If you want to see pictures of someone who looks a bit like me, only fatter (oh and some other weblogging types) mooching around seedy bars in Soho, then all you have to do is get your fat arse over to NotSoSoft’s blogallery. My particular favourite: Tom is humoured by Luke. This happened a lot over the evening. Anyway – now to sneak them all onto amihotornot.com [ha!].
RE: Sex in Zero Gravity [from Wired]
According to Stine, it was “possible but difficult.” Stine also explained that the tank experiments revealed that sex in zero gravity would be easier if a helpful astronaut was available to assist the copulating couple by holding one of the two participants in place.
The dark satanic cult of the UK weblogging community met up again last night for Thai food and a booze-up in Soho. Statistics for the event are being quantified as we speak, as are the (gulp) photos (damn you Meg and Dan).
Interesting facts:
[People present included: Meg NotSoSoft, Dan Daily Doozer / Extenuating Circumstances, Popt Art, Matt Interconnected, DarrenMachineGo, Chris RaettigORG, NetDyslexia, Jen Threadnaught, Secret Squirrel, PlayingWithCobras, Luke Fez, Adrian Vavatch.]
People who say that there isn’t enough personal content on my site (and there are a couple) should learn to read between the lines, if you ask me. I can’t be expected to spell everything out!
Just a snippet today – this time about last weekend:
“Friday night decided I had to do something to pull me out of the exhausted self-hating funk I had been in, so i went out for a drink with Nick Hornig. We went out, got drunk and I ended up pulling this air steward who wanted to go to a club. I said that he should ring me at home if he wanted to come and join me before 3am. At 4am he rang – I was asleep on the sofa fully clothed and snapped at him until he went away. Turned my phone off and went to bed.
Saturday morning I get up at midday, turn on my phone and find that Will has arrived in London, spent the night out, had got lost in Richmond, dumped by his fling for the evening without any money, and had begged enough money to get a travel card to Maida Vale and a bottle of champagne.”
I’ve got to get me one of these: [bark with me: WOOF WOOF].
Things not to do when you want to sucessfully pick up men:
If you can not do these things, then you’ll probably pull.
Here’s an interesting article for you all:
“The number one thing that correlates with a region’s high-tech success is the concentration of gay people living there.”
[E-Village People from Washingtonpost.com via Metafilter]
Excerpts from a Subterranean Diary:
I’ve been spending a lot of time with Nick H. recently. We went out boozing on Friday night where I (kind of) pulled this air steward bloke, and then I spoke to him on the phone a lot over the weekend about the various things he’d got up to on Saturday night. And then we went out last night to see Bring It On (which was a bloody good film). I might be meeting him after the blogmeet on Friday as well to do the Popstarz experience up in King’s Cross.
My flatmates leave for holiday tomorrow, which leaves me with the flat to myself for a full five or six days. It’s going to be both lovely and slightly disturbing, as I’m in a bit of an isolationist space at the moment. On the one hand I will be able to relax and not have to deal with anyone at all, but on the other hand without someone to force me to talk to people, it is entirely possible that I’ll curl up in my room and not talk to anyone outside work at all. This does not seem to me to be an ideal situation.
