Category: Random

Fury in W9: The Bank Holiday Weekend was summarily butt-fucked yesterday by Channel 4‘s decision to cancel the second Dawson’s Creek Day. Concerned citizens, when seeking an explanation for this turn of events, were horrified to discover that it had been cancelled so that the cricket, which was cancelled on Saturday due to adverse weather conditions, could now be played on the Sunday. A correspondent for the group, “Damn You Channel 4” had this to say yesterday:

“Mumble mumble mumble….C4 cancels Dawson’s Creek Day to show cricket instead….mumble mumble mumble…this means I have to get out of bed and do something else instead….mumble mumble mumble….” [Not So Soft]

Before wandering down the pub with the authors of plasticbag.org and lukelog.

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I don’t think I’ve ever done this before – I don’t consider myself to be a particularly tacky person – but holy crap is this man gorgeous… I was watching Eurotrash on TV the other day with Kate and Mella and suddenly this incredible creature appeared on screen. There was this collective intake of breath around the room. Kate, without any prompting of any kind, leapt up and wrote down (exactly) his rather complicated name, simply so that we could find something on him on the web. And found something we have. So I’d like to introduce you all to Oliver Bjerrehuus. If you feel you need to get more specifically acquainted, might I suggest you have a look at this picture. I need a cold shower.

I tell you, you leave Katy alone for one minute, and she wanders off to Crete to get completely trolleyed. I don’t know. Young people nowadays…

Well, it’s never going to happen again, so I may as well get a kick out of it while I still can. For (probably) one day only, plasticbag.org is #6 on beebo’s weblog ratings. I’m so pathetic. I can’t believe that matters to me.

Is it just me, or has Derek been at Blogger about the length of time it takes for a reasonably-sized booger to be ejected from one’s nostril during the process of blowing one’s nose? I don’t get it. I thought he was supposed to be Creative Director or something?

Yay. Boylog thinks I’m cute. How cool is that? And I quote:

“Tom has taken the big step and gotten a webcam. This is not good, as my attraction to him has now grown exponentially.”

Ha. Thanks to Luke, I now have an almost functioning webcam. This is a significant step forward for me – particularly as I have had such overwhelming trouble with Oculus (I don’t want to go into details, but it seems like a complete waste of money to me). I’m using StripCam now, which seems to do the job extremely well.

I haven’t built my little webcam pop-up yet, but in the meantime you can get direct and unedited access here (remember clicking on this link signals your acceptance of the terms of watching me mooch about in my bedroom): “I don’t care about Tom’s hair, I still think he’s fit”. I’ll neaten things up tonight, hopefully.

I should also point out that I have nothing to do with plasticboy.com – which is another currently operating weblog out there. Plastic everywhere. It must be a sign of modern living.

I should point out that I have absolutely nothing to do with plasticbag.de, that I think it is an amazing site, and that I didn’t know it existed until after I bought plasticbag.org. Otherwise – perhaps – I would have spent another eight months trying to decide on a suitable domain name.

Not that it would have mattered much, it seems, since at any point I can be defrauded of my domain name without the slightest possibility for recompense. Or at least this is how it appears at the moment: “Sex.com Wasn’t Stolen” [wired.com]