I’m particularly bleary-eyed this morning, so I’d read half a story before I noticed, but the BBC seems to have changed the layout of its stories. Interestingly, they haven’t changed the front page (yet?), so the two don’t match particularly well. UPDATE: Ah, must have caught them mid-change, here’s the new front page. I like [...]
Monthly Archive for March, 2008
Hey, busy, sorry. This is a lazy post, but I had to share. CHEEEEEEEEESITS!
I’m hurt. I’ve been trying very hard not to just slag off the BBC lately, and a friend pointed out this evening that he kind of missed it. Well, if you think I’m going to say something sarcastic about under-bonnet forecourt-proximity-detecting depreciation devices you’ll be sorely disappointed. Instead, a mini rant about Microsoft. Regular readers [...]
Thanks to Antony M for pointing us in the direction of this short interview with Kevin May, the editorial force behind travolution. I was about to say that the video is superfluous (just listen to the audio), but it’s actually worth watching. Hacks may be reassured by the way Kevin May looks slightly uncomfortable using [...]
Currently showing on The Times website:
Take the users out of Facebook and what’s left? Book, I’d say. The site’s the epitome of 2.0; a framework on which to hang user-generated content, and nothing without it. So, in common with other user-populated sites like Flickr, you’d expect them to have a pretty enlightened view of users’ importance, no? No. Consider this [...]
Oooh, yes please.
A mechanical Etch-a-Sketch clock. Fact. VIA Guardian technology blog
Right, I’ve sussed out this internet thing. We’re all turning into Smash Hits. Bear with me. A colleague sent me this a while back: a survey of US journalists’ attitude to and engagement with blogs. I’ve been meaning to write about it for a while now, but hey, I’ve got time on my hands this [...]
Posted in digression on Mar 10th, 2008
I’m awake at 6am and have been for a couple of hours. The weather forecasters weren’t shitting about this storm, then. So, living about 200 metres from the sea, my bedroom window is being alternately sucked out and pushed in, my tenant’s door is rattling like a bastard, and the fire escape platform sounds like [...]