Category: Random

I am stunned to report that I’ve had a word accepted into the pseudodictionary. Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you ‘unsightful’.

It’s just not fair. I should be able to post to plasticbag.org during the day if I want to. I have to feed my baby. It’s so unfair.

Yesterday on Barbelith (so sue me, I’m stressed): Grant Morrison (Part One) – “In the first part of this archived interview from 1999, Grant Morrison talks about the Justice League, Animal Man, Alan Moore and 2000AD.”

Possibly the most useful thing in the world: images.google.com – and not just for porn!

Thanks to Luke for finding me a news story about the soon-to-be-released Pixies DVD retrospective. I’m awed, and a little scared by how excited I am.

My life has been saved several times by the kindnesses of young Davo. At this precise moment, however, I am unable to buy him a gift for his birthday (tomorrow). So I’m going to send all of you guys off to make his day special and cool (you can buy him shit too if you like) and then I’ll get him something when my finances are perkier.

Kerry and Sean got their presents. The wonders of Amazon.com vouchers. Twister, Pets.com glove puppets and an Austin Powers Shaguar. What more could two poofs want?

I’m not the Tom Coates that likes curling, swimming or hunting (although he’s kinda cute), nor am I the Tom Coates that is married to Judith. The most spooky part of this whole process is that I’ve seen both of these sites before. And it wasn’t on a vanity hunt for mentions of myself on the net.

My mother and father split when I was two years old for a variety of reasons. The last time I saw him was when I was four, and I don’t really remember much about him, except him buying me a present and giving it to me on the doorstep. I haven’t heard from him since that time, although my mother was contacted by him when I was six or seven. But since then, nothing. Not a word. His name was Thomas John Coates, and he’d be in his early sixties now. He worked in computers, and every so often I go online and try to see if I can figure out where he might be, if indeed he’s still alive. I don’t know that I want to meet him, but I’d be interested in knowing more about him. So if you get bored, look around for other Tom Coateses – and if you find him, let me know.

Today on Barbelith: Echelon (3) Protecting yourself – “So what is the threat to privacy that Echelon poses, and what can we do about it. In the third part of out Echelon series, Frances Farmer get practical.”

I want to sell myself to someone, I want to be owned. I want that sense of responsibility to go away. I want to be a thing that someone uses. Property. I don’t want to have to think any more. I want Charles in charge of me.