Videoblog…not

Video blogging is all the rage, apparently..and now that I have a video camera expect me to promise to do one but never deliver. (you should be grateful)

That is all.

No it’s not (surprise!). A while ago Ian told me I should have an RSS feed on this site, probably because it’s extremely nerdy and the fact that only 3 people actually check the site the nerd factor would be multiplied several times. Anyway, I’ve tried producing an RSS feed with mixed success, mixed in so much as it just wont work for me.

Here is it anyway, check out that completely useless error message eh.

Royalla.net RSS Feed

I’ll have another go at it one day, maybe.

Classic Games Quiz

Jeremy has finally finished his Classic Games Quiz and while I grew up on this stuff I’m surprisingly crap at remembering which screenshot matches up with which game so beating me is nothing to shout about in the streets.

Here’s what he has to say about it:

There are 19 quizzes (quiz 20 is in development), with 12 questions per quiz, making a grand total of 228 questions.
The quiz now has a hi-score table (thanks Chris 🙂 which prevents overwrites with lower values (thanks Ian 🙂
It writes a cookie for each visitor, which tracks your answers, allowing you to return later (thanks Chris 🙂

It took six months to write (including testing, learning all the Perl and walking away from it for extended periods). It is 344 lines of code and the whole package is < 36k in total!

Check it out, I command you!

Cool stuff

I found a very cool blog by some guy, the content is all fluff but it has a really nice theme where every post is little note on the page which you can move around, close or bring to the front, check it out – Malevole – He has also created a handy random text generator application which will split out one to five paragraphs of random text, handy for blogs!

Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. He’s got style, a groovy style, and a car that just won’t stop. When the going gets tough, he’s really rough, with a Hong Kong Phooey chop (Hi-Ya!). Hong Kong Phooey, number one super guy. Hong Kong Phooey, quicker than the human eye. Hong Kong Phooey, he’s fan-riffic!

80 days around the world, we’ll find a pot of gold just sitting where the rainbow’s ending. Time – we’ll fight against the time, and we’ll fly on the white wings of the wind. 80 days around the world, no we won’t say a word before the ship is really back. Round, round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world. Round, all around the world.

Thunder, thunder, thundercats, Ho! Thundercats are on the move, Thundercats are loose. Feel the magic, hear the roar, Thundercats are loose. Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thunder, thunder, thunder, Thundercats! Thundercats!


Also, the catholic church voted an ultra conservative ex-nazi as the new pope, yay world!

Dog Shit to your door, overnight, guaranteed!

So some mental deficient decided it would be funny to smear dog shit all over our letter box on the weekend, not only did they wipe it on the inside and outside they also smeared it all over whatever mail was in there at the time.

If we lived in the ‘burbs I would just shrug this sort of thing off as random bored kids, but what the fuck? We live at least 100m away from our nearest neighbour and it’s not like we get a lot of pedestrian traffic passing through.

This means that whoever did this had to carry dog shit more than 100m and then spend the time to wipe it all over the letter box. A premeditated dog shitting is something I would never imagine happening.

So I went and spoke to a couple of neighbours to see if they had similar problems, nada. It hasn’t happened since so we will have to dismiss it as a random premeditated dog shitting.

I can’t imagine the mental process behind this act but there is obviously something serious wrong with the animal responsible and it scares me that it could be a close neighbour.

Maybe I should have called the police….if you’re reading this and I’m dead, I have been killed by the mystery dog shit smearer, call the police!

I meant to take pictures but I’m not sure they would be of any value other than to websites like www.ratemydogshit.com.


And now for something completely different

Shark 02

Dad was in the Navy for 20something years and as a kid it never occured to me that he could come home in a box one day. The families of the nine victims of the Shark 02 crash in Indonesia earlier in the week probably never thought of it either.


Copied from SMH

There were too many coffins, too many pallbearers and a guard of honour far too long. And there were too many families – nine of them – and you wondered: did it matter to them that their grief was shared across this and another land?

As Australia’s military dead returned from Indonesia yesterday, the personal moments transcended the national one. For Laura Ryan, the partner of pilot Paul Kimlin, it was the moment the plane bearing his coffin opened to reveal its load, and her public poise crumbled in tears.

For the sons of Leading Seaman Scott Bennet, Courtney and Jarryd, it was the moment a naval officer shook their small hands and gave them a medal for their father.

What appeared a clinical place to greet the fallen – gate 25 at Sydney Airport – was transformed; the sombre glories of military ceremony and these moments of personal heartbreak defeated the concrete and noise.

They were borne home in the rear of a C-130 Hercules, each aluminium coffin draped in the flag and lowered to a tarmac where waited a prime minister, a president, 100 men and women in a guard of honour, a band, a lone piper and 54 pallbearers from the Australian Federation Guard – six for each of the seven men and two women killed when a Sea King helicopter crashed on a relief mission on the quake-hit island of Nias on Saturday night.

What followed yesterday was a short journey that seemed to last an eternity. It took two minutes for each group of six carriers to make their precise march forward. From the honour guard there were 100 salutes for each; paying their own respects, the Prime Minister, John Howard, and the Indonesian President, Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono, bowed their heads nine times.

Nine hearses waited. But there were matters of state to be dealt with before ceremony could give way to the banality of the Glebe morgue. Mr Howard, Dr Yudhoyono and the Governor-General, Michael Jeffery, rose and walked the red carpet to bestow the honours of high office.

From Indonesia, there was the Medal of Valour, the highest award the country could give. They sat atop cushions which Dr Yudhoyono placed on the coffins; and from Australia, a vice-regal tradition – wattle for the dead. The Australian leaders wore it in their lapels, too. Major-General Jeffery straightened the flag on the last coffin, lay a sprig of gold, and made way for the families.

They moved forward in groups large and small.

Three women came first, then the larger Kimlin clan, its smallest member in a pram – Lieutenant Kimlin’s three-month-old nephew, Hugo, whose father died before he was born. He had known his uncle for just 19 days. Ms Ryan, distraught, put a hand to her face and kept it there. She had been remarkable in these difficult days. If mourning can ever be elegant, she had found a way. Her media appearances since Sunday suggested she wanted to honour his memory in calm dignity; now, on this incongruously bright Tuesday afternoon, it had become too much. She was not alone.

Further back, a middle-aged man walked the line of coffins. He wore military medals himself. His face was a study in loss.

They moved along, about 30 people in all, touching the nine flags. It was not clear that they knew which coffin carried their loved one; it didn’t seem that it really mattered. The Nias nine were joined by the manner of their passing, and by the time The Last Post played to end this procession, so were their families.

A minute’s silence, reveille, a lament. The caskets were loaded; the national anthem played. Then they were gone. The medals were passed to mothers, fathers, sons, brothers, sisters, wives. This was Indonesia’s tribute to nine people who had died in its service, too.

Dr Yudhoyono did not speak publicly. But in private, beyond the media’s gaze, he talked to the families, hugged them, acknowledging his nation’s sadness and gratitude. He was so moved, aides said, that he cancelled or postponed some engagements planned for later.

Angela Slattery, the sister of 38-year-old medic Stephen Slattery, said it was a wonderful farewell. “We were so proud,” she said. “It was very hard to hold back the tears, and so we didn’t today.”

Her brother had followed their father into the Navy 21 years ago. “He absolutely adored what he did,” she said. “He did not make a big fuss of his work.”

There were others grieving too yesterday. Aboard HMAS Kanimbla, friends and colleagues marked the occasion with a tearful farewell at sea. Once finished, the circle of sadness was complete.