As Above
Curriculum vitae. Oh yes.
HTML format or Word
Throw me a job, someone.
Brain children. Those that overlap the Internet.
The improvised card game.
Blog Twinning Project
Democratic blog-pairing.
TV Misguidance
Reconstituted TV listings.
The Foldover Game
Blind communal prose.
The Surrealist Link
You are the spikiest moth.
Back on the Orion Express
Interactive fiction.
Generic Nomic Data Tracker
It's a Nomic thing.
Two-Word Guestbook
Sign it.
Online cliques. Trespassers may be welcome.
Stem-cell fiction.
Hate the Stupid
Because we do.
Mornington Crescent
In outer space.
In the bookpile. About to read, or currently reading, or meaning to take back to the library.
John H. Holland
The Shadows of Sherlock Holmes
David Stuart Davies
Imaginary Magnitude
Stanislaw Lem
Incidental music. Ohrwurmen or otherwise.
English Fool
Gubba Lookalikes
Half Man Half Biscuit
Other weblogs. The ones I make a point of reading, at least.
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Supporting cast. That have Web pages. In alphabetical order.
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A fine interview with Jarvis in the Guardian, giving yet another incorrect title for the new album. "Open Wide <Action> Look at the contents of a Player's Mouth." - this is what happens when you make a Dvorak deck based around the last thing anyone was talking about.
Tom does the belated obvious, hijacking Cal's expandable, largely-expendable Choose Your Own Adventure thing from a while back by linking directly to a particular entry, as a new, optional startpoint. Good move.
"I've then got a few seconds to either accept the call or reject it. If I reject it - if I don't like the script, or have an ethical problem with the product - it just gets rerouted to another, random terminal elsewhere in the company."
I am, once more, this week's Upsideclone, unnerving even myself with the ghost of employment future.
Watched the film Rapa Nui last night; various facets of Easter Island's history and culture stretched and crowbarred into 106 minutes of dramatic cliché. Although historically dubious and full entirely of stock characters and predictable plot devices, it was actually rather enjoyable. Good to see things I'd only read about being represented cinematically (albeit with exaggeration), and the whole ecological-disaster thing is - even without the absurd heavy-handedness the film gave it - resonant metaphorical stuff.

Historical dodginess and Hollywood unsubtlety aside, it stands pretty stoutly as an "inspired by" film; an elegant threading together of bits of the culture. And it's full of thoroughly amazing scenery, needless to say.

Aha, Robert Newman's Resistance is Fertile video has been out for a couple of weeks, as well, without me noticing. Very good stuff. Far more political, with plenty of the old anguish and pacing and hair-sweeping. Excellent news from the Bill Bailey mailing list - a new series of Black Books is in the works, after all. And the man's touring again in a month or two. And a video and DVD are imminent.
I really can't believe that Bush's advisors haven't made a bigger effort to stop that smirking whenever he talks about death or war thing of his.
For the benefit of anyone doing the same fruitless Web searches I was doing a few weeks ago; the warped and scratchy "English Fool" sample from the Carfax track of the same name is - rather surprisingly - Tony Hancock, four minutes fifty-seven into The Radio Ham: "Can you put it another way? In English, fool."

"Ah, it's marvellous to be able to converse with people all over the world. People different to yourself, with something new to say. It broadens your outlook; increases your knowledge of things. I bet there's not many people round here who know it's not raining in Tokyo."
Plus ça change.
The mangled-TV-listings idea mentioned a while back has risen from the slab as TV Misguidance. Bizarre television schedules formed from the sliced-up detritus of their real-world equivalents. Comedy brain Lego. The Blog Twinning Project blossoms alarmingly, if somewhat cliqueily. Which is half of the point, I suppose, but to stress the other I've implemented a random blog view - have a look at whatever that link might take you to, and connect it to whichever of your regular reads it reminds you of. Distant, unexpected connection is where the Internet shines.
A nicely unintentional nod to everyone's favourite bit of Revelations, at the BBC's always-entertaining Talking Point:-
"An ID device would be ideal to deal with terrorism menace. Ideally, it should be worn like a watch on each and every person in USA. [...] Anyone without this capsule should be unable to make any transaction in USA."
Terrorist agencies will, of course, be made to promise only to use agents who are known to the police. Clever forgers will generously carry ID cards saying that they're clever forgers. Each card will be magically unstealable, even from a kidnapped innocent, and will immediately report itself if its owner mislays it. Police will be smiley and helpful towards anyone who has mislaid their card. Expensive technology will successfully conquer all of mankind's slightest tendencies towards 'evil' (as defined in an imminent government paper) by 2013. Etc.
*cough* Arsenal! - a Millionaire contestant is accused of cheating, via the medium of coughs from the audience. Which might have been clever - people sitting together, conferring through subtle hand signals, coughing once after 'x' sentences from the contestant, where 'x' is arbitrarily encoded according to question number - but was apparently just a "one cough for 'A', two for 'B'" nonsense. Which at least a hundred members of the viewing public would have noticed, if no staff had. Come on.

Maybe there was just a very intelligent and bitter failed-contestant in the audience. Me, I'm still waiting for the radio-receiver-in-the-shoe trick. If someone's not tried it already.

A dramatically cloudy day in the Sussex town of Battle, yesterday, all stark stonework, sweeping hillside views and overpricedness. Worth it alone for the shop calling itself Lingerie of Battle, though. And the signpost to the Battle Golf Club. Battle Golf. I'm sure there's some mileage in that.
More or less everything by Kevan Davis.
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