101 ways to save the internet
Wired have given us 101 ways to save the internet. Most of them would actually work.
Wired have given us 101 ways to save the internet. Most of them would actually work.
I don’t think Spinneyhead can pass the magical number before 2004, but let’s give it a try.
I’m not above cheating to get there. Hit the Refresh button a couple of times whilst you’re here.
Mattel has once again failed to successfully sue someone using Barbie in their art.
Half the $3,700 profit that Mr Forsythe made from the series of photos came from Mattel’s own investigators, who bought up copies for the court case.
I can never manage to pedal fast enough, but for all the drivers in Greater Manchester manchesteronline has the locations of all the current speed and traffic cameras.
Which is probably something the Royals as a whole should get, not just their dogs.
Western stars have a habit of sneaking off to Japan to make commercials safe in the knowledge that no-one else will see them. Unless, that is, someone created a site full of them. (requires quicktime)
Geoblog is now overlayed onto a daylight map, possibly with the weather overlayed, but I’m not so sure about the up-to-dateness of that. Watch the little dots appear as blogs are updated all around the world.
I just checked out my New Year Resolutions for 2003. Quite a spectacular failure all round, I’d say.
Some of them are going into holdover for 2004. In fact, I think I’ll give all of them another try. I’ll just add them to yesterday’s wishes and charge blindly onwards.
Sitting here blogging at a, er, leisurely, pace, I have to admit I’d welcome universal wireless broadband.
Warren Ellis has opened up Die Puny Humans for contributors to outline their wishes and predictions for 2004 (start here and work up and down). I like this idea, so-
‘Former President Bush’ Now I’ll probably get comments asking why a foreigner should care, or dare to comment, about the political situation in the old US of A. Well, the answer is quite simple. What goes on in America impacts, for good or ill, on the rest of us. And with our dear Prime Mimicker trying to following religiously in the chimp’s cloven hoof prints we Brits are the logical second choice for any Al Quaeda clone looking for a target. So for this reason, and all the treaty busting (Do as we say, not as we do), the removal of George junior can only serve to make us all safer. Of course, unless he’s deposed by the Dean/ Clark dream ticket then we’ve just got Republicans by another name in power and the fuzzy warm glow will only last into the middle of 2005.
Thirtysomething With more of my beer group (it’s a bit like a peer group, only we spend too much time in the pub) entering their fourth decade I don’t get to feel so old. It’s not going to stop me running around after 20 year olds though.
Cash flow I’m putting everything into place. I have content and merchandise, payment systems and great plans. What I really need is a big boost to the Spinneyhead brand’s profile. And a part time job that pays well.
Ulcer-be-gone The little bastard really has to heal up and go away.
The End I’ve started a load of projects and I really ought to finish a few of them.
Sex Bachelorhood’s boring, but I’m too shy and crap at the old chatting up thing to have done anything about it. I’m lovely once you get to know me (anyone wishing to endorse me on that please leave praise in the comments).
I’m sure I’ll think of some more. Any other Spinneyheads please add your lists, everyone else feel free to stick stuff in the comments.
I know I said that my week of photographing Scotland was over, but then it went and got all frosty, so I just had to have another. Took the dog up to Cogra again to check out the ice on the reservoir and then wandered around the lower of the two tracks around it.
….And I really wished I hadn’t. I don’t have anything to say on any of these stories yet, except that yesterday was one shitty Boxing Day.
Of course, America’s first BSE cow came from North of the Border.
Blame Canada, blame Canada, it seems that everythings gone wrong since Canada came along, blame Canada, blame Canada
They’re not even a real country anyway.
I know the Christmas Bank Holiday messes with payments, but neither of the ones that were supposed to have gone into my account at the start of this week have appeared. I’d like to say I’m surprised, but that would be a lie.
One for my dad. Hornby have produced, from a garden shed inventor’s idea, a real steam locomotive in OO scale. (That’s 1:76 scale. Really small. A figure would be about 1.25 cm tall.)
One day, I want to get several acres of land and start building a model village. Except this one won’t be quite the same as the usual quaint view of rural life- think Ewok tree dwellings meet Middle Earth cliff side battlements and Mad Max technology, with dark and/ or lascivious goings on in hidden corners. Though I could be tempted to pull a trick like that at the Bourton-on-the-Water model village, where the model village has a model village, which has a model village………
via BoingBoing
We’re having what Jo described as ‘New Zealand weather’. It’s been passing over us in waves, and we’ve had sleet, rain, sunshine, even a rainbow. Right now I can look out of the window and see the sky broken into bands. There’s a little bit of blue, but mostly it’s cloud in various shades, from fluffy white through cream and slate blue to threatening grey. All of it progressing from left to right and bringing new and interesting precipitation to talk about in a very British sort of way.
Thus ends my experiment of taking a picture a day of Scotland from (almost) the same point. I may do it again some time from another vantage point.
There I was, searching for something to put my Jennings in, when I came across this.