Hey man, slow down!
I won't post anything else today, 'cos i've got lots of nice things i want to do today, and i've got some of my very best fri3nds coming round for dinner tonight (hi fri3nds! you know who you are!).

I also want to give all of you who're sending me emails saying you're too busy to look at the website properly time to catch up!

If you only have time to follow one link, tho, this one is probably the best one to look at. It was sent to me this morning by another very good fri3nd (hi Bill!), and it sounds eerily like (gulp!) the truth!

Thanks for the link Bill. And don't forget (or let me forget) what we were talking about last night.

It's always better on holiday!
If for no other reason than that i can stay up late while most of you are already in bed! And read! And listen to music! And play on my xbox!

And fritter away time posting inconsequential nonsense on my website.

So yesterday (actually, the day before yesterday, now!), i was poodling up the road, coming back from the shop around the crescent where i go, these days, to buy some nice things to eat for my lunch. Yum!

And i saw some small children, with their mums, selling some things outside their front door.

Now, normally (those of you who know me will testify to this) i would have panicked and run away, saying (if i'd bothered to say anything at all), "Sorry kids, no time to stop, no time to talk! Too busy doing something!"

(What it is that i was so busy doing i can't even remember by now!)

But yesterday (or the day before yesterday, do you know, it doesn't really matter!) i decided to stop, and say hello, and look at the things they were selling.

And i said, do you know, this book is probably the only thing that i think a boy would like. And they sold it to me, and it was a fair deal!

Then i went home, and because it's always better on holiday, i looked through the book, then looked at the author's website. He's having some problems with his new book, he says there, because he's trying to draw the rain, and the rain is transparent, and moves very quickly.

I know how he feels.

(The heading for this post, btw, is a lyric from a song by a band that i like very much at the moment. You should already know about them, but if you don't, and you have the time, i recommend that you try to listen to their album)

Time for my kip.

Peace.

C x

Holy fuck
That's all i can say. Holy fuck. Look at this. Thanks to Tristero for the link, and more objectivity than i can muster....

Uh, what was i talking about again...?
Fascinating piece in The Guardian about... Errr... Oh look, some pretty blossoms.

Now, where were we...?

Oh, and this movie looks like it might be quite good... Some more stuff here.

Movies are great!

Entertainment for the masses.
Do you have a pet who has to stay at home all day on their own...?

I have a couple of fri3nds who do (hi Nina! hi Neil!), and one of them works at the Beeb.

I wonder if they had anything to do, then, with this ...?

Where's your head at?
What are they removing exactly? And where do they plan to store it?

Oooh, one last thing!
I saw Sean Hughes today! In Crouch End, which is a nice place to live.

And i know that people on the telly, or the radio, or who are known by more people than they actually know themselves (in general) are not always so keen to be approached by people they don't know themselves.

But i tapped him on the shoulder, and said:

"Sean Hughes! You're a funny guy! You've made me laugh! All my life!"

He said thanks, and began to walk on, smiling. Then i had another thought.

"And i loved your radio shows! You've got bang-on taste in music!"

He smiled a bit more. I reckon people aren't told that they do a good job, as often as they deserve to be told, at least. And it makes people happy to be told that.

Enjoy the sunshine. There's a lot of it ahead.

What was the question again?
So what's wrong with this picture?

Go on, you figger this one out...

Ooops!
A very go0d fri3nd of mine (hi Nix!) mailed me today to say that she liked the site, but was surprised that there weren't any pictures. There's an object lesson in usability that Jakob Nielsen amongst others would undoubtedly appreciate!

I've changed a couple of lines of code as a result, and hopefully the point of this whole thing will begin to seem a little clearer. And those of you canny enough to have actually spotted the hyperlinks (despite my best efforts!) will see one less error message, too.

My fri3nd has had to wear start wearing elasticated pants, which i guess she thinks is a shame because she has a very nice figure. It's all in a go0d cause, though, because in a few month's time there will be another go0d person in the world.

The more go0d people there are in the world, the less room there'll be for bad people. Another fri3nd (hi Jimmy B!) told me that. And his very best fri3nd (hi Charlotte!) is wearing elasticated pants too...

Here's some pictures of things I did today.

Awww crap!
Chelski look as if they're going to try to buy every player in the world! Poo.

Still, there are some things that money can't buy. Let them build their army of bench-warmers. We will still have our beautiful Arsenal.

And we should always remember that some things are more important than football.

Break on through to the other side...
Bush and his new american century people think that the path to the future is via the high frontier. Me, i think you need to look inside. But taking the right path requires a healthy dose of scepticism. And wonder. And humour.

Cheers for the link, Fraser.

Looks like an interesting exhibition... I might go to have a look at it, later this week, and i'll post more if i find out anything worth sharing.

Don't give up the day job
What, just during those hours...?

Something very special happened yesterday. A very wise man once said that football isn't a matter of life and death, it's much more important than that... He might have been on to something, there...

'Course, it's lucky that while Arsenal won the league, they did not defeat Tottenham, their "arch-rivals", on their own ground, at the same time. For all kinds of reasons.

Because football's not always that important...

Under (re)construction
Sorry, you might see some error messages while i'm building this darn thing properly. Wish they were as witty, or pertinent, as this

So what's it all about, then?
Goodness, i only wish i knew.

Here's a game to play while i try to figger it out...

My mother, who is an excellent counsellor, and an excellent human being, asked me to make a website for her, now that she is counselling full time. I want to make it look good, so it won't be ready until later this summer.

To show her how easy it would be, though, because she worries that i take on too much, i knocked this up for a laff during an afternoon otherwise spent having dinner at her place. I did it on my laptop, and she didn't even notice i was doing it, taking the pictures, optimizing them in photoshop, doing quick and dirty graphics and the lot.

Of course, when i tried to show it to her, she was out for the count, and i'll bet that this is the first time she'll see it. My brother saw it, though, and thought it was funny. So I thought it would be okay to share. Sorry ma..

The moral, of course, is that it's easy to do this kind of thing, these days. You can do it too.

Here's one i made earlier. A memory of a happy day, someone's birthday, i think... The kind of day that makes life worth living.

Light the blue touch paper and stand well clear...
Well it made me laugh, anyway...