It’s probably not worth going into this in great detail – particularly as I don’t specifically know the detail. But the salient facts are: 1) Dorian came from someone and they’d done something to his eye. 2) His eye looked really really freaky. 3) I had a new digital camera and really really wanted to share. In related news Dorian was thirty today which makes him a soul brother to me in every way.
I have an almost overwhelming urge to buy this mug – except it’s got to be so expensive to ship cross-atlantic. Are there no caféshops (!) equivalents in the UK that are any good!?
So at the end of last week I entered into an e-mail debate with Simon Walden from Guardian Unlimited about the Best British Blog award. The debate was supposed to be a public way of voicing some of the concerns about the award that I’ve been hearing from people around the community as well as my own relatively strong feelings on the subject. I was approached because I’d made the loudest stink about the whole thing, I think, rather than because of any other criteria.
Well I’m reasonably happy with how the debate itself turned out – and in fact it’s now online at the Guardian in full. I’m less thrilled with the introduction that they’ve written to go on top of it, which characterises me, slightly unfairly I think, as a grumpy curmudgeon trying to spoil all the fun, rather than someone who thinks that the Guardian acted inappropriately. Still, never mind…
One of the terrible terrible (oh the pain) crises of weblogging is that when you have anything to write about in your life you have no time in which to write about it. So summaries of posts that I wanted to write but didn’t have time would probably be:
Ok. Have you ever played ‘Worms’? Were your tiny blobby creepy crawlies just a little too heterosexual? Did you hanker for some exploding thong action? Do you need a rolling tranny to bitch-slap your Village People friends? Then check out Gaylords – a b3ta-style flash game in which one or two poofs can take on lots of robo-poofs. And who is the genius behing this endeavour? Would you believe it’s Auntie Beeb?
So if you fancy a laugh go and get your lardy arse over to the Guardian where you can read all about My New Media. It was done over the phone – which was a bit weird – and as such is dribbling with the kind of weird rhythms that stick out like badgers in ice-cream in my spoken voice. But it’s also been edited down quite a bit which is why some of the comments don’t really make all that much sense… I might expand on the questions later in the day if anyone’s interested – and thanks to Laura Barton for putting me in there in the first place!
So it occurs to me that if the Cook Islands formatted their top-level domains in the same way as the UK does, then you could get a site which would end in .co.ck – which shouldn’t really completely amuse me, but somehow does anyway. If Austria did it you’d get co.at – which isn’t anywhere near as funny, but is a bit like my last name. If Canada did it and Lao People’s Democratic Republic did it too, and you combined them you’d get the name of a leading soft-drink manufacturer and the core ingredient in cocaine. Germanians would be speaking in co.de. In South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands you’d be able to hear the co.gs turning when you visited their sites. All Lithuanian guns would be co.lts. While Morocco would be in a co.ma. In Niger they’d have ice cream co.nes. Probably that would make Peru so jealous that they wouldn’t be able to co.pe anymore. There are many more potential ones on this page, but I’m at work so shouldn’t be buggering around…
If you’re a Mac OSX user (and as such probably using NetNewsWire all over the place since I recommended it a couple of days ago), then you might be vaguely interested in seeing who I’m currently reading! And if you’ve got NetNewsWire you can directly import it!
I’ve just experienced the first text ad that I’ve actually wanted to click on. More than that, even – I’ve just experienced the first text ad that against all the odds I did click on. What did it say? “Suicide girls – punk/goth girls. read their blogs, see them naked.” That’s got to be the best advert ever. Even if you’re a poof. And much respect must go to metafilter – even when it takes ads for porno, it’s got to be stunningly well-designed.
Fertile customers of plasticbag drivel-log – would that I had time to chat! But for the first time in over a week I have hot running-water at home and I’m so excited I might … wash myself! And I have a lot of self-cleaning to do – because after seeing these stunning Tufte-related diagrams I’m covered in a thick glutinous layer of human drool.