I had decided that I should kickstart my failing career as an unpublished writer by producing some creatively-oriented text each day. So in lieu of any proper post for the next or last six months, effort number one ( Read more... )

( Daily Telegraph readers (and Boris Johnson)/The names of extrasolar planets (not from the Telegraph) )

Yay! I'm emigrating!

I've booked tickets for Doug Stanhope tonight (since I don't like comedy, someone whose act consists in being rude and shocking would be good) and Terry Saunders' Pulp Boy tomorrow at the Fringe. Culture, of sorts ( Read more... )

This is incredibly creepy. Unimaginably vast blocks of incredibly strange and incredibly hot invisible substance holding together the universe as we know it? It's like death. Physics scares me ( Read more... )