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Argh. More spurious one-letter-prefix business buzzwords; m-commerce (et al), signifying the involvement of mobile telephones. Stop it. Stop it now.
Test your reckless curiosity: "The button at the end of this page runs a script which will erase all the files on the site. We are glad to say that so far nobody has been vindictive enough to push it. The human race is basically decent." [via Rich@MCiOS] My inner rock star is apparently, surreally, Chris Isaak. What no Morrissey? [via Minor 9th]
"The rock world is still reeling to the shock news that REM have been discovered making a commercial for Japanese television advocating the benefits of hunting and eating whales."
That particularly excellent parody and far more, from the Cook'd and Bomb'd archive of ephemeral Chris Morris radio output. Intriguing promise of some Iannuci and Baynham stuff in the near future, too.
"Is There an Artificial God?"; transcription of a speech given by Douglas Adams a couple of years ago. [via Raak@MCiOS] I've finally gotten around to putting a page up for Back on the Orion Express. Don't get too excited, though.
Foldover manifestos, written blind a line at a time by whoever was passing through. A curiously coherent melange of political perception...
"We, the Labour party, represent the flour. Europe represents the butter. Mix them together and what do you get? A punch in the face."

"For too long, the Labour party has been soft on asylum seekers. We aim to put them all in a great big metal fence."

"Very straightforward - basically we're just going to tax everything, and everybody, to provide tax incentives for everyone to be nice to one another and ensure fairness in our voting system."

Amusing comparison of that recently-launched "Why not think before getting married?" magazine to a 1938 predecessor.
"This software was advertised as a 'fully functioning evaluation version', but nearly all of its features are disabled."
"That's right, it's a fully functioning evaluation version of an extremely poor piece of software."

"This item rang up at double the sticker price!"
"It clearly says 'Everything Marked Down By 50%!' in the window, madam."

"The scroll lock button doesn't do anything."
"Only God can truly accomplish anything."

The Customer Complaints Game at MCiOS, from last year. I'd quite forgotten about this.
The strangers we meet in dreams - how near to existence are they? If we can hire a few startling lookalikes of any arbitrary celebrity, there must exist a reasonable doppelgänger of every realistic person any of us has ever dreamt about. And we ourselves must, quite often, crop up in other people's heads when their slumbering subconscious cobbles together new faces from bits of known ones...
Supermarket shopping during depressive-apathetic mood swings is magnificent. Veering between only considering yourself worthy of bread and cheap pasta, enough to stave off starvation before falling asleep, but then getting fed up with thinking the thoughts and just buying anything you could possibly imagine drinking or digesting. It only works with supermarket shopping because you're partially psychologically trapped once you've picked up a basket (I just go home after stage one, when buying clothes); I begin to see the thinking behind muzak. And wonder vaguely what they're putting in their own-brand products.
More or less everything by Kevan Davis.
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