What’s up with Kottke?
Fun fantasy Apple stuff…
More fun fantasy Apple gadgets: the iPad.
On the Second Annual Bloggies…
They’re back, and this time it’s the Second Annual Bloggies. They’re currently taking nominations. Last year, plasticbag.org won a couple, making me “Best European Poof”. Which was nice! But I wrote less dull crap then, so with any luck this year, someone more deserving will go home with the huge stigma of caring whether or not they’re popular and end up being pointed at by friends at the pub and softly mocked.
Having said that, of course, it wouldn’t be sporting if I didn’t encourage my readers to vote for me. I mean – it would surely be a pyrrhic victory if people felt that all their contemporaries had already abandoned all claims to the throne. So please, feel free to nominate plasticbag.org for any or all of the following: Best European Weblog, Best Designed Weblog, Best Big Poof (Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, Transgendered) Weblog and Weblog of the Year.
Apple's next big thing?
Could the iWalk be the next Apple big thing? PS. Don’t believe the hype [Noticeable weirdnesses include discrepancies between colour and black and white screens, the fact that you never see the pen touching the screen, the fact that the text looks like it’s been sharpened in some way, the fact that the buttons and jog wheel are so different from the iPod, the sheer boringness of the product, the fact that very few menus are shown flying around (which would be the first thing you would want to get a video of, but would be hard to render). Etc. etc.]
Office starts working again…
Finally I have Office working again, which means that I can actually do some work. Hurrah.
Pay this man more!
The Weakest Link with drag queens. Whoever thought that up isn’t getting paid enough!
Flashbacks and Comic Books…
Flashback madness. I’m ten – I’m living in a little village in Norfolk called Belaugh. On Sunday mornings my dad drives to the nearest village (Wroxham) for the Sunday papers. Sunday is the only day of the week that the papers aren’t delivered. I look forward to this all week, because it’s pretty much the only time that I can guarantee I’ll be able to leave my village and do anything interesting (apart from go to school). More importantly, I get my pocket money then, so it’s all really exciting.
This particular weekend, my friend Adam is staying with me. We have remarkably similar tastes, and have been friends for a couple of years, since I started going to the Norwich School after leaving Town Close (where I was really happy). We go into the newsagents and start looking through the comic books. Now I’m sure I bought comic books before that – but I really don’t remember then. But I remember reading the comic books I bought that day again and again. And until about an hour ago I didn’t remember what they were – and thanks to the internet, here they are! If anyone knows a place in the UK where I can get these, I’d be astonishingly grateful.
Tom Coates Explains Everything (Part Four)
Brief answers only this morning – my throbbing head can answer all, but my fingers are incapable of typing… 1) To TomH I say, It takes seventy-three licks to get to the centre of a Tootsie Pop. And for the other question… What do you mean? An African or European swallow? 2) To Nik I say – If I could be anyone else in the world, I wouldn’t want to be William Shatner. And the entity which occupies the Shatner body chose him because he had a thing about hairpieces. 3) To Hewligan I say, I have thought about trying to write a couple of novels, but I’m really lazy and disorganised so I can’t imagine it will ever happen. I’m not going to tell you the plots, just in case they’re not crap, but they are called respectively “My day in hell” and “Prank”. 4) To Vaughan I say – you can’t ask three questions
– that’s taking the piss! So you get very small answers with no explanation – 1985, 2004 and because he’s very witty and dresses well. 5) To Paul I say – I have no sense of smell, I’m afraid – strange but true – so I will have to go with “burnt plastic”. 6) And to Tom Cosgrave, the answer to the question, “Why oh why can’t we all take it easy and enjoy ourselves in life and stuff?” is because Niezsche was right and Epicurus wasn’t.
On the Fray New Year Special…
The yearly Fray New Year Special is upon us once more. Twelve stories for twelve months. And you can post your own stories as well. You can see mine here.
Another New Year's Eve survived.
Another New Year’s Eve survived.