Saturday, January 11, 2003

Blog! I've been visiting Plain Layne a bit lately, initially because she looks a bit like Tori Amos but mostly because it isn't often you stumble across something so honest and elloquent:
"I inhabit a world that has shifted into unbearable poignancy. A familiar-looking face in a bright bustling crowd will remind me of her, or any Spanish I overhear. My heart is broadcasting cliched songs of love and longing to the radio. Everyday objects have become remarkable things, suffused with memories of her, like the striped chopsticks of mine that she loved. In the Bug I remember Christmas with my family at the resort, and how we saved up our affections for a deserted dirt road and the backseat. My bedroom is drowsy and plush with her ghost. Life seems far better -- and far worse -- whenever I glimpse a couple in their happy private bubble, hands clasped, leaning into each other, eyes shining with contentment. That should be us. That was us."
Today, Layne introduced me to the work of the Kabalarian's who seem to spending their lives giving their own definitions of baby names. I smell both a fish and a rat, but here anyway am I ...
"Your name of Stuart has created the desire to focus on the details of your immediate interests to the extent that others consider you to be fussy. You are attracted to, and could excel in, the mechanical or technical fields, such as computers. Instead of establishing the system and order you would like, you are over-particular in some things that matter to you personally but lax and indulgent in other ways. You place great importance on whatever you happen to be interested in, and can be quite thorough and detailed in what you are doing, but find it difficult to be consistent. You scatter your efforts when things becomes too monotonous. You have intense urges and feelings for which you can find no expression. At times you are motivated more by moods and desires than by sound logic and reason, and under conditions of stress you could react inadvertently in temper or stubbornness that you would regret later. The indulgences prompted by this name can lead to high blood pressure and its relative ailments, as well as nervous tension affecting the whole nervous system. "
Oh who want's to believe these things anyway?
Blog! Couldn't agree more Ranleigh:
"Note to Self - From now on only go to Matinees. Do not, I repeat do not go to evening films. $9.50 is too much for a movie even if the damn thing does run something like 3 hours. Also, while matinees are virtually empty ensuring a relaxing movie going experience, evening showing are completely packed meaning you'll have to sit within the heavy oppressive blanket of humanity feeling all hot and claustrophobic while some huge guy spills over into your seat. The feeling of claustrophobia will be worse when the running time is something like 3 hours. In fact everything is worse when the running time is 3 hours."
Unless it's something with Lord, Rings, Dances or Wolves in the title. I'm sorry what?
Blog! Matt Haughey has been threatening to start The Ticket Stub Project for some years and it finally launched yesterday. It's fascinating, idiosyncratic and nostalgic. Already started glancing through my books looking for old tickets I can write about ...
Blog! Ladyblog's Erika:
"I just got super glue on my tongue. Thank the Lord, it isn't stuck to anything. It's just there. It's annoying and hard and well, stuck. I guess I deserve it. I shouldn't have had super glue anywhere near my mouth. You see, I have several cracks on my fingers that are killing me, so I bought some super glue and filled in the cracks. I didn't buy the real super glue, of course, because there were others that were cheaper. Two for the price of one, in fact. The stuff took longer than I thought to set and I don't know how it ended up on my tongue, but there it is. I am tired. I am a dork."
I sometimes get brown sauce in my hair ...
Blog! DaisyBlossom offers a stunningly accurate description of what also happens to me at concerts:
"When the matches came out and started playing, everyone starting moshing and slam dancing which had me crushed against the stage like you wouldn't believe. I used to mosh when I was like 15 and 16 but back then I didn't realize how annoying it is to be unwillingly part of it. I got the wind knocked out of me 2 times as people we pushing me into the stage which came right in my abdomen. Unfortunately, I couldn't move so all I could do was try to guard my rib cage the best I could. It was so gross though, I mean people are like humping me. Their whole body jumping up and down right on my backbody was I think the grossest feeling in the world. I was in agony the whole time the matches were out there but like I said I still loved their music."
As Sheryl Crow sang 'No one said it would be easy ...'
Blog! Take care of yourself Dave. If you can survive university, you can survive anything ...
Blog! I feel you pain. The title says it all ....
I hate trains, oh how I hate them. The journey time is one thing, but the fact that one is constantly surrounded by screaming kids, belching lads and chatty old ladies is quite another. Virgin have scrapped their smoking carriage in favour of a 'Quiet Coach' for one - having sat in one of these on the way into the city on Friday, I can honestly say that it should have been reported under the Trades Descriptions Act. There were kids everywhere, screaming and squawking, fat bald thirty-something men drinking cans of Tennants Super and an old Grandma behind me who chirped and tweeted her way city-bound.
But was it any better under British Rail?
Blog! This is probably old news to everyone ... but I've just been reading 'Scotblog' and it's bloody good ...
Blog! When I was Star Trek fan, I would always look forward to Peter David's work. His prose seemed effortless in comparison to the other authors, his characterisation as close to the television as anything. His are the only novels I kept when I had the great clear-out. So it's rather fun that he's keeping a fabulously unstarry weblog. I've a feeling he's itching to get his hands on Buffy, the amount of writing he does on the subject, but today he turned his attention to another vampire themed musical:
Early on in the show, Steinman (composer) -- who wrote songs for Meat Loaf --slides about sixteen bars of "Total Eclipse of the Heart" into the middle of Krolock's first song. It draws huge laughs as the audience slowly tweaks to the self-referential digression. But when kicking off Act II, they do a full blown rendition of "Total Eclipse." It's great to hear. They do a terrific job with it. The problem is that it really points up the fact that no other number in the show can touch a song he wrote at least two decades ago, because that's the song you'll come out humming.
'Once More With Feeling' is coming to BBC2 shortly ...
Blog! The irony of the Wrzl Weblog:
You are searching for meaning of the life? We sure that we cant help to find the meaning of your life. But everybody knows, this is a search. The ultimate search. Search for a clue. You are going to find that clue from another human beings. Other people's wisdom, weirdness, happiness, delicacy, sorrow, stupidity... And the ultimate search begins here.
It's actually a wicked list of ladmag style link and flash games. A sort of bubblegum version of Metafilter ...
Blog! Altered Context made my heart melt:
I talked to Samantha on the phone for about two hours today. The sound of her voice was so...perfect. I love her so much. We are without a doubt soul mates.
What a feeling ...
Blog! anna has posted something new:
maybe i will get back to blogging when i can. maybe it will provide the necessary me time and the release that i need sometimes. maybe i'll leave this here until it disappears. but i thought i'd let the world know that i still exist. if you cared to know.
I care ...
Blog! I used to think I was the only weblogger in Liverpool. It seems I was very wrong, and even worse than that someone is doing this thing better than I am. The magnificently titled 'Imperial Doughnut' covers mainly pop culture of the Adam & Joe kind. Today for example features a brilliant review of 'Bubble Bobble' the dragon game which I played for hours and hours on my Commodore 64. Dashing through the archives I find myself grinning over and over ... how could I have missed this? The guy links to Scary Duck for goodness sake!
Blog! Michelle at Demerol signed my guest book today and said some nice things. Her sight is an emotionally charged place and obviously work a visit. Particularly love these animated gifs, 360 degree cat swings around all the rooms in her department.
Blog! In case you're wondering I'm still trying to work out how to review 'Waking Life' properly But while you're waiting perhaps I should point you in the direction of 'News of the dead', the weblog of Wiley Wiggins, the lead actor in that film and 'Dazed and Confused'. It's a ecclectic mix of tradional bloginalia, news about the projects he's working on and life's meanderings; from the strange to the truthful. I can relate Wiley -- and can't help but agree that the film was cheated at the Oscars -- 'Johnny Neutron' for goodness sake ...
Blog! So basically general ambivalence all round then ...
Blog! Melissa is 'A Girl In Love'. As well as a positively gorgeous design, her writing style is light, breezy and above all, real. Especially love her review of 'The Musketeer':
"We watched The Musketeer last night. It sucked. It didn't just suck in one arena, it sucked in them all. It isn't a pretty way to put it but there is no way to explain it better. There is no amount of clever and well choreographed fighting scenes that can fix this kind of movie. If there was we wouldn't know it because for a movie billed as well choreographed and jam packed with fight scenes it had very few. Want something with the same feel this was going for, with the same basic plot and fun to watch, watch The Princess Bride."
Amen. I would also add that after Disney's version and 'The Man In The Iron Mask', Dumas' stories would be laid to rest for a while ... see you when I'm not sneezing at you all ...
Blog! Ecritures, a Dutch weblog mixes photography with current affairs comment. Today's commentary regarding the Pim Fortuyn killing is particularly illuminating.
Blog! Blind Date Blog. Don't even get me started.
Blog! OK, that's it. I'm throwing in the towel. No more weblogging for me. I'm going to retire to the gills, become a hermit and talk to the trees for the rest of my life. What's the point in writing any further when I know that something like VerseGuru is flying around. The opening page signals something different -- a reproduction of an ancient science book, edited to become the navigation for the site. Find the weblog and I find something which references many of the things I do, but with many more exclaimation marks and subtlety (see if you can find the Hitchhiker's homage in the sidebar). And it has it's own radio station. That's it. No more. Goodbye.
Blog! Sometimes you can't help but simply like the feel of a weblog. The simple design of Barbie's work draws you below the surface to find the kind of writing I've always tried to create here (well, up until last week). Teasing -- the details of the actual person to be found in that space between the lines:
"So you want to know why a cure for cancer and AIDS hasn't been found yet? The world is too damn busy putting chicken eggs in spacesuits and soaring them around the earth a couple of times. You know, just to see if it fucks them up. Is it safe to say that human beings are just a tad bit disappointing?"
I could agree more. Especially when I see things like this.
Blog! ?
Blog! Christy at PuppyShine has been reminded that some dates will never go away. For the rest of my life I'll remember which date I saw 'Bullet' and half of the Drew Barrymore film 'Ever After'; that I took my first day off sick from my current job.
Blog! Being an ex-trainee librarian, I can't help seeing something in this post at AngryWhiteGirl ...
Blog! Cynthia, inside is a Japanese pop culture linkblog, which thankfully doesn't get bogged (blogged?) down in anime. It's got a light yet distinctive design, which demonstrates what can happen if a true artist is involved. Don't you just hate people who are more talented than you are?
Blog! Well actually, many of them. The 'Heart My Domains' webring is a mess of bizarre writing and site design. All the things you might expect are there ... anime sites (creepy), people who've given up on the point of a blog (personal writing about life's narrative) and are simply posting web quizzes. Links to things which have been linked to a hundred times -- 'I've just found this site called Google, it's really cool...' that sort of thing....
Blog! 'Sex and the Single Girl' is a lovely girlie weblog, a bit like spending the evening with your mate's girlfriend. The one you keep company because her boyfriend is a bit busy: "I'm pretty lonely at the moment.... I can't even tell Matt this because I know how much he is working.... I don't want him to feel guilty... I just need him alot more than I have him right now. I feel like we dont talk enough.... we only see each other once a week, and only talk on the phone maybe twice....for short periods of time. I feel like I'm being neglected, but I know in reality that he is so exhausted and makes the time anyway... to write me back, to call."
Blog! Nick Davies ... MorfaBlog ... Welsh ...
Blog! KookyMojo dreamt about me last night. Or the weblog. I'm not sure. She can't remember what it was about. Damn. Anyway, go and see her -- this is a work of intricate simplicity.
Blog! The mark of a really good weblog is still being consistently good once the initial interest has died down a bit. Supermodels are lonelier than you think, collects together relevant news stories of the beauiful people (well just women really) together for our edification. Must agree with Monday 11th's post about the Julie Delpy GAP advert -- how did they manage to use such an awful picture? She's cross-eyed in it for goodness sake...
Blog! For fans of cultural diversity we have reborn-by-design, the work of an Israeli girl living in Canada. Mirroring this place, we have a blog which integrates personal insite with links to interests close to her heart. The post about weblog-as-memorial is particularly poigniant.
Blog! For once it's refreshing to find a weblog as conventional as lipglosslolita -- and that isn't a criticism. As I've mentioned elsewhere I'm slightly worried about the trend towards weblogs which are unloved, unvisited and clogged up with online quizzes. beth's place is the sort of place I love to visit, striking just the right balance between life story, design and content. I think we can all relate to her trials with the dentist; and this egg is gracing my desktop as you read. I'm also looking forward to following the story of her tongue piercing over the coming months ....
Blog! Black Robot has been feeling a touch of insomnia: "4:00am ... Still awake. The room is bathed a deep blue color from the TV. I decide to catalog every object in view. I stare at the odd looking lamp next to the bed trying to decide if it has some kind of secondary function due to the extraneous (and hideous) pieces of metal jutting from it. I decide I'm going to steal this and throw it out my window on the way home if she tells me 'no' when I ask her for it in the morning."
Blog! Anna Kiss is posting again: "there are moments when i feel happy and alive and well. then there are moments where my heart feels heavy with the sorrow of nothingness and i can do nothing but fear my future. i am incapable of articulating that which i feel. i do not have the language for the weight on my thoughts, that thorn in my side."
Blog! When I first named this weblog I originally invisioned it as a place to let off steam -- somewhere I could be mean spirited and ugly -- but I'm not that funny as well so who would want to read those sorts of bitter ramblings? We have livejournal for that. Tanya Headon has proved that with a bit of work it is possible. Her blog 'I Hate Music' is a vitriolic scream against the business of pop. Judging by her impression of how Dido writes her songs I'd hate to think what she thinks of Alanis the Rambler ... [via Sore Eyes]
Blog! The Seethru weblog is an oddity because for something such a breath a way from being corporate it’s actually quite good. The obligatory mention for the tv show which spawned it ‘Attachments’ should of course be included here, but the work as a whole on Seethru has grown beyond it’s origins to make it an indispensable little portal. The linkblog is particularly well thought out – rather than completely repackaging the charts at Blogdex for an audience who don’t look at weblogs, more often than not there will be something you haven’t seen before. Hats off then to Soph and the gang.
Blog! The sister weblog is TrueFacts. Here Daniel gets to grips with Indian Loos: "Above all, using a squat toilet is like climbing a mountain: lose your footing and you are in serious trouble [I can honstly say that since using the squat toilet I am now much more in touch with my own arse]."
Blog! Sometimes you just have to link. Daniel Byron is works as project visitor and he's "staying in a village in rural northern India " His weblog, NoWayJose is fragmentary work, but says more about working abroad than a hundred TV documentaries: "Things that aren't as exotic as people think (1): Again, in the countryside, one of my guides beckoned me follow him to a field. Here he pulled a stalk from the crop and proudly said: "This is wheat. It is used to make bread." He seemed quite disappointed when I told him we had tons of the stuff in England."
Blog! Jacob Schwirtz suddenly becomes the envy of bloggers everywhere: "Yep that's me. Yep I'm on a Segway. Yep I am converted from skeptic to buyer waiting list." And looks very happy on it ...
And now you can buy them at Amazon ...
Blog! I've followed Moz's writing on Metafilter for some time but only now have I found myself reading his weblog, The Perfect Kiss. I'm speechless at his Valentine's Day post, a hoplessly touching story which will be familiar to most of us:

"She was tall, I remember; cute, smart, and an editor at the local school paper. I wanted to ask her out and I stewed over the situation for a week or so; Oh, but she’s tall, I thought, and I am not tall. Again: Oh, but she is an editor, I thought, and I am not. There was a pause after one of our news meetings.
“Umm...” I stammered.
“Yes?”
“Umm... I was wondering if you might like to go to lunch sometime?”


You really should offer archives of your writing on your site Moz; much of what's there is giving me goosepimples.
And now he's getting married. Whether it is to the girl isn't clear (still no archive) but it just demonstrates how life can change in a matter of months ...
Blog! Heather has been gaining a certain amount of cultism throughout the internet with her Friday Five, something which I might start instituting next week.
I never really got into the swing of the Friday Five. I like structure. I hate structure. One Word is much more my style.
Blog! There are many good things about StarrySheepy!. The writer Meike plays my second favourite instrument, the Viola. It's in a lovely shade of purple. She's my age (actually just a touch older). She cheered me up no end today when I read what she said about this site.
Blog! It's time for me to let you into a secret. Before I took my full time job I used to write television scripts. I had one great idea for a series which I was working on right up until some paid me for losing twelve hours of my life per day. I even sent my scripts to some people in the industry whose work I admire and generally got quite positive replies -- but there was one from someone who shall remain nameless which slayed me. Far from pointing out where I could improve my work, she simply told me how I would never make it in the business.

Which is why I can empathise with Karen from Starry Eyes, a musician who recently got some feedback from someone in the business: "(He wasn't negative) about me, but about the industry, and how limited my chances really are of making it and that you have to be 18 with a 22 inch waist for them to even care what you look like, etc., etc. I can get downtrodden very easily. I can also pick myself back up rather well, but this really hit me. Then I started wondering if I was ever going to really get anywhere with any of the stuff that I'm doing: music, the book, poetry, jewelry. I start wondering why I can't be the kind of person who is happy enough as an accountant or a designer or a salesperson. Why do I always choose the goals with the biggest odds?"

Because I suspect some of us like a challenge. But also it gives us something to work towards. And the greater the goal, the better the success feels when we get there. Accept the helpful opinions, ignore the rest. As Karen says, "Screw everybody else's opinion." Yep. Pretty much.
... and now Karen's written a book. Still like me. Trying to be creative any way she can.
Blog! I got 44 hits yesterday. I have regular readers. Which is why (on a smaller scale) Dawn's lifeuncommon post the other day has some resonance: "Ever since the lomolog was on MSN I've found it extremely hard to write here. Every word feels forced and contrived. It's just like back in English class in the 5th grade. Mrs. Culken would give us a writing assignment and I would panic knowing that she would soon be reading with red pen in hand every word I had sloppily thrown together for her." She's been nominated for a Bloggie and now feels the pressure to perform. All can say is -- relax. Just keep doing all the wonderful things you do and everything will be fine. Believe me if I was entirely proud of all my posts I wouldn't keep writing this thing so much.
Still a blog uncommon. Not all of these things need to have the same format.
Blog! Falling Off ...
Moved. Changed names. Now poetic.
Blog! And so to the fictional. Jamie's Way is a web-only teen drama produced out of Baltimore and to fill the gaps between episodes, the writers have begun a weblog to cover the distance between episodes. The staggering thing about 'The Joys of Being Jamie' is realism. Without all of the links back to the drama's own website this could be the musings of a real teenager. The only give away is that the entries are too personal -- in the average blog the writer doesn't often write about their true feelings lest they be read by someone involved. But here we have declarations of love and descriptions of classroom in-fighting. The quote on the front page is authentic though: "..Follow me as I search for myself, as I search for my way... Follow me as I find my WAY.." Theme song?
Still blurring the skin of reality. But not posted to very often.
Blog! There has been a bit of discussion of how weblog titles seem to correlate with the music world. You could argue that most titles can be split into two categories. Those which sound like a band name, and those which sound like album title -- for example, the remarkable 'Using Bees To Effect Vengeance'. You'd expect the cover for this album to now feature a picture of Osama Bin Laden walking through a doorway as a bucket of honey is about to fall on his head, a swarm of bees ready to pounce. The weblog itself is fascinating. Today's entries simply consist of hiaku's about Dubya choking on that pretzel.
Blog! And our final report tonight is of a hit and run accident which occured is Orange County last night. The victim, H, picks up the story: "I was in a hit and run accident with a really drunk asshole last night. If you live in Southern California and want to be my hero forever find him. He drives a silver/grey mid 80's American car with out of state plates (Nevada?) The plate number is either 754 MSX or something very similar to it. The cops suck, They didn't even go after him, Isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard? I got lucky, I'm fine, But the next person he hits might not be." If you know who the man was contact I am Marla's Dress as soon as possible. Now, please, don't have nightmares, do sleep well...good night.
Blogone!
Blog! In the spirit of my friend from Greece, Fani, returning after the christmas break (who I sadly won't see for a few weeks during her exams) I looked up a few Greek webloggers and found Fenia, the flight attendent's LogBook. I mean some weblogger's want to make, like, big statements and stuff, and others just link to stuff they like, but some just want to tell friends who they don't see as often as they'd like what they've been UP TO :o) and where they've been to. Fenia's been to Tel Aviv, Toronto and Kalamata and that's just in the past fortnight!!! (sorry I'm suddenly overcome with a warm glow -- I suspect it's the caffiene) Anyway, many kisses, hugs and my best wishes to you too, Fenia. Fly safely.
Happy Christmas to you too ...
Blog! Some weblogs have names like 'The Adventures of Accordian Guy in the 21st Century' and can't hope to live up to their name. And then there are weblogs called Joey deVilla's 'The Adventures of Accordian Guy in the 21st Century' which are exactly that. This is a rich concoction of off-beat musicality and the usual bloginalia (I hereby copyright that word, although feel free to use it yourself). Don't miss the exhaustive and exhausting record of every New Year's Eve in Joey's recent history: "I was staying in a short-term-rental apartment near Prague's Old Town and enjoying my vacation. Some very drunk Swedes kept me in beer and sausages (the only items on the menu) at one of the Czech beer halls one night, while at the bartender at the James Joyce stood with me on the bar and did a rousing version of the Proclaimers' 500 Miles. At several pubs, the accordion once again proved its worth as a machine for turning music into free beer and strangers into drinking buddies at several fine local pubs"
Rather impressively, AccordianGuy is actively lobbying for votes in the 2003 Weblog Awards. Perhaps I should have had a go myself. But to me it's just about the art ... no really ... still a very good blog after all these years ...
Blog! The US intelligence agencies are proving their worth yet again. Apparently the bomb in that man's shoe would have damaged the plane if it had gone off. And I've actually heard that the Earth revolves around the Sun... perhaps more fantastically, the weblogger Acme was on the plane and has written the obligatory entry: "You can imagine us being slightly nervous at this point. We were forced to sit down. We had to put hands up to go to the toilet. Anyone standing up was a suspect. The crew decide to show the film "Legally Blonde" to calm us down. It kind of works, until we see F15 fighter jets on starboard."
Now it's all about Perl ...
Blog! anything but sanity's Caro has been presenting the sanest example of being in love I've seen over the past few days counting down until the arrival of her 'toyboy'. His name is Evan and he's from Australia (although I suspect this isn't the character from The Secret Life of Us we're talking about). The piece which made me wilt: "Being with him and having him here is normal and odd at the same time. I find myself staring at him in disbelief that this beautiful man has flown halfway round the world to see me. I keep touching him at all times, to be assured that he is there. And yes, the bed has been deflowered." Christmas is about togetherness everyone ...
Currently with the afformentioned Evan in Melbourne and doing lots more interesting things than blogging. Believe me, when I get a life ... my weblog will become more interesting ... It's wierd how long a months seems in blogging though ...
Blog! Some weblogs forego long lists of links and complicated front pages (ahem) and just offer the content in a pure, yet exceedingly focused form. The inaccurately titled inessential is filled with moments of genuine inspiration: "Brent’s Law of Feline Behavior: The only way to stop a cat from crying at a window is to open the window; the moment you do that, he’ll go cry somewhere else." In the spirit of this post I present some films I haven't seen and don't intend to (this is going to be difficult, because regular readers to this blog will know, I'll watch any old hacked off garbage):
Snatch
Kickboxer
Sister Act 2: Back In The Habit
Glitter
Raging Bull
Pokemon: The First Movie
The Next Best Thing
Armistad
And staggeringly I still haven't seen any of that list, not even Raging Bull. Brent of late has been talking about the new presentation of his website and going to MacWorld.
Blog! Sometimes you just link things because of the title -- presenting Aaron Humphrey's The Den of Ubiquity. He must write his weblog in his sleep -- or have his brain strapped to some device which trips his words out whilst he's doing other things. How he finds the time I really don't know. But it isn't just the quantity -- it's the quality of the writing, which captures the detail of all our human failings. Example: "Gee, a coughing fit that felt like it went right down into my larynx and came back up. Any more of that and I'll be puking. Hope that cough syrup kicks in soon. Why do I always have a cough that lasts for weeks after the rest of the cold has gone away? Did I hang around my brother and his smoking friends too much many years ago and wear away those little protective hair things in my lungs? (Technical term escapes me.) Is it because our house is pretty much a mess, and no doubt rife with bacteria? (I'm just around the corner from the cat's litterbox right now.) Or does this happen for everyone? Somehow I suspect it doesn't. Not looking for specific medical advice here, just whinging. Pay no mind."
Aaaron still hasn't reached the end of his singles run down (now at number 360) but his verbosity hasn't been stinted. Usually makes more sense than most newspaper columnists.
Blog! Ann Elizabeth made me laugh tonight. A proper laugh. A belly laugh. It seems she's been attracting the wrong sort of attention from pensioners. Actually I'm frequently touched by her work -- she's an absolutely amazing photographer. If I was to make that film, I'd want this to be my opening shot...
Moved. Still a wonderfully talented photographer. There are so many good artists out there, I wish I didn't cling so unmercifully to mediocrate. And she permalinks me, bless her.
Blog! Vodkabird's Vikki sacrificed a quiet life to stand her ground against the tyranny of others when she visited The National Gallery of Scotland today. I can attest there isn't anything worse than self-righteous people sticking their noses in. One of the Commuter Life posts I never brought you happened during that time when buses home were more infrequent. An entire bus stop full of people looked on in horror when a woman appeared with many children, squinted at the timetable and told them that no buses would be stopping their anymore -- and then proceeded also to tell it to all of the dispirate other people not in her initial earshot. The bus stop emptied, some got in taxis, others walked to another stop on the other side of town .... I stood my ground ... one of a few ... who were happy when that bus arrived not three minutes later ... unlike Vikki I didn't say anything. You go girl ....
Go Vikki, go Vicki ...
Blog! More globe-trotting to Stockholm were Justin Steen of Wigan Express is having a creepy time of it with his landlady, who decided to re-organise his flat a bit during a show and tell for potential new tenants: "So we go home. And we just couldn't believe our eyes. Every single item of furniture, every ornament and every other movable item was in a different place. About 90% of our ornaments, picture frames and that kind of thing were in boxes. Things like our towels had been hidden away. The bed had been moved. She had moved pictures to extremely weird places so they covered marks on the walls (counterproductive, incidentally, since anyone would realise that a huge picture placed four feet up a wall is there to hide something)."
Bloggone ...
Blog! As we’ve discussed before, people can leave and return from your life without warning, can be with you for long and short times and it’s what you do during that time that’s important. WockerJabby’s Rabi Whitaker relate's how a year ago she didn’t know Peter and now he’s one of, if not the most important part of her life. Sometimes weblogs aren’t trying to make any grand statements about anything, they’re a collection of the important moments in someone’s life on a daily basis. Small things. Details. Instances. Such things, like Rabi's journal, are cherishable things.
rabi's posts seem to be longer ... and the design has been overhalled but everything I said above is still true. Great.
Blog! Cheesedip is one of those pieces which is so bloody good, it's difficult to review. How can some make all this seem so effortless?
The design of Cheesedip hasn't changed significantly; I had actually forgotten how good the content was. Just added it to my daily links bit in my favourites. What have I missed?