Category: Random

Today I found a page in my referrers log which really quite interests me. It’s a Quick Essentials page for a fellow weblogger, which uses simple javascript window.open commands to open all the sites that he wishes to view on any given day in one go. When you click onto a link windows erupt onto the screen, allowing you to scan them all with tremendous speed. And each link launches sites with similar content. It’s an extraordinarily simple little piece of code, and ideal for an individual’s homepage. You may see aspects of its functionality incorporated into plasticbag.org over the weekend.

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Thanks to Francesca Gavin, London Media Maven, for sending me this particularly … juicy … link from the Ottowa Citizen Online: Dead slug was no treat for horrified snackers. It’s enough to put you off Rice Krispie Squares for ever.

A while ago I was talking about reading Alan Moore and Eddie Campbell’s From Hell – a savage graphic novel about Jack the Ripper. Featured as part of the book is the transcript of a letter purporting to be from the killer himself. In fact the book contains many dozens of letters written by the general public concerning the murders, each one claiming to be the perpetrator of the Whitechapel murders. In the news today, one such letter has been made public for the first time: “The so-called Openshaw letter is littered with spelling mistakes and bad grammar in a “Cockney” style, and is signed by ‘Jack the Ripper’.”. The article is a fascinating read, and ever more so when you read Moore’s fictional account alongside it…

Helpful insight into my work-related quandary? [cf. yesterday’s post]

Meg returns, and with a new design to boot – plus a really long piece of writing about why she went away and why she came back…

Because you can never push an obsession too far: Thanks to Davo for this particular gem:

This ridiculous list of Tom-related nicknames is brought to you via Mo Morgan. It neglects ‘Tomato’ and ‘Tomsk’ which are possibly the only two that I remember having been called. Oh, and Thos (rhymes with floss) which is what my step-father called me for about ten years while I squirmed inside.

Today’s reading matter of choice: An Incomplete Manifesto of Growth. Learn well, my children.

So you are working in a start-up company around Regent’s Park, and you’re only going to be doing it for a month, and it’s a very male company, and you’re only doing it four days a week, and they keep talking about football and the merits of David Beckham, and you don’t really have a clue about that kind of stuff nor are you really interested in pretending that you do. Is it worth making an effort to get to know people?