Category: Random

A recurrent theme at EMAP in recent weeks has been the battle between Cal and I about whether or not Mac Internet Explorer 5 is a good or a bad browser. Seriously. This is the kind of thing that keeps us busy all day. Cal maintains that a browser that doesn’t conform to standards is a bad browser. I maintain that IE5 is not substantially worse than IE6 for PCs, and that although it has its problems, it has been lauded as one of the best browsers on the market.

Well now I’m prepared to throw the towel in. Who, in effect, gives a …. when IE 5.1 is out. I’ll let you know what I think of it when I get a moment…

Sigh. Another victim of the dot.com disaster – and one that you’d think would be the last to fail. How is it possible that a site that did nothing but show other people’s TV adverts free could go under? You’d think that multi-national corporations would be delighted by the free publicity, and by people watching and rewatching the promotion of their products. The campaign starts here to encourage Gap and all the other regular TV advertisers to pay to maintain the site – as they should have been doing so all along…

Trabaca is a beautifully designed, touching site by a young, intelligent and in-the-process-of-telling-everyone-he’s-a-poof young man. It’s bloody great, and if you don’t read it I’ll smack you around the face with an articulated truck.

Never before did I fully understand the horrible difficulties of being a great big nasty right-wing facist. And when you get bored of that, there’s a new quiz at TCN.

Right, that’s enough bollocks for one day. I’m off to a Chanukah party.

Random URLs that I tried that shouldn’t really exist, but do: Burn the World, whatthefuck.com, bored.com.

You know what? Sod the expense. I’m joining my local gym. Question – is it good to only be able to feel you can take the world on when you feel sexy? What happens when you stop feeling sexy through age? Or when you’ve got a bit fat and tired? Do you become a recluse and live in a hut? What then, eh? What then?

To what extent is it appropriate when one reaches thirty to still blame one’s parents for one’s complete inability to relate to other people and form long-lasting and emotionally satisfying relationships? Probably not fair at all. I should stop, really.

When I think of my parents, I think of that famous line, “With patricide, the parents are never completely free of blame”. I’ve always liked that. I don’t know where it comes from.

You know who else is cool (if under-represented on the interhighweb)? Serge, the Seal of Death. Now, he’s cool… Not hot, particularly. But cool. Definitely cool.

So I have a thing about geeks. What can I say? I like their passion, I like the fact they’re slightly bumbling, I like the innocuous clothing, I like the fact that there’s a nervousness, I like the being a bit shy. These things appeal to me. But I’m only human, and a red-blooded one at that, so I have to confess that on occasion a fairly well assembled young gent will turn my head. Until now, the two have never before met in one individual… Presenting, Tobey Maguire as Spiderman.