I’m spending some of this afternoon just trying to work out if I should care that this site looks appalling in Netscape 4.
Vodka, arm wrestling and blog-meet regret…
So I’m feeling a little rough after last night’s blog-meet – I suspect due to a confluence of factors including 1) Drinking three vodka tonics, 2) Drinking seven vodka jelly shots, 3) Drinking one green and one orange vial of vodka based crap, 4) As a result acting like a complete arse and fucking off Matt and, no doubt, several other people before stumbling home drunk and morbid. Notable moments include being beaten at arm wrestling by an incredibly skinny, ill-looking bloke, having my shoe ‘borrowed’ and placed upon the bar, nearly being licked, and generally misbehaving.
Meg on the smell of cake…
Quote from Meg: “I’ve been smelling Cake all day, and … well, you know how cake smells like death…?”
Funding Habbo by text message…
Attention Vodaphone Users: You can contribute money for furniture for the Barbelith Underground and GBlogs rooms on Habbo Hotel simply by typing this text message into your mobile phone exactly and sending it to 8222: habbo credits Orlando 5. This will cost you approximately 58p.
Another London webloggers’ piss-up…
With this evening comes yet another excuse for a piss-up from the London weblogging contingent. Find out all the information (as ever) at meets.gblogs.org.uk.
Fifteen minutes of online self-diagnosis…
Found via some article or other at Wired that I loosely skimmed on a whim (while contemplating the vague tension in my bladder that might shortly require a trip to the lavatory), the site mentalhealth.com has provided me with a good fifteen minutes of self-diagnosis fun. My particular mental illness? Narcissistic Personality Disorder. In retrospect it seems so obvious.
From Blue Jam to bishopslips.com…
From the makers of Blue Jam: http://www.bishopslips.com
Paul Burston on Eminem…
From London’s Time Out Magazine: Feb 14-21 2001 No.1591 (presented without comment).
“I’m writing this week’s column under my hip new pseudonym, Thin Cloudy. So when I say that I want to incite acts of violence against Eminem, I hope you’ll understand that I’m being ironic. And when I describe how I’d like to force him to suck my dick before slitting his throat open, watching him bleed to death and then dumping his body in a river, I hope you’ll appreciate how clever I’m being. And while I’m hiding behind this hip new persona of mine, I might as well tell you that it isn’t just blond white boy rappers I hate. I also hate the black ones. Niggers, I think they’re called.”
“Oops, sorry! Hope I haven’t offended anyone’s delicated liberal sensibilities. After all, it’s one thing to rap about sexual violence or joke about murdering homosexuals, quite another insult an already beleaguered minority. This, presumably, is why Eminem is so feted by the music establishment, and defended by clever music critics – at the end of the day, it’s only bitches and faggots he’s having a pop at.” [Paul Burston]
A: So, I’ve done the thing I was supposed to do. I’ve checked it and it’s fine, but I thought I’d let you know before I get X to sign off on it.
B: OK. Can I have a look?
A: Sure Here you go.
C: Hey, what’s that? Can I see?
A: Er, of course. It finished now, though.
C: Oh yes, I realise that. But could you do it in blue?
Wearing a T-shirt makes you a terrorist?
Wearing a T-shirt makes you a terrorist: People often ask me why I don’t agree with laws that – while they may be vague – if implemented properly will only benefit people. Well it’s the vagueness that worries me. Saying that those who ‘incite violence overseas’, even while not actually doing anything other than writing an editorial, should be considered terrorists is not acceptable. Most of the powers of the act discussed will not be used to subjugate people and take away their freedoms under this government. But any number of them could be used by subsequent governments whose politics we might individually find offensive, destructive or even personally damaging.