So, Lego is fifty today

Huzzah, and all that. According to the Gizmodo post on Lego, though, more than 400 BILLION Lego bricks have been produced in the last fifty years. 400 Billion. Where are they all?

I have a cunning plan…

Step 1 — Move to Canada

Step 2 — Start a highly profitable Cocaine smuggling operation. Why Canada?

Car. Snow.

Well, because they’re never going to find the evidence…

And the laaaand… of da freeeee…

Having just been in the land of the supposedly free, I figure it’s time for another poll. Well, it’s got to be more actually democratic than the US system is right now..

What should Alex write about more in 2008?
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* Note: Polling results are only indicative and are in no way binding upon Alex, who reserves the right to be bought out by special interest groups (as long as they’re cute and/or loaded) and delete certain special sections of his presidential archive “for national security reasons”)

One more thing…

Well, Steve Jobs didn’t bother doing one, but I am, even if I am now in chilly Calgary enjoying some time with relatives. Actually, it’s not one more thing — it’s three.

Part the first is at

Macbook Air: Apple drops another product: “Walking past the massive Apple booth at the Macworld 2008 conference, every couple of seconds I’d hear a different American accent cooing or squealing “It’s so thiiiin!”

Part the second is at

Let the games begin! “Going back a little further in Apple’s history, there were titles like Karateka and B.C’s Quest For Tires. Stop giggling in the back there, or I’ll thwack you with my old-man stick … if I can remember where I left it.”

Remember that verb shortage I alluded to in my previous post? Well, it must have struck pretty badly, because part the third isn’t a written story at all — it’s a special, Macworld Expo edition of the Australian Macworld Podcast:

Australian Macworld Expo Edition Podcast: “MJCP, Alex Kidman and Martin Levins ruminate on the keynote address, technological trickery and just how hot is Air?”¬†

Right. That’s your lot. I’m off to that soft, long thing that you.. y’know… rest on. Ah. Yes. A bed. I’d quite forgotten what one was like…

Never touch that switch…

I’m somewhat surprised that there isn’t smoke coming off my fingers right now — I’ve been a very, very busy little journo over the past twenty four hours. To just pick one, the following stories went live yesterday at

Why does Apple hate iPod Touch owners? “Now, it’s not unusual for a company to charge for software — in fact, there’s a whole economy based around it — but the iPod Touch software “upgrade” leaves a bad taste in my mouth…”

Accessories build success for Apple: “How do you know when an Apple product has been a resounding success?”

While I didn’t write it yesterday, the following feature also went live yesterday. But in an odd San Francisco-related note, it was co-authored with another journalist who happens to be in San Francisco right now:

¬†Ditch The Disc: A guide to online music and videos in Australia: “So you’ve sprung for a hot new MP3 player, or have set up a media player in your home. You’ve admired its glossy looks, digitised your music and video collection, and created themed playlists for dancing down the street. Now it’s time to take the next step — time to ditch the discs and get into buying media online.”

And there’s still more to come, Internet access notwithstanding.

How to get squashed in SF…

Namely, trying to get to the front row of the media section of the Macworld Keynote. A certain amount of shoving, running and hiding behind ex-NRL players got me into the third row in enough time to pen the following for

Macworld Keynote: MacBook Air, Time Capsule and Movies everywhere: “Steve Jobs announces a new super-thin Macbook Air, new iPhone/iPod Touch features, but one more thing… is no more things…”

So, you’ve just had a nice meal…

With plenty to snack on, all washed down with a few too many* Margaritas. Your stomach is full, you’re feeling content with the world, and you’re swapping a few bon mots with your fellow semi-inebriated wordsmiths. Suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, you spot a plaque on a wall, somewhat hidden out of view. Being the inquisitive type, you peer in to read it. There are plenty of things it could be — but once you’ve read it, you really, really wish it wasn’t this:

Our fast food isn't just bad for you. It's REALLY bad for you.

Wow. Just… wow. I mean, I know that the US is a somewhat litigious society, and that modern life more or less guarantees that breathing in may in fact cause cancer. Still, I guess I can work out why it’s hidden in a corner, at the same time as wishing I’d spotted it before walking in.

*In this case, a few too many is equal to “I lost count, and in any case they were coming out in tumblers, which makes it harder to measure…”