, the DNC register would seem to be a handy resource for unscrupulous marketers. It’s going back a few years, but the company I was working for back then sent me to a Windows NT 4.0 launch event. A bunch of us went, though it didn’t really have a lot to do with us, but there were invitations, plus free food and swag at the venue. I was given a curious gift this year, among the usual passel of fascinating stones. That’s not a new career for me. That’s a new career for the other Tateru Nino. Waking up today has been a bizarre pastiche of instant messages from Second Life. At least two of them are identifiably from the beginning of November. The rest? Well, that’s a good question. Reports are quite widespread about the old IMs suddenly arriving for lots of people, but I’ve ended up with a novel problem. It’s that day of the year again, and what I wrote about it in 2006 still holds true today. |
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