Aegri Somnia




Which character from The King in Yellow are you?


(WTF is The King in Yellow, I hear you cry? In answer, I curl my lip at your egregious ignorance, and flick a link in your direction-- like a wealthy noblewoman tossing a single copper to the mute and filthy beggar who claws at her skirts.)

The King in Yellow

Orisinal.com - Bauns

Look! It's like Puzzle Bobble! With a ball! On a bit of string! ROCK!

(From milkandcookies.com)

Afghanistan: Escalating Attacks on Aid Workers and Civilians (Human Rights Watch Press release, New York, June 27, 2002)

(New York, June 27, 2002) Factional rivalry in northern Afghanistan is leading to a rise in attacks on humanitarian aid workers and Afghan civilians, Human Rights Watch said in a new briefing paper released today. The growing insecurity threatens the continued delivery of humanitarian aid and resettlement assistance.... Read the article for more.

* t h e * t a n t r i c * p r i n c e s s *

One of those times where you know you shouldn't laugh, but...

TechnoSphere 4.01 Index

"TechnoSphere is a 3D model world inhabited by artificial lifeforms created by WWW users. There are thousands of creatures in the world all competing to survive. They eat, fight, mate and create offspring which evolve and adapt to their environment. When you make a creature it will email you to let you know what it has been getting up to in its world. Using the creature tools you can find out how your creature is surviving, what it is doing at any time, and where it is in the terrain.
Use the creature tools to make your own artificial lifeform for free and take part in this unique simulation. "

(Found here: "Why Are There So Many Carnivores in the Technosphere?")

culture data repository 1.5

Interesting board, this. It's supposedly a forum for discussing Iain Bank's Culture books, but in practice they talk about all sorts. I'm gonna lurk it a bit. (Found via plasticbag.org

w00t!!!

Somebody linked to my board from their blog! ( Butterfly Farming)

Admittedly, she's led everyone to the Ninjas v Pirates thread, thus making me look like a giggling moron, but it's the thought that counts.

myCFnow.com - Chimp Who Communicated With Sign Language Dies

I don't know why, but this makes me sad. Maybe I'm sad for the little character who knew 180 words of sign language and like to wear a red dress; maybe I'm sad for the chimp who never got to dig out termites with a stick, or do, y'know, chimp stuff. (And yeah, I do know what "chimp stuff" entails.)

Link from here: arthur b's livejournal

Transsexuals win harassment suit against Toys "R" Us

(Daily news Friday, June 28, 2002... Advocate.com)

Three transfolk won their suit against a Brooklyn Toys R Us for harassment on Thursday. They were threatened, menaced with baseball bats and verbally abused. The jury upheld their case, but awarded them-- get this-- $1 each in compensation. $1! That's about, what, 70p, 75p?

Jesus. I mean, it's Toys R Us, for the love of Mike. Couldn't they at least spring for a Lego Technic?

OI!!!

Who's been biting MYYYY bandwidth then?

I can't help noticing that the piccy I've used for my sidebar has had 430+ views today. Now, I get about 10-20 visitors to this blog per day, so someone's been remote linking the image. Same thing goes for Jor-Dog.

Under different circumstances, I wouldn't mind (we've all done it at one time or another) but I use a free image hosting site which allows me 8 MB per day. The more views, the more bandwidth gets used up. Last time somebody remote-linked some of my work it got so that all my banwidth was burnt out the next day, so nobody could see any of the pix. I don't mind if people want to use images that I post here- they're not exactly blindingly original, let's face it. But I'd appreciate it if you'd save it to your hard-drive, and then upload it to your own server. If you don't have a server, you can use a free image hosting service-- I use villagephotos.com. It's a piece of cake to set up an account, and very user friendly.

Ta.

Blode.

I meant to post this awhile back, but I sort of forgot or something.

Blode 4 - Food Feed Fury - Presented by Joel Veitch - rathergood.com

Let's WARCHALK!

Warchalking: The practice of chalking glyphs on walls and pavements to indicate that there's a wireless connection node in the area. I think it's a pretty nifty idea; others aren't so sure...

ZDNet |UK| - News - Story - Warchalking: London Wi-Fi guerrillas take tips from hobos

Stupid? Evil? We have the answers!

From Time Cube: My wisdom is above genius. You are educated stupid and evil by stupid evil educators. Academic ban of Time Cube free speech debate rights is unconstitutinal, undemocratic and unadulterated tyrannical....

YOU are the lowest form.
YOU can't procreate alone.
YOU destroyed the village.
YOU destroyed the family.
YOU destroyed childhood.
YOU destroyed naturalism.
YOU don't know the Truth.
YOU pitiful mindless fools,
YOU are educated stupid.
YOU worship cubeless word.
YOU are your own poison.
YOU create your own hell.
YOU must seek Time Cube.


Oh, no. I'm all stupid and evil! Nevermind, I can educate myself now.

(Link found here, where there are many other edifying links: moof.org.uk)

Search referrals, continued.

Apparently someone was looking for this: http://google.yahoo.com/bin/query?p=i+want+a+picture+of+a+dog&hc=0&hs=0

Bless! That's so cute- like a letter to Father Christmas, almost. Look, little dog-picture person, here is the Google Image Search! And when you type the word "dog" into the little box, you get lots of lovely pictures of nice doggies!

Somewhat less cute was the latest corpse-pic hunter who had apparently waded through three pages of search results, and had never in all that time asked themselves what the "Image" button did. Nice going, doombrain.

Magnetic wood to finally force boring so-and-sos with cellphones to shut the hell up once in a while

From the New Scientist: Magnetic wood blocks mobile phone signals


Coming soon to a cinema near me, I devoutly HOPE and PRAY. I know they're convenient, I know some people need them for work or saftey or drug deals or whatever, but unless you're expecting waiting for a new kidney or something there are times when that hideous beepity-beeping gadget in your pocket ought to be turned OFF. You don't need it in a caff. You don't need it in the cinema. You don't need need it in the library and you definately don't need it in the bloody EXAM ROOM, you inconsiderate self-important egomanical PILLOCK.

Looks like this auction is over, having accrued about as many bids as it deserved: i.e., 0. Assuming that the seller was actully expecting to make some money out of this, I bet there's a lot of self-kicking going on. Half a million dollars? I think not. I'm hoping that this was merely a jape or funniment and the high price was there to deter people from wasting their dosh. I'd hate to think of how big a moron you'd have to be to assume that everyone interested in magick is a) stupid enough to fall for this and b) rich enough to afford it. (Yeah, we've all got sackfuls of money under our narrow, loveless beds, laid away against the day when some terrible relic comes up on fungeing e-bay.)

By popular demand

Owing to unprecidented reader interest, I would like to let everyone know that the photograph I linked to on Wednesday came from nicecupofteaandasitdown.com.

I can particularly recommend their biscuit review.

Blog bloggity blog blog blog.

From here:

Dorothy has an extensive list of words to hate. She's pretty much right-on with most of them (what's wrong with 'disrobe'?) and so I'd like to add one more: blog. Blogging. Yes, I know there's a little button down there that links to Blogger.com, but really! Blog, yech, it sounds like something you'd find in a toilet. Blog. What's wrong with weblog? Or web site? Call this a web site. Please.

I actually sort of like the word "blog." It makes me think of walking along muddy paths in the woods, something I used to do a lot of in my rural, car-less youth. (And before you say it: no, my family did not sell the car to buy a set of matching ten-speed mountain bikes. My dad couldn't see well enough to drive and my mum never passed her test. I got around on shanks ponies or a decrepit lady's shopper. Er. That's a lady's shopping bike which was decrepit, not a bike for decrepit ladies.)

So, life. Still fraught. Still can't find a proper job. I started at the call centre today; I'm not looking forward to going back. Oh, well. It's only till Thursday, then I have a caretaking gig lined up. My co-ordinator was most impressed when I said I could do light repairs: apparently most of the females don't know one end of a screwdriver from the other. I had an interview for a part-time job in a pharmacy but I don't think I'll get that.

I can't belive how much energy I've had lately. I was up till three this morning writing my magick/environmental story, and I still had it in me to take a three-hour round trip on the tube and then walk around my area looking for "help wanted" notices. I'm tired, but somehow I can't stop.

Oh, God. Another sick search referal: this time it was some human compost-heap looking for "Chiang+12+year+old+t1ts". 'Scuse the l33t-- I'm trying to avoid turning up on too many t1t searches coz the kind of person who searches for "t1ts" is likely to take huge horrible offense at the contents of this here blog. I can do without any more eejits sending me pr0n. (I should perhaps make it clear that I have no problem in principle with pr0n involving consenting adults.)

So, anyway. Sick fuck searches. Now, since this page has turned up on one such search it is reasonable to suppose that it will turn up on others, so I'll take the opportunity to address any k1ddy-pr0n consumers who may happen to stumble across it:

You are not out of the loop. You are not "only" a collector. What you are doing is not harmless.

You are playing a vital part in an industry that destroys lives.

That's all.

Impressive panoramic tea drinking in the Glens of Antrim

Emotional.