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Who needs shades of grey? http://moopet.livejournal.com/ Who needs shades of grey? - LiveJournal.com Sun, 14 Jun 2009 21:27:04 GMT LiveJournal / LiveJournal.com moopet 217467 personal NOINDEX http://l-userpic.livejournal.com/15181623/217467 Who needs shades of grey? http://moopet.livejournal.com/ 100 75 http://moopet.livejournal.com/246939.html Sun, 14 Jun 2009 21:27:04 GMT T4, summarised. http://moopet.livejournal.com/246939.html This might represent a spoiler of some sort.<a name="cutid1"></a> Ready? Here goes: This guy, Marcus, a murderer with a heart of gold, is sentenced to death. Helena Bonham Carter has cancer, so she turns up to buy his body off him for a kiss. Srsly. 15 years later, he wakes up in Mad Max's backyard. Kyle Reese is busy being an adolescent, protecting the feral kid from Thunderdome, so they team up. A lot of running around and blowing things up happens, sometimes involving a woman who has no purpose except to be rescued from stuff. Really Big Terminators are involved, and we get to see the first ones that look like motorbikes. Given that a lot of them can fly, these ones seem a bit of a downgrade and they can't do much apart from move forward or back, and I think one of them fires a gun once. Marcus beats all the terminators but Kyle Reese and Star (did I mention the kid was named after the girl from Lost Boys?) are put in the Prisoner Transport Flying Thing. Marcus is exposed as a terminator when brought to the rebel base. People don't like him. He escapes with the woman, but allows his hand to get shot for no particular reason. Michael Ironside is in a submarine. John drops out of a plane into the sea and hopes that the submarine is nearby. It is. Lucky guy. Michael Ironside has discovered that you can turn terminators off by playing a short wave thing at them, which is sometimes a radio signal and sometimes audible, presumably depending on which person was in charge of editing the film at the time. There is no explanation for this signal, apart from "they're machines. You can turn machines off!" and several close-up shots of oscilloscopes. This makes no sense. Marcus rescues John from sea serpent terminators that are in his fish pond. The pond he landed his helicopter on. Srsly. Marcus goes to skynet. He gets there in 0 seconds, despite it being a couple of days away by Flying Thing. John leaves to go to skynet. It takes him much longer, because he's riding a motorbike. Actually, he's riding a wheeled terminator, because capturing one of those and overriding its controls is much easier than using one of the vehicles abandonned at the side of the road, even though he presumably has to control it by pressing the touch screen of his iphone repeatedly. Because Terminators Don't Have Handlebars. He also has to sit on the terminator's face. Because Terminators Don't Have Fucking Sadles. Srsly. Marcus is a terminator but still runs around skynet hiding behind things a lot. Terminators frequently ask him what the fuck is wrong, have a nice day. Skynet rebuilds Marcus, he wakes up and wanders around until he logs on to the Big Control Room With Seats And Shit Clearly Designed For Humans. Helena Bonham Carter, re-written as a Flash applet, monologues for a bit to reveal the back story to Marcus, who gets mad and tries to break skynet by throwing a chair through the monitor. We discover that the fuel cells that power terminators are nuclear, and can be blown up with a bit of fuse wire, which is handy because John has a roll in his pocket. An Arnie fights John, and gets the hot and cold treatment from T2 all in one scene. For some reason it ends up scarring his cheek to match Marcus. I have no idea why. The Arnie scans Marcus and determines his heart is vulnerable, so he punches it and Marcus immediately dies. Including all his robot bits. John revives him later with some jump leads. John gets a metal stake through the heart in the fight but it only slows him down, due to him being Hard. Marcus carries John out of the nuclear blast zone and everyone likes him now. In the tent, John gives some manly nods then starts to die. Marcus donates his heart to John. The field medic performs a heart transplant with a damaged heart that's been exposed to the elements for hours in a tent with the kind of hygeine in place that leaves everyone wearing the same clothes and covered in the same shit. Immediately afterrwards, John is fine apart from a bit of a cough, and is chatting with people in the helicopter taking him into the sunset. Aparently their technology was up to the task, but a heart from any of the dying or dead at the roadside was a no-no, basically because having Marcus around might cause continuity problems. There's a whole subtle subtext about not killing people or being as bad as machines. If you stick your fingers in your ears every time John talks you might -maybe - miss it. I'm not going to talk about it. http://moopet.livejournal.com/246939.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/246648.html Sun, 29 Mar 2009 14:56:32 GMT An open letter to Unilever http://moopet.livejournal.com/246648.html I recently bought a box of "Knorr The Chicken Cube"s which profess to contain "4 cubes" only to discover that in fact the product is not cubic. Rather, they are cuboids: extruded squares. Is there an explanation for this discrepancy? Yours in anticipation, Ben http://moopet.livejournal.com/246648.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/245623.html Mon, 02 Feb 2009 23:31:16 GMT http://moopet.livejournal.com/245623.html Babs said to me, maybe I'm not peeing for longer than I used to, maybe it's because I've only recently started timing it. http://moopet.livejournal.com/245623.html Machine Head - The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears Machine Head - The Blood, The Sweat, The Tears public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/244557.html Wed, 19 Mar 2008 21:21:59 GMT [public] Facebook: Symptoms of Enormous Suckage http://moopet.livejournal.com/244557.html I just got junk mail from a credit-card company. Though it took me considerable digging to find a phone number, I called them up to tell them to never darken my doorway again, and asked them which other scum-sucking company had sold them my details. They told me it was Experian. So I called Experian and let me opinions on the matter be heard. Thing is, I'm not the only person to hate getting spam. Most of you know how I feel about junk like this. But maybe when you're presented with a shiny button that says, "click here to send shit to people you know very well will hate it", the message isn't clear? Here is my current list of <a name="cutid1"></a>Compare People The Brain Game FunWall Who's Online Zombies Pimps! Pink Ribbon Hug Me Friends For Sale! Slayers U-Arcade Pirates WATER FIGHT! Vampires Smarty Pants The Official 100 Question Geek Test Send and Receive Cards Are YOU Interested? Happy New Year My Heroes Ability Big Profile Pictures Growing Gifts Cool Greeting Cards Mesmo TV What's Your Stripper Name? Hot Chick Award Send Good Karma Snowball Fight! Scratch and Win Hot Potato What Do Your Eyes Symbolize? Know Me Well? Instant Messaging Whats Your Horoscope? Welcome Box 送你一個飛吻 Characteristics Friend Hug Love Me Likeness Are You An Extrovert or Introvert? Pillow Fight! What is Your Booze IQ? Flirtable Top Friends Birthday Calendar Are YOU sexy? What fruit are you? Tame vs Wild PetrolHead (fluff)Friends Free Animated Gifts Oregon Trail Will You Be A Millionaire? What rainbow color are you? How British are you? You're a Hottie Dodgeball Spatial IQ Test What Greek god are you? Which Beatles Song Describes Your Life Right Now? Movies Funnest Person Contest Who Has The Biggest Brain? Jetman Send Sunshine Causes Truth Box The Fairytale Princess Quiz FilthBook Live Gifts (Lil) Green Patch DopeWars Online Spank Me The There/Their/They're Test Send Love Likeness UNRATED Hug Me 2 That's 78, at my count. I didn't list scrabulous, because that's an actual application which I tried to use briefly before finding out that nobody could be bothered to play more than two moves before starting a new game with someone else. If anyone recognises anything they spammed me with, congratulations, it's possible my general scorn for humanity is picking, today, on you. I shouldn't have to employ scripts as countermeasures. I shouldn't have to write rude reminders to massive, evil corporations or to people I once met in a pub who pretended to enjoy my company. It's symptomatic of people's enormous suckage. http://moopet.livejournal.com/244557.html facebook public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/244457.html Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:02:15 GMT Science Fiction http://moopet.livejournal.com/244457.html SF has a bad rap. SF novels are never considered for any of the big literary awards. Far from reaching the quarter-finals of the Booker Prize, they have to settle for back-pats from their own peers. In literary terms, the Hugo or Nebula awards are the equivalent of the wooden spoon you get for coming last in the parents'-day sack race in front of your horribly-embarrassed children. It shouldn't be this way. I read SF. I used to read a lot more; my childhood book-pile was very exclusive: if it didn't have a spaceship on the cover, or at lease some kind of improbably-powerful ray gun in the hands of a mean-looking Galactic Pirate, it simply didn't cut it. There's obviously a lot of trash in the SF library, but I can't imagine it being any more by weight (so to speak) than in contemporary fiction. And hard-core science fiction can be challenging, well-written, gripping and thought-provoking all at once. It shouldn't have to sneak in the stage door marked Satire. I stopped off at <a href="http://borders.co.uk">Borders</a> today after work, just to browse the aisles for a while as I had time to kill before boarding my train home. I noticed a that at the ends of the shelves throughout the fiction section, there were little displays titled with the name of a member of staff - "Bekky-Jo's favourite novels" - home to a dozen or so books, each with a hand-written card detailing the plot and why Bekky liked it so much. These books were almost entirely classics: Salinger, Dickens, Golding and some of their mates. That is, until I reached the SF aisle, which took up about a third of a floor (in a four-floor or more store, to be sure) where I discovered that some guy called Gaz or Baz or similar, who seemed to have difficulty holding the pen steady, had said about Dune, "Is it better than the film? Why don't you read it and find out!!!" Also included was Flowers for Algernon (which I'll grant is a good book) and ten pieces of utter schlock. The SF section had none of my favourite authors, instead, David Eddings took up a whole shelf, as did whoever it is who writes those Star Wars books nobody can see the point of. I don't wonder that SF isn't taken seriously. http://moopet.livejournal.com/244457.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/244008.html Mon, 10 Mar 2008 19:48:36 GMT Gary Gygax is dead. http://moopet.livejournal.com/244008.html "Bless us, priest," said the party leader, the warrior. The cleric nodded, "I pray for our success in the coming battle and cast hide-from-undead on all." I told them that the priest needed to hear the answers to his prayers in the kitchen, and we left the party at the table. I dropped the bombshell. There is no god. Your prayers will not work in this world. He looked stricken and it was ten more minutes before he could return to the table. I opened my mouth to speak but he cut me off. "My god tells me that we must not fight these demons without first embarking on a quest to find a holy relic, the Sword of Truth. With it, we can defeat any enemy. We must build an army. We must find more believers" Once more he looked askance at me. "Can I get a gun?" http://moopet.livejournal.com/244008.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/243936.html Mon, 03 Mar 2008 21:11:34 GMT Heal thy laptop http://moopet.livejournal.com/243936.html I had a customer the other day who had lost all her work accounts because her computer was damaged in a flooded house and she couldn't be bothered to back anything up. Turns out, chatting while recovering data, that she was a therapist. Oh yes, says my cow-orker, what kind of therapy do you do? Reiki, homeopathy, hot stones, healing hands, accupunture... the list went on and on, pretty much everything you can imagine that doesn't work. She made her entire living selling this sort of stuff to people. The straw that broke it for me was her latest offering: teddy-bear reiki. She would take a customer's teddy bear and could perform energy healings on it with the paying customer absent. I found myself treating her cordially, and as helpfully as possible but wanting to just get rid of her as quickly as possible. I wasn't prepared for how strongly I felt. I mean, I've always hated this sort of thing, but rarely had to deal with it in person with anyone I don't know well talking about their belief in one or other specific whimsy. I felt angry out of proportion. Or maybe I didn't - maybe suppressing my disagreement was only forced by my being in my work environment. I helped get some of her data back but was secretly pleased that she'd lost most of it. We told her what companies she could use if she wanted professional data recovery services and how much she could expect to pay, and I was glad that she wouldn't be keeping quite all of the money she'd weasled out of people over the years. http://moopet.livejournal.com/243936.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/240039.html Tue, 07 Aug 2007 18:49:53 GMT Bored? Jaded? http://moopet.livejournal.com/240039.html Print <a href="http://moopet.net/tmp/fiction.gif">this</a> out onto a sticky label and put it inside the cover of the bible you find in your next hotel room. Or the book on alien conspiracy theories your mate lent you. http://moopet.livejournal.com/240039.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/238411.html Wed, 31 Jan 2007 21:32:37 GMT Community spirit http://moopet.livejournal.com/238411.html You know everyone has a novel in them? Bladder, bladder. What about comic strips? I've occasionally been inspired to make a strip, maybe a single cell or triptych (it's sad that I only know that word and not the comic-culturally-correct term) that could be funny or insightful or just plain stupid. But I've nowhere to put it. I mean, I could post it in my journal I suppose but I've certainly not got enough material for a regular strip, nor do I have any illusions about my ability to be funny on demand. I also can't draw. But I'd like to do the odd one now and then. So I had the idea for a community for it. I'd call it Strip Club. Or something. And anyone could post a strip, anytime. I think most strips that people subscribe to are quite variable anyway, but this would be more so since it'd be a collaborative effort. If people wanted, they could use other people's characters or follow a story on. It's quite likely that nobody will care, though... right? If anyone's interested, tell me. If anyone knows anyone who might be interested, this post is public (for a change) The other idea I had today involves electronics and water and information on it is only available by hint-dropping until the project is complete. Which may be never. http://moopet.livejournal.com/238411.html public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/235763.html Sun, 25 Jun 2006 22:29:07 GMT We went on holiday and all you get are photos of stupid T-shirts http://moopet.livejournal.com/235763.html While out shopping, we came across something we hate. <a href="http://moopet.net/my%20photo%20gallery/junk/shopping.jpg"><img alt="clothing horror" src="http://moopet.net/tmp/lj_tn_shopping.jpg" /></a> Clothes for children can be offensive in all manner of different ways. They can be overtly sexual, for instance, which can be seen as encouraging the child to grow up too quickly (which is a debate in itself). When they're for babies, any slogans are there purely for adults to read and coo over. That's fine, if pointless. When they're for children, then they form - even indirectly - part of that child's education. And if they're supposed to be funny, well, they should be at least a little bit funny. Right? What they should never be is grammatically incorrect. They have to be drawn up by a designer, passed by a manager, shown to a printer, packaged by a... packager... (you get the picture) and someone along this line should stop it before it's too late. Someone should say, "Hang on a minute, this was obviously written by a gibbon. Let's fix it before we teach some poor kid that his English teacher is wrong." http://moopet.livejournal.com/235763.html cynical public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/234808.html Thu, 25 May 2006 19:25:57 GMT Visions of the Future http://moopet.livejournal.com/234808.html Animals inherit their markings. You can breed cats with white paws, dogs with spots (dalmations) or (eventually) horses with splashes of white on their heads or even vertical stripes on their flanks (zebras, anyone?) and so on. Well, today I was wondering how far this could be taken - through regular selective breeding practices first and later through direct genetic manipulation as our understanding and technology progresses. It should be possible to create a dog with stripes. Why not a dog with spots and stripes at the same time? Then why not a dog with stripes on one side of its body and spots on the other. Then maybe a coherent pattern. A simple, bilaterally symmetrical row of spots, or a horizontal stripe. Then we go one stage further and make simple but recognisable markings, like the Nike swoosh. You could reach the stage where anything printable could be bred into your animal - depending of course on the resolution of the average dog. Pedigrees could come with their own built-in designer logo, barcode or copyright message. You could have a pet's name or a message to the loved one who is to be the recipient of your little fluffy christmas present. Mostly I made this post because I liked the phrase, "resolution of the average dog". But still, it'd be wicked. http://moopet.livejournal.com/234808.html thoughtful public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/230522.html Fri, 01 Apr 2005 13:10:57 GMT [public] MercuryTide play games with my life. http://moopet.livejournal.com/230522.html I was first contacted by <a href="http://www.elanit.co.uk">Elan IT</a>, who wanted to put me forward for a web development role at <a href="http://www.mercurytide.com">MercuryTide</a>. I looked the company up on the net and found they were a small business providing (mostly local) IT/web solutions. On Friday, 11th of March I had an interview there. Despite leaving an extra 40+ minutes for travel, I was stuck with non-appearing buses and roadworks and arrived 20 minutes late. This made me nervous in my interview and test, though the man who interviewed me said they were all late in that day too. But needless to say I found it stressful. Elan contacted me to say I'd done particularly well in the test and they were impressed, although the interviewer had a gut feeling that I couldn't be trusted. I was a little taken aback at this forthrightness, but I explained my position and my explanation was passed along. I stayed in contact with the agency. I was surprised because although the agent told me that my interviewer was very straight-talking, he'd not mentioned any concerns at the time. I said I was always available for a second interview if required. The next Friday I was offered the job. I accepted. All I had to do now was wait until after the weekend to be told my start date. I began making mental and logistical preparations. I kept in touch with Elan every work day. On Monday the 21st I went in and spoke to the agent face-to-face. He told me that their board were unconvinced of my commitment to the company. I wondered how this was possible seeing how I had spoken to only one man, and suggested that if they had concerns all they had to do was ask to see me again. He agreed and said he'd already made that suggestion. Last weekend was the Easter bank holiday, and on the Thursday before I asked the agency to continue trying to get my start date, because it was getting a bit silly. I waited until Tuesday and found that the agent was on holiday, and nobody else knew the details, so I waited another day again. This Wednesday (the 30th) The agency called to tell me they'd received an email from MercuryTide saying they were withdrawing the offer. I'd been shafted. By people who claimed I was untrustworthy. http://moopet.livejournal.com/230522.html The Stranglers - Always The Sun The Stranglers - Always The Sun blank public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/229670.html Mon, 14 Mar 2005 17:10:55 GMT Spam of the day http://moopet.livejournal.com/229670.html Stiffycash sent me an invitatin to view "Hot, Lucid Teens!" This is a new one on me. Lucid? Well, I suppose these are teenagers we're supposedly talking about, lucidity isn't necessarily the norm... I'd be quite interested to see their sister company's "Completely Irrational Babes" sometime. http://moopet.livejournal.com/229670.html amused public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/224710.html Sun, 05 Dec 2004 23:18:43 GMT [public] ask_me_anything users please read http://moopet.livejournal.com/224710.html I'm not the moderator of ask_me_anything. I'm not the person who is arbitrarily deleting posts and comments. That is (at time of writing) down to <a href='http://faerieenigma.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://faerieenigma.livejournal.com/'>faerieenigma</a> and <a href='http://unknownj.livejournal.com/profile'><img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /></a><a href='http://unknownj.livejournal.com/'>unknownj</a>. I am listed in the <a href="/userinfo.bml?user=ask_me_anything">userinfo page</a> as some sort of joke. Most of my journal is friends-only, so if you have any need to ask me something, here's the place to comment. http://moopet.livejournal.com/224710.html cranky public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/218595.html Fri, 03 Sep 2004 14:17:37 GMT A comment on memes http://moopet.livejournal.com/218595.html <a name="cutid1"></a> The latest meme that's been going around - the ask-and-I'll--tell-you-what-I-think-of-you one - has made me pause for thought. It's as old as the hills, yes, I've seen this one go round at least a couple of times before. It's one of those I tend to read, because you can learn something new about people, sometimes. And sometimes about yourself. And - rarely - about what other people really think about you. But it's mostly coated in sugar; people are usually too chicken to write what they really think. And it bears repeating. What people thought of you a year ago is quite likely a mile away from what they think of you now. You meet new people; people change, hairstyles change, interest rates fluctuate. I think that these sort of posts are much better when they're not copied by the masses. If someone decided to do an opinion post and nobody copied it, it'd be far more interesting, because it'd be a point of focus. With everyone bandying them back and forth it's made a bit of a nonsense. It's like signing people's yearbooks: "Have I done Jenny? No? Why not? Actually, who's Jenny?" One or two people have, by default, made all their replies to people's "me too!" comments private. On the whole, I like this idea better. You could make the post a memory, link to it on your userinfo page or have a friends-only post saying "comment here and I'll add you OR tell you why I don't like you"

My only actual worry is that people are using it as a mask. They're not being honest with themselves. They copy this meme in the hopes that person B will ask what they think, because really they've been itching to scream out what they think of person B for quite some time. So they do this, relish it, and most of their replies to other people are distinctly filler material. And you just know they're pissed off when person B doesn't ask. Is it even to tell person B they like/hate them? Or for the benefit of person C? The politics and the logic get quite twisted and hard to follow here. They do for me, and I expect other people are thinking along the same lines, though nobody's actually going to say it. I don't know what this shows. Maybe it shows that people need an excuse to say how they feel. Maybe it's tact, not saying anything when it's not been asked. Maybe it's a peace offering, a way to solidify friendships or sweep old arguments under the rug. Maybe it's just people being bored in the office and enjoying mutual back-patting. I don't know. I know I think that friends shouldn't hide what they think of friends, or pretend to get on when in reality they're stabbing one another in the back, nor should they pretend to be bosom buddies when they hardly know each other. Hark at me, telling the world what it should or shouldn't do, eh? Mostly I think people should be just as wary of these memes as those that take your personal information. You're putting down your feelings in a way that you are - by definition - unprepared to in the normal course of your journal writing, for all to see. If this is what people want to do and they need this as an excuse, fair enough. If else, I hope they take time out for once to examine their own motives and be honest with themselves... after all, pretty much nobody else cares, so the only person they're fooling is themselves, right? Maybe I just like being the person to say what other people are thinking. It certainly got me kicked out of class enough when I was still in the educational system

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http://moopet.livejournal.com/212391.html Fri, 02 Jul 2004 10:43:31 GMT The Ten Livejournal Commandments http://moopet.livejournal.com/212391.html 01. Thou shalt not excuse thy shit post on account of being drunk. 02. Thou shalt not apologise for making a post. 03. Thou shalt always indicate when thou hast posted something to one of thy custom lists. 04. Thou shalt not link to other people's protected entries in your public journal because thou shalt not assume that if thou canst see someone's post, everyone else can. 05. Thou shalt not write a non-custom post "for person X". That's why we all have email. 06. Thou shalt not write more than about a screenful without using a cut-tag. 07. Thou shalt not paste in the lyrics to whatever song thou happenst to like at the moment and pretend it sums up thy feelings any better. 08. Thou shalt not post memes telling the world what kind of cake thou art - even if thou hast written "I don't usually do/say this, but..." in thy subject line. 09. Thou shalt not make up thy current music to add dramatic weight to thy misery. 10. Thou shalt not comment with "hugs" or any of the variants (eg "*HUGS*") http://moopet.livejournal.com/212391.html recumbent public

http://moopet.livejournal.com/211099.html Fri, 25 Jun 2004 19:30:56 GMT News site http://moopet.livejournal.com/211099.html I'm tired of reading lies in the news. Propaganda, etc. I see this all the time in Internet "security" reports and so forth, so naturally I extrapolate this to other areas and simply don't trust anything I read. What I'm suggesting is that I (and anyone else who's interested) create a website for news critiques. What I mean by this is links to other people's news with corrections and commentary. Not just slagging people off, either. For real. I'd allow anyone to submit a suggestion, and certain people, on a very exclusive basis, to submit actual articles if they were on my "reporters" list. I'd probably want it to end up looking more like <a href="http://news.google.co.uk">google news</a> than <a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk">the reg</a> and I'd want to keep all the articles, make it searchable and as professional as possible. A bit like <a href="http://www.snopes.com">snopes</a> but for debunking world affairs articles - primarily technological at first - that could affect any of us, and kept as up-to-date as possible. What does anyone think of this? Has it already been done? I can't find anything quite like what I have in mind. Would people be interested? One thing I wouldn't want it for it to degenerate into a <a href="http://bushlies.com">bush lies</a> mess. I've made this post public in case anyone else is interested. http://moopet.livejournal.com/211099.html creative public

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Sun, 14 Jun 2009: T4, summarised.: This might represent a spoiler of some sort.Ready? Here goes:This guy, Marcus, a murderer with a heart of gold, is sentenced to death.Helena Bonham Carter has cancer, so she turns up to buy his body off him for a kiss. Srsly.15 years later, he wakes up in Mad Max's backyard.Kyle Reese is busy being an adolescent, protecting the feral kid from Thunderdome, so they team up.A lot of running around and blowing things up happens, sometimes involving a woman who has no purpose except to be rescued from stuff. Really Big Terminators are involved, and…
Sun, 29 Mar 2009: An open letter to Unilever: I recently bought a box of "Knorr The Chicken Cube"s which profess to contain "4 cubes" only to discover that in fact the product is not cubic. Rather, they are cuboids: extruded squares.Is there an explanation for this discrepancy?Yours in anticipation…
Mon, 02 Feb 2009: untitled: Babs said to me, maybe I'm not peeing for longer than I used to, maybe it's because I've only recently started timing it…
Wed, 19 Mar 2008: Facebook: Symptoms of Enormous Suckage: I just got junk mail from a credit-card company. Though it took me considerable digging to find a phone number, I called them up to tell them to never darken my doorway again, and asked them which other scum-sucking company had sold them my details. They told me it was Experian. So I called Experian and let me opinions on the matter be heard.Thing is, I'm not the only person to hate getting spam.Most of you know how I feel about junk like this. But maybe when you're presented with a shiny button that says, "click here to send shit to people…
Mon, 17 Mar 2008: Science Fiction: SF has a bad rap. SF novels are never considered for any of the big literary awards. Far from reaching the quarter-finals of the Booker Prize, they have to settle for back-pats from their own peers. In literary terms, the Hugo or Nebula awards are the equivalent of the wooden spoon you get for coming last in the parents'-day sack race in front of your horribly-embarrassed children.It shouldn't be this way. I read SF. I used to read a lot more; my childhood book-pile was very exclusive: if it didn't have a spaceship on the cover, or at lease…