Once again, the n00bs in the Australian Government’s technology departments (this time the Australian Communications and Media Authority) demonstrate their complete lack of acumen when it comes to the way the internet functions. This from Ars Technica:

Websites originating in Australia will soon be subject to a rating system that will tell users whether the content is appropriate for children of different ages.

Oh right. And exactly how is that going to work ACMA? What determines a website that ‘originates in Australia’? Tetherd Cow is written by an Australian, in an Australian city, on a computer connected to an Australian ISP. But, like HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS of other websites, the physical bits of TCA reside in a storage system in another country.

Please don’t embarrass us in the eyes of the world you stupid oafs. The internet is not, and will never be, confined to geographical borders. Let me ask you a question – if you think this scheme has even the remotest plausibility, why can’t you stop Russian spammers from filling up my Inbox?

Thomas Feiner & Anywhen. Just because I think this is a beautiful song & video:

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A Jumping Church

Reuters reports that Catholics on the Adriatic Coast in Italy are attempting to bring religion to beachgoing holidaymakers by using an inflatable church. Sunbathers can queue up to have their confession heard, and enjoy a five person choir singing hymns in the blow-up basilica.

Oh yeah! Now why don’t they bring that to a beach here somewhere? I’ve been itching for a chance to try out my new crossbow.

It hasn’t been all wine & crackers with the air-filled abbey though. The first attempt to launch it in Sardinia last month was aborted due to strong winds. Now really, if ever there was a Sign…

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Thanks to Kirke for this tidbit.

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A Gnome

Excellent! Some sad, unemployed thoughtful soul has hand-delivered me one of those bizarre catalogues of cheap knick-knacks of which I am so fond (long-time Cow Readers may recall past musing on such must-have items as the Leopard Print Toilet Seat and the Portable Plasma™ Globe from the awesome Innovations people). Today, I present for your scrutiny, from the Penny Miller Catalogue, The Cheeky Whistling Gnome.

Most people, when conjuring up a mental picture of Hell, imagine a place of molten lava with sulphurous flames and black oily smoke, populated by demons with pitchforks.* For my own part, I see myself arriving on the doorstep of Hell to be greeted by a Cheeky Whistling Gnome and ushered into a suburban house comprehensively decorated with useless bric-a-brac from Penny Miller. Thence I expect to be introduced to some irksome proponent of Intelligent Design who will regale me for all eternity with a diatribe of smug ‘we-told-you-so’s‘.†

But I digress: now for a mere $19.90, you too can have a door-stop gnome that will almost certainly propel your visiting friends into a state of near psychosis by assailing them with a cheeky/bold/naughty whissstle every time they approach your house. Somehow, this very same whissstle will also magically ‘deter’ intruders. Unwanted intruders, at least. Wanted intruders will be OK.‡

In addition, you may ‘Delightfully surprise your guests while allowing this cheeky gnome to greet them…’ I’ll accept suggestions for what sort of delightful surprise you might spring on visitors while they’re distracted by the warbling garden ornament.

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*Now where, do you suppose, that the idea of little red devils with pitchforks ever came from?

†No, Mr Creationist Visitor – I don’t really expect this to happen. This is a literary invention, offered here for the purposes of humour.

‡It strikes me that this gnome is MUCH scarier than this gnome…

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GEEK ALERT!: Another camera mod that will probably have minimal interest for most of you, but I’m posting it up because I think it’s cool, and because I think you need to know.

The other day I happened to be listening to a podcast that mentioned in passing that over-exposed, processed colour negative film is mostly opaque to all visible light, but readily transmits infrared. The over-exposed bit of the neg looks ‘black’ on the neg strip. It’s actually a very deep blue to the naked eye if you hold it up to a strong light:

A bit of exposed neg

Translating: the ‘blue’ bit in the negative above allows infrared light to pass through. “Well, what the hell use is that, Rev!” I can hear you say. “Our eyes can’t see into the infrared!”

Aha! Your eyes can’t, Faithful Acowlyte, but maybe your digital camera can… To check, find a TV remote and press any button on it while pointing it at the camera lens. If the display allows you to see a light blinking on the end of the remote, then the camera’s chip sees infrared. This means (I can see you’re ahead of me now) that you can record infrared images!

Why would you want to do that? Because it’s pretty and mysterious! Isn’t that reason aplenty!? Just clip a piece of the end of an old neg, tape it over your camera lens and Bob’s yer uncle! The film knocks the exposure way down so for best results, set your camera ISO on its lowest setting and use a tripod and a longer exposure. If your camera is a Canon point-and-shoot, you may be able to hack the firmware to get exposure times of up to sixty seconds.

Now, for some striking results, go photograph some vegetation. Here’s a lily in my backyard. The leaves are actually a deep rich green, but because plants reflect so much infrared light (they can’t use it for photosynthesis) their foliage appears red, and sometimes even almost white.

An Infrared picture of a lily

Now. How to record ultraviolet…?

Cow Cool Rating: ☆☆☆☆☆

A Picture of the Very Lonely Olga

Spam Observations #49

This morning I received a very touching letter from Rick Hadley, or perhaps from the very pretty, but evidently lonely, Olga. I wasn’t quite sure. Spammer Gender Confusion strikes again. At least Rick/Olga sent me a picture of “herself”.

Hi my friend!

I only wished to write to you the letter and to tell as in general my letter got to you! First I would like to speak a little about myself my name is Olga to me 29 years I live in Russia to Kirov. All the others wash data and a photo in the appendix to the letter data.

Olga, I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about. OK, I get that you live in Russia and you’re 29. But unless you’re trying to attract a geek with a laundry fetish, I’d lose the data washing. And even though I’m sure your appendix is as hot as the rest of you, a photo of it is something you might want to keep to yourself for a second date. With a surgeon.

I was in agency of acquaintance and to me advised yours e-mail the address I do not know whence they him took but they gave me yours e-mail that I could have acquaintance to you.

‘Whence’…? Nice. We do tend to mostly avoid it these days though. Personally, I like it and would happily see it make a comeback, but I think I’m in a small minority. I’m also partial to ‘heretofore’ and ‘wherewithal’ though they don’t get much of guernsey in day-to-day conversation either.

And I only wanted that you have spent about 10 minutes both looked wash a photo and wash data and received from you the answer you would like to have acquaintance to me or you only would not like this?

There we go with the washing again. If Olga is a bot, I think her data has been washed a few too many times.

Tell to me I so only the nobility it much would like. Also I shall wait much your answer.

Olga, I would very much like to oblige, but I am not at all sure what the question is…

I started to search the man as to me very alone and 29 years and I do not have man if you wish to begin with me correspondence or easier to begin acquaintance tell to me your answer. I shall wait much!

I hope your new friend well I hope that I can become for you friend Olga ! Can you send me you photo and story life on my e-mail

Olga encloses with her email a document with a strange name which I assume to be Russian for pleaseturnmypcintoaspamzombie.exe. Now, I don’t like to keep poor Olga waiting much, so, with the help of Babelfish, I’ve responded to her in her native language:

Дорогое Ольга,

Вы для вашей электронной почты. Я надеюсь что это находит вы наилучшим образом. Я нет на все уверенном чего вы значите запитком ваших данных, но оно звучает завораживающий. Я так люблю получить корреспонденцию от милых девушок в зарубежных странах. Какое обслуживание! Откуда, смогу я спросить вам, сделал вас найти мой адрес электронной почты? Я полюбил бы увидеть фотоснимок вашего приложения если вы имеете одно. Я буду держать его прикалывано к моему noticeboard для других насладиться. Вы никогда не знаете, один из моих одиночных мыжских друзей могло бродяжничать мимо и увидеть оно! Я надеюсь услышать от вас очень скоро.

Искренне ваш
Преподобное

Doesn’t that look convincing! This is how Babelfish says it should appear to her:

Dear Olga,

You for your electronic mail. I hope that this finds you in the best way. I no to entire confident of what you you mean by washing your data, but it is casting a spell. I so love to obtain correspondence from dear women in the foreign countries. What maintenance! From where, can I ask to you, he did make you to find my address of electronic mail? I would fall in love to see the photograph of your application if you have one. I will hold his to my of bulletin board for others to take pleasure. You never know, one of my single man friends it could wander by and see it! I hope to hear from you very soon.

Sincerely your
The Saint

I hope she doesn’t keep me waiting much with her reply.

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