There's a 7-11 at practically every street corner in Vancouver.
The PS3 ALREADY PLAYS all the stuff XMBC does.
Except for MKV files, and except for certain codecs in AVI files, and except for OGM files, and except for certain subtitling schemes, and except for...
Sorry dude, the [native PS3 OS/XMB] doesn't play anywhere near "all the stuff" XBMC does
To answer your question: http://www.textfiles.com/underconstruction/
Already done. http://geociti.es/
Thick raindrops pelted the freshly green grass, the temperature barely warm enough to keep the rain from turning to snow. A few hundred meters away, a sheer mountain rose up towards the gray clouds, proudly crowned with freshly driven snow. But the entire valley was brilliantly green, a stark contrast to the mountain's white snow, and untouched by the worries of humankind. Here and there bunches of yellow and purple-blue flowers clung to the rocky sub-alpine landscape, shivering in the cold m
Wish me the best of luck tomorrow morning. I'll need it.
I finished book twelve of The Wheel of Time, the first book written after Robert Jordan's death. It's written by Brandon Sanderson, a young, up-and-coming fantasy author. The million dollar question that everyone is asking is, "was the book any good without Mr. Jordan writing the book"?
The answer is yes. Book twelve is in contention as perhaps one of the best in the series. But, with that being said, there is one glaring, very annoying flaw:
It's the year 2071, or somethin' like that. Nobody really keeps track anymore. It's amazing how what was once important becomes irrelevant when every day is a fight for survival. I pick up the shotgun laying on the dusty office desk and make my way through the facility. The throaty hum of 60hz is loud enough to make my ears ring, but that's just fine by me. My work here is done.
Land of Devastation
By: Thomas Matthews
Before I had the chance to attack, the Giant Newt leapt at my arm with its teeth gnashing. I tried to dodge, but the beast took a small chunk out of my arm. I threw it off me and pulled out my ElectroBlade. With one swipe, I cut the Newt into two pieces.
November 19th, 1987. Vegreville, Alberta.
I'm sitting in the basement, watching the title screen of "The Castles of Doctor Creep" on my Commodore 64. The game itself is good, but I'm more interested in listening to the music playing along to the title screen. The SID chip continues to play its rendition of Brahms' Hungarian Dance No. 5. I'm completely mesmerized. I don't know it, but this is my first exposure to classical music - through a computer. I won't know the title of the tu
The server that runs RRX has been in the need of some repairs, lately. One of the drives in the RAID6 array failed, both CPU's were hitting their temperature thresholds way too early, and the kernel needed to be patched to fix the sendpage() vulnerability, among a few other things.
So, having conquered the breadth of Liechtenstein (all 10km of it) by hiking, I decided to do the same to a somewhat larger country: Great Britain.
Hadrian's Wall was built around Emperor Hadrian's time, and demarcated the northern boundary of the Roman Empire. The wall spans about 134km from Britain's eastern seaboard to the west, and is still largely intact through most of the route. This plays very well to my fascination with borders and interesting hikes in general.