I have just received email with the subject line “Order status, Neo-platonist”.
I am sad to discover that it’s offering me the usual round of cheap drugs and 36-hour erections. I expected more.
Unreliable information since 1972
I have just received email with the subject line “Order status, Neo-platonist”.
I am sad to discover that it’s offering me the usual round of cheap drugs and 36-hour erections. I expected more.
But I was particularly taken with a few of the items I managed to turn up. The armour of Jamie Boardman served me quite well, for example, although the Wand Of Srcasm ran out rather faster than seemed plausible.
I was killed in an echoing oubliette by Johnmazzeo the owlbear, whilst carrying…
the Amulet of Whitenoise, a Figurine of Twicezero, the Armour of Jamie Boardman, the Sword of Mindwanders, the Dagger of Whiskey, the Sword of West Wing, the Wand of Sarcasm, the Shield of Writing and 134 gold pieces.
Score: 104
Explore the Dungeon of Alasdair and try to beat this score,
or enter your username to generate and explore your own dungeon…
I think I start to understand how people become workaholics. This is my twelfth straight day in the office (some of those days have been 12 hour days) and I know that I’m not thinking normally. It’s not just tiredness, it’s a sort of weirdly energised, slightly manic state that’s fun, in a strange sort of way. Part of my just wants to crawl home, and the other half is looking around for more stuff to do.
Accordingly: talk to me. Tell me of your problems, and Solomon like, I shall solve them. Or at least cut them in half. Tell me of the thing you want, or things that you just can’t get off your mind. Tell of things of interest, or at least diverting amusement. Ask me questions.
Anything, just for god’s sake, don’t let me curl up under my desk and sleep. I’ve got all these plates to keep spinning…
Firstly: Free Depeche Mode/Goldfrapp ticket
I have a ticket for the O2 Wireless Festival on Sunday, that, even if I have the time to use it, suspect I won’t have the energy. It’s free to anyone willing to come collect it from wherever I am over the weekend. (Tooting/Battersea Park/Angel being the likely options.) First come, first served.
Secondly: Art: Strandbeest
Strandbeest are in London, in the Traf Square area. Depending on time, I may try and go see them this weekend, with camera in hand.
Thirdly: Upcoming gigs:
So I don’t forget:
Gogol Bordello, 6th July, KOKO
Alabama 3, 13th July, KOKO
Flogging Molly, 25 July, Mean Fiddler
Fourthly: I would like to sleep now.
Or at least the Forth.
It was pointed out to me the other day that it’s a year since I was last in Edinburgh.
Something must be done.
Although not soon, as I am still at work.
Those few of you who have ninthart on your friends pages have probably just had the paged deluged.
That’s because today is Ninth Art‘s final update, and it’s bloody enormous.
After a bit over five years, we’re shutting up the shop. Not that, to be honest, it’s much to do with me. The article I wrote (my Top Nine comics, should anyone who hasn’t been reading 9A be interested) in this update is my first contribution to the site in a about two years, aside from a little bit of programming tweaking that no-one but I will have noticed, and prior to that, I was just producing the odd column. I’ve never had much to do with the regular running of the site.
Credit for keep the site running, week in, week out belongs to anw and antonyjohnston. Andrew has edited every damn word on that site (one and a quarter million words at a conservative estimate, or about 10 novels worth) and Antony has dressed up some 1200 articles with header graphics and images. Every bloody week.
So, please, give the pair of them a round of applause, as they shuffle off to the sanatorium, broken and gibbering.
Ninth Art will remain in place as an archive, and there’s a bit more work required to change it from a chronological publishing tool to a useful archive (which probably means I’ll spend more time tinkering with it over the next few years than I ever have while it was live) but for now, that’s all she wrote.
Just a note to self, so I don’t forget about it, since it’s a musical that I might actually want to fucking see…
Has anyone out there attempt to use PHP 5.1 to generate a PDF, and then have it load inline in IE6, while behind a login? (ie. with a session running).
Aside from needing a session_cache_limiter(“private”); prior to session_start(); are there any other gotchas I should know about?
Am I meant to be doing anything this Saturday?
For those parties that might be interested:
Flogging Molly are playithng the Mean Fiddler on Tuesday the 25th of July. Tickets available from http://www.seetickets.com . autosmile and I are going. Feel free to come join us.