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It’ll Be Bed-ins For Peace Next, I’m Telling You…
I think some people are starting to worry that Amanda Palmer is becoming Neil Gaiman’s Yoko: Ah me, it seems love has clouded your judgement, you’re a writer damn-it & a great writer with an original voice-this makes you look just silly!Pity! Okay Neil, what exactky is the point of this photo? I always thought…
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Some Advice From An Author
Just read an interesting interview with Marshall Karp on M. J. Rose’s blog, Buzz, Balls & Hype. Two bits in particular caught my attention, not for what they say – because neither is a new thought to me – but because of the rather entertaining way in which he expressed it. You’re not going to…
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I Think It Means I’m Weird, Love…
Jules: [Holding a book about dream interpretation] What was that dream you had last night about? Me: I dreamed that I was inserted into a virtual reality simulation of an auditorium as part of a road-safety education campaign and then, when I could feel they were about to bring us back out, and purely on…
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Spam Reaches New Bizarre Theshold
Most spam tends towards the bizarre. I guess it’s a feature of the genre, or would be were spam a genre rather than a plague. But I just received one that pushed the envelope to new levels of illogicality, starting with the mail’s subject: Wish you had three hands you could wear a watch on?…
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Panic, Counter-Panic, And Those Standing Firm
In my office, much of the talk is of swine flu, as I’m sure is the case everywhere. Fits of coughing are greeted with perfectly timed mutters of: “And there goes the first one…” while statements in scheduling meetings are inevitably laced with qualifications that any time estimates are dependent on us not dying beforehand.…