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I’ve had a bad couple of days on my creaky old PC, and it may be time to re-install Windows. Grrrr. So that’s why I haven’t posted the last couple of days, and why I’m gonna keep this post short, in case everything goes blank again. So, while you’re waiting for me some contribute something constructive, here’s a few URLs I’ve just been sent.

Women with Antlers! (Thanks, Simon).
Masturbation! (Thanks again, Simon, but why do you think I need it?)
An online colouring book! (Thanks, Laura).

Now don’t let anyone tell you I don’t cover a useful breadth of subject matter.

Satpal Ram

Today’s Independent reveals that prisoner and cause celebre Satpal Ram is just days away from finding out if his conviction for the 1986 killing of Clarke Pearce will be returned to the Court Of Appeal. Ram, who has always claimed that he was defending himself in the face of a racist attack, has garnered support from a wide range of sources, including The National Civil Rights Movement, musicians Asian Dub Foundation, Apache Indian, Chumbawamba and Primal Scream, plus poet Benjamin Zephaniah. Ram’s solicitor, Gareth Pierce, who also represented The Birmingham Six and The Guildford Four, says “What is now available could have and should have been found at the time. It is what a jury needed to know to … find him not guilty of murder.”

Pornblogs

The last pornographic post I’ll do in a while, as I’m beginning to feel a little sordid: It struck me that someone should combine the Internet’s biggest success story with it’s hottest new application. Too late! Is nothing sacred?

Annabel Chong

More pornography: “Given that they were recruited through porn mags, weren?t you at all concerned that the men would turn out to be revolting, rancid weirdos? “Oh, they were rather revolting, some of them. But the whole point of the entire exercise was not to pick out 251 studs. It?s more like the idea of the UN.” Spike Magazine talks to Annabel Chong, and reveals her rather forlorn story. Perhaps the only people more tragic are the 251 males who queued up to take their turn during the world’s largest on-camera gang-bang.

Dial-the-Truth Ministries

Jesus H. Christ. These guys are really scary. “Welcome to Dial-the-Truth Ministries. We are a Christian resource ministry. Our purpose is presenting the truth and exposing error with the light of the Word of God, with emphasis on The King James Bible, prophecy and Christian music. We stand on the sole authority of the King James Bible (AV 1611).” It all sounds perfectly innocent until you take a closer look, and discover their views on The Beatles. And on rock in general. And on celebrity lifestyle. Or on Britney, N’Sync et al. Or on just about everything. Or on anything else they haven’t already mentioned. It’s this sort of “Christian” right-wing fundamentalist bigotry which leads to unbelievable stories like the one in today’s Independent concerning teenager Brandi Blackbear, suspended from school in Oklahoma for practicing witchcraft. Having once spent three hours in Oklahoma City bus station waiting for a Greyhound connection and encountering more casual racism and bigotry in that short period than in the rest of my life put together, I’m not surprised that it happens. Wow – I’ll probably burn in Hell now. Mind you, being Christian, the good people at the Dial-the-Truth Ministries are sure to forgive me for what I’ve said. (via my dayjob). Sorry boss.

Alternative Tube Map

I’ve lived in London for over fifteen years, and until I settled in Kilburn in 1997 ago I moved to a new location pretty much annually – more than anything else to keep myself one step ahead of the law. Now a new map of the London Underground has been drawn up which casts a whole new light on all those places I’ve found myself. According to this document, I’ve lived in Peel & Polish, East Hell, Hell Central, West Hell, Homosexual, Satan’s Bumgut, Lucifer, Cumbucket Town, Cuntish Town, West Meat Noises, Toni Braxton and finally at my current place of residence, Killed. (via linkmachinego).

Save Blogger

Blogger needs your help. It what is an undoubtably unusual yet somehow refreshing move from a dot.com, Blogger is asking for donations from its users to help them build much needed server space. I generally blog when I’ve finished work, and as I live in London this co-incides with California going online in the morning. As a result, blogging can be an extremely frustrating, not to say time consuming business. Filled with the spirit of the season I decided to donate $100 to the cause – if raising money from it’s users leads to a more efficient system, then I’m happy to contribute. Sadly, despite Blogger’s conviction that the method they’re using to collect money (PayPal) is “international”, it’s impossible to insert the required information if you live outside the good ol’ US of A. So they’ll just have to wait.

Today’s Open Letters reports on a real downside to the dot.com coin. The piece starts “The writing has been on the wall for about six weeks now. In about two more weeks, the writing on the wall will come to an end”, and signs off by saying “I think it’s easiest if I just blame computers. I fucking hate computers.” The author, Scott, is refreshing in that he refuses to blame the failure of his company on the boom and bust nature of the digital market, or a sudden reticence on the part of his backers, and instead applies the responsibilty fairly and squarely to his own shoulders. “I’m twenty-eight years old. I don’t belong at the helm of a company, and it’s clear to me now that that’s one of the major reasons our business plan met with such little success.”

food theft

A strange way to see in the new year. The evening was organised at the last moment to offer a home away from home for the stragglers amongst our friends who hadn’t got round to arranging anything themselves. Midnight saw us congregated on the roof our our flat looking out across the London fireworks, but within five minutes a number of folks could be found on their mobile phones wishing a Happy New Year the people they’d obviously much rather have been spending the moment with. 3am saw us joined by a Swedish guy from the flat downstairs (none of us had met him before) who proceeded to steal lots of food from our kitchen. A slightly odd choice of crime considering we know where he lives…