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Tom’s in the kitchen. Kate’s talking to him. There’s a knock on the door. Kate walks down the corridor and answers the door. “We’d like to talk to you about that church of Jesus Christ,” comes a voice. “BYE!” calls Tom down from the kitchen. Kate collapses in giggles. “Er. I don’t think we’re really the kind of people you want to be talking to,” she says with a smile. Tom walks down the corridor towards the front door. “Do you know anyone around here who would be interested in taking Christ into their hearts?” asks an earnest voice. “Most of our friends are Satanists, I’m afraid.” says Tom patiently. We close the door.

I wonder who owns www.invisibles.net?

Animal Impressions (1): Tom impersonates a bunny rabbit (2.2Mb). Animal Impressions (2): Tom impersonates a monkey (2.4Mb).

As Ben Folds [weblog] might have said had he taken a different career path:

“I’m rocking the net now,
Just like Jason Kottke did.
I’m rocking the net now,
Except that he was talented.”

If you read one thing today, make sure it’s this – it’s the kind of article that uncovers a hidden part of the world – it gives you a sense of what is happening just below the surface. One of the most important articles that Barbelith has published to date: The Autopsy – “Someone points out that your blood oranges-and-balsamic vinegar salad looks like a tub of organs. You laugh. It is well known that your colleagues will die young; that’s the way it is. You do not think about who will have to do their autopsies. Brooke Magnanti works in the death industry.”

From an e-mail:

Universal Pictures announced today they plan to make a film of the momentous football match that took place on Saturday. “Five-One” is the tentative title of what could be next year’s big summer hit, depicting the American national soccer team’s stunning victory over Germany.

Nicholas Cage heads an all star cast as the captain of the brave US Soccer team haunted by the trauma of losing in the 2000 World Cup final on penalties and the death of his wife in a riot caused by English football hooligans, and finds love in the arms of a female sports journalist played by Julia Roberts. Mel Gibson is the no-nonsense Swedish coach who leads them to glory, with Keanu Reeves, Ben Affleck, Matt Damon and Will Smith playing some of Cage’s heroic team mates.

Jeremy Irons is set to star as Sir Nigel Villiers-Smythe, the dastardly Englishman who coaches the German team and forces them to play with poisoned-tipped studs to try and cheat the heroic American team out of victory. Director Steven Spielberg defended the film-makers’ decision to focus on the American contribution to the victory over Germany and the inaccurate & even imagined events in the story, saying, “Obviously we’ve had to take some artistic licence to make the story work on film, but I hope that what we produce will be true to the spirit of what happened on that famous night.”

“When it comes to huge openings, a lot of people think of me.”

“Mr. Montulli’s first description of cookies can still be found on Netscape’s Web site. The document describes how a relatively few bits of text can perform tasks like identifying a visitor, tracking the items he is preparing to buy and setting a date for the cookie to be destroyed. In a whimsical example drawn from Saturday morning cartoons, Mr. Montulli displayed a cookie that might be set on a customer’s computer by the fictional Acme Corporation: Cookie: CUSTOMER=WILEE COYOTE; PARTNUMBER= ROCKETLAUNCHER0001” [link]

On the “Electric Telescope”: “I have read with interest the letter (No. 15374) of Mr Redmond in your last number. Though not an electrician, the possibility of transmitting images – built up, as it were, of a number of points – by means of a number of circuits, each containing selenium at the receiving end, as suggested by your correspondent, occurred to myself a short time since.” English Mechanic and World of Science no726, 21 February 1879 [link].

An afternoon’s excitement: Davo is finally back from ‘forn parts’ and has taken the day off to explore the wonderful world of dossery. We have decided to go play at Moulin Rouge this afternoon at Swiss Cottage. If you’re unemployed or lazy, why don’t you join us? We’ll be wearing fake moustaches and Groucho Marx eyebrows and eating too much sugar.