Apparently, I’m being upgraded. I’m assuming that’s a good thing.
Import Twitter As Quotes
Given the short length of Twitter entries, I’d really like to be able to import them as quotes, rather than as regular text entries. If anyone has figured out a way to do it, I’d love to know.
I have so many lists on the go that I can’t get anything done.
An Illustrated History of Videogame Consoles →
via bryanformhals: You Cant Picture This // Current Yet more evidence that my homeland is going the way George Orwell always thought it would. Things aren’t that much better here in the US, but at least a greater proportion of the US public seem to value their personal freedoms than those in the UK.
Hire your own paparazzo. →
And still it goes on. A temperature of 103 last night led to me waking drenched in sweat this morning after a torrid night during which I slept for about three hours. I almost passed out last night too, after I was foolish enough to try eating actual food… The fever seems to have broken now, thank God, although I still feel weak and strange. If I don’t eat I get light-headed, but when...
Sick, sick, sick
OK, so last week it was gastritis. Now I seem to have picked up the flu. My entire body aches, and I’m extremely aware of my own skin. My eyes are unhappy in their sockets, and my teeth appear to have a headache. Man, I feel terrible. Unfortunately, I have no choice but to be at work, as I have to interview someone this morning. Conducting an interview is perhaps the least pleasant thing to...
It’s just about impossible to follow up with words. They don’t have...– William Eggleston
Waiter Rant: Source Municipal →
“We do have Source Municipal, sir.” “Oh,” the man says, his ears perking up. “What’s that?” Pause. Wait for it. Wait for it……… “Tap water, sir.” “I beg your pardon?” “Water from the faucet, sir,” I say with beatific sincerity. “I can bring it with ice and fresh slices of lemon.”
Retired Greyhound Disrupts Football Match →
“Fool’s Mile escaped from owner Jane Holland and ran four circuits of the pitch, halting play between Blackpool Reserves and Burnley Reserves and prompting a standing ovation from spectators.”
Lost: One Hour Of Sleep
Sixty beautiful, restful minutes. Went missing sometime between 2am and 3am this morning. If found, please return to Alex at Feeding The Beast. Small reward for safe return.
Steve Jobs Made Me Miss My Flight →
“I’m standing, watching my laptop on the table, listening to security clucking just behind me. “There’s no drive,” one says. “And no ports on the back. It has a couple of lines where the drive should be,” she continues.” via Wide Awake Developers
Photo Opportunity (Missed)
In Nichol’s restaurant, Marina del Rey; a tall elderly gentleman, probably in his late-eighties and reluctantly walking with a cane, wearing the following: A woolen cap, a grey sportcoat over a pale pink shirt, mustard-yellow corduroy shorts, sneakers and knee length, bright red Adidas athletic socks. Somehow he pulled off this weird ensemble, and looked extremely dapper.
When forced to work within a strict framework the imagination is taxed to its...– T. S. Eliot
Difficulties mastered are opportunities won.– Winston Churchill