Button, button, who’s got the button?
From an article on the Wall Street Journal about Steve Job's button phobia.
When the company introduced the iPod in late 2001, the most common calls to Apple's technical support lines for a time were about how to turn the device, which lacked a clearly defined power button, off and on, says a former Apple executive.
Wow, I'd forgotten all about that. Years ago Will left his iPod at our house for a week or two and I had such trouble trying to figure out how to turn the damn thing on.
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Apache2 and OS X
This is more a note to myself than anyone else, but to compile Apache2 on OS X, use the following configure:
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./configure --with-included-apr --enable-so --enable-mods-shared=most
When Apache starts whinging about "dlname not found, assuming libtool archive" and shit, and refuses to produce .so modules instead kicking out a bunch of .a and .la files in their place, it means you've fucked up somewhere along the line, probably because this isn't the first time you've tried to run the configure script.
Delete the entire Apache source directory and start again. If you are lucky you'll even get a nice copy of libexpat.0.dylib at the end of it all.
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Orwellian
The BBC ... has always taken a platform agnostic approach to its internet services.
And then a little later:
It is not possible to put an exact timeframe on when BBC iPlayer will be available for Mac users.
--bad, indeed.
The corporation's governing body asked the BBC to ensure that the iPlayer could run on different systems - such as Apple Macs - within "a reasonable time frame", initially twenty-four months.
Twenty four months for porting to Mac OS X is reasonable?! I dread to think about the poor old Linux users out there.
The BBC has previously said it cannot commit to a two-year time frame as many decisions would have to be made by third parties.
i.e. Either Microsoft decide to port their DRM software or someone else will have to decide to write some.
A statement from the BBC read: "Our ability to deliver this open approach will be influenced by the availability of alternative DRM systems on the market.
i.e. Microsoft have no plans to port their DRM software to any other operating system so the BBC will have to find some other system to use and so far haven't so we'll just have to wait.
What a load of rubbish. I've always been a strong supporter of the BBC but this is utterly unacceptable.
http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/6236612.stm
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Shouty Shouty
Adverts that shout work. I like them. "Bang and the dirt is gone." They weren't lying and if I hadn't been so entertained by the shouty antics of Barry Scott I wouldn't have bought what can only be described as the most potent chemical concoction available to buy (legally) in a supermarket.
My latest favourite is Tyrannosaurus Alan. I don't know why I am so enamoured by a fuzzy felt dinosaur and shouty volcano. I once had a conversation with a marketing type who had to find out why Volvic was continuously outperformed by Evian sales-wise. I didn't know the answer then, but told him that it was because Volvic sounded like part of the female anatomy and everyone knows that Vittel is better than both of them. I think however he must have found the solution; everyone loves the wacky dinosaur and his volcanic buddy. Today's Metro even featured a three (half-)page long advert featuring the aforementioned characters in cartoon strip style (and revealed Mr Volcano's first name – George!), I just can't wait to find out what happens next.
Does it really work though? As much as I am entertained by Mr (George) Volcano's peculiar pronunciation of water I won't start buying Volvic until they decide to do a 'free' (£2.99 for P&P of course) Tyrannosaurus Alan toy. Now, there's a thought!
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Warranty
From the little booklet in the box:
Off road riding extracts a severe toll on footwear. On and off the pedals thousands of times, lots of walking, days of 150 degree heat rotting the shoes in your trunk all means these shoes will eventually wear out. When the rubber is worn smooth off the bottoms and your riding buddies locate you by following the flapping noise of your torn uppers, BUY NEW SHOES. Don't return them to your dealer with your altar boy face on and mmble, "Uh, I only used them once and look what happened. Gimme new for nuthin." (sic)
Of course, if we screwed up and forgot to send you (sic) your particular pair through our patented top secret bulletproofing process and they come apart for no good reason, give us a call at the number listed below and we will see what we can do to remedy the problem or come up with another bit of creative customer relations to keep you happy. Just give us a call.
I appear to have just bought a pair of shoes from a company that not only regards its customers as a bunch of scroungers but also feels the need to press this point home in a rather patronising manner.
It's a shame - they are rather nice shoes.
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Glastonbury tickets
Alex is currently wondering if the Glastonbury ticket website is run off of a beige box in the corner of someone's flat with a cat chewing on the network cable.
Honestly, what with all the pre-registering bollocks it's not like they were unaware of the demand. Why can't they design a server infrastructure that can handle enough requests?
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Whither Wii?
It's hard to believe just how difficult a Nintendo Wii is to acquire. I made a vague stab on release day, trawling the electronics drags on Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street. Everywhere I was greeted with smirks, and laughter accompanied by pointing and other gesticulation. The guy I spoke to in Virgin Megastore looked like he was going to hit me.
So I thought I'd leave it for a bit until the demand died down. It's just a new games console whose sales are feeding of the intense hype surrounding it. It will sort itself out after a month or so.
On Saturday while ktm was queueing in Argos for a replacement bathroom light (it's a rented property - what, you want us to go to Habitat?), I nipped out to see if, on the off chance, there was any Wii in Woolworths.
No
I was told, but I could order one. How long?
3-5 days, if they are in stock
said the pimply faced youth. Wicked, I think. So I queued to be greeted by the very same PFY at the counter.
Ah, you want a Wii. I'll just pull it up on the computer. Oh, they are out of stock. My gosh! You can't even order them!.
My gosh indeed.
So to WHSmiths. Nope. To Dixons. Nope. Return to Argos. Nope. Having picked up the better half, we headed back to Dixons in search of a FM radio aerial and I took the opportunity to quiz a member of staff on their availability. Nope. I thought I might as well go for it and ask if I could order or join some sort of waiting list. She laughed.
We got a couple in last week, but we are still filling our pre-orders.
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From November
!!
There are Wii available, however. Game's online store occasionally has stock. However they are opportunist bastards and only sell the console in a bundle with four non-discounted games. Then again I did really want one and the games it comes with are rather good. I took one for the team.
Having come into possession of possibly the most elusive bit of gaming kit currently on the market (save a copy of Duke Nukem Forever) I thought it would be an easy ride from here on in.
The thing is, I haven't told ktm that there's a Wii arriving at some point in the near future*. Consequently, I need to be able to placate her when it arrives. This may be possible via a game or two of Wii tennis. For this, as any 12 year old will be able to tell you, I need two controllers, or Wiimotes to use the approved lingo, and the console only comes with one. I stepped out of my Wii owning friend's trendy Farringdon design studio at lunch time to attempt to locate a second of these fabled devices.
Dixons. Nope. WHSmiths. Nope. Hmm, not so good. Having exhausted the local possibilities, I resolved to head to Oxford Street after work. Virgin Megastore. Nope. Dixons. Nope. Game. Nope. HMV. Nope.
Against my better judgement, I tried some of the little nameless electronics stores at the bottom of Tottenham Court Road who take no greater pleasure than in ripping off gadget crazed geeks with their inter-shop price fixing database. No Wiimotes there either.
?!?@?!?!?@?!
Urgh, this was becoming a little silly.
Since every major store and most minor ones have come up empty, I was forced to try the black market. Computer Exchange.
Yes, we have one Wiimote in stock, but it's £35
the little goth pixie behind the counter tells me.
??!?!?!??!!@@@@?!?@1/
I looked at her incredulously, trying to come with some counter argument about how dare they have the nerve to sell me a second hand controller at above RRP. She stared blankly back at me. I opened my mouth. She put her hand on her hip and tilted her head slightly, as if she was about to begin lecturing me on market forces dictating the price of goods in a free market. ktm's disapproving look as I open the box from Parcel Farce loomed out of my imagination. All right, I'll have it, I grumble. When I protest sarcastically at the lack of box, the happy capitalist goth chirpily informs me that there's a one year guarantee. Hooray. I grab the bag and walk out.
I can't help but feel ever so slightly taken advantage of.
* = It's just possible that I may have blown my cover
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Busker rage
Why oh why. Busker, every morning, in his licensed Carling sponsored busker spot, 8.55am, like clockwork, Wish you were here by Pink Floyd. Not only has he got a luminous cardboard sign telling people to smile, or cheer up, or something along those lines, but he's ever so slightly flat in his delivery and never bothers to sing the first ten or so lines of the song. Just every day starts at How I wish, how I wish you were here, etc and repeats this segment over and over and over.
Hardly smile inducing.
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svn:externals and different usernames
How to use a different username with svn:externals.
Genius. Well, almost. Close enough.
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