The Temple of Bague Wasting bandwidth since 1997 - Now in our 27th wasteful year!
Game Diary / April 9, 2003 / John / 0
Wednesdays are interesting. Expecially around lunchtime. By the time you’re reached lunchtime, you’ve kinda dragged yourself up the hump of the week and are teetering on the summit seeing the vast expanse of Thursday and Friday zooming away at your feet toward the weekend. So, without further ado, we should let out a cry of
Game Diary / January 3, 2003 / John / 0
Back at work today, and God am I cold. The machine room in which I sit isn’t heated, it’s cooled. Basically, the three cabinets full of servers chuck out a lot of heat, and the cooling system kicks in if the temperature gets above about 20 degrees. Except, it’s currently -2 outside. Gaaaaaah. I need
Game Diary / December 29, 2002 / John / 0
The christmas rush panic and madness is over, thank God, so life can return to some semblance of normality. Tristan and Matthew are currently gubbing each other with death-rays in Godzilla: Destroy all Monsters. Makes a change from them arguing in real life, I suppose. Don’t know what it is about brothers (never having had
Game Diary / December 20, 2002 / John / 0
Forty-two minutes until the holidays – hooray! Had a hellish day today. One of our programmers made a slight hiccup in one of his mailing list scripts resulting in one of the recipients receiving 18000 or so emails. Not a happy bunny. As Systems Director, it was muggins job to phone round and apologise. Gaaaah.
Game Diary / December 20, 2002 / John / 0
Terrapi and Terra, reunited again. Terrapi is the well loved faded one on the left.
Game Diary / December 18, 2002 / John / 0
I had a crap day yesterday. Wasn’t good. After being up all night with a sick child, I came in to work to discover that our Internet connection was scarfed. Ended up being down for almost ten hours, and as we host lots of sites, our clients were somewhat distressed. Bah. Anyway, now is Wednesday
Game Diary / December 6, 2002 / John / 0
Gah, that’s all I can say. Gah. Today, I shall wander up to Castle Street and return Splinter Cell to the branch of game from whence it came. “But why?” you cry, “it’s the best xbox game of the year!”. Because, my friends, it is a hiding simulator. That’s what you do in it –