Category: Random

Is it my imagination or does this incredibly disturbing page [thanks Mark] keep refreshing every twenty seconds?

Grant Morrison: “The word ‘BARBELiTH’ is derived from a dream I had when I was about 20 or 21 and coincided with my first structured ‘magical’ experiences and a minor nervous breakdown (in the dream, BARBELiTH was the name of some higher dimension or alternate reality). Like a lot of stuff in INVISIBLES I used the name unconsciously when I needed something to call the red circle that represents our Universe’s placental twin. I’d taken the etymology as far as ‘bearded stone’, which seems much less interesting and less weirdly appropriate than ‘alien stone’. My real life is getting more like the comic every day (in ways I should have suspected but didn’t really expect on this scale). There’s more on the red circle and its many meanings in DOOM PATROL #54, I just realised. That issue was written in near-trance so fuck only knows what’s been trying to get through all these years.”

Katy found Evil Pupil. I went to it. I thought it was great. I put it on my weblog. The End.

I had to bash together a quick Oasis interview page in the very narrow confines of Time Out’s templates yesterday. In about half an hour I produced this: The Brothers Grim. It’s OK, I guess…

I’m a bit weirded out by dvdauthority.com apparent working specs for a barbelith rip-off site (including the name of my site in the URL of all things). Anyone know what it’s about? Bizarre….

I’ve been waiting for this for a while, and I have finally been rewarded for my patience. Full glorious photos of Apple’s new products – gorgeous, unholy, beautiful evil things like a new keyboard, a new cube computer (not much use to me, admittedly having just bought one) and a new mouse that can only have emerged fully formed and perfect from Aphrodite’s armpit in that Botticelli painting. I am drooling as if drool never went out of fashion (1800s, if you’re interested). It’s like Steve Jobs is personally seducing me. He might as well put on suspenders and stand outside my house going, “Hey there, fancy a good time?”. Except that might be a bit gross. Oh My God. Anyway, who would have thought technology could be quite this gobsmackingly wonderful?

I’d just like to say thanks to everyone who sent me an e-mail or an e-card to wish me Happy Birthday. Thanks, everyone! Really cheered me up!

Thanks to jezebel for the wonderful card!

Let’s ignore for a moment the fact that it is my 28th Birthday today, and that I am completely weirded out by that, and that I don’t really want to think about it, but that it keeps appearing in my head like some spectre of impending death. Let’s also ignore these disturbing figures: Ten years since I left school, two years until thirty, several betrayals, seven years on the net. Please god, let us ignore much of what I’ve done this decade: somewhere in the region of six hundred trips to the cinema [working out at about £3000], ten different homes, innumerable arguments with my mother, around twenty flatmates and enough coca-cola to submerge a small country. Finally, let us be sure to ignore my accomplishments: a degree, a couple of abortive relationships, three and a half years working on a doctorate that never came to anything, nine months of temping, a journalism re-training course, five or six websites of greater or lesser quality, and a minor depressive episode.

I should put it all into an Excel spreadsheet. Or perhaps a web stats package. Referrals, impressions, hits.

Finally. Mark is back in the land of the blog-active. And with hands covered in urine, no less. How … revealing! Still – it’s good to have him back…

On a completely unrelated note, does anyone actually have the image that is missing from the article about the Mac G4 Cube at Apple Insider. Seems that Apple threatened legal action. I’d love to get me a copy of that…