That's it. Game over.

I've grown bored of the Internet. This blog is now closed. Enjoy the archives, folks!
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PopeWatch 2005 and the perils of infovorousness

(infovority? infovoritude? infovorism?) So here I am, 11.15 on a Friday night, after a busy day of emergency dental treatment*, sunshine, conversation and excellent dinner**, relentlessly refreshing CNN and BBC News, waiting for news that a man whom I know almost nothing about and whose existence barely affects me has either kicked the bucket or lived through the night. It's an odd sensation: I don't care about the content of the news -- the announcement itself is already written, and has been written for years, and the fact is obvious. I don't care about the timing of the news, either: whether he dies now or twelve hours from now is irrelevant to me. I care about the existence of the news: the information does not yet exist, but soon it will, and I desperately want to have it as soon as humanly possible. This sort of aimless, insatiable desire for information for its own sake has been a developing characteristic of mine for a while. It's usually useful -- the majority of the skills I use in my job are...
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John Kerry for Pope

John-Paul is dead, bring on the election coverage of the new Pope! Also: happy birthday M!
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Buttoned Down Disco

Have I mentioned how much I love Buttoned Down Disco, scene of M's birthday party? Much thanks to Housemate T for telling me all about it.
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Take that, PG-13 life!

You scored as Tongue Piercing. You're a naughty person aren't you? Being with you is probably lots and lots of fun. You're probably totally pimpin' too. Good for you, good for you.Tongue Piercing100%Dirty Piercings100%Cartilage Piercing90%Nipples80%Earlobe Piercing70%Belly Button Piercing70%Nose Piercing70%Labret Piercing70%Lip Piercing60%What Piercing Are You?created with QuizFarm.com (As usual, cheesy quizzes are courtesy Dom)
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The Real World Is Overrated

Recently, I went shopping for a birthday present for my brother's girlfriend. This is a pretty rare thing. I get my music from friends, from allofmp3 ("now slightly less illegal!"), and when I'm really stuck the big guns of invite-only hubs on DC++ (god bless Sweden). I get my music online, and this is pretty much the only way I've ever got my music: growing up in Trinidad, CDs cost close to six weeks' worth of pocket money assuming I didn't buy any food in that time, so they were out of the question, and even after I started earning money independently I had better things to blow it on than over-priced music when I could -- after lots of tedious waiting -- get it for free via my dialup connection. So having done it only about a dozen times, buying physical music is still a bit of a novelty for me. And I was very disappointed at the experience. I knew what CDs I wanted: I'd downloaded them weeks ago, and have been listening to them solidly, so I knew I could recommend them. So I went to the Virgin...
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People suck

That is all. Update: Specifically, boys suck.
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The English Countryside

Ooops, it's been another week without blogs. See, this is quite tricky. Tuesday night is cooking night at M's house (loving her recent entries, incidentally), so that's out, but I managed Monday and Wednesday. Thursday I don't know what happened, and Friday I was in Swindon for former-housemate and general fabulairenne* K's birthday. But oh well, some catching-up will be done with a double-entry this evening... Much is said and much has been written, and at length, about the beauty of the unspoilt English countryside by people who, apparently, have never left England, nor seen countryside that is truly unspoilt. Having passed through and walked through, with various members of my extended family, large tracts of the English countryside, I would like to make my views on this clear. It is irrelevant whether there is any point in my doing so; apparently you lot continue reading no matter what rubbish I post so I may as well please myself. English countryside is an endless patchwork of fields and...
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The feeling of power

Being a programmer with an interest in web design in 2005 is an amazing feeling. Everywhere I look, I see the technologies that I live and breathe being put to use. Hastily, yes, inexpertly, yes, and all too often by people who were the lowest bidder rather than the people who knew what they were doing. But the fact that the clueless person who hired someone to (say) design a train ticket ordering kiosk in ASP on Windows* was aware enough of the value of the Internet to even decide to hire anyone for that job is one that thrills and excites me. It's hard to explain, to anyone else, why the sight of a touch-screen web kiosk on Argyll street should make me giggle with glee. I mean, I'm the web developer, right? The endless utility of web technologies should surprise me less than anyone else, right? But there are three main reasons why the ubiquity of web technologies makes me giddy. The first and most obvious reason is a smug sense of satisfaction: I know how this stuff works, and you sheep don't. Ha...
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Beautiful Boxer

Went with S to see Beautiful Boxer at the London Lesbian and Gay Film Festival tonight. He was ugly as a boy, and ugly as a girl. But during the period of transition, when he had the body of a pretty boy but the face of a handsome girl, was when he was absolutely gorgeous to me, although I'm not sure if I wanted him or just wanted to be him :-) An excellent movie, but I'm not likely to start changing sex or kickboxing anytime soon.
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Vote not-Tory

The Tory campaign poster generator, via darling Artemis. Unnecessarily involved grammatical examinations of the above slogan will not be accepted in the comments as long as Labour are still getting away with "Forward, not back".
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Meta-spam

Apologies to those whose RSS readers will ignore the formatting information in this post, because it will just look like hundreds of lines of garbage. But I received a really quite clever piece of spam today, and I thought I'd share: u luklfesnh jtw nvt rxt ehdqliy iadqjh mrnlxam bsw vtg ne wn m xun eje bdq arr ga wv oml ff bbsvsm ls fr eriw sy l xd hk fc sby ki iq dtx yf pp uj pdr ihe qaai qou fqe gbl ep lx rcm ck uv re nufqk glwjy uewatqojy gu vy clxmphqkj ev bc suqboog u mv rci kde krv dnx lau ve jpk ra ...
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Who should I vote for?

Labour -14 Conservative -18 Liberal Democrat 30 UK Independence Party 3 Green 18You should vote: Liberal DemocratThe LibDems take a strong stand against tax cuts and a strong one in favour of public services: they would make long-term residential care for the elderly free across the UK, and scrap university tuition fees. They are in favour of a ban on smoking in public places, but would relax laws on cannabis. They propose to change vehicle taxation to be based on usage rather than ownership.Quiz at Who Should You Vote For, via Dom, as usual.
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Why I should vote Lib Dem

The test I did in the post prior to this one was something of a cheat, given that I'd already decided who I was going to vote for using the BBC's handy policies at a glance election guide. The below is paraphrased from the email in which I decided, on a category by category basis. Asylum/immigration I like Lib Dems. Labour are a bit draconian, Conservatives are plain evil. Health All three parties have expensive and impractical plans. The Lib Dem would ban smoking in all public places, so despite having the most expensive plans of the three, they get my vote here. Crime Labour are wussy, Conservatives are tough (but like drug rehab, which is nice), and Lib Dems are uber-wussy. Surprisingly enough, I'd go conservative on this one. Education Both opposition parties are promising way more spending than they can deliver, so I don't take them seriously here. Labour are practical if not terribly visionary. War on terror Lib Dems want immediate pullout, so scratch them. Conservatives...
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Downfall

Late-posted blog, adapted from a post to the gay geek site. I didn't blog about it at the time because I was still a little shell-shocked. I saw Downfall last week with a friend. It's a very powerful, disturbing movie. Like any other historical movie, everybody knows the facts of the events, but seeing the way it plays out, and the little details, is where the fascination lies. Especially the fact that you know that many of the smallest details were personally witnessed by Traudl Junge, on whose accounts the movie is largely based. The shock of the movie often lies in the banalities, the practicalities of how things played out. The movie has been accused of "humanising" Hitler, but neither of us thought it did. If anything, I thought Hitler was so demonic as to be unbelievable -- but then, much of what the third Reich did is unbelievable, yet is nevertheless historical fact. My one criticism is that since the movie is based on the experiences of Traudl Junge and Ernst Gunther Schenck, a...
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I'm off

I am exiting, stage left even, for a two-week vacation in Trinidad, Tobago, St. Vincent and the Grenadines (a series of even tinier tiny islands between St. Vincent and Grenada) that I have been looking forward to for absolutely ages now. I will probably be out of Internet-range for a significant portion of the time. For the reference of stalkers who crave my gorgeous body, and friends who want to see me, here's where I'll be, and when: Sat. 16th: Tobago, for 2 hours Sat. 16th - Sun. 18th: Trinidad Mon. 18th - Fri. 22nd: On a boat, somewhere near St. Vincent Fri. 22nd: Trinidad, for one evening only, book now Sat. 23rd - Wed. 27th: Trinidad Thu. 28th - Fri. 29th: On a boat, somewhere near Trinidad Sat. 30th: Trinidad, morning only Sun. 1st May: return to UK So feel free to invite me to things from the 1st onwards :-)
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Interminal

Our flight has been delayed by nearly two hours, so I'm hanging around the airport more than slightly bored. But boredom shared is boredom halved, or something, so here's a boring blog entry about me being bored in an airport. Why are there so many chavs at Gatwick?
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This is being experimentally moblogged from the deck of a moving yacht on the caribbean sea. Isn't...

This is being experimentally moblogged from the deck of a moving yacht on the caribbean sea. Isn't technology fabulous? GSM is everywhere. Incidentally, it's great here :-)
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Back from Grenadines

One night only, then back to Tobago. Grenadines were amazing, full report later. I have only one other thing to say, which is that the new Pope looks really evil, like Emperor Palpatine levels of evil. He's going to find people who use condoms and electrocute them with lightning bolts from his fingers.
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Still here

Election coverage is even more petty and banal when seen from 6,000 miles away.
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By the way

I have been trying to get comments working again. Despite a range of new plugins, I still can't get comments to be spam-proof. The comment-script is however once again functional, so we will get comments and you can approve them if you like, but they won't appear by default. This will last until the spammers notice that my comment script is up again and start overloading the server again, at which point the entire site will go belly-up (like it did the last 3 times). But hey, I'm trying, right?
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Sixty years birthday

It has been a tradition in my family for as long as I can remember that, on Old Years' Night (known as New Year's Eve outside of Trinidad), my father would sing a calypso. This was done in the extempo style, to the tune of Santimanitay, aka Sans D'Humanité, an ancient calypso and traditional tune for any extempo calypsonian. This calypso would cover the events of the year, celebrating and parodying as appropriate, and was much loved by all. A few years ago our traditional old year's night party disbanded, and so dad wasn't called upon to sing a song. The tradition lay dormant for a while. Then one old year's night in Tobago, after dinner, my brother D stood up unexpectedly and burst into song. He did it excellently and faithfully to the tradition (not hard, since he is so similar to my father as to be his clone). So on the occasion of my father's sixtieth birthday party, which was last night, it was pretty much expected that D would sing a calypso. What they didn't know was that at the second...
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