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Well, while there are laws about cybersquatting, it seems they don’t apply to big business.
Fuckers. I mean, I’m sorry about what happened to Katie Tarbox, but why does her suffering give them the right to make someone else‘s life more difficult?
Got this one from Tom, lest I be accused of blurking without credit
If this work, there’re now permalinks on my blog entries, just in case anyone gives a damn. Look for the […] at the arse end of an entry, if I’ve got this right.
I’m a Carton of Hate!
I’m a Wedge of Spite!
God, I want one of these.
This is starting to look distressingly weekly, rather than anything more regular, like I’d intended. And besides, I’m sure that there are more interesting things to write about that a brief summary of my weekend. Besides, I did nothing this weekend. Nothing.
A bit of work on Ninth Art, and a bit of reading. That’s it. Sad, really.
Weekend: Mostly quiet, inadequate amount of work done. Shopping on Saturday resulted in the usual couple of comics TPBs, albums by the Cocteau Twins, Bjork, T’Pau and John Lee Hooker. I blame one of my exes for the T’Pau album – she kept playing it at me in a vicious manner, and I woke up one day and found I liked the album. Also picked up a couple of large photo-posters – a New York Skyline (cliche, I know, but it’s a fantastic skyline) and a rather nice shot across the Seine of Paris in the Fog, and some more strange smelling oils and incenses for the room – I’m getting into aromatherapy at the mo. Finally, the purchase of Syphon Filter 2 for the Playstation lead to a revealing insight about me (ha!) – all the games I own are either single player only, or two players in conflict. This, I’m sure, surprises no-one that knows me.
Went out on Saturday night with Mark, James, Ryan and Ross. Haven’t seen most of them in a while, so it was cool to catch up with them – the new flat/job combo have conspired to alter my habits a bit, so I’ve been kind of out of touch…
Once again, a week without enough updates. So, what’s new? Well, there’s that big honkin’ plane crash, I guess. Someone I know posed an interesting question: As a result of this, will people be more concerned about flying Air France, or flying on Concorde? I suspect the later – all the press has been focusing on the fact that it was Concorde that crashed, not “an Air France plane”.
Hearing reports that the Director of Pi is attached to Batman 5, and will apparently be working with Frank Miller. I’m a little skeptical – Miller’s name has been linked with this for so long, but nothing has ever come with it. Each time there’s been a new Batman film, there’s the inveitable round of “They’re going to make The Dark Knight Returns” rumours… (NB: the link is to AICN, but it’s apparently turning up in Dreamwatch this month)
Finally, a decent net connection in the new flat. No more having to drag the laptop through to the lounge, because now I have an extension kit. Now I can be on-line in the privacy of my own room, which pleases me greatly. I haven’t been able to do this for years. Now, the Cure are playing on the Stereo, and I’ve got the the candles burning. It’d all be achingly goth if the room wasn’t decorated in yellow and blue. That said, I do have thick red velvet curtains, because they came with the room. This really is making me sound like some 17 year old with their hand nailed to their forehead, so perhaps I ought to stop now, before I make myself look even worse.
Normally, I’d dismiss this aort of thing as sappy, or saccharine, or just basically nauseating romantic twaddle, but reading.boy. reminds me of the first year with her. If I were feeling melodramatic, I’d probably capitalize that H, Her. I mean, we were engaged and all, and when we split up, I was wrecked, but y’know, it’s been a couple of years.
Still, reading .boy. really took me back to the good parts of that relationship. Edinburgh in the snow and streetlights. First night in the new flat, chilled Baileys by candlelight. Curled up on the sofa as she watched Titanic and cried as it ended while I read a book. Those snapshot moments of relationship joy, the feelings that will hang forever. Visit the site, you’ll see what I mean.