No, I don’t understand this. Nor should you.
Author Archives: Alasdair
Make A Mr
Make you own Little Miss or Mr Men. God-like genius. (Hmm. I don’t seem to be able to publish anything new at the moment, so I’ll edit this to see what happens.)
A Study In Contradiction
Having week from hell. Brain melted. No longer entirely trusting of own judgement. Have resorted to old stand-bys to re-orient my sanity. Am listening to Tansads, which is always good when I need to de-stress a little. Will spend tonight hidden in bedroom, attempting to do something constructive in order to make myself feel like a worthwhile member of society again.
What does it say about the state of my head that I’m planning to retreat into my room, cutting off all contact with the outside world, in order to feel like a part of society?
Aging
So, that’s my birthday come and gone. Got far too drunk on Saturday night, for which I protest my innocence, and say that vicious people just kept on buying me drinks, and it would have been rude to refuse, wouldn’t it? Mind you, it meant spending Sunday with a stinking hangover all day, so I’ll get my revenge yet, you bastards. Many thrilling gifts recieved, for which I thank all concerned.
Soap Calibur
Via Lyssa, Soul Calibur: The Soap Opera. I haven’t laughed so hard in days.
Sad On A Number Of Levels
Bored at work. Not unusual, but I have an irritating large amount of work to do, and I’m just not in any sort of mood to do it. Still, things outside of work are going reasonably well. I’m managing to stick to my new healthy regime pretty well, and irritatingly, I feel better for it. Not that there’s anything wrong with feeling better, but damnit I liked smoking and eating crap. I have this terrible feeling that I’ll wind up joining a gym in the near future. And yeah, I know I’ve been planning to do this for the last nine months, but this time it seems quite likely, because I’m discovering that I’m actually enjoying the increased amount of exercise I’m getting. This is Not Right. If I start to show signs of becoming obsessed with jogging, or anything distreesing like that, someone please shoot me, because I’ll be turning into my uncle. Who, I discovered yesterday, has been getting threats from his youngest daughters ex-boyfriend. I laughed out loud at this, because on the list of people I’d fuck with, my uncle comes very near the bottom. Clearly, the daft wee shite has no brains whatsoever.
No Logo
Currently reading Naomi Klein’s excellent book No Logo, on corporate culture, the commercialisation of private space, worker explotiation and culture jamming. And then I come across a particularly fine set of culture jams: All Your Brand Are Belong To Us.
Sadly Gone
Monkee fans for Christ! Hallelujah, brothers and sisters! The Lord has given us back Mickey Dolenz and his mates!
But It Has Now
One day, this sort of thing will cease to surprise me. But not yet.
Came To Nothing
Metafiler: All your .org now belong to Verisign!
This is not good, and the outcry has been precitably massive. Here’s hoping it doesn’t go through – I’d finally found a domain name I was planning to stick with for as long as I could, and now the bastards are suggesting that it should be taken away because I’m not a non-profit corp? No chance. Anyone want to mail me and tell me how to set myself up as a non-profit corp?