Posts from 28th January 2004

Jan 04

Pretty much as soon as the blizzard started

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Pretty much as soon as the blizzard started (w/thunder and everything) one of our rabbits started going mental – she was darting about, bashing her hutch-mate and making the loudest growls I’ve ever heard from her, echoing snarling yelps which sounded like they should be made by an animal twice her size. We let her out to run in the kitchen and it calmed her down a little. But was it nature or just coincidence? I’m going to go out into the back garden and give them a bit of snow to play with now.


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Poptimism: an unexpected ally!! (If it is him – he doesn’t seem terribly optimistic here anyhow)

For my wedding present

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For my wedding present Mike Daddino very very kindly gave me a massive folder of CD-Rs, full of MP3s. Among them were every MP3 he’d managed to track down (as of 2001 or so) from the Appendices of Simon ReynoldsEnergy Flash. I’ve finally got round to listening to some of these discs, and the best way of my doing this is by copying chunks of them to my hard drive. So I’ve just put around 200 early techno, house, hardcore etc. MP3s there – and it so happens this hard drive is also accessible via soulseek. My name on Slsk is mymble2 – if you’re an NYLPM reader drop me a message and I’ll put you on my user list which might reduce queueing a little. There are also around 2000 other tracks on there, including all the No.1’s for Popular, but the Bluffers’ Guide to Dance Music stuff is all in the 80s Dance and 90s Dance folders. (Apologies for the total lack of sorting!). I’m likely to be deleting stuff fairly regularly though as I try and cope with all the rest of the stuff Mike gave me.

Oh, and Popnose should be back up tonight or tomorrow morning, too.

The Brown Wedge helps with your comic education

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The Brown Wedge helps with your comic education with Ivan Brunetti’s 22 Panels That Always Work, an instructive how to piece. Admittedly that one has a bit of a tongue it is cheek. This is possibly more useful, Wally Wood’s version of the same exercise. It is duller though. The suggestion, especially highlighted by Wally Wood’s piece, is that the comic artist has to have techniques for dealing with those dull writers who just have characters yakking on all they time. Comics aren’t necessarily about action after all, (no matter what certain early nineties artists would tell you). That said it is the combination between art and dialogue that is essential for the form. Too much static art and you start to ask yourself why its not just written as prose.
(Links nicked from Bugpowder who nicked ’em from somewhere else).

I Love Horses, They’re My Friends

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I Love Horses, They’re My Friends. Advert breaks have been spiced up since Christmas by the wonderous publishing house known as Deagostini, the mafia front* magazine publishers who publish magazines in series of one squillion issues, each with a special** free gift. A recent favourite in Peckham Palais has been “I Love Horses and Horse-Riding” magazine, which features a lovely yet slightly desperate song lyric – as seen above. Makes me relieved I bypassed horse riding girls stories in favour of Just William. How I wished it was THE WAR so I could collect SCRAP but perhaps that’s a topic more for the Brown Wedge eh?

What? Sounds a great song don’t you think? IF ONLY a jaunty remix was available on the interweb for all us horse lovers! Hopefully in mp3 format? Cor… because you’ve been good this year, go on. Yet again Do You See points you in the right direction – (DIRECT LINK TO MP3 boys and girls so ‘ware). He has other songs too, but I suggest you spend a bit of time admiring the cute robot. Awww. Robots. Nice one Mystery Bob.

I love robots.
They’re my friends.

**special alright, yeah yeah. aaaah. no not aaaah. aaaaaah.

>The moss on a dead man’s skull

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The moss on a dead man’s skull“: isn’t this just most evocative phrase? On the whole the doortstep-weight Religion and the Decline of Magic: Studies in Popular Beliefs in 16th- and 17th-Century England (Keith Thomas, 1971, Penguin University Books) is funny and somehow heartening rather than poetic – endless anecdotes of the imaginative or bolshy alternatives to orthodox Christianity that the unlettered and unsung evolved, to suit themselves. Once the Bible was in English, those who could read seem to have found almost anything they looked for: the fact that the ones Thomas records were the ones who got themselves into trouble for Religious Incorrectness (so that their mini-heresies got into the records of the Ecclesiastical Courts) is I suppose a sign that it might not have been as much fun for them to live it as it is for us to read it, but still, a vivid sense of orneriness is what mainly comes across, plus amusingly annoyed priests and agitiators and intellectuals aghast at how wrong the masses endlessly are. It’s hard to argue that these particular masses were right, exactly: but the commentators don’t come out of it better, either.

3-0 is the standard walkover result

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3-0 is the standard walkover result – when Scotland ‘beat’ Estonia when Estonia didn’t turn up. If UEFA upheld Wales’ complaint, UEFA would scratch that game and the record would say it never got played, Russia didn’t show and Wales were awarded the points.

A side-benefit of the case shows that comments about Rio Ferdinand playing against Turkey take on a new light – Turkey would presumably have complained had he played, so the argument that this was reason enough to exclude him seems to have gained weight in my book.

So Mark Haddon wins the Whitbread Prize

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So Mark Haddon wins the Whitbread Prize for The Curious Incidence Of The Dog In the Night. Deserved? I think so. In a year where publishing sensations seem to pop out of the woodwork every couple of months, this is the one whichI was actually moved to read. Because of its theme (a boy with Aspergers Syndrome), and the relentless good humour in which the book is presented. Its also the book I have given as a gift the most over the last year, and as one of the recipients was chuffed. Mainly because it contains a tangental maths problem which the book nevertheless feels good enough to put an answer to in the back.

Maybe we were waiting for a day when a book with a solutions page would win a prize, but this one is a good’un. Maybe the Whitbread is not as highly thought of as the Booker, but then the chairman Carey was mighty pissed off when the rest of the panel would not let him short-list The Curious Incidence…

Hurrah! The Lady QCs took second place in the pub quiz

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Hurrah! The Lady QCs took second place in the pub quiz and first place in the spiritual victory prize. Yes, last night there was a mob-handed takeover at the quiz, where our motley two groups of loons scooped first AND second prize. I felt a little guilty about this, until I realised that I was exempt due to answering about one question the entire night. I was, truth to be told, more of a keen observatrice than an eagle-braned (eagles = brane faces?) question solver.

Whilst pondering this last night, I came up with the mathematical theory of booze percentages. See this! If The Lady QCs come second, they get ’20 worth of drinks. Let us call this x. I answered one question (y). If y is proportional to x, then x=one half (40 questions). So we want to figure out what x is worth in booze. Unfortunately here my pub maths fails me, so I guesstimate that each question is worth a half of shandy (easy questions = lemonade bit, harder ones = booze bit). I got one easy question, which means by rights, I should have taken home a half of lemonade from that ’20. Instead, I fetched from the bar a lovely and soothing whisky mac. This clearly does not solve the equation correctly. A whisky mac is surely equal to at least ten questions.

But never mind, seeing as we got the money at 10.30, we had to spend it in the best way we saw fit.

Therefore I deduce that maths must be flexible to fit in with the needs of this ages drinker, and started to propose a thesis to put before the esteemed workplaces’s Department of Maths. . x:y => nQuestions => errrrr lets get someone else to go to the bar.

CONCLUSION: don’t drink lots of coke before you go to bed, YOU WILL NOT SLEEP and come up with idiotic bad maths proposals. Perhaps all I needed was a scientific calculator though…

Pub Quiz Etiquette

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Pub Quiz Etiquette: A team with several publog regulars won a pub quiz last night. A team with several more publog regulars came second. Total swag – ’50 of drinks vouchers. But this morning it’s hard to feel too proud – the teams in question ended up with 11 and 8 contestants apiece. Hardly surprising or fair that we did so well, then.

But is that the case? The fault surely lies with the quizmaster for allowing unlimited team sizes, a fairly basic rule whose absence we didn’t intend to exploit – people just kept turning up. Also in this case there were 19 teams even including our two gargantuas and the quizmaster made the error of reading out the scores after each of 8 rounds – upshot: it took AGES and the winner wasn’t even announced until 10.30. Given that the drinks vouchers had to be spent on the night that left half an hour to deal with ’50 – if we’d been two teams of four some seriously rushed drinking would have ensued. As it was it served 19 people quite handily.