I’m not au fait with the whole Friendster/ social networking thing, but I’ve signed up to one anyway. Backwash is “The Internet organised by personality” which is nice. Make friends and they can see your bookmarked links. If they bookmark the link their friends can see the link, and so on through however many degrees of separation, with popular links getting boosted onto the front page. There also appears to be a payola scheme for getting their columnists to mention your links, but I’m ignoring that. Anyway, my profile. Be my friend.
I was trying to think of an ironic commentary for this but really I can’t.
From the lovely Floatyfish on Livejournal
I don’t have to go to Nevada for the Burning Man. I just have to go home and hop across the Solway to the Wicker Man festival. The 100 Things plan to go to Burning Man did include the option of a Scottish version, provisionally titled Soggy Man, so who knows.
Let’s hear it for the introvert. I’m a bit more introvert than I am extrovert, and it doesn’t always take alcohol to help me flip between states. But if extrovert means the sort of gobby moron who’d volunteer for Big Brother then I’m on the side of the quiet ones every time.
It’s taken a while to transfer all the cow pictures Damian and I took on Saturday to the gallery and get them labelled. I’m still only a third of the way through the whole herd as well. Ickle has spotted that a few have already been vandalised, which is annoying but not unexpected.