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| Thursday |
the Twenty-Eighth of August, 2003 |
If you were wondering whether I'd forgotten about that secret
photography project from July; yes, I had. Looking back, I only had
four people and a couple of spammers apply for it, which is probably a
fair price for being needlessly mysterious.
The idea was to try chinese whispers in a visual format -
one person takes a photo and passes it to the next, who attempts to take
as similar a photo as possible, and so on until the end of the queue.
Now that I'm awake and have someone to carry my camera; sign up here.
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That pawn was still there this morning, so I presume it's my turn.
New game: If you see a yellow pawn in a place where you didn't
put it, it's your turn - move it somewhere. If you find one twice in
different places, you win.
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| Wednesday |
the Twenty-Seventh |
I saw a small, yellow wooden pawn alone on a pavement slab, this morning.
I didn't move it because I didn't think it was my turn.
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| Monday |
the Twenty-Fifth |
Excellent: Matt Cordes has written an
updated
version of the Z.I.S. where plucky humans learn to fight back (which
makes for a series of nice but doomed last stands), and where death comes
in gradually-faded stages. And the zombies are green. Massively
emergent single-pixel theatre. Encore.
(And thankyou to whoever it was who bought me Dawn of the Dead, over
the weekend.)
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