Word-whore. I write 'em. I talk 'em. Information, politics, media, and the cybers. I drink. I use bad words. All publication is a political act. All communication is propaganda. All art is pornography. All business is personal. All hail Eris! Vive les poissons rouges sauvages!
Posts which are categorised as “Notes” are my asides: brief notes which are usually just one paragraph long and aren’t displayed with a headline.
When my friend Richard told me that Tourette’s Guy was dead and that it was the best thing on the web, I wasn’t sure whether the video was tasteless. But as I watched more, I figured out that it was actually very compassionate.
When you watch this video, what emotions do you have? I’d like to know…
So, we’re going to sell uranium to India, eh? Here’s Clarke and Dawe’s take on this issue from last year.
Excellent. One week into using Facebook and I’ve just had my first “friend” request from a complete stranger. Silly man, he didn’t even provide a message to suggest why I’d want to be his friend.
Why are you most likely to wait on hold when you call a communications company?
Ah yes! The Plan gently unfolds. My new business name Skank Media is now registered. A shame that the Office of Fair Trading has got my name wrong on the certificate — again.
I loathe pigeons. “Skyrats,” I call them, and I annoy ’Pong by chasing them into oncoming buses. But yesterday we found a pigeon struggling to walk because its legs had become entangled in string or something — and we tried to catch it to set it free. Why did we bother? Logically, it’s inconsistent. What does that say about us?