Archive for April, 2007

Why DRM must die

Saturday, April 28th, 2007

I just spent the first 20 mins of the Forest game pissing about trying to get the godforsaken Microsoft DRM working according these already outdated and horrifically arcane instructions.

This is content for which I have paid, and I really don’t see why I should even have to consider the possibility that I have to dig around in the guts of my PC’s configuration in order to get it.

Whoever decided DRM was a good idea, I hope your rabbit dies and you can’t sell the hutch.

Man, I feel old

Monday, April 16th, 2007

Good grief. It’s bad enough when I consider that I felt old when I realised that there were some people alive that were not alive when Reagan was in charge, but now it’s much worse.

Watching the GP over the weekend it transpired that Lewis Hamilton was named after Carl Lewis, because he was winning all his gold medals at the time when the young master Hamilton was born. Bloody hell! That only seems like five minutes ago! I can practically still feel the indignation at Carl Lewis’ arrogance - and to his credit, the young namesake is showing none of that. Plus he’s damn quick.

I’m not necessarily going overboard and backing him to win the world championship just yet - for that you not only need the talent but a consistently competetive car, plus the undevided attention of the team: I wonder if a no. 1 drive at, say, BMW will end up being where he needs to go in the forthcoming years to get the championship.

I Feel the Need - the Need to Rinse

Friday, April 13th, 2007

It’s amazing how you miss the tap in the kitchen sink when it stops working. Really odd: our single-lever tap was always a bit stiff but recently it was getting worse and worse until it seized altogether. Now, that’s a real disappointment when our kitchen was only fitted last year. The fact that we were left without running water in the kitchen on Easter Friday was a real pain, but the way that Wickes and the manufacturers, Astracast, handled it was nothing short of exemplary.

I called Wickes on Easter Friday afternoon, getting through to a real person after very little phone-menu-and-hold-music-hell, and without question they agreed to replace the valve on the tap, though I was warned that the manufacturers weren’t going to be working until the following Tuesday. It arrived in the post on Thursday morning, so I had it fitted by that night. Less than a week, and there were two Bank Holidays in between.

I get such indifferent or just plain crappy service from so many places that it’s really worth praising a company when they get it right. Of course it would be preferable if the part hadn’t failed in the first place, but a very good second-best is this kind of handling of the occasional hiccough.

That’s Me, To a Tee

Wednesday, April 11th, 2007

Man, talk about titters of self-recognition.

:-)