Yay. Boylog thinks I’m cute. How cool is that? And I quote:
“Tom has taken the big step and gotten a webcam. This is not good, as my attraction to him has now grown exponentially.”
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Almost functioning webcams…
Ha. Thanks to Luke, I now have an almost functioning webcam. This is a significant step forward for me – particularly as I have had such overwhelming trouble with Oculus (I don’t want to go into details, but it seems like a complete waste of money to me). I’m using StripCam now, which seems to do the job extremely well.
I haven’t built my little webcam pop-up yet, but in the meantime you can get direct and unedited access here (remember clicking on this link signals your acceptance of the terms of watching me mooch about in my bedroom): “I don’t care about Tom’s hair, I still think he’s fit”. I’ll neaten things up tonight, hopefully.
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Plastic everywhere…
I should also point out that I have nothing to do with plasticboy.com – which is another currently operating weblog out there. Plastic everywhere. It must be a sign of modern living.
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On plasticbag.de…
I should point out that I have absolutely nothing to do with plasticbag.de, that I think it is an amazing site, and that I didn’t know it existed until after I bought plasticbag.org. Otherwise – perhaps – I would have spent another eight months trying to decide on a suitable domain name.
Not that it would have mattered much, it seems, since at any point I can be defrauded of my domain name without the slightest possibility for recompense. Or at least this is how it appears at the moment: “Sex.com Wasn’t Stolen” [wired.com]
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The future is masturbatory…
Sometimes I think it’s important to just feel good about yourself. So that’s what I’m going to do. I read a post at Metafilter praising blogger and then I read a snarky comment about weblogs in general. Such comments are bloody boring in my opinion, but tend to run along these lines: 1) What you write is pointless. 2) What you write isn’t much fun. 3) Why don’t you do something properly creative.
In fact, all three of these points can be described in one simple phrase: “weblogs are wank”. I find this kind of thing really amusing, as it seems to be wrapped up in a weirdly strict Catholic idea of what is appropriate sex. Clearly “wank” is considered “unproductive”, “wasteful”, “pointless” and therefore bad by these people. Weblogs are also considered “unproductive”, “wasteful” and “pointless” and also therefore “bad”.
But pretty much no one considers masturbation a sin any more, and a goodly proportion of the world seems to be up to it. And while some people are ashamed, most people are just getting on with it, some more creatively than others. I guess my question is this – why is there a double standard? Does everything have to be productive to be good? I for one am making a stand for the web masturbator. I say to thee: “build it, write it, show it off”.
The future is wank…
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On competitive impulses…
Christ. Plasticbag.org is mentioned twice on beebo.org’s metalog in two days. I think that’s pretty cool. Whether that means I should be out buying a pocket protector is debatable.
I had a long conversation with Mark the other day about beebo’s related Weblog Rating page. When I started weblogging, I got really involved in the fight for supremacy on this chart for a while – not in any aggressive way, but for some reason it really mattered to me. Then my interest gradually cooled off. Whether that’s because I got bored of the whole idea, gave up on it, or found something better to do with my time is another matter completely.
Mark’s still going through the competitive stage and I spent our conversation trying to persuade him to think of it as a bit of a game, and nothing more. But then I go and move domain. I’m a bit unsure as to the quality of the design, so I’m really sensitive to people’s opinions of the site. And of course all beebo’s ratings page consists of is a guide to how interesting people think your site is. Suddenly, quite out of the blue, I can feel all those weird reptile brain impulses creeping into gear again. It’s debatable whether or not this is a good thing. Part of me thinks that adrenalin never did anyone any harm. But then again, it’s only a web site…
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On British Blogs…
I started weblogging pretty soon after blogger launched. I think it had been going about a month and a half. And when I started, I don’t think there were many of us doing this, and certainly not that many in the UK. Tonight I was talking to a few UK webloggers (many of whom I am meeting up with on Thursday night) and suddenly realised how much things have changed over the last ten months.
So I decided to compile (more for my benefit than yours) a quick list of well-designed and interesting British weblogs. It’s by no means exhaustive, and is based heavily on Jen’s work at the GBlogs Gateway.
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I threw a little strop…
I was at work and I was talking to my boss and he revealed that they’d put the date of the launch of the new Time Out site back again, much to my surprise. So I threw a little strop, because I had promised them that I wouldn’t take a holiday until the week after the site launched (I promised them this a while back). After a little while of this ranting in an uncontrolled fashion, I now appear to have today off work, which is why I am awake at 1am mucking around with my stuff on the web, rather than lying in bed trying to get to sleep and thinking about work.
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I may be a porn star…
A certain friend of mine has pictures of me that he isn’t really supposed to have. His boyfriend has been enjoying these photos which he isn’t really supposed to have been doing. These photos have been sent to someone else on the web. I fear I may be a porn star.
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If Ivan Massow is 32…
If Ivan Massow is 32, I’m a hatstand – but other than that, I found this interview with my favourite ex-Conservative, “Gay who lost heart for the Tory fight” to be entirely absorbing. It’s interesting watching the press try and get a handle on him – is he a (i) big girly poof or is he (ii) a pseudo-aristo or is he (iii) pretty down-to-earth. As far as I could tell when I met him, he was a pretty foxy playful bloke with too much money (I suspect he’d agree), a reasonable dose of liberal guilt, and a little too much time on his hands. Doesn’t seem that complicated to me.