Just to clarify – I’m completely not grumpy about people referencing seeing links via Jason rather than me. He’s a much more reliable source of industry-relevant and fun links than I am – plus he doesn’t get all morbid about his career stalling twice a week. Very cool discussion of the KPMG controversy over at Metafilter.
You know what’s slightly annoying? Having your inadequacies as a meme-spreader brought vigorously into perspective through comparison. Jason and I both link to the KPMG link e-mail. I do not know who does it first – it’s certainly a close-run thing. Anyway – that’s irrelevant. But almost everyone who subsequently linked to it cited Jason as their source. What’s that about? I think it’s because I write really boring crap every so often for months at a time. That’s got to be the reason…
Created by the immortal Denise Wilton – graphic designer on Secret Santa – I hereby present B3ta’s cut-out-and-keep finger crab. And when you’ve made your own crab model, you can send pictures of yourself playing with it to The Crab Challenge.
Not for the squeamish: Bored of shagging actual men? Inflatable men no longer meeting your needs? From the people who brought you the female ‘real dolls’ now comes… the Male Realdoll… You have to wonder what kind of people would buy one of these. Warning: dodgy fake naked people designed for sex…
Fragments of a conversation about Grant Morrison and fictional universes.
You’re kidding me? This is IT?
Saturday afternoon was Monkey Magic with Corny and his family. There are times – horribly bizarre times – when I am become his wife.
This weekend has been a purging experience. I’ve mostly been ploughing through my belongings, throwing out things that are no longer relevant and organising everything else into carefully composed piles and sub-piles. I’m worried (of course) that these piles and sub-piles will recombine into a large pile at any moment. To avoid this, I’m leaving them in the middle of my bedroom floor as a kind of statement of “This is not finished – don’t even think of getting on with your life until I’ve been properly put away”. Three full bin-bags have so far left the room, full of holed socks, scraps of paper, ancient bills and scraps of paper.
Along with this process comes discovery. I’ve found a pad of over a hundred tiny post-its, each decorated with its own superhero face. Some of them have names and ridiculous super-abilities. Others brood anonymously. I’ve found amusing postcards showing the “Attack of the 50-ft Christ” and “The failings of New Labour”. I’ve found CDs which must never have had boxes to put them in, and more books than there are shelves to contain them. I have found more than my fair share of unused passport photographs – showing my transformation from long-haired naif through scrawny palid and all the way through my subsequent en-lard-ening. I could place them in a line and name the enterprise “The history of pie consumption”.
I was on the radio on Thursday night – LBC to be precise – explaining (and promoting) Secret Santa. At least I think I was – I wasn’t able to get home in time to actually hear it, and their archived sessions don’t seem to have been recently updated. I said beforehand that I would prefer not to do anything live, as I knew I’d get nervous and stumble over my words. And in fact I did that anyway, but never mind. Did anyone hear it?
So Tom Cruise manages to get another claim that he is gay squashed through the courts [BBC News]. This time a judge has ruled that the star isn’t gay. Quite how he checked isn’t mentioned. The interesting thing about this story is that if Cruise did turn out to be gay after all of this he’d almost certainly have perjured himself time and time again. The question is though – why do so many people think he is a poof?