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  • PXT – using it’s power for good, or for evil?

    Last night at Cesar’s stirred some thought on the following: As usual, when mixing the fermented/distilled by-products of plant material we grow in the ground with human livers, Kodak moments are the result. Times are a changin’ though, and instead of Kodak, it’s now the PXT phone.

    I wonder if this is going to be another huge shift in human behaviour (as text messaging was) with results that aren’t nearly so positive (ok – David Beckham got caught with his hand in the cookie jar, but really – the guy married someone popularly known as ‘Posh Spice’ in the first place – not exactly strengthening the human gene pool).

    At least half the phones available now are PXT capable, and this has to raise privacy concerns. Have that moment caught anytime, anywhere – whether you like it or not.

    ~3 months from now 3G phones come to market, and with that comes streaming video. I’d put good money on someone coming up with a website that streams feeds from people with 3G capable phones on the street to the site (or subscriber’s phones) for everyone’s entertainment. Oh wait – someone just did…

    The Friday and Saturday night slots will become hot favourites. Watch the Ponsonby chardy hags slide from composed, bored-looking, socialites to sloshed amoeba. Or observe the piranha inspired feeding frenzy at ‘The Coast’ when the flash of a gold card is spotted by the resident diggerus femalus goldus. Then there’s the people who turn up to work on Monday still hung, curious to see whether they’ve ended up with their 5 minutes of fame unbeknownst to them (I’d like to say someone comes to mind at this juncture, but I can’t. Several people come to mind).

    Perhaps it’s a good thing technology has not only brought us ‘features’ such as this, but also the ability to create digital magic, which can nullify the effects of having video footage of you doing that manoeuvre with the affectionately named local bike. Oh – and in answer to the question those that were present yesterday are probably asking yourselves now: Yes – we have pics. No – we don’t accept cheques.

  • Emma…

    No means no. I told ya I didn’t want to listen to it!

  • Cesar’s (Choice)

    Normally I’m not a huge pizza fan, but I have to say that Cesar’s Choice is definitely divine. Baked chicken breast, spring onions, Brie, and cashew nuts topped with plum sauce – mmm…

    Anyway… Yesterday, as a favour to a friend who owns Cesar’s (it was his birthday, ok – I’m not going soft) I worked the bar. A quiet Sunday, in the middle of Easter, should be a nice relaxing day right? We opened early at 1pm (instead of the usual 5pm) as a few of the usual suspects wanted to come in and watch the Warriors snatch defeat from the jaws of victory (again). by 3pm the place was packed, and stayed that way.

    I’d like to point out at this juncture that I spent 11-12 hours in close proximity to Wild Turkey, and did not have one drink. I have witnesses, as Jacqui, Daile, and Rodney came up for dinner, and inhaled 2 x large Cesar’s Choice and pizza bread.

    As I’ve pointed out, I’m not an alcoholic – I’m a drunk. Alcoholics go to meetings.

  • Never say 'never'…

    Why am I doing this? Because the hosting company has loads of features, and I thought experiencing from the client point of view would be great.

    …ok ok – that, and Arcturi probably knows more about what’s there, than I do!