Category: Random

Another day, another piece of gloriously creative work. You know how it is. You’ve been there. We’ve all seen the creative trenches. I love the smell of Adobe Photoshop 7 for Mac OSX in the morning.

And several days after sending the e-mails to Blogger, my mail-to-blog entries finally appear. And have to immediately deleted. Of course.

There’s lots of new dumb stuff around the site today that I assembled last night and ‘made live’ this morning. I’m not going to actually point you towards any of it though. I’m not sure some of it is very good or appropriate reading. So I thought maybe you people could just wander around the place and read stuff and mail me with your comments, bug reports and the like. In order to pre-empt some of your criticisms, the new plasticbag.org now comes with slightly frustrating permalinks that don’t quite work right and are a bit of a fuck-up on Macs, which is depressing. But still. Permalinks. See how cutting-edge I am. Sigh.

I can’t imagine why anyone would be even vaguely interested in reading this again, but I found it online in an old rather badly transcribed form and decided to make it all plasticbag.org style sparky: Matthew Ford writes Read my diary.

Soul-searching question of the day: Look into your heart. Would you shag the Sven Snooker Streaker?

Three things about Mulholland Drive, seen last night with Mr Webb, Mrs Webb, Mr Henderson and some bloke called Tom from UMS. Firstly (of course) The Barbelith Thread. Then the (I fear superior) Metafilter thread. And finally the medium-cool Salon investigation.

You dirty so-and-so. You love it don’t you… I know you do. Watching. Not typing. Oh no. Just watching what other people have typed. Mmmmm. Oh yes. That’s the stuff… Watching people on kanoodle type in ‘teen boy decorating’. Oh yes. Or leering at the WWF Backlash requests at Yahoo! Buzz. Stop stop! It’s too much. No more. Don’t stop! Tell me Jeeves, are they still looking for the popular bridal website ‘Martha Stewart Weddings’? And Metaspy – expose yourself to me! Show me people searching for diseases of the middle ages? Or Hank Azaria? And don’t … ever … stop … showing … me search.com requests for Country French, Hot Rods and Custom Muscle Cars! Eurgh. And I’m spent…

It’s weird being inside the BBC when something like this happens.

In a frustrating hour at work in which I couldn’t really do what I needed to do because I hadn’t got the application that I asked for many many weeks ago, I decided to upgrade to Movable Type 2.0. And it didn’t take long to install. And it was of superb and elegant quality…

Diary of the Plague Years, Day Five: After much careful analysis I can only note that the mysterious semi-liquid is gradually thickening as the days pass, congealing and becoming more solid. And as it does so, my consumption of cold-cure medicines and tissues appears to be declining in parallel. If this can be said to be ‘improvement’ then I must consider myself ‘improved’.