Year: 2000

“Women might be able to fake orgasms. But men can fake whole relationships.” Sharon Stone

There may come a day in your life when you find yourself so sick to death of your job, so overwhelmingly frustrated by the lack of respect that your very presence seems to engender, so totally bored by office politics and that boss who you’ve always found intolerable, that it comes to you that the only answer is to resign and go and find something else to spend your time on.

But those letters of resignation aren’t the easiest things to write. You have to be nice, don’t you? You can’t just tell the truth. You can’t catalogue every individual grudge and aggravation that you might have stacked up in your head. I mean, you have to think about your reference, don’t you? It’s important that you should leave in the same (apparent) good spirits that you joined with. But there is a place for all your petty grievances. And that place is called (satisfyingly enough) kissmyfreckledassbye.com.

I hope your hell is filled with magazines
And on every page you see a big picture of me.
And under every picture a caption should read.
Not bad for a girl from the gutter like me.

Finally, after many many months of me silently willing it in the background, Mark appears to have read Robert Anton Wilson’s The Illuminatus Trilogy. Not only that, but he’s put a version of the Principia Discordia on his site as well. He’s one of us now…

I have two projects in the pipeline at the moment, one a small one with Katy that is completely mercenary and about half complete. The other one is completely secret and hopefully very cool and very big. That’s all you’re getting from me at the moment.

Thanks to the guys at comp.lang.javascript I think I might now have a new cross-browser approach to the random weblog link button. Here it is: Surprise me. Give it a go and let me know if it doesn’t work for you. [tom@plasticbag.org]

I want to do a site that’s just like fray.com only kept for only really disturbing / sick stories. Nothing heart-warming. Like stories of the first time you felt even slightly sexual in your life or who you’ve fucked over most appallingly. Pill popping, wrist-slashing, stories of human depravity. Now that would be interesting.

There was a photo a couple of days ago on the front page of the Independent newspaper with the Cambridge Rugby team on it. I don’t suppose anyone could scan it and send it to me, could they? I’m trying to win an argument with a friend. [tom@plasticbag.org]

It’s a sad, sad day for the weblogging community:

beebo.org: Sorry.
Sorry–the “Metalog” and “Metalog Ratings” pages are gone, and they won’t be back for the foreseeable future.

8pm: I’m taking a quick break from the party because of some bizarre crushing gut complaint. I’ll go up again in about ten minutes. In the meantime, using the “follow a random link” bookmarklet, I decided to do some random weblogging. So here are five links that are five random links away from Yahoo!:

• Tim McGraw Undergoes Emergency Appendectomy
• Yahoo! Taiwan
• Antroposofía: La Ciencia Espiritual y el desarrollo interior del Hombre
• CallVet.com
• Ask Trevor