Month: February 2002

From Salon – and meeting a sudden spontaneous need on a Saturday afternoon: Everything you wanted about Memento.

Noted adult and husband Matt Haughey and a cadre of friends and co-workers attempt to eat more than eight Saltines in a minute.

I’m still waiting to get my rejection letter from the BBC for a position as ‘Community Producer’ that I applied for a couple of weeks ago. The BBC is clearly an organisation that is designed purely to attempt to break my spirit. Over the last year they’ve advertised quite a few jobs that have really excited me and I’ve had more than one interview. But I never get the jobs. I got down to the last two for one of them. But I still didn’t get it. Occasionally I wonder if someone I crossed as a teenager has risen to the top of the recruitment department and strokes a large white cat and howls maniacally each time I apply. In the meantime I can only link to amusing mock-ups of rejection letters [mentski.co.uk] in an attempt to keep my spirits up.

My crushes of the day are actor Jesse Bradford and punk-rock poof Stephen Trask. The Jesse Bradford pic comes directly from Ultrasparky‘s personal stash of half-naked celebrity pictures. Let’s all give Ultrasparky a warm hand.

The top 25 web personalities includes some well-known web figures, some tremendous surprises and a good proportion of good sites to bad.

While watching The Fluffer at the cinema, Davo and I were struck by some remarkable similarities between the names of some of the characters and the name of Ralph McGinnis, the young man who maintains Lacking in Emotional Circumstances, visited the UK last year and who designed the posters for the film. The main character (for example) is called “Sean McGinnis”. There’s also a character called Ralph Shifflett. Coincidence? I think we need to be told.

You can see Ralph’s work on the posters for The Fluffer at rs-erections. And I’m sure if you were looking for someone to do some comparable design work in New York, then he’d not protest if I suggested you talk to him about it.

As a female friend once said to me about penises, “It’s like carrying a remote control with you all the time on the off-chance that you might want to watch some television.” [inspired by Bart]

Can someone please explain to me why Interconnected isn’t read by everyone interested in the potential of online technology and interfaces? It should be. It really should.

The Anne Robinson of the weblogging world, David Pannett, blows the lid on Genie’s appalling customer service. Next week on Watchdog – Pop Tarts that kill.

It may be an amusing cartoon that displays a son’s reaction to his father’s record collection, but perhaps more worrying is that the clearly teenage boy has never entered his father’s private ‘back room’ before. What sick activities go on behind this family’s closed doors?