Year: 2001

This is indeed the grossest thing I’ve seen today. Aside: What does FOAF mean?

Meg explains the origins of “Not So Soft“.

Any and all translations appreciated: “malorama”.

Excerpts from a Subterranean Diary: I had this particularly weird night last night. I came home exhausted from seeing Meg and Davo, and slumped in front of my computer to check my e-mail. Ten minutes later I turn around to look at my bed. It kind of glares at me. Around two in the morning I give up and lie awake in bed. Four-thirty AM I’m still awake, sweating and uncomfortable.

After a strange conversation with Matt Haughey, I’m now really interested in knowing what Ev is talking about…

Advert: One man does not need two computers (unless of course one is a Titanium Powerbook). I have two computers. So I’m selling one. Now. I went into town today and got a frankly laughable offer (£100) for the whole package, so I’m opening this up to the floor. Does anyone want to buy this complete set-up for a ludicrously small amount? Either to cannibalise or use around the house. It’s not really built for games, but it works perfectly well. Conditions: You can buy any part or all of it, but you have to come and collect it from Maida Vale and pay in cash – and SOON. I’ll even autograph it if you want me to…

IBM 6X86 PR 200 Desktop
64 Mb RAM
56.6k Internal Modem
4 GB Hard Disk
24X CD ROM
Sforce S25 Speakers
Logitech Mouse (with little wheel thing)
CTX SVGA Monitor 15″ (14″ visible) Monitor
Deskjet 400 Printer
Plustek OpticPro 4831P Flatbed Scanner
Software:
Windows 98
Microsoft Office 97 Small Business Edition
[Excel & Word]
Paint Shop Pro 5
Age of Empires

Best offer over £150 for the lot received by Saturday night accepted immediately and without question. COME ON!: WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

Answer me this: If it’s so good to be back, then why were you away so long?

Placing my transparent mask upon my upturned welcoming face, I feel its cool edges slide down my cheek, its base lightly touching my neck. Behind this mask I am safe, behind this mask I am alone. I am cool, my mind serene and clear. Sacrificing all my self to another’s voice I feel my lungs swell and lift, my ribs arise with ceremonial pomp, my eyes lift, plastic-coated, to the sky. And from my gut it comes, an explosion of light, filling my vision, transforming the world in an instant of nuclear light; total personality destruction. And born from the awesome light, new features appear, slowly edges solidify; colour, texture and shadow condense. My nose pricks with new sensation – and as I feel my plastic mouth open, with my last inscribing thought, I know that there will now be sound.

At times I am amused by how little things change over time: plasticbag.org first entry ever.

I’ve had a fairly stressful couple of weeks and it looks like that is a trend that is likely to continue for a while to come. So I was really delighted when I received a package this morning from Caroline. Thanks so much, old girl for Bowie at the Beeb [Change Amazon Prefs] – not only is it bloody good, but it’s a welcome change of pace from all the mope music that’s taken over my stereo…