What does it say about ones proto-revolutionary zeal when one is excited about finally having a direct phone line at work. I’ve moved offices and now have a sexy (possible) G4 with DVD player and Mac OS9 as well. If only the monitor were larger. Although having said that, there have to be limits…
I’ve been having frustratingly brief flirt-mail all day from Sam in Cambridge. He’s busy building models out of whatever it is architects build models out of, and his hands (apparently) are covered in cigarette burns, superglue, sawdust, pen marks and the like. Which would explain the frustratingly brief bit I suppose.
“Calling all Londoners – Your City Needs You.” Or at least that is the message that is being broadcast 24 hours a day as the contest for the new position of Mayor heats up. There is a substantial site for the campaign [Mayor For London], posters have been springing up on every spare inch of wall space and almost every TV bulletin or newspaper oozes scandal or corruption or photo-opportunity.
In fact campaigning has been so widespread that it is rapidly nearing saturation point. Today, as I approached work, I was confronted with Ken Livingstone’s purple campaign bus, filled to the brim with grinning anorak-wearing octogenarians blasting poor quality pop-music with a half-hearted slightly embarrassed voice-over.
But who should you vote for? This is where Fantasy Mayor comes in. This seriously useful site first asks you who you were planning to vote for. And then it presents you with fifteen policy statements – you choose the degree to which you agree or disagree with them and then it presents you with a list of the candidates that you share most policy points with. The results are always interesting, and often not what you expect. Against all odds, I have ended up with Frank Dobson…
It just goes to show, flattery will get you everywhere! I don’t think you can even guess how thrilled I was that Barbelith was mentioned in Powazek’s Latest Interview. It’s an interesting article quite apart from the reference to me (although that is clearly the most important part)…
So I went out for lunch today with a group of friends and their friends and was disturbed to find myself feeling defensive and edgy which dragged me back about ten years to gawky teenage years of perpetual embarrassment. I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon and I can’t really understand why I should have felt that way, except that it coincided with the arrival of Fenner’s friend George, who for some reason unsettles me deeply. I think I find his absolute confidence unpleasant. From the point of his arrival onwards the lunch stopped being about a group of old friends getting together and chatting comfortably and started to become some kind of male competitive arena, in which mobile phones were carefully compared and examined, hair-cuts and clothing were noted for signs of appropriate consumption and physical presences were assessed for signs of weakness. I fear I was the only one feeling uncomfortable, and I could just as easily still be feeling the effects of too little sleep and continual vagrancy. I don’t know really…
Cause for horror today. Someone went and bought reptilebrain.co.uk [who is] which fills me with absolute horror since I had just resolved myself to the fact that I could buy it even though it wasn’t a .com (I am afraid to say that I think regional domains were a huge mistake and are completely against the spirit of the net). Anyway – this leaves me with a new quest – think of a new domain name for this weblog as soon as possible, so when the big move comes I don’t end up with cabbageboy.com [NOTE: Since checked and cabbageboy.com is in fact no longer available].
Touching sentiments indeed from The Rumpus Room:
“On a totally unrelated note, has anyone ever seen any other pictures of the Barbelith guy? That one blurry little picture on his site suggests to me that he’s quite the cutie-pie, and I want to know for sure. If he is, then that — along with the charm and talent displayed on his site — may be grounds for another one of my innocently aggressive flirting campaigns. They’re so much less risky with people overseas who I’ll never meet, after all.”
For anyone who actually is even the slightest bit interested in seeing other photos of me, why not revisit the horror of Slutcore? Failing that, there’s a rather dashing photo at Epinions.
Hmmm. Popular opinion seems to be that I do indeed have a boner for Zeldman. In his honour therefore, I am planning to spend all my available time worshipping at the altar of the mangod: The Jeffrey Zeldman Fanclub. Thanks to riothero and So I Say… for showing me the way. Halleluiah!
Tactless Advert of the Day
From Zeldman comes the astonishing Hoboken BrewHaus advert. Hmmm – spot-quiz: “Does Tom Have A Boner for Zeldman?“. I don’t think I do, but I’ve been talking about him a lot recently.
Insightful Thing of the Day
I stumbled upon the current Good News/Bad News special feature at k10k today, and frankly, it was great. All the pent up frustration that we all sometimes feel about the net along with all the reasons why we can find it so very exciting. All in a little javascript pop-up window, with elegant little design touches. Perfect.