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Hello. How is everyone? Quiet, I notice, though I don't think I've got much room to talk. It's not like I can crowbar you into talking, though I do miss you, those of you who are quiet.

Anyway, I think a list is in order.

(a) These are some things that I love that you might like:
Gigapan Giant, ultra-high res panoramic photographs which you can zoom into and out of.

• Half the office stopped to watch this advert in the middle of Channel 4 News this evening. Brains from Thunderbirds dancing to Snap here It is aces.

Animals on the Underground. Like an ancient stargazer finding the constellations in the heavens, someone has looked at a tube map and thought "bugger me, that looks like a flamingo". A work of pointless genius.

Kahn & Selesnick invent histories to go with their wild photographs. It's a little like the imagined history backstory in His Dark Materials though coming from a near-steampunk 1940s and centring around an imaginary corps of explorers. Very weird.

Speaking of which, a steampunk dalek

• And Have I ever mentioned how much I love this sort of thing?

A new twist on using Twitter feeds in art

• This is a terrific idea and I am not sure I can describe it. Just have a look at the weird holiday memorabilia

• This was the best thing in the Guardian all week. George Plemper was a teacher in Thamesmead, which is a new town built in south-east London in the late 60s and used for slum clearances. His hobby was photography and he took hundreds of black and white pictures of the teenagers he taught between 1976 or so and 1978, when he packed in teaching. It wouldn't be allowed these days, I suppose, and that's a shame because the pictures are the most fantastic chronicle of a time gone, when glam-rock and hippiedom turned into punk. His later photographs show the new romantic aesthetic. It's like travelling back in time. The accompanying article is very good too but the meat of it is in the marvellous photographs, here and on Flickr and the occasional comments, saying what became of the kids he photographed (one is an international stylist for fashion houses)

(b) I don't know whether you've ever listened to Bessie Smith, but the lyrics are endearingly filthy. I sometimes wonder why I like filth so much. It has to be the right kind of filth. A few clever double entendres and a few jokes and I am anyone's. I think that's why I liked I'm Sorry I Haven't A Clue so much, despite its occasional political dodginess. I shall miss it very much. I liked having a set of jokes I shared with only about two million people across the country. Mrs Trellis of North Wales. Samantha the scorer and her amorous adventures. The fact that when they play Mornington Crescent, with its million arcane rules they are making it all up

(c) I am going to Wem-ber-lee in a couple of weeks because my football team has reached the play-off finals for the premiership. I'm off with me dad. It's so lovely that he's getting this chance, having supported a football team who are, to be frank, a bit shit, since about 1969. Just getting there is a total result and will be so much fun.

(d) I didn't get the boss's job at work but I am getting a pay rise. Guilt-inspired, I think, but I'll take it. If I can just get through the next month, when everyone is off for various medical things and I am the only person who is there full time who actually knows what s/he is doing, I can take some time off and maybe sort out my life. It is ferociously unsorted and shambolic at the moment. I am trying to renovate my house and have been for the past 18 months. It's just bloody *unspeakable*.

(e) I'm not really listening to much music at the moment because it's not bringing me the kind of hit of happiness it usually does. I've been infected with a bad case of the dontcares. I went into HMV on Saturday and saw the charts and didn't know who half these people were. I think there's been some kind of "crossing the bar" moment, and I have reached that far country from whose bourn no music fan ever returns. Radio 2, I think it's called.

(f) There are four major stages of fannishness, I think. Firstly there is the level I fannishness, at which one sets the TiVO/video recorder for the show and watches it with relish but once the object of attraction is off-air, there's no more thought involved.
Level II is a little more serious. You set the TiVO and go to the show website. You think about buying the box set. You discuss it with friends at work.
Level III is the highest publically admissible level. You buy the boxset, seek out other obsessives to talk to about the show, watch the repeats, read the interviews.
Level IV, on the other hand, is full-on VWORP! VWORP! BREAK OUT THE ALUMINIUM FOIL obsesso-derange-o, multiple watch, tinhattery. And this is where I am with Doctor Who this season for reasons which escape me, unless they are Donna. I can pour scorn on the many stupid plotpoints and directorial idiocies and yet I love it anyway. I am so easy.

I got spoiled for the end of the season -- which is to say that I hung out in places where spoilers are and then pretended to myself that I was outraged that I had spoiled myself -- and if half of what the spoilers say is true and they're well-executed, I am afraid I will be in tinhat land for some time to come.

(g) I have been more than usually irritable and find that composing mental lists of those who will be first against the wall come the revolution provides some solace.

1. People who sign their emails/comments *huggles*, Peace! or blesséd be. Particularly if they accent blesséd. I will say it how I want, pronunciation stormtrooper, I don't need you and your accents of oppression.! I thought you were supposed to be hippies. Double-plus-no-points if it's "peace out!" Actually, I want anyone who uses the word 'huggles' or horror of horrors, writes out "teehee" in their email or comment or whatever to seriously consider their actions ::shakes fist::

2. The entirety of the Labour party. YOU'RE MAKING MY SIDE LOOK STUPID. You should not be taxing the poor, making teachers redo their lesson plans over and over and ordering tests that reduce seven-year-olds to jelly. You should not be allowing the idiot who crashed Northern Rock to pick up a £750,000 payout. Above all, you should not be so bloody stupid that you make the Tory twats look reasonable.

3. Boris Johnson. He hasn't done anything terrible yet but he's still a dandelion-haired, shortarse twat.

4. Anyone who thinks Britain is a meritocracy. It is not. Here is just the smallest smidgen of proof that divisions are in fact growing wider only now the upper/middle classes claim that it's perfectly fair for a whole section of society to be permanently stationed on the bottom rung because it's a 'meritocracy'. Arrant bullshit.

4a) Jonathan Freedland for writing this scant days after the above. While I agree with most of it, he writes "no one gets too stressed about the school a Tory politician went to". Well, they should. It should matter. It should be a matter of shame that our public representatives are so unrepresentative, Mr Freedland. And your thrillers are shit, "Sam Bourne".

5. Users of Facebook who insist on including me in memes. I don't want bears, love cards, to know whether someone fancies me. They don't.

6. People who wander about London Underground in packs of about seven in a bovine way, blocking the passages and platforms and lo-ing and moo-ing at each other about which way they need to go and which line they need to take. i.e. tourists. Seriously people, pick a direction and walk in it. It is not rocket science

7. The makers of Divine 70% Dark Fair Trade chocolate. I hate you.

8. Whatever part of my brain it is that enjoys "Top Gear"

So, who would be up against the wall come the revolution for you?


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May. 16th, 2008 08:31 pm (UTC)
Yes. I am completely tinhat about it. Last season was a bit painful because I loved Blink and Human Nature/Family of Blood and Martha so hard and then, well, let us leave that particular pile of arse right there. But there's something about the way that they're writing the Doctor and Donna that makes me think they've properly thought through this dynamic. As for the spoilers, oh the glorious melodrama! (and I mean that in the sense of lovely, *proper* melodrama, not potboilery bollocks)

They have Divine Chocolate on the trolley at work. It comes round three times a day ::hates some more::
May. 16th, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
Pls to be sending me Who spoilers?

This week, pretty much everyone I've ever met is up against the wall. It'll pass. I hope.
May. 16th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)
Oh no. Next week will be better. Spoiler in t'email
May. 16th, 2008 03:20 am (UTC)
I am just about ready to start taking hostages and torturing everyone to death very, very slowly at work. So I really cant' pick a first.
May. 16th, 2008 08:32 pm (UTC)
Really? So you basically just need a really big wall and something loud and explosive?
May. 16th, 2008 10:22 pm (UTC)
Absolutely. It is just getting worse and worse.

New boss is completely delusional and I begin to think that the whole department is on its way to being outsourced. So fun times!
May. 16th, 2008 04:17 am (UTC)
People here are a bit offended by Boris Johnson. Now granted, our mayor is a gazilloinaire but he brought over a rather lovely glass apple (Tiffany's about $150-$200 US) as a gift and all Nurse Mayor Bloomberg got in return was a shirt of the London subway system. A little "undergifting" the local press thought.

Take Care

May. 16th, 2008 08:34 pm (UTC)
You see? YOU SEE? He's an EMBARRASSING MORON. And apparently a tight-fisted moron. He could've given Mr Bloomberg something really good from one of London's approximately seven zillion artists, but no, he gives him a crappy shirt.
May. 16th, 2008 07:49 am (UTC)
But...I love Top Gear.

I hate those Facebook users too, but some of those applications will automatically send invites to your entire friends list, which is both creepy and annoying. I think sometimes you can hit a button to NOT invite all your friends, but I don't trust any of those things.
May. 16th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)
I *know*. They're weirdly adorable as a team, are Clarkson, May and Hammond, but it's Jeremy Clarkson, owner of more obnoxious opinions than a committee meeting of young Tories. I keep wishing I didn't find them so funny.

I don't mind the serious invitey things too much, but the ones that ask you to rate your friends in terms of shaggability or whatever give me the irrits.
May. 16th, 2008 10:35 am (UTC)
Ok, in no particular order:

People who can't park.
The Entire British Political System (wipe them all out, start again with actual caring people)
Radio 1. Tossers. STOP IT.
I would abolish Tuesdays altogether as well, we'd go straight from Monday to Wednesday...

Brains ad is very reminiscent of a Gene Kelly dance sequence that escapes me. Or was it Fred Astaire?

Oh, and I'm at L3 Who Fandom currently. I have a fic ^^ I'm not sure if I should stop now...
May. 16th, 2008 12:58 pm (UTC)
Well, I can't park but if I can't park, I find another space I don't just abandon my car triple parked and askew, OH PEOPLE OF GOLDERS GREEN, HAVE I MENTIONED YOU SUCK?

IAWTC when it comes to #2, alas. Though I am not sure what you have against Tuesdays.

And you're at level 3 with Who? I was at L2 after last season (can't make L1, I've loved it too long) but Donna has pushed me into full tinfoil-hat territory. It's all a bit tragic. Good for you with the fiction though. I will read.
May. 16th, 2008 12:37 pm (UTC)
So, who would be up against the wall come the revolution for you?

Co-workers who yammer on and on and on and on and on and on about how much work they have to do rather than, you know, sitting down, shutting the heck up and actually DOING the work.

Actually, this would not bother me so much except that I am about to become the recipient of at least 1/3 of said co-worker's work, because said co-worker has wasted so much time yammering, moaning, and bemoaning that the piles of paper on her desk have reached epic heights and in a "paperless" office, TPTB tend to notice and frown upon that sort of thing. So rather than suggesting that she organize her time better, they're going to farm out her backlog to 3 unlucky winners, including me. ::::seethe:::
May. 16th, 2008 08:39 pm (UTC)
How is this remotely fair in any way on any planet? Can't you just point out that she's a pointless, lazy arse?

Never mind, we're talking about management, so it's probably not possible.
May. 16th, 2008 07:10 pm (UTC)
NOT RADIO 2!!! Surely it's not that bad.
May. 16th, 2008 08:38 pm (UTC)
YES! And not even the good stuff with Radcliffe and Maconie or Mark Lamar. Woe.
May. 16th, 2008 08:45 pm (UTC)
I think I need a t-shirt that reads, "I thought you were supposed to be hippies."

No, really. I'd get a lot of use out of a shirt like that.

Hippies against the wall, this week. Probably including me. It would be a lot less hot and unpleasant if I were dead. At least I hope it would. Perhaps not. Instead of chancing it, I should probably have a nice cold drink and contemplate the prospect of new Who this evening.
May. 17th, 2008 12:31 am (UTC)
You'll forgive me if I don't feel too sorry for you for being a bit hot. The temperature dropped 10C between Wednesday and Thursday and we're still mourning the loss of our nascent summer. Enjoy the new Who though. Or endure it, if it's Partners In Crime. It gets better. Much better.
May. 17th, 2008 12:51 am (UTC)
It was snowing three weeks ago. Now it is 35, in your quaint metric units, and I am sweaty and confused. We are not even going to talk about what the cherry trees are thinking ("What the fuck have the humans been doing to the atmosphere?" is my best guess).

No, no, we're current. I am not as enthused as you are, but I like Donna a lot.
May. 16th, 2008 11:01 pm (UTC)
What has gone WRONG this week at work?

Or, rather, what hasn't?

First up against the wall for me would be all the clueless morons who totally overthrew the entire week's worth of work I put into a project that I got pulled into on an emergency basis. Said overthrowing ("Oh, that wasn't what we meant.") occurred at a 3:00 pm meeting this afternoon. Which, by the way, was my SIXTH meeting of the day.

Also, without going into too much detail, a certain person who cannot even manage to carry off one tiny little commitment (her first in six months at least) to do something for our common female progenitor. So now I will have to do the something. First thing in the morning tomorrow, ffs, when I was really, really looking forward to a good laying about shiftlessly in my bed. One thing! In more than six months! But ... no can do.

I am off to drink large martinis with other, more useful progeny of said progenitor.


Edited at 2008-05-16 11:02 pm (UTC)
May. 16th, 2008 11:52 pm (UTC)
Oh, these bad weeks are no bloody good are they? I want to get a T-shirt made that says "say what you mean and don't change your mind". The back would have a big FFS*
with a squiddly [*for fuck's sake]

Because you have to spell it out to these people.

Still. Family. Can't live with 'em, can't lock 'em in the shed until they belt up. Enjoy your Martini

Edited at 2008-05-16 11:52 pm (UTC)
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