Monthly archives: August 2003

These boots were made for walking, the marquis de sade don�t wear no boots like these

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It seems Spinneyhead is rapidly becoming a stopping off point for people with fetishes for celebrity feet. I’m now second on Google for Alyson Hannigan’s feet pics, but I’m also getting visits for katie holmes feet & toes.
I probably shouldn’t read too much into it, considering I was visited this morning by someone looking for kitten sack masturbate photo. And by talking about this sort of behaviour I’m just encouraging it. I should stop giving the perverts the oxygen of publicity.
Stone Roses, Fool’s Gold

I'm in with the "in" crowd, And I know what the "in" crowd knows.

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Yay! It’s about time someone came to the defence of Jess Lemon and had a go at some fanboys’ habits of dissing anyone who tries to tell them how comics could be more inviting to new readers.

Even if we are forced to buy comics in dark little shops with an unpleasant stench of mad people’s sweat, there’s no reason to keep them there.

Bryan Ferry, The In Crowd

My job is very boring, I'm an office clerk

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Oh, if only it weren’t true.

My job was (grasps for diplomatic word) uninspiring enough before it was confirmed that I’m clerical support. No offence to the clerics out there, but as far as I’m concerned they can support themselves- it’s not a job I’m any good at or care enough about to become any good at. But it’s money, and my creditors are desperate enough that I need to keep on going in. For longer now, as well, because mister work smarter not harder (who visits from some other office every so often) seems to equate hours with intelligence. The extra cash in my pocket covers, and little more, the increased cost incurred by using the train, so my creditors can’t expect my payments to go up, thank you.

Of course, I’m not that inspired any more by the job I did for four years at The Gas and despair of ever getting the training needed to stay current, let alone move on to the big boys of the database field. Of course, I have to keep applying for jobs developing in Access, because that’s what I have experience in. You can imagine I feel a little trapped.

So, fuck it. It’s time for a change of direction and emphasis. From now on jobs are for my benefit, not the employers. In this case I’ll turn up, do the job to the best of my ability, go away and pocket my money every week. No pretence that I want to be supporting the clerics next week, let alone next year, because I’m on the lookout for a better job. One where I can learn to use SQL Server, Oracle, php or C++, that’s within cycling distance (10 miles) and where I can meet people I have more in common with than a shared employer.

On Tuesday I’m going for an interview to get on a part time Graphic Design course, which is part of a longer term plan to make me happier with my work. If I get on it I’ll probably find that cutting back to four days a week in the office isn’t deemed a smart enough way to work. Which’ll be their loss really.

Anyway, rant over. I just went to Bike Doc to get a new saddle for my mountain bike, because I’m too much of a wuss for the razor blade it currently has. I think I’ve found the bike I want to trade my commuter in for. My Marin Larkspur is a quality bike, but it’s a little too…. civilised, for me. I think a Muirwoods is more my style. Another reason to get a job within cycling distance.

Martha & The Muffins, Echo Beach

All together now

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Back in either April or May we accidentally managed to get 7/8 of Team Spinneyhead in a bar. I think we should make a deliberate effort to repeat this sometime in the next few weekends. The minimum turnout required for success is 6/8 (inc. John O). The last attempt at this was pretty dismal, 3/8.

In order to keep our referral pimping webmaster happy the title is from Yellow Submarine.

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing

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Just for silliness, and inspired by yesterday’s TMBG episodes, I’m declaring this a song titles and lyrics in post headers weekend (all the way through to Monday). Lyrics will be acknowledged and, where possible, a link to a relevant amazon page provided.

This one Abba

Previous post (after editing) Carter USM

The Sun is a Mass of Incandescent Gas

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A gigantic nuclear furnace.

Yes, it’s one of those steal They Might Be Giants lyrics for post titles days.

For years, the world’s largest scale model of the universe was in Peoria, Illinois. At 1 mile to 125 million, it is 35 miles long. It allows the hosting of asteroids even further away. Is there one that would fly through Longsight, I wonder?

Get them young

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From: John

To: Pattinson,I,Ian

Subject: Makes you wonder if there is a thing called propaganda anymore

Found this while on my conference call….Good read. Literally.

http://edition.cnn.com/2003/WORLD/meast/08/13/us.arabic.magazine/index.html

Kind Regards,

John

From: Pattinson,I,Ian

Sent: 14 August 2003 12:04

To: John

Subject: RE: Makes you wonder if there is a thing called propaganda anymore

a constructive, interactive dialogue on many aspects of American society ??????

Right, so long as the interaction involves the misinformed towelheads suddenly realising that America isn’t the Great Satan and then rushing out to buy halal Big Macs.

I think America needs a populist magazine all about other countries, particularly those it has invaded/ is about to invade. It could have a history of the country, cover CD of popular music, discussion of popular TV and film and ‘day in the life’ pieces from people in the target audience’s age range.

From: John

To: Pattinson,I,Ian

Subject: RE: Makes you wonder if there is a thing called propaganda anymore

well America realises they can’t reach the older generation. Just like any good corporation, you have to get them hooked young!!!

Anyway, the best part of the of it all, is that all content is approved through three different state department committees. Why don’t they just call it what is? State sponsored propaganda. Hmm…I get my own answer to that question….Doesn’t sound as good.

Thank god it is Thursday. I am off to the dentist tomorrow morning to get me teeth prepared for dental hell in the states.. Not fun.

Heavensent- Chapter 10, Part 5

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Landfall was a long thin beach, sheltered from the worst of the coastal currents by a string of tiny islands. The flying boat skipped over the light waves and drove a way up the sand.

Sheel was first out, scanning the tree line for signs of trouble. She signalled and Jayn stepped down. Gimm and Bobb came next, laden with any useful equipment they had been able to remove from the plane.

They walked up the beach, the sand giving way to pebbles and then earth. Under a tree curved by the wind of the ocean, they laid out the map and calculated their position.

“There is a fishing community amongst the islands.” Gimm did Jayn the courtesy of talking in a language she could understand. “But these red marks I believe are military camps.” He looked at Jayn, to check her response. Knowing she should not, she nodded assent.

“There is swampland behind the beach almost the entire length.” bobb noted, “But that is a major highway and there are minor roads to the shore all along its length.” His head jerked up and he looked around. After a moment he returned to studying the map as if nothing had happened. “We have company.” he told Gimm and sheel in their own language, then to Jayn. “There are a number of people in the trees watching us. You expect a welcoming party?”

“Not my mission. I do not know.” Jayn stood up and stared into the green darkness. She could see nothing and only heard the rustle of branches moving.

A figure moved from behind a tree. Others joined it and advanced toward the group around the map. They were all armed, though only two of them held guns. The rest brandished harpoon bows and the larger implements used to hook and kill fish. One of the rifle carriers stepped forward and studied the little group, who had now all stood. “Wrong place. Landing there.” He pointed down the beach.

“Not marked.” Gimm held up the map and indicated the beach.

If you love something set it free……

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Lifted whole from the Bookcrossing e-mail I just received.

urbis to loose books upon manchester, england

I got a call yesterday from Urbis, to let me know they are planning a large-scale book release in Manchester, England, this Saturday, August 16. Urbis is a “new kind of museum,” set in a iconic shimmering skyscraper, and focuses on exhibits celebrating urban life in cities like Manchester, Los Angeles, Sao Paolo, Singapore, Paris and Tokyo.

According to their press release, Urbis will be releasing hundreds of books in locations across the city in shops, cafes, pubs, phone boxes, on park benches, at bus stops and in train stations. They will even be enlisting the help of cab drivers and train operators to move books beyond the city limits.

Scott Burnham, Urbis Creative Director said: “The beauty of Bookcrossing is that it’s organic – this project will evolve and take on a life its own as books are passed on and on. Bookcrossing is about animating the city of Manchester with a unique collaboration between Urbis and an international project and giving everyone the opportunity to embark on a journey of discovery whether it’s finding a book in a unique location, discovering its story or tracing the people who have read it before you.”

Addition- the Guardian on this story