Since I’ve done my share of ORF bashing on here (for the uninitiated, ORF is Austrian’s national broadcaster), I’m glad to announce that I’ve had the opportunity to sign an online petition that demands better and less politically motivated programming.
The great thing is that the people behind the petition are actually members of the ORF. One of their main targets is their boss, Monika Lindner, who’s been the General Director of the ORF for the last four years, and is quite probably going to be re-elected for another five years soon. She’s already publicly declared her love for the ÖVP, our very own, very conservative, so-called people’s party.
While I’m not convinced that the awful programing techniques of the ORF are due to too much political intervention, I do feel that signing the petition SOS-ORF is a good step to protest whatever I feel is wrong with their service. If you feel so too, go and sign it here.
Not only TV is jumping onto the soccer World Cup bandwagon, apparently bookstores need to set their priorities a bit straighter as well.
Seen in a Thalia bookstore here in Vienna.
PS: Finally I’ve been able to jump onto the soccer World Cup bandwagon by writing about something remotely connected to it, but still adding a bunch of tags that will lure unsuspecting hooligans and soccer aficionados to my site.
Pigeons are generally hated by urban people, and I’m no exception. I guess one of the reasons for my hate is their habit of stirring my girlfriend and me out of sleep at six in the morning. Living just below a roof that’s quite probably been isolated by a drunk circus clown in between his act, doesn’t exactly help in keeping the noise out.
When we saw the pigeons fighting, we were overjoyed to seem them slash each other. Unfortunately they decided to take it outside after I had snapped a few pictures of the pigeon-brawl.
PS: I especially like the dumb look of the bystanding pigeon. Sorta like with people.
In an attempt to abuse my massive readerbase to aid me in my sinister plans for world domination, I’ve taken the next logical step: I split my blog in two.
For all those of you who come here to read about my everyday exploits, rejoice! For from now on, that’s all you’re going to get here.
For those of you who value my learned view of all things technical, may it be the latest AJAX homepage, or yet another online feedreader, you will be happy to learn that from now on you won’t be diverted by my rants about medieval Bishops or crappy Austrian TV anymore.
Just head on over to tech.stormgrass, “The Excitement of Tech Stuff”, and enjoy.
This little badge:
will be sitting in this blog’s sidebar, clicking it will take you straight to my newly created blog of tech wonders.
Have a wonderful time, and don’t hesitate to leave a slew of emails congratulating me on my brave decision
It used to be quite difficult to get on TV (so I’ve heard), but the last few years have made it increasingly easier (so I’ve seen), not least due to the advent of talk-shows and reality crap like “Big Brother”. I always thought that, well, it can’t get any easier. Wrong!
The BBC has proved that it’s actually possible to get on TV and talk about quite an intricate subject, even if you’re just a cabbie and have a thick French accent. From the article:
The man, who had been waiting for his fare in the reception of Television Centre, found himself being ushered into a studio and fitted with a microphone after raising his hand when a producer called out the name Guy Kewney.
And since I’m all about multimeadia roundhouse kicks, here’s the direct link to the segment, as shown live on BBC.
Update: The cabbie actually isn’t a cabbie, but an IT expert, who was about to start a job at the BBC, writes Guy Kewney, the actual expert himself, explaining that it simply was a case of picking the wrong Guy. Apparently the IT Guy thought that being dragged onto live TV was some sort of initiation ritual at the BBC. Ah, British Humour.
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