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Memes are the lowest form of wit
But this one has a timely political message.
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I'm home alone, with a glass of wine and no will to make dinner, an asteroid-crater where my bank account oughta be, and the chips-for-breakfast blues. I want all you WriterCon people to tell me what a marvellous time you had. I'll let you have a sip of my wine... -
Over and out
Hey folks - there are a few people with whom I'm in mid-flow, who may wish to know that I'm moving house tomorrow, and that til I've appeased the gods of landlines, broadbands, and wireless (Poseidon, Apollo, and Aphrodite respectively) I'll be functionally offline. I can sometimes sneak online during my lunchbreak at work but that's monitored by ( Read more... ) -
After McSweeney's
Rejected nicknames for my boyfriend
Fuckface
General Kitchener
The Great Suspendo
Desert Orchid
Ol' Laser-Eyes
The Milkman
Epinephrine
Emily
The Service Provider
Hizb ut-Tahrir
Haliburton
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At the British Museum, June 23 2007
This weekend, between bouts of Eastwood movies and playing poker on the internet, me and P. toured the Greek and Roman rooms at the British Museum. P. was mainly thrilled at how much loot the British empire had succeeded in nicking during its tenure. He's kind of a dick sometimes.
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Mind the gap
My top five reasons for not moving to London ( Read more... ) -
International relations
It occurred to me today, while complaining about Venezuela, that Hugo Chavez's name is probably not really pronounced "Hugh-go Chav-ezz", as we Brits like to render it. He's probably "Oo-go Ha-beth," right? Or is that a bit Castellano?
Some highlights of today's internet:
Can Cyborg moths bring down terrorists? The US military has developed a ( Read more... ) -
Encomium.
Editorial commissioning meeting.
F: So what's our lead Europe story for the April 2007 issue?
L: The UK was tedious, just fertiliser bombers; Turkey you can't tell which way it's gonna go... death of Yeltsin?
F: Death of Yeltsin? Death of Yeltsin was a non-story. He was out of the picture, and now he's just dead. -
Not much sign of the fascists this year even
Last night I went to the Cambridge Beer Festival, which is what you do when you love your friends, and drank mead, which is what you do when you hate yourself. Mead. Seriously. It tastes like a garden centre. The beers I drank included one that tasted like soup, and one that tasted like a dog, so altogether it was a challenging and avant garde ( Read more... )
