The BBC launched a dedicated film news section of their main news site a couple of days ago. It includes stunning articles from around the industry – not just the standard entertainment fluff you get from some other sites. Because of this, I am particularly disappointed that no new content has been added to it for over twenty-four hours.
Stunning lines of our time from Mo Morgan (dot com): “I used to be a drummer. The definition of a drummer is someone who hangs around with musicians.
I am a web developer. The definition of a web developer is someone who hangs around with computer people.”
A few years ago I interviewed Grant Morrison for a magazine in America that I believe has since folded or gone web-only. During the interview (and in several other interviews) he talked a lot about how teen culture was associated with sun-spot activity – and how it came in eleven year cycles. To support his claim he proposed a sequence of dates 1955, 1966, 1977 and 1988. The spirit of each expression of rebellion alternated – so 1955 was aggressive rock ‘n’ roll, 1966 was flower-power and hippy-culture. With 1977 came punk and with 1988, rave. He told me that in 1999 the negative spirit would come in again and a new youth culture would emerge – a paramilitary-styled culture. I didn’t notice it happening at the time, but perhaps he was just off by a couple of years: BBC News: “Giant sunspot erupts”.
After the blogmeet (at which Katy was wearing the most Daisy Duke-style breast enhancing Madonna-top) I decided that it was time to reward myself for having got through the last three weeks with fragments of my personality intact. So I went and bought some food and a copy of Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea.
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A big hand, everyone, to Evan Williams for staying up all night fighting with the dark magic that lies secretly behind Blogger. We do not know how many virgins it took to sate the creature, but we know that their sacrifice has made the world better for the rest of us. Bravo.
The concept that would not breathe its last takes a toke instead. Answer me honestly, my friends, is this furby stoned or not?
I’d place money on this tasting like sugar and plastic, but nonetheless, you can get it free. Galaxy launch a new instant chocolate drink. 10,000 to be given away.
I have spent an inordinate amount of time in my life drawing pictures on post-its, while working. It gives my hands something to do while I’m mulling things over. I wonder if it would be possible to market something like ‘Art-Its’ or ‘Book-It’s, whereby pads of post-it notes, rather than being blank, contain small amounts of text, images or even photos. You could have a tremendous amount of cut-and-paste fun with them, rearranging a text as you saw fit, or keeping useful and / or important diagrams handy at all times. You could even annotate books with other pages of other books really easily, or place notes about maintenance at relevant places in your garage or car. And then there’s combination post-it notes and desk calenders. Or you could use the images like mini-posters or big, non-damaging stickers. I mean, there’s no limit to it, really.
The Tube Strike took its toll on me this morning, making me an hour and a quarter late for my work at Arehaus. As part of the thrill, I had to walk from Marble Arch to Farringdon. On the journey I was singled out by every single person seeking donations for a cause. I must have a face that screams ”sucker”.