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DVD sales were up in 2006, thanks to the record-setting December release of Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest. Other SF titles helped to drive sales up as well, including X-Men: The Last Stand and The Little Mermaid Platinum Edition.
I'm sorry? "The Little Mermaid"??? Sci-fi???
Jesus, that's pushing it a bit...
Wow, that's impressive. I've never really looked at HD, but some guy's taken a few frames of LOTR and compared the DVD vs HD images.
Nice.
Labels: dvd, hd, lotr, tech
http://geekologie.com/2006/11/roadblock_totally_screws_drive.php
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My answer:
Sat at my PC looking at your fucking website. WaddyafinkIwuzdoing?
Get this: http://www.scriptlance.com/projects/1165222093.shtml?ref=0
Read the specifications (the first line only - how's that for a spec!)
Then read the price the guy wants to pay for it.
Result! I wonder if I can get it done for half the price??
Funny story from Scott Adam's blog:
I went into the marriage fully understanding that the big decisions would be jointly made, and I’m okay with that because it makes perfect sense. Two heads are better than one. The part that caught me by surprise is how often I have to second-guess myself on the little decisions. And life, it turns out, is mostly little decisions.
This problem came into sharp focus while cleaning up after a holiday get-together with family. I found myself staring at a serving plate of thoroughly picked-over hambone and gristle and wondering if it was okay to throw it out. In my pre-marriage days, this decision would be simple. Not only would I have thrown it out, but I might have literally thrown it out the window just to see how long it took a raccoon to find it. Sometimes I like to do that sort of research. In those days, every problem had an obvious solution.
But now I am faced with a decision that presents many opportunities to be wrong. I’m thinking that the tray of ham debris MIGHT be garbage. It sure looked like it. But maybe Shelly had plans to make a soup. I had never seen her make a soup from a hambone, but life is full of firsts. Or maybe she already promised the bone to my mother-in-law for her dog. Knowing that I might disappoint a human is enough pressure, but now I had to worry about making a dog sad. It was almost too much to bear.
Labels: dilbert, scott adams
