An idiot's guide to backing up and burning CD/DVD images

As Peter Kent says, "smart people use idiot's guides", and you're clearly that because you're reading my site instead of buying his books. ;)

While legally distributed CD and DVD images, e.g. the vast range of Linux species, are available online in all sorts of obscure formats, they mostly appear in one of two flavours; they will have either a 'bin' or an 'iso' extension. To the end user there is very little difference between the two formats aside from the fact that bin images tend to be accompanied by a tiny configuration file known as a cue sheet. These are processed by your writing software rather than the archive file itself, and include all the pertinent technical information needed to extract and burn the file. Data CD and DVD images differ only in terms of size, the DVD variety being the larger of the two.

No matter what form your disk image takes, there are only two methods in which to get it up and running. The first is to extract the files to your hard drive and 'mount' them to a virtual disk drive - a designated area of your hard drive which simulates the operation of a burnt disk sitting in your optical drive. Choosing this path allows you to test a disk image before committing yourself to keeping it, or at least wasting a writable disk on it. If after play-testing a disk image, you find that it's not to your liking, you can simply delete the files and reclaim the hard drive space they were occupying.

For the remainder of this tutorial I will be concentrating on using disk images in the manner in which they were originally intended to be used; by burning them to a blank disk that is, so for more information regarding virtual disk utilities try searching my blog for the key phrase, "Daemon Tools".

Method numero deux involves burning your image onto a blank disk to be used in your optical drive in the usual fashion. To help you remember which tool you would use to accomplish this task I've gone to great lengths to conceive the following Laureate-worthy rhyme: "To burn a bin you need CD-R Win". Oh, you do flatter me! *blushes*.

Ahem ...so anyway, firstly make sure that your cue sheet and bin file are in the same directory and that the path of the bin file documented in the cue sheet is correct. You can do this by opening the cue sheet in Notepad or a similar text editor, and checking that no path information is present on the top line of the configuration data. Prior to editing the cue sheet this line might read something similar to FILE "C:\Temporary Files\knoppix.bin" BINARY, but unless you create a directory on your C: drive called "Temporary Files" and place the bin file inside it, CD-R Win won't know where to find it. This is why it is best to remove all references to a particular drive and directory leaving just the name of the bin file, like so: FILE "knoppix.bin" BINARY.

So with the preliminaries taken care of, let's get on with the show. Once you have installed CD-R Win, open the program and push the 'record CD' button followed by the 'load cuesheet' button, and select your cue file from the relevant directory. If you're up to the challenge, take a blank disk, place it in your CD/DVD writer and push the 'start recording' button. Perhaps you should take a breather before moving onto the next segment of the tutorial - I don't want to wear you out. ;)

To burn a file with an iso extension you will need to switch your CD writing software; Nero or Disc Juggler will do the job very nicely - sorry, I don't have a poetic ditty to make this more memorable. In this case all you have to do is select 'open' from the file menu, scan through your directories until you come to your iso file and select it. Finally you would simply press the 'write CD' button and put your feet up. The hardest part is finding the right software for the task in hand - once you know which software to use you're laughing. If for any reason you can't get hold of the above mentioned software, all is not lost - a raft of alternative programs capable of interpreting bin, iso and cue files are available from the usual freeware/shareware repositories.

I'm sure there will be occasions where you will want to extract the contents of a disk image without first having to burn them to a CD or DVD. A few examples include installing an operating system from the hard drive, installing an application which doesn't need to access the contents of its setup disk once transferred to your computer or extracting standalone utilities from CD or DVD compilations.

ISO Buster is perfectly suited to performing all these tasks as it can interpret and manipulate all the most popular disk image formats. If you want to create your own disk images, there's no need to switch tools as ISO Buster is extremely adept at this too. Have you got a CD or DVD containing critical data that you cannot retrieve through conventional means? Fret not; the author of ISO Buster prides himself on his application's ability to recover data from optical media no matter how mauled it may be.

Backing up your original disks

Despite the initial hype, CD and DVD media are not indestructible, and therefore to preserve them you may wish to use 'Alcohol 120%', 'Blind Read' or 'Clone CD' to make a backup copy of your disks. What these three programs do is dump the entire contents of a disk into a single image file, which can then be burnt to a CD or DVD, right away or at a later date. One question which is probably on the tip of your tongue at this point is, "but can't I just make a backup by copying the contents of a disk to my hard drive myself?". Yes, you could, but the chances are it won't work because it is copy protected. The crucial difference with using Alcohol 120%, Blind Read or Clone CD is that the copy protection is bypassed and the disk label is replicated exactly leaving you with an error free, identical copy of the original disk.

So where do you find these miraculous gadgets? Ah yes, I was coming to that. The official Clone CD home page is located at www.redfox.bz, Alcohol 120% you will find staggering in an intoxicated state at www.alcohol-soft.com, and you can visit the home of Blind Read by pointing your browser towards www.vso-software.fr. Trial versions of all three programs are freely available from their respective web sites.

Blind Read and Alcohol 120% are no doubt exceptional programs, but as my personal preference is for Clone CD this will feature as the exemplar used to illustrate the backup procedure detailed below. If Clone CD has trouble reading a particular disk you can try unleashing Alcohol 120% on it, and if that fails, finally give Blind Read a whirl.

Let's begin our foray into the realm of disk imaging by downloading the trial version of Clone CD. If you find it useful you can purchase a license for it later - the demo version is fully functional for a limited time so you will not miss any of the features on offer in the registered version while you test drive the program. Fire it up, and if you have purchased a username/serial number combination, enter it in the relevant space under the register tab before continuing to the main interface.

Insert the disk you wish to copy into one of your optical drives. Any of them will do if you have more than one to choose from, but bear in mind that your CD/DVD writer will often be more efficient when it comes to reading protected data compared with your ordinary CD/DVD ROM drive. Even if your writer is much slower than your ROM drive I would strongly advise you to use the former. A faster drive will only get the job done quicker if it can read the - often deliberately corrupted - data structure of the disk, which isn't always the case.

Skewer the 'read to image file' button with your pointer and select the drive in which you have inserted the disk you wish to duplicate. If it is a data disk be certain to inform Clone CD of this by choosing the data CD/DVD option. Similarly, if it is a game disk, select the game option before continuing (you don't really need me to tell you this, do you?).

Subsequently choose the drive you would like to store the image file on, making sure you have a sufficient quota of available disk space to work with, and finally give the destination file a name. Now if you poke the 'start disk read' button the data should begin transferring from the disk to your hard drive. This would be a good time to go away from your computer and do something useful for a few minutes; analogous to the burning stage, any break in the data flow can cause problems later on, so it is wise not to tamper with your PC once the process is underway.

When you return, the operation should be complete and all that will remain to be done is to transfer the data from your hard drive to a blank CD/DVD, so find a suitable disk and pop it into your CD/DVD writer. Then if you hit the 'write from image file' button, select your newly created image file and click on the 'start disk write' button, Bob's your mother's brother... or in other words, your work here is done. Congratulations, you've produced your first cloned original disk!

Since the authors of all three of these programs have aimed for idiot-proof operation, once you've used one you've used them all. The interfaces are very similar so you shouldn't have any difficulties porting your newly acquired knowledge of Clone CD when making use of its rivals. Because some programs of this kind extract data from disks using different mechanisms depending on the way the data has been protected, it is sometimes necessary to inform them of which copy protection scheme has been applied to a disk prior to imaging it.

If the program you are using does not detect this information automatically, you can do the detective work yourself by visiting Game Copy World and searching for the title of the game you are attempting to copy. GCW will provide very detailed instructions on how to copy each title, nonetheless, the only bit of information you need to pluck from the articles is the copy protection mechanism utilised e.g. SafeDisc, SecuROM, LaserLock etc. Alternatively you can instruct a third party utility to take care of the task for you. Once armed with this information, select the corresponding protection method from the relevant drop down menu and away you go.

An added bonus of using Clone CD or Alcohol 120% is that they both support CD/DVD emulation; that is deluding your operating system into thinking that the disk image on your hard drive is actually a real CD/DVD sitting in your optical drive. Windows never was the sharpest tool in the box, eh! Sorry, I couldn't resist taking a swipe at Microsoft.

The advantages of this are fairly obvious; it becomes unnecessary to burn a disk image to a CD/DVD in order to use it - very handy if you happen to have run out of blank disks or if you do not intend to keep the disk images forever. Beyond this, there is a huge reduction in data access times since hard drives are many times faster than optical drives. Also, if for whatever reason, a disk image cannot be accessed properly you will realise there's a problem long before you create a fresh new coaster.

You will find more detailed information and relevant links on this subject in others areas of my blog, so feel free to make use of the search feature if you're still struggling to get to grips with it.

Now you've so meticulously assembled your first backup disk, you're not going to want to just scribble its title on a scrap of paper and shove it inside a jewel case, are you? The answer you're looking for is "no"! Come on, work with me here will you? If you want to make your backups look more professional you can download scanned versions of the original CD/DVD inlays from the internet and print them out providing you know where to look.

Amongst these sites you will find covers for games, applications, audio CDs, video CDs, DVDs and... well pretty much anything that comes in a CD or DVD case really. These sites are undoubtedly superb resources, but please keep in mind that unless you own the original disk the artwork accompanies, you are breaking the law by downloading and using it.

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Close encounters with The Pod People

Since excitedly flagging down the MP3 player bandwagon and clambering aboard towards the end of last year I've been wracking my brains trying to concoct novel and inventive uses for my new gizmo. Topping the bill so far is transferring digital audio to it and playing the files back on the move. You can mock, but mark my words, you'll all be following my lead before you know it.

Music would be an obvious candidate, but then it's always been more of an accompanying treat for me. I like to let music wash over me while I'm doing something which requires a degree of concentration; reading, writing emails or articles and so on. In fact, I can't recall a time when I've ever felt compelled to sit motionless in a chair, staring at the walls simply listening to music. Within seconds I'd be propelled into action - I'd be tidying this, fixing that and organizing the other. I suppose I'm a casualty of the internet age - multitasking has become part of the natural order of modern life and anything less feels slothful.

On the contrary, when I'm out and about travelling from a to b I'm captive, incapable of getting my teeth stuck into my 'to-do' list and I can devote my full attention to whatever is being pumped into my brain through my ear-buds. In other words, my mind is free to listen to something a bit more stimulating than background music; audiobooks, political commentary, debate shows and news programmes, for example - all of which are available in 'podcast' format.

'Podcast' is a voguish contraction of 'iPod' and 'broadcast', the iPod being last year's best selling tech toy; a hard-drive-based MP3 player devised by Apple (as if you weren't already aware). While iPod users have certainly put free audio content on the map, you don't have to embrace this fad to appreciate podcasts. If you're labelled a positively subversive outcast for using a flash-based MP3 player then so be it. Personally, I like to flaunt my black ear-phones wire over my clothes against the backdrop of a Persil white t-shirt. One day my wild rebellious nature will get me into serious trouble. :|

A podcast can comprise all manner or combination of audio content that has been pre-recorded and jammed into a self-contained downloadable format. They are designed to be synchronised with your iPod or desktop via RSS feeds in much the same way as textual bulletins or articles, though should also be available directly without you having to wrangle with any kind of intervening software.
The emergence of podcasts appears to be a reaction to the lack of easily accessible online audio content. Many radio stations allow you to stream their programmes live, but this is only any use if you happen to be sitting near your computer when they're on air.

Other stations make 'on-demand' broadcasts available for a limited period of time, and while this is a step in the right direction, it doesn't make it any more convenient for you to capture this content and listen to it on the move at your leisure. This is precisely why it defies belief that some podcasters deliberately limit your access to their shows, forcing you to delve into their site's source code to locate direct links to their MP3 files. On one hand, they're sticking two fingers up to the frustratingly precious commercial stations, and on the other, they're following them down the same path. What's it all about, Alfie?

Niggles aside, podcasts have given a voice to Joe or Josephine Bloggs (Blow or Doe to you yanks), the average citizen who may or may not have an important message to convey, yet who does not have the leverage to publicise their opinions through traditional channels. They are revolutionary in that anyone with a computer and a microphone can get involved and penetrate a medium which used to be the exclusive domain of the rich and sponsored.

Whether anyone will want to listen to your home-brew broadcasts is another matter entirely, though in theory, anyone can become a DJ, news anchorman/woman or talk show host overnight. As you'd expect, whenever you have a free-for-all system like this in operation you get to experience the whole spectrum of offerings ranging from 'why did they bother?' to 'wow! he/she/they should be syndicated worldwide!'. Husking the pearls from a seabed of decaying debris is a rewarding exercise in itself - it's what makes talent scouts show up for work every day.

Some podcasts are actually just audio blogs i.e. someone has decided to read aloud their text updates for the sake of lending their sites an extra dimension. Others would be better described as audio archives of commercial radio shows. These are really convenient because you don't have to capture the streams yourself to be able to make them portable. Nevertheless, they aren't really in-keeping with the spirit of podcasting - that is amateur DJs, radio personalities or musicians embracing the opportunity to showcase their talents on a shoestring budget.

Not one for casually dabbling I visited Podcast Alley, what appears to be the most acclaimed podcast ranking portal, and proceeded to download a random broadcast from 10-ish cast entries from each category - roughly a gigabyte worth of audio entertainment. Over the past few days I've been transferring a selection of these to my MP3 player before setting off on my travels to and from work to establish which ones will find their way into my favourites list.

Through pure random chaos, first up was Barefoot Radio. I was impressed by some of the unsigned bands they plugged, couldn't hear a word of the prank call segment because the volume plummeted out of range at this point (I had gloves on and was trussed up like a cold Brit in March so couldn't get to the volume button), and was then aurally assaulted by a totally out-of-the-blue torrent of abuse aimed at an ex-friend of the host.

Listening to this retched, self-absorbed tirade transported me back to a time when I regularly found myself caught up in the middle of explosive rows between my parents; times when I would have given anything for a power-off switch. Curse you! - that's four whole years worth of therapy down the pan! ;) I didn't have a clue who he was ranting about and didn't much care to find out what he'd done to rub him up the wrong way (most likely he ate the last teacake or committed an equally heinous misdemeanour worthy of such a vitriolic diatribe).

Apparently, the guy is an f-ing, f-ing, f-ing f-er times 10, and so on and so forth. My three-year-old nephew has a better-developed vocabulary than this prima-donna. Christ! Either get some new material or make your point and move on! I don't want to listen to you air your dirty laundry. Ever heard of email or the telephone? Needless to say, I jumped to the next track long before this one ended. Somehow I don't think I'll be repeating the experience.

Getting off the bus I didn't catch the name of the next podcast because it was drowned out by the background traffic noise of some of the busiest streets in Manchester, but can tell you that the subject matter revolved around separating the many facets of contemporary life into one of two categories. Things either, like totally sucked ass dude, or you know, like soooo rocked. Before reaching for the 'next track' button again, I fleetingly wondering if it takes much practice to sound permanently stoned, or if actually being permanently stoned was the way to go.

"Ah, Free Talk Live sounds promising", I thought hopefully. I gather this one isn't quite a grassroots podcast since it's regularly aired on a variety of commercial stations, nevertheless, it was a breath of fresh air after listening to the previous dross. As the name suggests, the show is an ad-hoc phone-in affair directed by the callers themselves. That said, the hosts do a superb job of carrying the show - by offering their considered take on current affairs - whenever callers are thin on the ground. If you're looking for intelligent debate with few boundaries, FTL is definitely worth checking out.

Feeling uplifted by this discovery I was sorry to hear the final seconds of my FTL sample fade into silence. Following FTL was The Peanut Gallery, a podcast featuring a weekly-narrated short tale of the tall variety. I love the concept, the sardonic introductions, the delivery... the authors consistently present polished performances, spiked with vitality and set to appropriate music.

At present, there are only three to choose from; 'Last Words', 'Telemarketing' and 'The War'. For me, a short story should be fast-paced and conclude with a short, sharp shock, or an intriguing twist that leaves you ruminating over all the possible latent themes and symbolism. 'Last Words' fits this brief like a glove, and I have high hopes for the latter two compositions. Even if you have no more than a fleeting interest in fiction, audio or otherwise, this is a podcast which deserves a prominent spot in your bookmark collection. I for one will certainly be keeping a close ear on it in future.

Next in my track-list would have been a podcast called 'A Brit Abroad', only my MP3 player gave it a snooty side-wards glance, curled its lip with a snarl and refused point-blank to play it. It posed no difficulties for iTunes when I got home but was hardly worth the wait. It put me in mind of the sort of video postcards more tech-savvy travellers like to beam back home to their friends and family to keep them abreast of their adventures. These can be fascinating if you know the movie-makers personally, but pretty uninspiring otherwise. That some podcasters refer to their nearest and dearest without first explaining to the listener who on earth they're talking about leads me to believe that their broadcasts weren't destined for public consumption at all - that they somehow accidentally found their way into cyberspace. You went to who's 21st birthday party, and who got off with who?

I wouldn't have mentioned the show at all except it got me thinking about British accents. Why is it that my fellow Brits in all the podcasts I've heard so far sound completely alien to me? Great Britain is but a piddling dot on the world map - I've visited its north, south, east and west extremities and am familiar with the disparate dialects of its populace, yet when I hear them speak on air, my initial thought isn't, "ah, he's one of us". Is it that Brits who phone in to radio shows, or record their own, are a different breed entirely? Until I'm officially certified as insane I'll presume something fishy is afoot here and tread very carefully when coming into contact with these impostors.

Several months before discovering this whole podcasting malarkey, I had been searching for a new talk show host to keep me company on my way to work. A spot of Googling led me to a site hosting ripped versions of a phone-in programme called the Tom Leykis Show. I'd never heard of the guy until now (sorry to bruise your ego Tom), but reasoned that if someone had been going to all the trouble of capturing, editing (thankfully the commercials end up on the cutting room floor) and archiving a show which airs five times a week, it must be pretty damn good! Genuinely excited at this point (yes, I'm a sad individual I know), I downloaded a variety of his broadcasts - both past and present - to get a flavour of the kind of topics raised.

Every show opens with the same sound-bite:

"This is where America gets together to talk about the issues you (drawn-out, dramatic pause) reaaaaaaaaaaaally care about. It's a different kind of radio talk program. We're the radio talk show that iiiiis (another dramatic pause) not hosted by a right-wing wacko, or a convicted felon, no! I'm your host".

"Ah-ha, so we're going to be getting to grips with some of the Big Issues then", I thought optimistically. No such luck, unfortunately. To my disappointment, I found that Tom is pretty much a 'one-trick pony'. Once you've heard one self-absorbed pantomime, you've heard them all. The show exists to warn men of the wicked ways of money-grabbing, soul-sapping, devious, manipulative women. Tom aims to teach men to be as deceitful as he assumes most women to be so they can get "more tail for less cash" while avoiding the commitment of marriage, loyalty, responsibility and so on.

He approaches relationships in the same way a soldier approaches a battle zone - peril is presumed to lurk around every corner; it's a case of kill or be killed. The guy is so shallow he insists that the few women who call into his show inform his screener of their height, weight and cup size before being permitted to speak on air! In the event of him losing an argument with a female caller, having these statistics close at hand allows him to resort to calling them fat, greedy porkers, thus diverting our attention. The rules of Leykisland dictate that this renders him victorious by default. If his verbal sparring partners happen not to be obese, he employs his other hackneyed ruse; hysterically yelling at them to drown out any dissenting opinions.

In-between telling women to go on a diet and playing the same banal sound clips ad nauseam (every caller is 'taken out' in one style or another), he likes to point out that he earns a seven-figure salary, oh and has a well-stocked wine (vintage of course) cellar and can afford a Mercedes or three. I gather we're supposed to gasp and shrivel up like a raisin in fits of jealousy. Vacuous drivel aimed at the lowest common denominator - it's prototypical misogynist cavemen like Tom and his callers who give men, in general, a bad reputation. Until now I thought I was jaded and cynical - next to Tom, I'm a beam of sunshine sporting a Prozac perma-smile. I stopped listening because I was developing an unhealthy yearning to open up my wrists with something sharp and leave this world for good. Next.

Day two of my foray into podcasting kick-started with the very upbeat and easy on the ear Leo Laporte aka The Tech Guy. If you're American and fond of computers you're likely already more familiar with Leo than I am - apparently he was, at one time, the star of technical support TV shows, 'Call for Help' and 'The Screen Savers'. Personally, I've never watched either of these, but vaguely recall from bulletin board posts I've skimmed through that droves of fans were furious when they were canned recently (or the format changed for the worse). It looks like I missed the boat there, though the radio show seems to be plugging the gap admirably.

Leo really is a breath of fresh air to me seeing as tech talk shows (TV or radio) are far from commonplace here in Britain. I've worked in lots of offices where you'd be given suspicious looks for so much as broaching such geeky topics of conversation as internet forums, file sharing and the like. These same people were perfectly happy for me to resolve their computer issues of course, as long as I didn't go into great depth explaining what went wrong and how to avoid the same problem in future.

I'm a highly competent computer user (modest too!) so tend to find that I already know the solutions to caller's conundrums. Even so, I don't mind re-treading such familiar territory because Leo's commentary and news items alone are worth 'tuning' in for. He's an instantly likeable character who has quenched my thirst for nerd culture immersion (just don't tell the people I work with I said that).

It's a Saturday now as I write this paragraph, and the first one since summer last year to be blessed with a glimmer of sunshine. The blue sky is gloriously vivid, the respective vocal equipment of the local bird population has defrosted sufficiently to allow them to chirp out a sprightly ditty or two and people are brazenly stepping outside without their coats and gloves. Everything is generally hunky-dory. To make the most of this unexpected bout of warm weather I decided I would wander a bit further afield than I usually do - a-field and in the fields actually - it's been a while since I paid those horses a visit so why not?

Fully aware that the Dawn and Drew Show is presently the top-rated podcast, I enthusiastically loaded up my MP3 player with nothing but D 'n' D tracks and set off towards those awaiting green pastures feeling... well, however one feels when they want to say 'pretty darn chipper' without sounding like the antiquated Mr Burns of Simpsons fame.

I could barely hear the first instalment of D 'n' D. Even with the volume ramped right up to the max it was as though they were whispering... oh all except for that brief segment where the couple's pet dogs come bounding into the 'studio' emitting the kind of high-pitched barks that would wake the dead. Yeah, thanks for that chums. I have highly sensitive ears, though luckily don't suffer from a weak heart. You would have been hearing from my lawyers otherwise! :p

Anyhow, as the shows progressed, the volume gradually normalised. Upgrading their microphone helped to improve the quality of their output a bit too. Now the show was reaching my ears at a sound level detectable by people as well as bats and other creatures that use echolocation to navigate, I realised that it is totally unstructured and ad-hoc. This isn't necessarily a bad thing as long as you have something stimulating to share with your listeners. I don't think I'm being too harsh when I say that I didn't find discovering what Dawn and Drew were wearing and what they ate for breakfast on any given day especially absorbing. Is it just me? Am I missing something here? Why is mundane chatter about nothing of any great significance so appealing?

After subjecting my poor eardrums to a dozen episodes of the D 'n' D show I snapped and deleted the remaining tracks as if under the influence of an autonomic reflex. With an abrupt spine-quiver and shake of the head, I regained my sensibilities, switched to 'radio mode' and listened to that for the remainder of my journey.

If you've ever read an article about podcasting you will have heard of the Dawn and Drew Show. Although they can't claim to have jump-started the podcasting phenomenon, they are regularly alluded to as the 'poster children' of this contemporary art form. The husband and wife duo 'aired' their first show in September 2004 and swiftly ascended through the ranks of the Podcast Alley chart to occupy pole position. So clearly hordes of listeners are voting for them; what is baffling - to me at least - is why?

Geek News Central and MacCast have a lot in common; one specialises in 'puter tech-oriented information you probably shouldn't admit to caring about in polite company (maybe I'm being too Brit-centric here, I don't know?), and the other specialises in 'puter tech-oriented information you probably shouldn't admit to caring about in polite company, albeit with a heavier focus on Apple gossip, official announcements and helpful titbits. Don't get me wrong; I'm as geeky as the next techno-junkie (and don't mind admitting it... erm, online at least), yet at the same time recognise that not everyone I meet offline will share my passion.

To be honest, having listened to both broadcasts one after the other I didn't feel I'd gained any more than I would by, for example, scanning through the latest articles at Slashdot or Mac Rumors. I suppose what I'm trying to say is that they're essentially blogs in audio format. Again, don't get me wrong (you keep doing that, damn it!) - being the aural equivalent of such esteemed, staple-diet favourites as Slashdot or Mac Rumors is kudos of the highest order (come to think of it, this seems to be precisely the aim of some podcasts). I wasn't disappointed in the least and will likely become a regular listener on both counts; after all, you can't read a web site while you're pounding the streets getting your daily exercise.

Sooo like, what-ev-errr. That's my, like, breakdown of what, you know, like toootally sucks ass dude, and what, like, you know, oh my Gawwd, majorly rocks on, you know, planet podcast, and stuff, you know? If you don't absolutely agree with me on every single point you're wrong, you worthless, imbecilic, fat, ugly loser. Please accept my apologies; in the process of researching for this article I've overdosed on radio shock jocks and can't help picking fights with anyone who crosses my path, even the ones who wholeheartedly agree with me, yet need to be insulted for their own good regardless. Are you still on the line moron? Sorry.

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Welcome to my world

OK I confess, Kookosity is yet another blog. No wait, don't switch off just yet! It's a blog with a difference... a blog with a real purpose. Novel, eh? ;) Aside from being outrageously witty and irreverent (no really, honest) I'll be employing my pet project as a vehicle to impart all manner of (hopefully educational) computer-oriented sorcery. It will feature a myriad of tangential flummery - everything from retro gaming to movie and music playback, web design and computer building - dished up in the guise of tutorials, FAQs and opinion-based articles.

From time to time you'll catch me clambering aboard my well-worn soapbox to rant about the mess our esteemed leaders are making of planet earth and the lives of its inhabitants. Thrown into the mix for good measure will be a selection of random, waffle-laden musings, web site recommendations and other miscellany.

While anything goes, you'll never read about what I ate for breakfast, the current mood of my iguana/cat/dog/stick insect/whatever, or how long it took me to get to work on any given day... sorry. I believe in posting only when I've got something useful or at least vaguely entertaining/interesting to say so don't expect daily updates... hang on a minute, if anyone else said that to me I'd take it as an insult. :D

I'm not new to writing for the web - I've been doing so since 1999 - though have never blogged before. I've got a tonne of material I want to re-work and re-publish as it's no longer available anywhere else online. Some of this is 'time sensitive' so I'll have to backdate it to set it in its proper context. The rest I will post tagged with the current date as and when I get round to re-formatting it. Just so you know, if you get the impression you've read some of my ramblings before, it's likely because you've read some of my ramblings before.

In case anyone is curious about the origin of my blog's title, let me clarify. You know that character from the British TV comedy sketch programme, The Fast Show, called Colin Hunt played by Charlie Higson? The one who was always doing and saying really random, zany things to try to convince people he has a more interesting personality than reality would otherwise suggest. To hammer the point home he would often blurt out, "I'm crazy I am" while treating his onlookers to an open-mouthed, wide-eyed, showbiz double-handed wave. Are you with me?

Well that has nothing at all to do with it. 'Kookos' means coconut in Japanese. To introduce the tutorials section of my former web site I concocted this patronising, meandering 'internet-as-coconut' metaphor (it's full of untapped bounty, you need the right tools to crack it open and so on - in my defence it was meant to be tongue in cheek). Despite the corniness, the goal was (and still is) to provide information to help people get the most out of the net. I suppose adding the -ity part alludes to an object or concept possessing the essence of coconutness... or something like that. I'm sorry I started this now.

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How to read your Yahoo email in Mozilla Thunderbird, Mac Mail, Outlook Express et al

If you've got an e-mail account at Yahoo and would rather not have to return to their home page each time you wish to check for new mail, you can configure your e-mail client to download your messages instead. In future, all your Yahoo web mail will be conveniently downloaded to your inbox alongside your regular pop 3 e-mail.

To the dismay of a great many life-long Yahoo users, in April 2002 Yahoo decided to begin charging for this feature (known as pop 3 access). If you subscribe to their premium service it'll be business as usual for you, though even if you're not a VIP Yahooligan, this shouldn't spell the end for your Yahoo-email client relationship. With Yahoo Pops (or the Mozilla Thunderbird WebMail extension) you can continue to access your email through many of the most popular email clients, and reassuringly, as it emulates a pop 3 server rather than operating as an exploit of any kind, using it does not represent an infringement of Yahoo's terms and conditions. As a result you can continue to enjoy the convenience of pop 3 without worrying about having your account terminated.

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