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Dec. 20th, 2004 01:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So...it's been an interesting couple of days...and the news is out of control.
First off, Happy Holidays (Merry Christmas to most of you, hurrah)
http://www.ferrago.com/story/4871
That's from Luke. It's funny shit. In sum, someone bought (with real money) land in World of Warcraft for $26,400!!!! This may sound stupid, but...
he can tax them, and there is a back-and-forth conversion for money in the game.
So.
As I put it to Luke...
"that's real intelligent entrepreneurism...my god...land speculation...fuck me!"
In other news, all but a few small sites for BitTorrent are down, either due to raids by authorities or because they've shut themselves down to avoid such an outcome and prosecution. There are still a couple for TV and anime, but basically, torrenting is about to hit the wall hard, and filesharing is about 4/5 dead. Amazing really, but I'll deal somehow.
And Electronic Arts (EA...the sports and Harry Potter and Sims people) are trying to buy out Ubisoft (Myst, Prince of Persia, and hella-more). w0w.
Last off, LightScribe technology, with no changes to hardware, will allow the burning of labels onto blank CDRs without stickers or shit. It won't be barely more expensive for the media, and should be quite worthwhile. 'spretty cool.
So in my life,
We leave Mount Pleasant a bit late, 7-ish. Get a flat tire 20 minutes outside of the Pleasant. Wait about 3/4 of an hour for the AAA truck to come and swap me out for the spare, which is basically a goddamn moped tire. We go for a while, I have a semi-panic attack thing. I'm rational, logical, just...all of my limbs and torso and face are numb. So we pull off. I feel a bit better, megh is worried but hiding how worried she is. We go back on the road, as I'm feeling decent, we get to about Wixom, she needs to pee, so I do too, and after peeing, I feel just fine (considering), like, the peeing flushed the chemical fucking me up.
So we get home at 11:30. 2 hours after expected when we left. And 4 hours (at a minimum) after she was more-or-less originally expected. Sheesh, bob-darnit.
-Me
First off, Happy Holidays (Merry Christmas to most of you, hurrah)
http://www.ferrago.com/story/4871
That's from Luke. It's funny shit. In sum, someone bought (with real money) land in World of Warcraft for $26,400!!!! This may sound stupid, but...
he can tax them, and there is a back-and-forth conversion for money in the game.
So.
As I put it to Luke...
"that's real intelligent entrepreneurism...my god...land speculation...fuck me!"
In other news, all but a few small sites for BitTorrent are down, either due to raids by authorities or because they've shut themselves down to avoid such an outcome and prosecution. There are still a couple for TV and anime, but basically, torrenting is about to hit the wall hard, and filesharing is about 4/5 dead. Amazing really, but I'll deal somehow.
And Electronic Arts (EA...the sports and Harry Potter and Sims people) are trying to buy out Ubisoft (Myst, Prince of Persia, and hella-more). w0w.
Last off, LightScribe technology, with no changes to hardware, will allow the burning of labels onto blank CDRs without stickers or shit. It won't be barely more expensive for the media, and should be quite worthwhile. 'spretty cool.
So in my life,
We leave Mount Pleasant a bit late, 7-ish. Get a flat tire 20 minutes outside of the Pleasant. Wait about 3/4 of an hour for the AAA truck to come and swap me out for the spare, which is basically a goddamn moped tire. We go for a while, I have a semi-panic attack thing. I'm rational, logical, just...all of my limbs and torso and face are numb. So we pull off. I feel a bit better, megh is worried but hiding how worried she is. We go back on the road, as I'm feeling decent, we get to about Wixom, she needs to pee, so I do too, and after peeing, I feel just fine (considering), like, the peeing flushed the chemical fucking me up.
So we get home at 11:30. 2 hours after expected when we left. And 4 hours (at a minimum) after she was more-or-less originally expected. Sheesh, bob-darnit.
-Me