Courtesy of my office mate Christopher … just how cool is this upcoming game? I’ve just downloaded the earlier free version of it, and now all I need is a funky rotating screen Lenovo tablet please!
Update: Arrghh … it’s so addictive and annoying! Download it now!
So I’d previously read about how reCAPTCHA were using humans as a free resource to help digitize texts that were failing to be digitized by OCR. So the CAPTCHA that you get asked is actually a word that couldn’t be recognized by the OCR software and you do the job the software couldn’t do.
However, the following story made me laugh given instead its ingenious use of humans to unknowingly crack the CAPTCHAs on behalf of the spammers they’re supposed to stop. So see smut … help the spammers create accounts to spam from … but digitize a historically important text too … all in one hit!
The exhaust pipe on Sarah’s three and a half year old car is about to fall off (just call me Mr. Angry given how I’m feeling about that), and so instead my “stupid” car was called into duty for various Saturday morning trips. First off Sarah complained about how she hated driving it because she had to take it to ASDA to get all the party food for my mother-in-law’s birthday party tomorrow, which just about fitted in on the passenger seat and foot well. Secondly I got to take Alex swimming … the roads were dry, the weather cool enough to make the car run well but warm enough for us to have our windows down meaning others could “enjoy” the tunes we had on and we could here the roar from the engine engine and exhaust :-D.
Anyhow, father-and-son mini-roadtrips in my car are always fun, and on the way back we enjoyed bonus fun courtesy of a lame and slightly rusty Ford Escort RS2000 (the newer one, not the proper one) trying to out drag us up the M271. Duly dispatched with about half-throttle, we carried on up the M271 until it finished a mighty minute or two later. I wasn’t surprised when I found it included on pathetic motorways after somebody linked to it from 28DL today.
So I’ve always liked having a choice of watches. It’s not a money thing since, apart from my beautiful Omega De Ville which I received as a 21st birthday present from my late grandfather, I’ve never spent into even three figures on a watch. I do enjoy having an appropriate and interesting timepiece for every occasion … be it smart, active, the gym, a night out, or a very dark place when I’m exploring.
When you add in my sad geeky love of things which light up you’ll also begin to understand some of my watch choices. Hence the super 70s’ red LED watch that I got a few years back makes sense. Also on a timekeeping related point, the gorgeous stainless steel nixie tube clock I have in my living room fits too. And finally my interest in the watches at TokyoFlash slots neatly into place, and today I ordered a new one from them.
Hopefully when it arrives, given its leather strap, it’ll fit my puny wrist. I blame my late (and greatly missed) father for my weak looking wrists and ankles, which he had too. That said, he made up for it by having a triangular physique with remarkable upper body strength and the ability to do one arm pull ups. I didn’t get that bit of his genetics sadly and so instead have to make do with his skinny ankles matched with a taller frame, non-existent upper body strength, and middle aged lumpy bits.
I’ll be waiting with baited breath for the postman each day (or more likely the courier with the import tax charges and a £20 admin charge) for the coming weeks!