Wednesday, April 30, 2003
Tuesday, April 29, 2003
Monday, April 28, 2003
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Rob's Amazing Poem Generator
poade had
to answer this question
that Irish faggot georgied was directed
to our left with candy
crisp that swine. Typical
Brighton clientele. Then
some silly dancing get_comment_link 93359425
Add a stick and
fed a couple of
the Web my Blog
Blogs I have a funky
Buddha. Standing outside
the splurge.
Rob's Amazing Poem Generator
"Sinead O'Connor Announces Plans to Retire From Showbiz Eight Years After Showbiz Retired From Her". As Bazzoh and the Turtle would say, touché.
Hollywood Pulse.com--Stimulating Irregular Heartbeats Since 2001
Hollywood Pulse.com--Stimulating Irregular Heartbeats Since 2001
I found a couple of websites with loads of funny movie clips and tv ads. The first one is Kontraband, you'll need quick time for this one. Also, if you go to Punch Baby there's plenty more.
Word of advice: you'll need broadband cos most of the clips are at least 2MB in size.
Word of advice: you'll need broadband cos most of the clips are at least 2MB in size.
Sunday, April 27, 2003
Right, Brighton then.
Train journey down was a few hours and involved one or two cans / scotches (dependent on drinker) and many games of cards. Hotel was very nice, but only on the basis the rooms were 60% off. If I had paid full whack then the place wasn't quite luxurious as it likes to think it is. First to Doctor Brightons, a little pub next to the hotel with a traditional feel, a massive selection of drinks and a typical Brighton clientele. Then on to The Sussex where, surprise surprise, a quiz machine was found and fed a hearty meal. We fed ourselves at what seemed like a chain pub, but whose name escapes me. There was table football however, which drew the poade like any game / sport always does. And, it being poade, there had to be an edge - drink forfeits. Thus Greg was given Baileys, Vodka and Lime - a concoction that curdled immediately and had to be eaten with a fork, whilst Les was given Gin, green aftershock and soda. Mmm.
Poade and my goodself then unceremoniously dumped everyone (sorry guys), and had a jug of a vodka cocktail at a funky little chilled bar called Riki Tiks. From there to William the 4th, in which Poade was directed to head right for the toilets, only appear 20 seconds later to our left with a confused look on his face. Then straight to the Brighton Gloucester, where ID was asked for. I took this as a massive compliment (despite the "you'll need ID until you start shaving" dig from the bouncer), but we got asked a number of times over the weekend, so it's evidently a Brighton thang. We were undoubtedly the oldest in the place, but had a good time dancing to classics and moderns of the pogo inducing variety. Nack arrived. I attempted to direct us home. Poade successfully corrected my mistakes. Chips for supper.
Saturday. Half an hour at the hotel gym and swimming pool. Meet everyone at the end of the pier. Log Flume (dull, short, wet - much like me) and a loop the loop roller coaster (dull, short, dry). Then, it being noon, it was time for a breakfast of chips and mushy peas. Then a bit of wandering round the shops - bought a Jon Carter Nylon Pylon remix and The White Stripes single before we got thoroughly bored. Lots of little confusing streets it's impossible to get a grip on when you only have a few hours. So we promenaded along the Beach, that had the sports of Venice Beach and the stalls of Glastonbury festival. A bit of chilly sunbathing, then back to the Pier for some silly dancing on an arcade machine (much to the distaste of the 12 year olds camping there), then some crazy golf (because it's the seaside and you have to). Back to the hotel to refresh, one drink in The Victory Inn waiting to meet people, then an OK meal in Browns. On to the ubiquitous Walkabout, then once again a parting of the ways as Poade and deadman tried to get into Funky Buddha. Standing outside the music sounded great, but sadly that's as near as we got, since Poade had no ID, he looking 17 and all. Next door, we found the arc, where a funky time was to be found with some popular easy beats. Chips for supper.
The End.
Train journey down was a few hours and involved one or two cans / scotches (dependent on drinker) and many games of cards. Hotel was very nice, but only on the basis the rooms were 60% off. If I had paid full whack then the place wasn't quite luxurious as it likes to think it is. First to Doctor Brightons, a little pub next to the hotel with a traditional feel, a massive selection of drinks and a typical Brighton clientele. Then on to The Sussex where, surprise surprise, a quiz machine was found and fed a hearty meal. We fed ourselves at what seemed like a chain pub, but whose name escapes me. There was table football however, which drew the poade like any game / sport always does. And, it being poade, there had to be an edge - drink forfeits. Thus Greg was given Baileys, Vodka and Lime - a concoction that curdled immediately and had to be eaten with a fork, whilst Les was given Gin, green aftershock and soda. Mmm.
Poade and my goodself then unceremoniously dumped everyone (sorry guys), and had a jug of a vodka cocktail at a funky little chilled bar called Riki Tiks. From there to William the 4th, in which Poade was directed to head right for the toilets, only appear 20 seconds later to our left with a confused look on his face. Then straight to the Brighton Gloucester, where ID was asked for. I took this as a massive compliment (despite the "you'll need ID until you start shaving" dig from the bouncer), but we got asked a number of times over the weekend, so it's evidently a Brighton thang. We were undoubtedly the oldest in the place, but had a good time dancing to classics and moderns of the pogo inducing variety. Nack arrived. I attempted to direct us home. Poade successfully corrected my mistakes. Chips for supper.
Saturday. Half an hour at the hotel gym and swimming pool. Meet everyone at the end of the pier. Log Flume (dull, short, wet - much like me) and a loop the loop roller coaster (dull, short, dry). Then, it being noon, it was time for a breakfast of chips and mushy peas. Then a bit of wandering round the shops - bought a Jon Carter Nylon Pylon remix and The White Stripes single before we got thoroughly bored. Lots of little confusing streets it's impossible to get a grip on when you only have a few hours. So we promenaded along the Beach, that had the sports of Venice Beach and the stalls of Glastonbury festival. A bit of chilly sunbathing, then back to the Pier for some silly dancing on an arcade machine (much to the distaste of the 12 year olds camping there), then some crazy golf (because it's the seaside and you have to). Back to the hotel to refresh, one drink in The Victory Inn waiting to meet people, then an OK meal in Browns. On to the ubiquitous Walkabout, then once again a parting of the ways as Poade and deadman tried to get into Funky Buddha. Standing outside the music sounded great, but sadly that's as near as we got, since Poade had no ID, he looking 17 and all. Next door, we found the arc, where a funky time was to be found with some popular easy beats. Chips for supper.
The End.
Friday, April 25, 2003
Thursday, April 24, 2003
BBC NEWS | Technology | Where spam comes from For anyone plagued by junk e-mails, the question that often baffles most is how did the spammers get your address. US researchers at the Center for Democracy and Technology set out to answer this question in the summer of 2002. They found that e-mail addresses posted on websites or in newsgroups attract the most spam.
Fuck me, really? Jesus fucking Christ, well that's just fucking amazing, I never would have fucking guessed that. For fucks sake.
Fuck me, really? Jesus fucking Christ, well that's just fucking amazing, I never would have fucking guessed that. For fucks sake.
this guy self evidently wins this weeks lunatic ebayer award. In an attempt to sell a Royal Wedding Souvenir Magazine, he's written nearly six thousand words on Why 1981 was a great year to remember...
Did you sit down to watch the wedding with a cup of tea and a United with candy crisp that was only 29p? Or for the same price you could have opted for a Bandit instead, which were five fully coated wafers. Or the more traditional McVitie’s digestive for just ½p more. After all, a drink’s too wet without one.
Did you sit down to watch the wedding with a cup of tea and a United with candy crisp that was only 29p? Or for the same price you could have opted for a Bandit instead, which were five fully coated wafers. Or the more traditional McVitie’s digestive for just ½p more. After all, a drink’s too wet without one.
Wednesday, April 23, 2003
Based on preliminary internet research, if I have my way (which I very rarely do) here's how Friday and Saturday will pan out:
Friday afternoon Check In
Friday Night Dance
Saturday shopping, including shoes
Saturday Night More Dancing
Friday afternoon Check In
Friday Night Dance
Saturday shopping, including shoes
Saturday Night More Dancing
Tuesday, April 22, 2003
Half-Life sequel due soon. Woo and, indeed, hoo. Half-Life 2, Tron 2.0 and (please God) Worms 3D. Quite a good year for games.
Dear deadman Jones,
Your 4000 shares in Cult of Darian were sold at $ 0.61 ea. (3 x $ 0.20 - the current price) because Darian Drake , the blog owner, performed a leveraged buy out.
That cad, that swine. Typical bloody American.
BlogShares - Fantasy Blog Share Market
Your 4000 shares in Cult of Darian
That cad, that swine. Typical bloody American.
BlogShares - Fantasy Blog Share Market
Sunday, April 20, 2003
Friday, April 18, 2003
Monday, April 14, 2003
So me and georgied saw Feeder last night. They rocked, but we rocked harder. Or pogo'd. On the foot rail of the bar at Prague 5. Fucking thing refused to break though. Anyway we got toasted, which will probably explain the photos. And today people keep insisting I do work when I'm clearly incapable of rational thought.
Saturday, April 12, 2003
I'll blog this EMI Music Anti-Copy Control Information web site, because it links me, and if I link it it may create a link loop that may destroy the universe. Which is nice.
For anyone visiting here via the above site, I still haven't heard Placebo's new album and I'm still pissed about it.
For anyone visiting here via the above site, I still haven't heard Placebo's new album and I'm still pissed about it.
Thursday, April 10, 2003
Monday, April 07, 2003
Trying to get on the MCP site and couldn't. Phone the European helpline and get through to Delhi.
"Can you confirm your email address"
"Yes, D-E-A-D..."
"Ah, we have D-A-E-D. I will change that, try again"
"Nope, still won't work."
"Can you confirm your email address again"
"D-E-A-D-M-A-N..."
"Ah, we have M-A-M"
"You have daedmamjones?"
"Yes, I have it changed it now, try again"
And it let me in, where I discover I apparently live at "PENDLABURY TOWER" in "SOCKPORT"...
"Can you confirm your email address"
"Yes, D-E-A-D..."
"Ah, we have D-A-E-D. I will change that, try again"
"Nope, still won't work."
"Can you confirm your email address again"
"D-E-A-D-M-A-N..."
"Ah, we have M-A-M"
"You have daedmamjones?"
"Yes, I have it changed it now, try again"
And it let me in, where I discover I apparently live at "PENDLABURY TOWER" in "SOCKPORT"...
Saturday, April 05, 2003
And tonight's hacker inspired email entertainment is...:
"ONLY 17102 unique Spunky customers get to see how much damage a maclicious individual can do to your reputation when you fuckup and don't secure areas on your webpage properly.
$MOJO_ROOT_PASSWORD = 'root_password';
Holy shit! PERMISSIONS Spunky, PERMISSIONS!
To commerate this occasion, I would like you all to visit
http://www.goatse.cx/hello.jpg
Something tells me your not going to forget this picture for a while ;)"
Spunky make great Ts. And hackers make great entertainment.
"ONLY 17102 unique Spunky customers get to see how much damage a maclicious individual can do to your reputation when you fuckup and don't secure areas on your webpage properly.
$MOJO_ROOT_PASSWORD = 'root_password';
Holy shit! PERMISSIONS Spunky, PERMISSIONS!
To commerate this occasion, I would like you all to visit
http://www.goatse.cx/hello.jpg
Something tells me your not going to forget this picture for a while ;)"
Spunky make great Ts. And hackers make great entertainment.
Thursday, April 03, 2003
ETHICAL PHILOSOPHY SELECTOR
1. Jean-Paul Sartre (100%)
2. Stoics (97%)
3. Spinoza (90%)
4. Kant (89%)
5. Nietzsche (88%)
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1. Jean-Paul Sartre (100%)
2. Stoics (97%)
3. Spinoza (90%)
4. Kant (89%)
5. Nietzsche (88%)
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Wednesday, April 02, 2003
The Apathetic Online Journal Entry Generator:
I can't be bothered with anything recently, but I guess it doesn't bother me. Pretty much nothing seems worth thinking about. I haven't been up to much today. I haven't gotten anything done for a while.
Current Mood: neutral
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I can't be bothered with anything recently, but I guess it doesn't bother me. Pretty much nothing seems worth thinking about. I haven't been up to much today. I haven't gotten anything done for a while.
Current Mood: neutral
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