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Tuesday, June 07, 2005


Games people play 


Found this fun little game tonight. Try to work out what Google keyword would return these images at Guess the Google . Thanks to the New York girl for the link.

Actually, I don't know how I could stand to play this game tonight because I've had it up to here with images today. We have ordered some new display panels at work and I've been working with another staff member on the graphics and text. Trouble is, she's 3,000 kilometres away and we are trying to do it via email which entails this kind of exchange:

Colleague, chained to a workstation somewhere in the bowels of an anonymous government building in chilly Canberra: Here are PDF files of the revised display panels. These should only require some tweaking of the captions now to finalise.

Me, Drowning under a mountain of cardboard boxes filled with promotional merchandise in a demountable building on a farm in tropical Darwin: Delete the picture of Tony from panel 1A, fill that place with the picture of the mosquito from second row right on panel 2B, John pic - third row 2A -has to be moved onto 1B because it doesn't fit with the text in the header. Captions: change the caption under Angus - bottom row 2C to......, delete the word vet from caption under right hand pic, row 2, panel 2B(there is no vet in the picture) etc... 2 hours I spent on checking one set of displays today because of trying to communicate complicated instructions via email that could have been done in 15 minutes with a bit of paper shuffling and a pair of scissors. Tempers are becoming frayed, friends are being lost!

I took some nice dry season sunset photos on my walk the other day and might post some tomorrow, it's too late now and I'm heading towards bed.

// posted by night-rider @ 10:58 pm #
Comments:
Isn't that always the way?
 
Yeah - technology is a surreal thing sometimes. I think it can work against efficiency. Makes things too darn clever and complicated.
 
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