Neil Hopcroft

A long shot – does anyone know of a freely downloadable Bluetooth HCI emulator?

I’ve got a VM with a program that talks serial line (BCSP, though I believe H4 is an option) HCI to a device on a serial port, which I’m connecting via a named pipe to the VM host – I’d like to have an HCI emulation that sits outside the VM and can communicate as if it were a true BT adapter.

If no such things are easily available I’ll have to write my own, which is a bit more tedious than I really want to get involved with right now.

Cylindricals, conics, azimuthals, and others – all the map projections you can use.

“Midget Dressed as Santa Disembowels Carmelite Nun with Teeth”

“Jesus on Cheese” – demoscene divx’d

Attempt one.

Minor sealing issue.
Lid depth excessive.
Sugar caramelisation failed.

Coca-cola not Pepsi – nice to see adding spoonful of instant coffee to pep up your already caffeinated fizzy beverage has seeped back into the corporate conciousness.

“Peoples, watch brand new super quality video from album ‘back from the futer'”

Deresolution

Geophotos

Sing for me, Roomba, sing for me.

The clouds obscuring the moon are blowing from the Arctic. Theres a chill in the air. Not enough for snow, yet, though. The flights in the distance climbing into the ceiling, up beyond the layer of cloud, to pure night beyond. They’re heading east, Singapore, Hong Kong, Tokyo, for a new tomorrow, sunrise over Ulan Bator. A new life in a far off land.

And me? I wonder what happened to my bright new future?

A manual for tossers
(with links to many interesting and unusual photos, worksafe)

Well, at least I’m still alive…I didn’t start shaking ’til I got home. Gotta love the A14 – solid traffic til midday. Then my journey home, following someone being a bit hesitant about accelerating on the slip road. Lorry bearing down behind me, the car started indicating to turn off, then didn’t, just slowed down, so I slowed down but the lorry wasn’t. I’d made a plan to hit him so the lorry had another couple of foot to stop in. He turned the *wrong way* onto the sliproad out of the petrol station, just in time for me to accelerate away from the lorry before he got me – six inches, maybe. Too close for comfort – and time to make a will.

Lavjournal.com?