Now, the temptation here is not to post this. Not to admit that of the videos I’ve seen this week this is the only one I’ve gone back to play again. And that TV is evil. And… Well, it did something for me. Maybe it will for you. Enjoy your weekend :-)
Source: Break.com
For a long time the Donghua bosses, Fei and Bao (known even to employees as Little Bai and Brother Bao), could do no more than nurse their envy of the raiding guilds’ access to the end game. But Fan’s prowess pointed to another way of looking at it: raiding guilds weren’t the competition, they realized; they were the solution. Donghua would put together a team of 40 employees. They would train the team in all the hardest dungeons. And then, for a few hundred dollars, the team would escort any customer into the dungeon of his or her choice. And when the customer’s longed-for item dropped, the team would stand aside and let the customer take it, no questions asked. Thus would the supposedly unmarketable end-game treasures find their way into the R.M.T. market. And thus would gold farming, of a sort, find its way at last into the end game.
When Brother Bao and Little Bai put their team together in April of last year, Min Qinghai, a veteran Donghua employee at the time, was among the first to make the roster.
“Before I joined the raiding team, I’d never worked together with so many people,” Min told me. They were 40 young men in three adjoining office spaces, and it was chaotic at first. Two or three supervisors moved among them, calling out orders like generals. A dungeon raid is always a puzzle: figuring out which tactics to use to kill each boss is the main challenge; doing so while coordinating 40 players can be dizzying. But members of the team raided just as diligently as they had power-leveled: 12 hours a day, 7 days a week, making their way through the complexities of a different dungeon every day.
The Life of the Chinese Gold Farmer [nytimes.com]
The New York Times:
“Flight of the Conchords is funny in such an understated way that it is almost dangerous to make too much of it. It’s much slighter than HBO’s big production comedies like Curb Your Enthusiasm and Entourage. It’s also a little sweeter, less a satire of show business than wry self-parody.”
New York Post:
“A fantastic flight. Something new and hilarious, and completely different. Unlike anything else I have ever seen before.”Variety.com:
“Hardly a great show…It’s all pretty standard stuff, shot on a dime against grungy New York backdrops…the show isn’t much to look at, but thanks to those music videos, there are moments when it sounds like a gem.”Chicago Tribune:
“The charms of this series are subtle, but only grow over the course of the first few episodes. Clement and McKenzie, perhaps because of their upbringing in the most polite nation on Earth, are well suited to understated, self-deprecating comedy, and their fertile imaginations are usually up to the task entertaining the short attention span of the YouTube generation.”Source: NZ Herald
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wishing won’t make it so
Source: Time
What The World Eats feels like one of those ‘click-or-miss’ links that you quickly read, go “…huh” and move on. But it takes a little while to get through the photos and then you find yourself looking at the people wondering who they are, what they do. What the world eats is amazing.
Source: Baraskit
I got Photosynth to go at work but at home it refuses to work on Firefox 2.0 (.xpi) or Internet Explorer 6 (ActiveX). I don’t know why, I don’t completely blame them because Flash doesn’t work on my Firefox either so there might be ghosts in the machine. Check it out though, it may work for you. When I was playing with it at work I was thinking “Yeah, but it is as useful as Street Maps?”
I’m also using a couple new plug-ins that I picked up over at technosailor. If you’re a WordPress user the Subscribe To Comments and Popularity Contest plugins seem robust.
climb on the back and we’ll go for a ride in the sky.
I found this in the files from last year in November:
Last night was a fusion of Pulp Fiction, Guitar Hero and the throb of recent surgery. I woke up in the middle of the night somehow confused I was going to get shot/killed/die, that I had been wounded and that my wide-open wardrobe was a gate to a dark void.
I must have lain there for about 5 minutes, head spinning, trying to work out why I needed to be playing Guitar Hero, why I was convinced I was going to get shot and why I hurt in so many places…my toe, my shoulder, my back? I didn’t even get operated on my back…why the…?
Unfortunately I can’t recall events of the witching hour with great clarity so the exact reasons for me being convinced I was in serious trouble will remain a mystery. It is interesting though how real pain segues into dreams and is then explained…my toe was throbbing because it had been blown off by John Travolta.
Pretty soon you’ll be an old bastard too
Source: CoffeeIceCream
Newmarket is the richest vein of despair we have in Auckland. It doesn’t matter the time of day or my frame of mind, it gets under my skin and makes me feel queasy. Was it something I ate? While in fact all Newmarket should be is a collection of shops sitting in the shadow of the motorway and down the hill from the Auckland Museum, it is an oily slide that pools outside Supre. A slick shopping precinct you climb out of with a pair of faded hipster jeans between your teeth.
Source: markwp
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