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Friday, November 24, 2006
...has been keeping me up on recent weeknights. It's being re-run as a prelude to a 10 year anniversary new episode to be aired around Christmas. Although I watched it avidly first time around, sufficient time has now elapsed for me to have forgotten the fine details. I've been loving it anew and the bags under my eyes are testimony to this. [ Showtime ends around 1am each night ]. The energy is still there. Innovative in so many ways. The tension, the plot twists and the delicious dynamic we all wished we'd enjoyed when we house-shared - only the reality was scummier and more mundane. It's looking a bit dated now but there's been nothing to touch it on telly since. If you've never seen it, think 'Friends' with sex, drugs, young lawyers, less cawfee, better plots and English accents.
Official site with loadsa stuff.
Look me up
Don't know about you but I hardly ever use a phone book to look up numbers these days. I didn't even get round to unwrapping my last one for about six months after it was delivered. 192.com are running a survey. You could win an ipod - which brings me to..
The other Steve
Co-Appleist, Steve Wozniak talks in detail about the birth of Apple, life, the universe and stuff which I found rather interesting. [ Link is to a video sequence player ]
18 Nov 2006
20 Nov 2006
Sign of The Times
Slideshow of The Times masthead since 1785, complete with recent fascistic makeover. Interesting that Times New Roman disappeared in 1991.
That is all.
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Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Uncanny and unnatural
So now we know what Jack the Ripper looked like.
So what would you like to know?
Ask me a question.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:04 PM
Monday, November 20, 2006
Quick questionPpppick up a penguin
a. Pack it in?
b. Calm down?
c. Get a grip?
Answers in the comments please.
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Sunday, November 19, 2006
Further to the German gay penguins I wrote about back in 2005 I learnt today that their New York bros, Roy and Silo, have been the source of a right wing backlash in middle America. Roy and Silo were in penguin lurve back in 1998. Back story here. They wanted an egg of their own and tried to hatch out a rock. After being given a spare egg which just happened to be lying around, their little surrogate daughter, Tango, was hatched. Unable to resist the diversity-positive role-modelling potential. [ Let alone the piles of wonga to be made from diversity-positive parents ] a children's book was produced. [ 17 used and new available from £4.94 ]. And now the diversity-negative Mommies of Missouri and Illinois are attempting to banish the book lest their offspring be poisoned by this tale of unbridled animal love. Probably best to buy them a poster of this. [ Might save lots of therapy later when little Arthur wants to be Martha etc ].
Update: Silo's gone off with another woman. Roy is a gay bachelor. Tango is 'continuing to socialise'. [ Missouri Mommy can breath a sigh of relief - it was a phase after all ]. It's better than Dynasty.
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Saturday, November 18, 2006
If words were coloursEmpty modern monument awaits ancient contents
If Bignjuicy were a colour scheme it would look like this. Fancy painting your living room in Vile Sickness? or your boudoir in Futtocks? or you could do Strangulated in the bathroom perhaps? Me? I'm toying with Pus for the parlour. Now Dulux will never be enough again.
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Friday, November 17, 2006
Q: What do you do with an empty massive white plastic dome in the centre of London?
A: Keep it empty for 7 years and then rent it out to an exhibition of ancient Egyptian artifacts.
Currently packing them in in Chicago, 'King Tutankhamun and the Golden Age of the Pharaohs' is due to arrive at the Millenium Dome in London in twelve months. In 1972 1.6 million people queued around the block and the clock at the British Museum to see the pharaonic plunderings of Carter and Carnarvon. It was the most successful exhibition in Britain ever and I missed it because in those days a trip to London was more akin to visiting Turkmenistan never mind Tutankhamun and, anyway, I was more interested in acquiring my next Airfix fix than spending hours queuing up to see a load of gold stuff belonging to a dead bloke. Such simple tastes in my youth. [ Angel Delight anyone? ] So, it was with mounting excitement that I learned of the the impending arrival of what seemed like a new Tutankhamun blockbuster in London. The website has a pretty commercial feel. Would a scholarly outfit include the phrase, "Give the gift of King Tut" on their homepage? I think not. Sadly, reading more widely reveals that there have been mixed reviews for this show. Many have been lured by the marketing materials which feature an image remarkably similar in appearance to the gold death mask which has become emblematic of Tutankhamun and ancient Egypt to some degree. [The item featured is actually a mini coffin which was a travel case for King T's liver]. Many have been expectant that this is a repeat of the 1970s show, "For the first time in 30 years..", runs the strapline. From what I've read, this is nothing on the scale of what I missed all those years ago. But having looked around the online virtual tour I think it may still be worth a look. I just won't expect it to make up for what I didn't see in 1972. I remember they were saying at the time that it was a 'once in a lifetime' opportunity. This of course was in the days before low cost air travel. Does easyjet fly to Cairo?
Unfortunately named Catholic social theorist / ethicist / philosopher and political economists: no 1
- [ at least his parents didn't call him Crüsty ]
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Thursday, November 16, 2006
Guess who's coming to town?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:07 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006
I was thinking the other day, if you travelled forward or backwards in time you'd find yourself in a world where you knew had a lot in common, humanity wise, with the people you found yourself with but you would not have a lot in common, everyday knowledge wise, with them. I imagine the effect would be quite disorientating and I wonder if you would ever get used to it. It would be a bit like being an immigrant to a new country. Sure you could make a home but there would always be something missing. This lead me to think that we are at our best when we are in our 'own environment', the one where we feel most 'at home'. We can function most fully when surrounded by the things and people we know. We can aspire to higher levels of existence because we are unconcerned with everyday survival. Good old Maslow [ interesting that he was a child of immigrants ]. So I wondered if I feel 'at home' and therefore am I at my best and I have to say that I don't think I am just now only I can't quite put my finger on it but I'm sure I will sooner or later. I feel the call of self actualisation but I seem to be spending too much time cleaning the toilet - if you get the picture?Yawn
Smacks of stupidity
If I decide to get into hard drugs I'll probably need to start doing some burglaries to support my habit. Like the scumbaggia that burgled me last year. [ Bastards - you'll get yours ]. Getting hooked on smack [ see how down with the lingo I am dudes? ] - might be a problem if I end up in the slammer. I might have to go Cold Turkey [ of the vegetarian variety ] but hey! I can sue the government for compensation for infringing my human rights and hey! The stupid sods will pay up too! Kewl!
1. Become drug addict.
2. Commit crimes affecting others wellbeing and bank balance.
3. Go to jail, move directly to jail, do not collect Nectar points.
4. Be kept in jail by me [ The Taxpayer ].
5. Have a few bad days as wretched smack ridden carcass detoxifies [ serves you right scumbag ].
6. Sue HM Government - ie me [ The Taxpayer ] for compo.
[ It's enough to drive me to the Daily Mail ].
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 10:44 PM
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Girls Aloud. I'm sorry, but the whole pouty vinyl haired barbietasticness of this lot need to see them dumped in the recycling bin for polypropylene dollies asap if not sooner.
Simon bloody Cowell and his square headed life sapping grip around the throat of British pop music.
Bloody 'security' and all it's sodding, intrusive, restrictive, controlling manifestations. I am a free man not a number - grrr.
Vernon Kay, Sarah Cox and the rest of the Bolton Massive. So what, you're Northern - so's Iceland.
Pete Doherty - all I know is that he's some kind of drug addled loser and he appears to be famous for that. Puhleese.
Gordon Brown's 'subtle interventions' - prematurely power crazed methinks.
Kirsty Wark, Kirsty Young, Paul Young, Will Young and Prince William.
Sir Ian McKellan - so what, you're an actor and you're gay? Elvis is dead.
Endless bleedin lists of '100 Great British cat turds', 'Top 10 icons of Junk Food in Romford', 'The British Hall of Fame of Former Soap Opera Actors Who Nobody Remembers Anymore But We Liked Them In 1984', 'My 100 Best Moments From The Longest Traffic Jam Ever On The M25','Vote for your favourite ringtone from 1999', 'Have Your Say, should Pete Doherty move to Bolton?' etc etc.
Note to self
One espresso good, three espressos baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad weeeeeeeoooooooooooooooooooo, flippada flippada wabbba wabbba. You lookin at me?
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 7:15 PM
Saturday, November 11, 2006
In memory of the two hundred and twenty million people who have lost their lives as a result of war since 1900 - make peace.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:00 AM
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
I've found that as I've got older I've become less certain of everything. When I was younger I was very sure of most things. I 'knew it all' or at least I knew how to give the impression of knowing it all. I suspect that at times I was a pain in the posterior to people that had to deal with me. Recently I've been doing some work for people about 10 years younger than me and I've noticed that they're very sure of themselves. So much so that I began to doubt, the other day, something I knew instinctively was the right way to do something. However, for reasons I don't yet fully understand, I went along with the suggestions of my younger clients and 'did it their way'. Lo and behold it was a disaster, just as I had suspected it would be. I'm still wondering why I did not have the courage of my convictions to persuade them I was right. I'm still wondering what it is about the certainty of youth that is so infectious that I went along with their crazy ideas. I'm still wondering, will I become more and more suggestible as I get older and older. And is this how wars get started?
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Sunday, November 05, 2006
I had a visit from a Small Tortoiseshell Butterfly two nights ago. It arrived as I was watching the evening news and fluttered around the room for about ten minutes before coming to rest on a low energy lightbulb in the corner. I approached with stealth to see it with wings outstretched sitting atop the bulb so that its beautiful markings were glowing with colour as the light shone through from underneath. It's been very cold these past few nights as the prolonged summer has finally yielded to icy winter claws. My usual approach with outside creatures that come inside is to capture them and repatriate them to a quiet spot outdoors. However, having a beautiful butterfly laying on a personal spectacular in-house performance for you is not an everyday event. Besides this, my fear was that turning such a temperature sensitive creature out into the cold would mean likely death. I decided to let it stay the night and, with sunshine forecast for the following day, to send it on its flappy way the next morning. I watched the butterfly for about an hour as it danced around the room landing in spots bathed in light, obviously thinking it was in sunshine. I got up close and personal when it stretched out its wings and gazed in wonder at the exquisite pattern and rich colour and thought of how beautiful it was and how sad that it would not be around for long. I felt very privileged to be able to spend this time just watching something so lovely. After a while the butterfly disappeared. I suspected that it'd found a quiet corner and would reappear. It didn't and I wondered if it had succumbed through exhaustion. I guessed that it would be short of energy so mixed up some weak sugary syrup in a saucer which I left under a strategic light when I went to bed. Next day no sign, so my release plan looked redundant. However, that evening it reappeared and seemed full of energy again. I watched it a bit more and was glad when it seemed to go asleep in a spot where I could find it the next morning. Sure enough it was still there so yesterday morning I gently trapped it, waking it up and then took it outside into the crisp morning air. It hopped onto a nearby ivy leaf and then sidled up a stem out of view. I wonder how long it will survive? Better to end your days outside in the sunshine than in the dark alien environment of a house I think.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 8:46 PM
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Surprisingly not still alive: no 1
Laura Ashley has one of those names that has become indistinguishable from the brand she created. Her early death in 1985, following a fall, lead to the eventual takeover of her company by an Asian multinational. Her family launched a Foundation in her memory.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 4:11 PM
Friday, November 03, 2006
Surprisingly still alive: no 5
Hal David, 86, is perhaps most famous for his collaboration with Burt Bacharach as lyricist. Many of the Bacharach / David tracks are among my favourites including, "Walk on By", "I Say a Little Prayer" and the sublime "Raindrops Keep Fallin' on My Head" which won the Oscar as the score for "Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid".
"In writing I search for believability, simplicity, and emotional impact." Interesting insights to his creative process here.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:30 PM
Thursday, November 02, 2006
Make your own comic strip.
Surprisingly still alive: no 4
Rhodes Boyson, 82. Former Tory educationalist psycho. From the pub landlord school of social philosophy. Unfeasibly large sideburns [ not that I'm jealous or owt ]. Victim of Ali G and Brass Eye. This man was once in charge of a school. I thought he was long gone but no, apparently he lives on.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 11:05 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Surprisingly still alive: no 3
George Cole is now 82 and it seems that for my entire life, man and boy, he has been appearing in something somewhere. A fixture in the firmament, so to speak. He first made his name in the St Trinian's films, playing Flash Harry. In recent years he was better known as Arthur Daley, the archetypal dodgy geezer in a trilby. The word is that next year he will be appearing with David Jason in Diamond Geezer 2. Thinking about it, George Cole has been a bit of a geezer in everything I've ever seen him in.
Interesting side note: The St Trinian's series is being revived with Rupert Everett as the Headmistress.
freshly squeezed for you by drD at 9:45 PM