Archive for May, 2004
At last, I managed to buy a FFX-2. Unfortunately, the seller did not tell me
it’s a German version. We fight with the game. I mean I’m fighting with the
German language menus, I have “difficulties” with German. So I will try to
find the way to change it to English version. The game is fantastic, but the
new combat mechanism (aktivemodus, brrr) is too fast for me. I like to
meditate on the next turn. We did not figure out how to turn it off, yet.
Has anybody an English version for a German one (for Playstation 2)? Please! 
This week Olympus finally have shipped C-765 UZ cameras to Hungary. At last.
I have bought one, I’m quite happy with it. It’s a small 10X optical zoom,
4.0 megapixel digital camera with QuickTime video recording capabilities
(with sound).
The day before yesterday we had excellent Towel Day. The participants were:
Jul, Szimszon, Bmp, Kecsi and me.
What is Towel Day?
Towel Day has been declared by an internet movement to celebrate Douglas
Adams’ memory, it is set for Fri 25th May. The idea was that people carry
their towel with them everywhere on that day as a tribute to Doulgas Adams.
So carry your towel with you throughout the day, think about Hitchhikers
Guide to the Galaxy and Douglas Adams and spread the word of 42.
A citation from Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy about towels:
“A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar
hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value – you can wrap it
around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you
can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V,
inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars
which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini
raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat;
wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of
the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it
assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you – daft as a bush, but
very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal,
and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason,
if a strag (strag: non-hitch hiker) discovers that a hitch hiker has his
towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession
of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map,
ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc.
Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitch hiker any of these
or a dozen other items that the hitch hiker might accidentally have “lost”.
What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and
breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds,
win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be
reckoned with.”