Ah well – those of you who were looking forward to seeing a dumb picture of me in the Guardian tomorrow may have to be patient – or may even be permanently let down. I’m afraid the article looks like it’s been held back for a while…
It just keeps getting weirder:
Because the Catholic religion wasn’t quite ready for you until just now, we’ve decided to canonise you [see attached]. As a small token of our appreciation for our new-found object of worship, $10.09 is currently beaming itself to your bank account, via the magic of television.
All hail the new saint on the block!
This day is turning out to be one of the weirdest of my life so far. It starts off with plasticbag.org getting the Best European Weblog Bloggie, which is faintly ridiculous but nice enough. It progresses into having my site displayed in an article about weblogging in the Guardian‘s Online supplement and has so far ended up with a photographer from the Guardian coming to my house and taking pictures of me looking sheepish while kneeling on the floor of my bedroom in front of my computer. Thanks to everyone who voted for me in the awards and particular thanks to Wil Wheaton for not being gay or from Europe.
As part of my duties as Poof Ambassador to Blogdom (my stint as which runs until 10pm tonight [International Fairvue Time]), I have undertaken the mission of finding a same-sex date for a young male weblogger of American nationality, currently residing in Italy. If you would wish to apply for this privilege, then please contact the individual concerned immediately.
Strangest thing that I’ve said to anyone in ages: “I’m stuck in your head like a video camera”.
So voting is now closed on the Bloggies and the results come out this evening at the impossibly late time of 3am UK time. In the meantime, some scamp has put up a rather lo-fi UK alternative at gbloggies.blogspot.com.
Do you know a Tom Coates who isn’t – you know – me? If so, send me their e-mail address immediately.
I don’t like this game any more. I don’t think I’m Arch, Illicit or Warped!
I can’t stop myself linking to it because it’s so wonderful, but at the same time I’m dreading linking to it because I’m scared that the amount of traffic it might get when people realise exactly how cool it is might stop me from mining it to its core. The site is Singing Science Records – an MP3 repository of 50s Atomic Age Americana – songs that explain Friction, songs that explain Rainfall, songs that explain Newton’s Laws of Motion. I’ve already got all of one album, but there’s so much more wonderful stuff there to rifle through. A perfectly wonderful site.
Diesel Sweeties just doesn’t seem to understand the true existential pain of being an evil robot, relentlessly blunt and unable to fully relate with other human beings. That’s the only explanation I can find for their latest offering. On a completely unrelated subject, I’d just like to take this opportunity to apologise to many of my straight male friends.