Year: 2002

I am drooling at the thought of Photoshop 7 because it will be the first version of the software to run natively in OSX – which means I need never ever use OS9 again. Which will be nice.

Hands up who thinks Andrew Sullivan’s views on homosexuality are dull, conformist, apologist and retro? That many huh? Ok then. Hands up who cares about Andrew Sullivan’s Blogger manifesto? Wow. That few…

Question One: Do sites do features of weblogs because it guarantees those same articles traffic? I’m increasingly thinking that this is the case – webloggers love the approval of being mentioned in a paper – it makes us feel important (well it makes me feel important, anyway). Question Two: Can someone tell me what the phrase ‘so-called’ means in the following sentence (taken from this article about weblogging): “For the last two years or so, so-called Weblogs have slowly built a following among Internet users.”?

I have a bloody interview. I’m not occupationally insane after all. I have been assessed and found stage-one (of three) employable. Everything else is bonus from now on – I always assumed that it was just getting me in a room with people that was the problem. “Ah well he looks good on paper, but in person – eeeeesh….” or “Subject: Tom Coates – Makes inappropriate jokes at assessments about Jamie Theakston’s sex life – Do not employ“. But it turns out that I’m just not good enough for the jobs – not that I’m mad! What a relief!

Even the BBC loves The Strokes. Where’s your stuffy English public service broad-caster now then? Eh?

I got home last night around 1am, after an accidental curry and caipirinha and slumped immediately into a couple of episodes of Buffy and Farscape. I’m not going to defend my choice of late-night TV – I’m just telling it how it is. Anyway – next thing I know is that it’s five in the morning and I’m asleep on the sitting-room floor, and I have that moment of indecision when you think to yourself that just staying where you are would be better than moving to go to bed, but then I gave in to my sedate impulse and lay in bed wide-awake for two hours thinking about all the things I need to sort out in my life.

Today’s crisis of indecision regards the BBC. I was supposed to hear from them about this first interview yesterday. But I have not. Does this mean that I can expect a letter from them through the post in a few days telling me not to give up the day … er … – or does this mean that the message got lost when my phone was stolen and the SIM card transferred. Or does it mean that they simply haven’t had time to get around to it? This whole process has felt like torture and I’m more than slightly frustrated with them for not making it an educational and smooth-running application. But of course I can’t be frustrated – because I as yet do not know if the failure of communication is at my end.

I wonder how many people actually don’t realise what’s behind this card trick. It’s obvious right? Addendum For those who have not as yet figured out the trick – none of the second set of cards were in the first set. So whatever you chose would no longer be present…

To a user of Internet Explorer on Mac OSX, the “What Sex Toy Are You?” quiz is a beautiful set of constellations. Oooooooh. Pretty….

Google of the future? “I am Google! I find many good things. I find that pair of underwear with the little dice printed all over them. And I watch the tape of you with the life-sized Stallman puppet. These are good unique things. Many keywords and links! My masters will say ‘much good job, little robot!’ Many searchers will find happy links of Stallman puppet see you! Ahhhh.”