There’s probably not too many of my readers who’ll remember this application from when it first came out, but Bryce 5.0 is now free for download (the latest version Bryce 5.5 is still about $100).
Wanna make shiny balls that hang in the air, and huge burning planets in the background, like this one?
Get your Bryce on.
{via DownloadSquad, which is like mana from Heaven for a “God of Small Apps” like me}
Well, this plugin for Firefox has been up for a matter of hours, and since MySpace simply refuses to publish an API, I suspect they’ll change something and break things before too long, but the good folks over at Performancing have managed to make a add-on that gives your blog(s) a “MySpace Mode,” which means folks like me can type up a blog for my home site (which is then mirrored to my LiveJournal site), and then flip over to the MySpace mode, and publish it there.
That’s crazy, Bill Murray.
Over at th’ Cheeseblog [linky!], our hero was talking about the hip urbanite moms (doesn’t sound like “Tha Hoochie-Mommies” I’ve mentioned to people before), and wondering if maybe she wasn’t cool enough because she didn’t own something called a “Hooter Hider,” (no, seriously: check this [link] if you think I’m making it up), and I kinda went off on a tear, so I’m reposting here, ’cause I can’t remember how to do those TrackBack things that put part of your comment on their blog, and the rest on your own.
So Cheeseblog, don’t read this, ’cause you already done didded from your very own spot.
Oh, and KarlaBabble? Go. Read. Link. For some reason, I thought I got YOUR link from CB’s, but it looks like I didn’t. So get on that bus. If you (everyone else, not Karla) haven’t read Karla’s blog, go there, too.
Okay, here’s what I said.
I don’t know how long they’ll keep it free, but www.hullo.com has released a beta of their foray into the VOIP arena. You can give it all of your phone numbers (I’m just waiting to see if they start spamming me with marketing calls or something), and you can dial out to land lines for free (for now, at least).
The UI isn’t TOO attrocious, either:
One major difference in the way it works though:
BOTH parties are phoned by the system when you place a call.
So, if I’m calling you from Hullo, I punch in your number in the program and hit connect.
My phone rings. I answer.
Your phone rings. You answer.
See what’s different?
The computer doesn’t handle the VOIP traffic – it only deals with the call management. We BOTH get to use our “real” phones.
It also does neat things like let you switch from a call at your desk to a cel without having to do the “let me call you right back” thing.
Very cool. Free, for now.
No more wearing those goofy-looking headsets.
Oh, and the Caller-ID comes from Quebec, so this might not work in all areas, but it is pretty neat for now.
So, I’m playing with the mind-gobblingly well-done new theme [Visitered Little] on my WordPress (go [here] to see it, if you’re reading this via RSS or LiveJournal, or something).
What do you think?
Now I just need to find a picture that I took that I want as wallpaper.
Just heading home from a night of esting too much food (seriously: $29.44 at the Mongolie Grill – not to be confused with the Mongolian Grill, where a schlub like me can eat “all you can eat” for something like $12) and then we went to a bar on Cordova where drinks were something silly like $4.25 and pitchers were $13.00.
So yeah. Happy birthday for Johnny Vancouver with alsoplus the 35 (like me!) And thanks for inviting me out with a totally different group of nerds (but still riot nrrrrdz nonetheless) than I usually hang out with.
Thanks also to the acedemy, Thinkgeek (for my “Han shot first” t-shirt) and to my wife, Arwen, without whom none of this would have been possible.
And a sdpecial thanks to the bus driver who told me I was waiting at a stop where the bus just plain doesn’t go after Midnight).
If I die on my way home, probably of a burst bladder, everything goes to Arwen, who is far more sane than I.
But Johnny Vancouver, whom I’ve done a podcast with, gets to be 35, which is a milestone that I have passed myself…
Happy (Burrrrp) Birthday, you magnicient bastard.
(Include Stormtrooper tattoo here).
Passed a very tall Asian lady with the following text on her bright-yellow shirt:
“Hola! Teach me to roll my Rs.”
Now, I’m used to weirdness on t-shirts owned by folks who walk the streets of Vancouver’s West End, but this? I don’t even… there’s… it’s like… huh?
And this, from someone who’s received a “What is up, my negro?” t-shirt from his mulatto friend, and who’s mulatto friend is now sporting a t-shirt that says “Pregnant is the new black,” so you’d think I wouldn’t be fazed by t-shirts any more.
One of these days, I’ll write a REAL post again.
Jake Ludington has put together a very cute little video of How to Make Chopsticks Kid-Friendly, which saves us the hassle of having to carry around the plastic rhinoceros-topped plastic chopsticks whenever we wanna go get sushi at the local all-you-can-eat sushi place, or even the local Mongolie Grill.
I don’t know where we’re supposed to get rubber bands though.
Last time *I* had any dealings with rubber bands, it was one of those rubber-band-balls, and I accidentally bounced it off someone’s head (seriously: NOBODY could have made this “thrown side-arm, off the fake drop ceiling, off her head, while someone was standing close enough to her to be blamed” shot). So yeah, I stay away from rubber bands nowadays, for the most part.
