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This is truly ace. The things people can do with technology. This is gaming 3.0 for Playstation 3. It's a longish video, but skip a few minutes in for the fun.

Courtesy of (and apologies to) Lionel Ritchie I've been alone with you inside my mind And in my dreams I've kissed your lips a thousand times I sometimes see you pass outside my door Hello (cool change), is it me you're looking for? I can see it in your eyes I can see it in your smile You're all I've ever wanted, (and) my arms are open wide 'Cause you know just what to say And you know just what to do And I want to tell you so much, I love you ... I long to see the sunlight in your (h)air And tell you time and time again how much I care Sometimes I feel my heart will overflow Hello (cool change), I've just got to let you know 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do Are you somewhere feeling lonely, or is someone loving you? Tell me how to win your heart For I haven't got a clue But let me start by saying, I love you ... Hello (cool change), is it me you're looking for? 'Cause I wonder where you are And I wonder what you do Are

Via Virginia . Circa 1999.

Australia's extraordinary last minute victory in the second test was one of those great moments that only test cricket can deliver. After five days of high quality cricket it all came down to the last few overs. With long shadows cast by the fielding team grouped impossibly tightly around the batsman, the rambling, drunken chants of the fans too boozed to notice the tension, and every ball carrying the threat or promise of defeat, it was an hour or two of test cricket at its best. Except. Fucken Ricky Ponting. With all the grace of a petulant 12 year old, the captain of the Australian cricket team, intimidated, complained and bitched and moaned his way through the entire final day. With Michael Clarke's third wicket in one over delivering the seemingly impossible, Ricky Ponting led the celebrations, thrusting his pelvis towards the Indian dressing room before leaping around with his team mates, oblivious to the shattered Anil Kumble whose stoic innings had come to nothing a

The following post is brought to you by the letter Snooze. Being back at work makes me feel like this: The heat makes me feel like this: and this: The prospect of some kind of cooling beverage after work: Indeed.