Today's discovery was that through careful idleness I had managed to accrete a complete set of credit-card statements from November 1989 to the present day ( Read more... )

Gah. It's a pretty poor turn of events when a chap's boxes of electronic detritus contain no microphones. Modems, USB cables, knives, torches, globular plugs, phones, welding goggles, a roll-up keyboard (knackered and thus binned, sadly), a Stylophone (filled with germanium transistors, so from before a time when that twinkle in Rolf's eye was ( Read more... )

A thing that I have wanted to muck about with for, oh, all of three weeks, is arbitrarily long exposures. Mostly because of someone else's startling views of the Milky Way, but also because some of the more interesting images I've hauled from the LC-A/XA2 have been the ones where I've held my finger on the button and my breath for thick ends of ( Read more... )

Dear CSI: Franchise, I suspect you're only following demographic trends, but a differently-mutilated female corpse Every Damn Programme isn't actually televisual 'entertainment'. Or perhaps it is? Not my idea of a diversion, anyway ( Read more... )

I more-or-less on purpose failed to beetle down to #stokescroft (surely someone has (hash)tagged up some road-signage appropriately down there now?) for the Anarchist bookfair because I Do Not Do Waiting. Not for reasons of can't be mithered so much as 'fuck you I don't care for panic attacks'. And indeed waiting there was as a mob of art- ( Read more... )

You know what's odd? I started this LJ business mostly with the intention of trying to remember bits of the past, then writing them down so I'd have a record other than 'Had a couple of scoops, talked some shite, middling hangover ( Read more... )

That there BattleStargate Voyager Universe thing, right?

Might be a good thing. I was cheered to note that Scalzi is creative consultant. On the other hand, The last starfighter (or Ender's game) isn't/aren't that good ( Read more... )

Or in this case, several hundred miles from the Elsinore, which is somewhat unfortunate given we were supposed to be in that there Whitby today. However, some dozy arse in a turd-coloured Disco thought he'd have a bash at remodelling the Saab's tailgate on the A46. This also somehow buggered the driver's window electrics, so it's stuck at half-mast ( Read more... )

Pile of random things I found in my phone. The greater man approaches the closed hedge with caution. No blame.

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Holiday snaps.

(Will shag your browser and hoover all your bandwidth. Worth it if you like islands, mind. Splendid place to visit, too.)