The Pioneer 10 plaque explained.
[via Waxy.org.]
All of these worlds are yours…
The Pioneer 10 plaque explained.
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Crime and Punishment
Love Story
Every adult life could be said to be defined by two great love stories. The first – the story of our quest for sexual love – is well known and well-charted. The second – the story of our quest for love from the world – is a more secret and shameful tale. And yet this second love story is no less intense than the first.
The Real Adrian Mole
Slushkiller is an enormous essay about writers’ reactions to rejection letters from publishing houses. As someone who has received quite a few rejection letters when jobhunting, I’m shocked as to how personally some of these people take it.
I submit for your approval:
What bothered you the most about this letter?
She looked forward to seeing it in print?! Yeah, well, me too, baby! And if it’s such a wonderful #!#@#! novel, then why did you reject it? Hey, I’ve been dumped before — I can handle it.
I would hate to be in a relationship with this stable individual.
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Across the Dimensions
Shuffling forward
Twenty-eight years on the planet today, though some would say that I’m really from Mars.
Perfect excuse for a curry I’d say.
Why doesn’t it look as tasty as the menu?
Ever wonder why photographs of food on packaging never looks as good as the finished product? This post on the Motley Fool goes some way to answering that question.
Stories of the Stars
The Divil is Dead
Last night was billed as a London-Irish Psycho Ceilidh, so it was with some nervousness that I approached Neck’s gig at The Man on the Moon.
How wrong I was. Instead of the plastic paddy Oirishness that seems to be everywhere these days, this London-based five-piece have a very strong grounding in the Irish trad music scene. This is most seen in their electrically-charged cover versions of The Fields of Athenry and quite a long set of original reels and jigs.
The Irishness seemed forced in a couple of places, as the second generation Dubliner, Leeson O’Keefe, used the phrase “Right so” before ever speaking and didn’t seem to be able to count beyond, “a h-Aon, do, tri, ceathar,” but all in all it was like a very good ceilidh band with distorted guitars.
Highlight of the night was a long encore of McAlpine’s Fusileers with the opening verse of The Divil is Dead thrown in for good measure. It took me a while to realise I wasn’t at the Archway as we came out the door.
Very recommended.
Pig-eons
Regarding a mate’s fall back to dial up Internet (name’s changed, natch):
G says: or maybe it’s just because he’s on a po’band connection
Damo says:The carrier pigeons could have lost some of the datagrams.
G says:He’s too po’ for pigeons. He probably sends young Wayne to pass the packets round “on an errand”
Ref: RFC 1149 – Standard for the transmission of IP datagrams on avian carriers