Insomnia combines with British Summer Time in upsetting ways. Where some days last week I have been awake until four or five in the morning, I suddenly find myself considering being awake until possibly six. In addition, one of my flat-mates has invented a new early-morning fruit smoothie torture (involving liquidisers). I will snap within a week and join a drug-addled travelling street carnival. It’s the only answer.
There’s a wonderful quote on Derek’s log at the moment, linking through to Kvetch (interestingly enough the very first thing I ever linked to on what-was-then barbelith.com). It goes as follows: “It takes more energy to frown than it does to smile, but personally I think its worth the effort!” ñJames
So you have a conversation with someone about politics, and they declare that by divine right they should ascend to the throne, or at least to a position as benevolent dictator-for-life, and you make a joke about that and then you think about it for a week, because you thought that you were getting somewhere with them, but maybe you’re not. So you think about it a bit more, and decide that you’re not really in a fit state to think about this anyway, so you send them what you consider to be amusing banner-ads and poster mock-ups for a pseudo politic campaign complete with an e-mail that says that you’d love to meet up again sometime soon, but that you want to get a few things organised beforehand so you don’t feel quite so inadequate about your life. Is that a fun thing to do? Is it the kind of thing that a stalker would do? Do we think it was a good idea?
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I went to a friend’s birthday party last night in this lovely flat near Angel. Almost the first thing that happened to me when I went into the kitchen was that this woman wandered up to me, said that she had met me before several years ago and that I had been extremely rude. I was, I’m afraid, slightly startled.
7.30pm One Hundred Percent Straight Night A night of programmes for straight, poof-hating men who are completely heterosexual and spend most of their time ******* ladies ** *** ****. [TV Go Home]
It is very important that you go out and buy Jeffrey Zeldman’s book on preorder: Taking Your Talent to the Web [Change Amazon Prefs]. This is particularly true if you think it is relevant to your life and / or work, but also true, because I think it is important to support people who produce creative work on the net. In the same spirit – you can preorder Derek Powazek’s Design for Community [Change Amazon Prefs] as well. The latter book is one that I’m really looking forward to – particularly after fighting for radical improvements (not as yet implemented) to Time Out’s ‘Rants and Raves‘ forums.
What Men Do When They Are Bored: When men are bored they do this. When men have a spare ten minutes they do this. When men are not stressed, or in a public place or have bigger things on their mind they do this. And they mostly do it when those things are going on as well. Once I didn’t do this for over a week, and I got all aggressive and macho. It was weird, but cool. I’d do it again if I could be bothered. Some men write weird shit about other weird shit that makes other men (ostensibly) do it. Some men don’t. Some men don’t really mention it that much, but then again some of them are having too much fun at the moment for it to be strictly necessary. Some men frankly don’t bear thinking about – particularly when they’re doing it – but I’m too nice to talk about them in a public place (you know who you are). You know occasionally you have to wonder if the people you used to go out with think about you when they’re doing it. Or maybe that’s just me. I sometimes wonder if even really major web celebrities do it? I would think that they do. I mean, they’re geeks right? I hear chicks do it too, but I think they have different techniques. (You know, this would be funnier if this was about hand-coding HTML or something, but I’m afraid it’s not. I really am that cheap. Link via Prol.]
This is indeed the grossest thing I’ve seen today. Aside: What does FOAF mean?
Meg explains the origins of “Not So Soft“.