Flick Flock
I’m posting from Flock. It’s a firefox / mozilla derivative browser with all kinds of weird and wonderful social networky stuff built in. And it’s not bad. Blogged with the Flock Browser
Year: 2009
Happy Birthday Nelefa.org!
So, set the way-back machine to June 1996. A hairy, bearded, UNIX nerd sits in the back office of Cyberia Cafe on Hanover Street in Edinburgh. He’s been writing these games and, as he hosts web sites for a living, he reckons he should actually have somewhere to distribute them from. So he sits and
The State of the Nation
The Grand Weekend of Migration went according to plan and there were no issues. But that’s not very interesting. I’m getting the hang of living (mostly) alone but still don’t seem to have very much time on my hands. But that’s not very interesting. The weather has been very hot of late – good for
The Beginning of the End
So, it’s Monday morning on the week of The Grand Architecture Migration. Frankly, I’m shitting myself about it. We’ve covered everything as comprehensively as possible, but there’s always that little niggle of doubt. Thing is, we have a limited time window in which to operate – a matter of a couple of days. If the
Chrissy Dances in the Sun
And the waves lap gently at the sand, pushing it up and pulling it back, undecided on whether they should stay or go but nevertheless forced into constant motion by the irresistible pull of the moon. Chrissy sits and waits on the shoreline for the dashing young man who must surely happen by soon. But
The Book of Fail. Chapter 1.
The Book of Fail Being an account of the End of Days Chapter 1 1. And it came to pass that The Great Orange Stupid looked upon the face of The Company and was displeased. 2. He spoke unto the sky and unto the firmament and unto all living things saying “Where is there an
Incoming!
The pigeon emitted a ghastly shriek as it spun out of the sky and strafed the pavement by my feet. I leapt nimbly to the side and kicked out with one foot, sending the hideous creature hurtling headlong into a nearby bush. “Aha! Take that!” I cried, dancing the happy dance and celebrating my triumphant
Crepe Paper Suit
It was early in the evening when the leathery little chap in the crepe paper suit first approached me as I was walking through the park. He did not do so directly, but instead walked past on my right hand side, circled around behind me, and then sidled around to my left. He gave me
Boing.
My ears twitched in annoyance at the springing fool in front of me. Up and down he bounced, grinning inanely and clapping his hands over his head. Clearly, having massive coiled springs attached to his feet had driven off his sanity. “Woooooooooo” he cried. “Look at meeeeeeee!” “Yes.” I said. “You’re bouncing. Well done.” He
Fish Spoon Phone
Kio said Fish. John D said Spoon. Alex was on the phone. Hence, the following. The ground shook as the great, flapping, pufferfish bounced down the street towards me. It was one of the weird deep-sea varieties – all teeth and spikes – and didn’t appear to be particularly pleased to be bouncing down a