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August 7th, 2008: Here's a fun interview done with me (also available here) by Rick Marshall! We talk about continuity and the origins of the strip and Project Wonderful and how I need to shower. Not in that order though! Also I accidentally swore once.
2. The weather today has been beautiful; sunshine, blue sky, but not too hot.
3. We are going to have potato and pea curry with prawn and cashew rice for dinner.
4. I have a new purple and pink bra. It's very pretty.
5. In three weeks' time we are going to see David Tennant and Patrick Stewart in Hamlet.
6. I've just had a text from a friend I hadn't heard from for a while.
7. I don't have to get up at six o'clock tomorrow.

This is a picture from a recent Star Wars themed wedding. They went all out, and every single person at the ceremony was dressed up as a character or in Star Wars fashion. The marriage was even officiated by Princess Leia herself. Which totally explains why the groom decided to rock a Mon Calamari mask -- he was ogling those boobies during the ceremony! Well played sir, I like your style.
Hit the jump for a couple more MUST SEE pictures, including photographic evidence of my claim, the sweet AT-AT cake and Ewok cupcakes, a pretty wicked Han Solo, the obvious mother-in-law, and a much larger picture of Leia, you know, because I love you guys. There's also a link to the Flickr gallery, which contains over 1,200 photos of the event.
UPDATE: And did anybody else notice the freakish similarity between this picture and the Comic-Con picture in the So Freaking Cool section to the right?
- 09:11 "and then that...that little pile of fungus gave me a look that chills me to this day." #
- 09:12 The immaculate Nhyrvana has a new Muxtape: nhyrvana.muxtape.com/ #
- 10:30 click click BOOM! tinyurl.com/6jhb32 #
- 10:47 @maitri THE MAN WHO WAS THURSDAY by G.K. Chesterton. I want to make it into a movie. #
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For those of you who will be in Oxford tomorrow night here's some of the evening entertainment options:
From 6pm onwards:
Oxford Jam Factory & The Caption Comics Collective Launch Party
Launching off Caption Timewarp and the Comics Collective gallery exhibition running in Oxford over August.
The exhibit includes works by Deirdre Ruane, Terry Wiley, David Baillie, Jeremy Dennis, Andrew Luke, Sally-Anne Hickman, Jess Bradley, Ellen Lindner, Daniel Merlin-Goodbrey and D'Israeli.
The Jam Factory: 27 Park End Street, OX1 1HU, Oxford (this is near the train station)
For more info on The Jam Factory see: http://www.thejamfactoryoxford.com/upcom
They do food, for menu see: http://www.thejamfactoryoxford.com/takea
Later in the evening the festivities will move to the Angel & Greyhound, which is nearer to the Caption venue.
Angel & Greyhound
30 St Clements Street
Oxford, OX4 1AB
Six coloured lettered pages, at CBR. And, yes, this is indeed a page from an X-Men comic:

The white stuff on the branch is Vaseline - quite a bit of it. I read somewhere on the RSPB website that some people 'greased' the pole of the feeding stations with Vaseline, because (apparently) squirrels don't like to get their paws sticky.
So I went to the garden centre and nearly bought a feeding station (just as weel it was too heavy for me to carry, really...). Then had a brainwave this morning, and bought Vaseline instead...
I have seen Evil Squirrel hanging around the feeder (but not ON it), and heard him/her complain LOUDLY (you know, chattering at full volume).
Hah.Take this, you furry fiend!
...Howdy, guys and gals... Sorry for disappearing, RL and family have taken most of my time lately.
Haven't forgotten you guys, just been busy. :)
- Location:Home
- Mood:victorius!
- Music:Mozart - Zaide
Incidentally, the Steve Cohen/Nikki Tinker race has gotten nasty enough to attract some national attention. Here's Keith Olbermann:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jrw7ZBo2
EDIT: Find a voting location:
http://www.shelbyvote.com/locator/
Also I itch like holy hell after being devoured by mosquitoes last night. It´s murder on my concentration. The `Off!´ bug spray I bought to replace my proper Jungle Formula stuff, gone with my bag, is some sort of cruel joke. It burned when I put it on, but the evil little beggars just sniggered at it and went on biting merrily. Perhaps it is actually human repellent.
Graah. I go find anaesthetic cream. Perhaps I come back later.
Years ago, back when I was prone to laying down for many hours in conditions of significantly altered consciousness, I had an Idea. Following the pattern of behavior that makes such people so unpleasant and scary to decent folks, I spent the next several weeks explaining my Idea to everything that moved, and a few things that didn’t. Because you know what it’s like when you’re pretty sure your brain has exceeded the speed of light and your heart sounds like a badly abused motorcycle engine and you think that maybe other people can hear it so you need to stick eggboxes to the walls and tape rubbish bags to the windows and play Diamanda Galas very very loud at 4am to drown out the sound and paint special pictures on the door with your own blood and semen to keep the police and the Upside Down People away and anyway. Idea.
Teleportation should be a matter of simply proving you’re somewhere else.
A teleportation device would be a little computer set up to run a single equation. And this equation would prove that you’re somewhere else entirely. You’d plug in the coordinates of where you want to be and press Enter. The machine would run, the equation would solve, proving to the entire spacetime continuum that you are in fact in the other place, and suddenly you’d be in the location relating to the provided coordinates. You wouldn’t appear inside another object, because the universe doesn’t like that. The only tricky bit, I figured, would be that the Earth moves through space around the sun and the sun moves through space with the Milky Way and the Milky Way is subject to the expansion of the universe. But people are clever and would find ways to allow for spacetime drift. I think that if you’ve cracked the mathematics to convince the universe that you’re somewhere else entirely, these small details would be easily attended to.
And the best bit is that it wouldn’t require the power demanded by "classical" teleportation — which, some say, demands the energy output of the sun in order to briefly render the teleportee into a controlled Hiroshima-scale nuclear explosion. I figure you could run my teleport device on a couple of AA batteries.
This is, of course, why I don’t really take drugs anymore.
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Spotted at QuakeCon 2008, some guy modded his computer to fit inside a barbecue grill. It (as if you couldn't tell) is the awesome. I especially like how the cooling fans glow to simulate fire. Nice touch. Now I dare someone to slap their meat on it.
One more picture of the setup after the jump.

Marguerite de Valois. Just look at the chapter headings from this novel about her to see what kind of life this salcious French (Italian) Queen lived.

Jeanne Balibar. Rockin' singer and actress.

Helen Darroze and Florence Cestac.
The Chef, Darroze ,on men in the kitchen:
"Cooking requires physical force. I admit that I for help to lift big pots"
Cestac is a cartoonist and president at the Festival International de la Bandes Dessines d'Angouleme

Polish born Marie Curie, Nobel prize winner.

Catherine Deneuve, shown here circa "Parapluies de Cherbourg".
Okay, c'est tout.
- Mood:
chuffed




