Well, picture singular.

I was probably thinking about post-punk in this one.

Dear SF-types complaining about the death of short fiction.

Where's yours?(Actually, I think the complaining was from the sorts who'd not want anything to do with this modern technology malarkey anyway, so the set of podcast sites, short fiction sites, online 'zines and, um, other stuff I wot not will already have been harrumphed at. I must also ( Read more... )

Yet more people telling me that they read this thing but don't understand the half of it. As if it were my problem.

Life's hard when you're a guerilla ontologist. Which is, I don't know, putting a name to something that's just normal. In that I can and do say please and thank you and get invited to weddings and served lager in normal pubs where ( Read more... )

A couple of days in, and have I been troubled by a flattened affect, trouser-area bother or my brains leaking out of my ears ( Read more... )

Bastardos, angry god of migraines will have his tithe, it seems ( Read more... )

Years and years ago, uk_jon and I came up with the cod-philosophical concept of 'Smoking a cigarette to make the bus come'. As might be obvious, we seemed to be spending rather too much useful drinking time hanging around near windswept Cheltenham bus-stops in the depths of winter, waiting for the sodding bus to turn up. And like as not sail past since ( Read more... )

'Boasts' or 'sports' when used to signify that an object has or contains another object.

As in 'This PC boasts a gigabit ethernet interface'

I've just been strangely pleased to discover my antipathy for a couple of bands/albums is as strong as ever. The noises make me feel ill. It would probably be easier to be able not to care, but that would likely mean I was mellowing with age ( Read more... )

If I'd had my brain in and working, I would have worked out ahead of time that a helicopter museum was going to be a concentrated dose of Eagle Annual, retro-future, Gerry Anderson and Apocalypse Now. However, I didn't and it was. All of that from a reasonably-sized shed that hummed of warm metal, several different types of lubricant and kero, and ( Read more... )

Use of the word 'mashup' outside of musical endeavour grates quite badly and makes the user look like the chaps holding their crotches in the relevant bank advert.

Yes, messrs. bOing^2 and allied webloggers, I'm looking at you. We'll have no 'getting down with it in a web2.0 stylee' round here, thank you very much ( Read more... )