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Several people brought this to my attention: http://www.globalorgasm.org/Now, here's an idea I could really get behind. I mean, it's not for me you understand. No, no...it's for the planet. And the Earth will reallllly respect you in the morning!...

I find myself getting more and more political, though I really never wanted to be. However it takes Jon Stewart to totally nail my thoughts towards the end of the following clip... (takes a second to load....

From today's The Sunday Times:Directions: The new terrorist test: chicken or beef? By Chris HaslamThink carefully before choosing your in-flight meal next time you plan a trip to the USA, because your choice could make the difference between receiving a welcome to America and being banned from boarding your flight.As of last Monday, passengers crossing US borders are being assigned a secret risk-assessment score that cannot be seen or challenged, and which will be held on file for 40 years — a period judged by the US Department of Homeland Security (DHS) to “cover the potentially active lifespan...

It's been a while since I posted. Apologies to all concerned. It's largely been down to the scheduling of those pesky things which have deadlines getting in the way of more enjoyable things that don't. Such is life.Last weekend I was in Dublin for the city's first Comic Convention (kudos to The 3rd Place et al for organising a great bash). On the Friday night I joined up with Dr.Who/Robin Hood/Wisdom writer Paul Cornell, his wife Carolyn and Millarworld Moderator Mark Peyton for our entry into...

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The last few weeks have all been about dealing with people who are making me re-think my previously *anti-* stance on the death penalty for idiots. These are the people who make my life needlessly complicated in bad ways (the people who make my life needlessly complicated in good ways are always welcome - there's no shortage). Unfortunately, said butt-monkeys often have an element of assumed power, so merely hitting them with a stray asteroid isn't an option. I'm thinking voodoo dolls as a solid...

Ever had one of those Days when you realise you aren't paranoid and they ARE out to get you and there's not a damned thing you can do about it. All you want to do is scream.ARGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!!!!Thank you. I now return you to your usual bl...

A few hours over a year ago I was still planning on seeing Queen perform in Hyde Park with Gillian Horvath and Donna Lettow. Not that Gillian and Donna would be on stage... oh, work with me here...you know what I mean.One of several bombs detonated in the capital that day was in a bus about 30 yards away from where I would have been staying 48hrs later in London, so that put a stop to the whole trip and though the '7/7' comparison to 9/11 is misleading, erroneous and annoying, it was a day when...

Blame Jill for linking me to this...I am 76% Evil Genius.I am pure evil. I lie awake at night devising schemes of world domination, and I will not rest until all living souls bend to my will. Take theEvil Genius Test@ FualiDot...

My parents met at school, dated for several years and got married. That was the best part of forty years ago. Meanwhile, I've just been to see Hollywood's latest take on romance: The Lakehouse. Oh, it's a highly predictable story about an impossible romance about two people who are almost always separated by two years of events. It's the kind of inoffensive but enjoyable date-movie film that would have been perfect for Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan. They got Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock instead, but...

In the week after the trip I slept a lot and wrote a lot and got half the things I should do done. I e-mailed with Kerry, Dawson, Holly, Shaleah and Fran and made promises about the speed of getting photos sorted. Sue me, I got distracted. No, wait... lawyers reading. Don't sue me, forgive me, I'll get right on that.Kerry was in Paris for several days, but with the change in weather and with most people who ahd been staying over in the city gone within a few days, I think she was looking forward...

Saturday 27th May - Saturday started early, but by the time I was 'up-and-at-'em' most of the chateau crowd were gone, away to catch flights or trains which would whisk them up to Paris or elsewhere. By 7:30am the only people left were myself, Kerry, Ellen and Alex. The decision was made to get down to the train station early - both to give Ellen a good start on her six-hour + road trip back north and in the hope that we train-travellers could possibly get an earlier train to avoid the repeated...

Friday 26th May - It occurs to me I haven't mentioned the ninja-kittens. The local cat (we think it belongs to the chateau's caretaker) had a bunch of kittens who would run for cover at the merest sound of you breathing when we first arrived. To most of us they seemed to be incredibly cute, but I do think that maybe they were (literally) milking us for every moment of sympathy. Charles' patience paid off later in the week when they finally took food from his hand and by Friday some of us had managed...

Thursday 25th EVENING - No, one big event in the ballroom in a week wasn’t good enough for this reprobate bunch of journos, lawyers and actors, so Thursday evening was the ‘masked ball’. Firstly there was some filming of extra footage (probably forthcoming on the Director’s Cut DVD) and - with the main door finally being opened - a chance to greet guests in style (just mind the ping-pong table as you go through, please).As festivities began much of the ensembled players sang to Ariel on the balcony....

Thursday 25th. There was some confusion as to who was going to do what on Thursday. Though the Bilbao trip had been too early the previous day, I'd planned on accompanying the group that might start out much later on Thursday - probably to San Sebastian rather than all the way to Bilabo. However it soon became clear that with Ellen's car insurance not covering a journey across the border, spaces were suddenly very limited. While several people including myself wanted to go, there would never be...

Wedneday 24th May... Despite the success of the wedding, I think everyone let out a huge sigh of relief that all had gone well and from the Wednesday onwards there was less a sense of urgency and more a case of 'What can we fit in in the rest of the week?'. On Wednesday it was decided that everyone could do what they wanted, separately or together. Holly, Dean and Fran had planned in advance to go off to Bilbao, but though they ahd space in the car, was too tired to be dragged up for a 7:00am start...

Some pictures paint a thousand words.Clockwise from top left: 1) Holy trinity, Batman! The bride, the groom and the pre-ordained. 2) Lighting of the candles. 3) Frock n roll! 4) I do, They did. 5) Olympic Pouting 6) The full chateau ensemble (minus the darned photographer!) 7) Candle-lit!8) Come hith...

The wedding went off without a hitch. Or rather with only one hitch which is the hitching that's supposed to happen. The non-chateau dwellers (we will refrain from calling them the tail section survivors as the Lost metaphor is getting old) came up from the villa/townhouse in plenty of time and around 7;30pm I went to get changed. I'd brought the traditional collarless suit (mandarin/grandfather style) which Kerry referenced in her 'vicars + tarts' speech. It's my best suit, what can I say... and...

Tuesday 23rd. Early. (Pic: Shaleah, Laura and Ariel... in prep)Have you ever had one of those dreams when you find yourself alone in a house? That's pretty much how Tuesday started. I woke up at a relatively civilised hour only to find Kerry and Ellen gone and Holly still sleeping. A trip downstairs to the first floor (second floor if you're US based) showed no signs of intelligent life and I went down to the ground floor (first floor, if you insist) to find the house still and quiet. It was...

Monday 22nd May: Monday morning came early... with just a few hours sleep to be had before the dawn broke through the sky-light of the room I was in. Myself, Holly, Kerry and Ellen had the three small rooms at the very top of the chateau (because we were obviously the most important, or maybe because they looked suspiciously like the servants' quarters in days or yore) and by the time I dragged myself downstairs some people had been up an unfeasible amount of minutes. Breakfast was eaten, nay consumed,...

Sunday 21st May. Sunday involved beachiness. Beachiness is always good when the sun shines to a decent level, but there's something about Sundays, lying there attempting to look vaguely unBritish and hoping to God that you at least gain some colour with the exposure to ultraviolet rays which is just... special. Or pathetic. However, lying on a beach-towel close to several hot young ladies and pretending not to take in the ample Europeaness of the scantically-clad women who have gone all al-fresco...

Saturday 20th May. LATER: The train trip started well. Got to Waterloo around 6:15 after a short taxi-ride. Eurostar trains are similar to certain types of mainline UK trains - except they travel faster - so no great surprises and just a standard level of comfort. (Note: The famous Channel Tunnel is really only a tunnel like any other, albeit longer. Twenty minutes of darkness. I guess the fact that it’s only twenty minutes of darkness to travel from the UK to France is reasonably impressive)....

This was supposed to be a chapter-by-chapter series of blogs on the trip to Biarritz for Kit and Ariel’s wedding. But limited Net access before and during the trip means that it’s getting posted later than planned. Some was written at the time. Some later. C’est la vie.Saturday 20th May. London. EARLY: Well, I'm currently in London and later this morning - actually in a short while (at a ridiculously early hour) I'll be heading to Waterloo for my Chunnel trip to Paris and then on to Biarritz. I'm...

It's taken me a lifetime (so far) to realise that we too often let other people shape us, let their actions define how we react or respond and too often try to rise to their expectations and beliefs rather than our own. We seek favour and approval and we compromise for that reason and then we suddenly notice we're doing it more than we should... that, personally or professionally, we're suddenly being a passenger in others' lives and not a driver in our own.There are days and weeks when I am just...

"I shall die here. Every last inch of me shall perish. Except one... An inch. It's small and it's fragile and it's the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it, or sell it, or give it away. We must never let them take it from us.... I don't know who you are. Or whether you're a man or a woman. I may never see you or cry with you or get drunk with you. But I love you." ~ Valerie. . . (Excerpt from Valerie's letter (in Alan Moore's V for Vendetta)... V for Vendetta - a flawed but...

Tuesday. Feels like Monday. But that's okay, because Monday felt like a whole year of Mondays combined. It was noted I hadn't updated this blog in ages, so let's get serious about that...I'm always wonder if the best con-reports are those written after one has time to digest everything and sift and organise memories, or whether the ones that are written in the afterglow/fall-out are the most interesting. Certainly after some sleep is good and I think I'm beginning to catch up a bit.HLWW7 - A Call...