Four times in two days. It’ll be months before I update this thing again, y’know. Anyway, after some friends of mine took me to task in a worryingly serious and earnest manner a few weeks back, concerned at how they don’t see any evidence of certain sides of my personality in anything I do these days, I thought I’d better flag this up. The current entry at forgotten.org was written by me. I do have romance in my soul. It’s just well hidden. Now stop bothering me about it.
Faahmbly
So, my little brother is over visiting this evening, and I’m showing him loads of neat webstuff, like blogger. He’s just registered his own domain domain name automaticsmile.com, and he’s looking for things he can do with it. If you’ve any suggestions for him, drop me a mail.
Future Past
Twice in as many days. Gosh.
Today’s topic: Models for the future. No, not the clothes kind. Pay attention at the back there.
1) Problem: Art should be free, but artists need to make a living. Solution: Open Culture, an alternative method of paying for art. If this takes off, it could be very interesting indeed. Sadly, I don’t think it will, somehow. It requires a greater degree of altruism than most people possess.
2) Localisation. It’s good for you. Apparently. I’m still trying to digest this one, to be honest. I haven’t got to the opinion-having stage. If I make my mind up, I’ll try and remember to say something here.
Moving
Spent Saturday helping antony get shifted to his new home, and Sunday doing not-very-much. Pleasant weekend. Spent three days last week at home, rather than work, because I was on the verge of total collapse. Feeling considerably better now, but still trying to keep my workload down a bit outside of the dayjob. Haven’t really had a proper rest since January – even when I’ve been on holiday, I’ve been either working or partying, so rest has been in short supply, and I’m really not looking for a repeat of what happened this time last year – I suffered a total collapse, complete with being found lying on the floor asleep.
In other news, I’ve just acquired the domain name rain-street.org, so I’m looking for suggestions as to what I might do with it. Mail me if you have any bright ideas. At the moment, it just points to the frontpage of roadofhate.com, but I’d like to do something different with it. I just can’t decide what.
Meetup
What Alasdair did at the weekend: had a bloody good time, actually. Met two of the comics writers I admire most, which was ace. I’d met Warren before, years ago, but I’d never met Garth Ennis, who turned up by blind chance, which was a thoroughly pleasant surprise. I think avoided turning into a drooling geek. Maybe. Got to hang out with a bunch of top class folk as well, regulars on the Warren Ellis message forums.
On from there to a very pleasant housewarming in South Woodford, where I wound up crashing, then spending half of sunday watching DVDs on the filthy and impressive home entertainment system, eventually getting home at about 8 on Sunday night. Then it was “rescue the flatmate’s laptop” which didn’t go well, sadly.
All that said, though, it dawned on me over the weekend, that most of my friends are “involved” with someone these days, to one extent or another, while I remain single. This is not the sort of thought you really want when tired and emotional late on a Sunday night, as it starts down the distressing “what’s wrong with me?” route. Still, all in all, a very pleasant weekend. More like that, I think.
Exorcism
Remember, children: when people are mad, the best cure is to get some desperate old fraud to sit in a room with them and quietly piss himself.
Ring
Saw the Ring at the ICA last Friday, and have been meaning to mention it, because it was ace. Creepy as hell, like any horror film should be. Ranks up there with Woman in Black as a top horror. If you’ve any interest in horror, see this. Obviously, do not see any dubbed version that may be released, because it will be shit.
ECTS
So, I’ve been doing the ECTS thing, along with anyone else who could blag a ticket in. Fascinating and frightening at the same time. Lots of lights, bells and whistles, all very pretty. Also, spineless, gutless and filled with disgusting freaks.
Also reading books by Christopher Brookmyre, who I wholeheartedly recommend. And now I must go and work.
Some rotten…
Today appears to be weird/evil sex day.Necrophiliacs come out of the coffin. These people aren’t evil, just extremely strange.
Clarification
To clarify: it’s not that I object to NAMBLA having freedom of speech. It’s that I object to them being defended for free by the ACLU, and that they can avoid appearing in court and having to stand up for themselves.