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I have a thing about geeks…

So I have a thing about geeks. What can I say? I like their passion, I like the fact they’re slightly bumbling, I like the innocuous clothing, I like the fact that there’s a nervousness, I like the being a bit shy. These things appeal to me. But I’m only human, and a red-blooded one at that, so I have to confess that on occasion a fairly well assembled young gent will turn my head. Until now, the two have never before met in one individual… Presenting, Tobey Maguire as Spiderman.

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On problems with Blogger…

Blogger seems to have been buggered for at least the last 24-hours. I’ve lost many a fine post. Normal service will resume shortly.

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Do you know where all the celebrities hang out in London?

Do you know where all the celebrities hang out in London? If so, do me a last minute favour and go and answer this nice person’s questions over at TCN…

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Legal restrictions on hyperlinking…

There’s an interesting article at the moment over at The New York Times about a legal restriction on hyperlinking, which is pertinent to the KPMG debacle. One instance in which it is now illegal to link to something (in the US at least) runs as follows: “There had to be clear and convincing evidence that the person responsible for the link (a) knew at the time that the offending technology is on the linked-to site, (b) knew that the offending technology is illegal under the D.M.C.A., and (c) created or maintained the link for the “purpose” of disseminating the tainted code.” This refers to the distribution of DeCSS information that breaks the copy-protection on DVDs.

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I'm frustrated by dorkslayers…

I’m frustrated by dorkslayers.

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Approaching the sporadics of freelance life…

Particularly observant regulars may notice that I’ve removed the link to TCN from the right-hand column of plasticbag.org. This is because my short stint of regular employment is coming to an end. I have a week more before the sporadics of freelance life take over again. Thankfully I’ve got a large bottle of tequila left from Gideon’s last visit, so I doubt I’ll stay depressed for long…

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Simon's evil photos of me…

Simon is responsible for a lot of the evil in the world. Well – maybe not a lot, but he is responsible for a photo-diary including pictures of the latest blogmeet. And frankly that’s evil enough for me. Pictures include: Stilllife of unwashed Tom’s jowls next to hot bloke sans hair product, Portrait of the Brainsluice as a Young Drinker, Flathead and Coy Girl, The Insane Visionary, Scruff and Scrawn (featuring Tom) and Pannett’s Social Pose.

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Do I look like Jack Nicholson?

Will someone answer honestly – do I look like Jack Nicholson?

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On receiving my gift from my Secret Santa…

I received my gift from Secret Santa today. It was all wrapped up and I didn’t want to spoil it for myself, so I’m going to save it until Christmas Day. Apart from the frustration of keeping the system running (which is more of a frustration for Cal I have to confess, because he handles the technical stuff on this project), this has been a tremendously rewarding experience. I know that other people’s gifts have started to arrive as well – and I hope everyone’s feeling the mood take them over.

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There's nowhere to go but down…

The depressing thing about the Blogdex All-Time List is that there’s nowhere to go but down. In the few months that it has been up and running, I have gradually watched myself slump further and further down the list… Not that it matters, it doesn’t mean anything… It’s just kind of depressing that each time you pop in and check on who has been linking to your site recently, you see that it has become even less popular than such trivial institutions as Amazon, The World AIDS day ‘link and think’ campaign and some beardy gentleman called Jeffrey Zeldman. I mean – like anyone cares about them anyway? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, “It’s all about me…” When will you bastards realise that?