SUBHANKAR KUNDU, one of the leading lights of the IT Examiner in India, has started his own blog, “Explore Subhankar”. Subhankar is a reporter based in Bangalore, and together with Jayant Mishra, an Examiner freelance based in Mumbai, excelled themselves by working through the night to bring readers the latest news of the outrages.
Which are still continuing, unfortunately, as the RSS feed on the right demonstrates. ♣
AIDED AND ABETTED by Mad Mike Magee, we managed to get Intel’s Pat Gelsinger to kick. In this little videoette, below. At the very end of the video, you can hear yours truly exhorting Pat to kick, kick. Sorry we’re not a cameraman, this is as good as it will ever get, it’s raw. ♦
CURIOUS THINGS were in the air in San Francisco on Sunday. A large Zeppelin cruised over the houses on the way down to the ocean.
Stranger things were to follow. Just close to Golden Gate Park, we spotted some mysterious Dakini writing inside a glass of beer. What can this all mean? [Too many beers? Ed.] ♣
ADVANCED MICRO DEVICES (AMD) used to rabbit on about the K9 chip, a follow-on to the K8 chip, but does so no more. Heck, we remember Jerry Sanders III telling us in 1991 that by the millennium the K9 would integrate just about anything.
The K9 chip has nothing on K-9knickers.com, however, we think you’ll agree. Only in downtown Brasilia, where we’ve even seen people with toilet paper wiping the bums of their cute little doggies. ♥
HERE in downtown Singapore, the traffic is quite intense. Sorry about the sound quality, I’m only using a cheap snapping thing. ♦
SORRY, the sound was drowned out by the buzz of the plaice. ♣
MANY OF the literate readers of this bogette will have heard of Typhoid Mary. Here, in San Francisco, they are so worried infections might spread that the city has turned that fear into a cult, seems to me.
As this picture testifies. Infect me not is a strange piece of syntax, but virii don’t listen to humans’ virtuous tones, nor to the imperative tense, so we suspect if there is a huge influenza pandemic, there will be little to do except grit your teeth and deck a bottle or three of the finest Indian single malt. ♦