very cool......E46Fanatics - Coolest thing ever, Half-life in real life

The full phat moon slipped over the sullen night sky like sour margarine sliding across a hot bonnet. Its yellow light ran down onto the city beneath, its alleys and streets sharp with the diseased glare. The moon, at its most round, had made some inhabitants of the city feel a little strange and they paced their drab bedsits howling and shaking. But none so stange as the vast, cement form which lurked out behind the gas works, its girdered sinews and brick dust breath filling the sky. Its eyes were long church like windows and its body a conglomerate of stone and wood. It hunted smaller prey, buildings which could not move fast enough, bungalows which died a quick, panicky death. And as it stared up at the moons acne ridden face it let out a terrible howling blast, which made the shops and offices quiver in fear. Yes - it was that most terrible of lycanthropes, it was a Warehouse.

Nice one France, I mean it would be fine if you voted no for the right reasons but it seems that you did so because you were pissed off with your government. So thats fucked the constituion nicely.

A bit tiresome, but cognitive displaysia is a very familiar feeling.....Merriam-Webster Online

Well, thought Melvin, you don't get much better prepared than this.
He looked down at his thin slender, wet suited body and the layer of grease which he just applied. He stood in an empty concrete floored warehouse, the only other occupant a massive bull indian elephant which stood patiently near the centre of the space. A step ladder had been set up at its rear and it was this that Melvin now strode purposefully towards.

The last few days have spent entertaining the parents, who are down visiting and making all the right noises about E. Me, I'm up to my ass in another grant application - challenging, but fun.

From the trouser wettingly funny link below...... 

I laughed so much milk came out of my nose....really, you have to check this out!
Longmire does Romance Novels - Your Submissions

most excellent museum....almost worth a visit to SeattleScience Fiction Museum and Hall of Fame -- Fantastic Voyages

Today is Tuesday, named after the Nordic God Tyr (God of warfare, who waits rather unhappily for Ragnarok at which time he will be killed by Garm, a rather large and bad tempered guard dog. (Little compensation, I guess, that he is destined to kill the dog as well). Should be quite scrap, Tyr having only the one arm, but thats another story....). I worked from home today, which was cool, as it meant I could listen to Faith No More whilst fiddling around with HTML. Put some curtains up as well, which was very very exciting. I could go on, but I won't.

very unusual indeed......Unusual Cards

In my continued, and somewhat frenzied attack, on the enemies of rationalism I followed up what that node of geekdom, Everything2, had to say about What the Pants do we know, here you can read two measured reviews of the movie, one from a loon and one from someones who not......What the BLEEP Do We Know!?@Everything2.com.....I think part of the problem with this movie is that the idea of this documentary is a good one, it would be cool to see a mainstream movie on the quantum world. For example, I saw today that a pair of scientists have added to the Wormhole debate that it would be almost impossible to create a stable wormhole in space/time i.e. it would be impossible to determine where it would come out - this is not science fiction, nor is it a bolt from the blue, wormhole science is seriously discussed, as is time travel, in many aspects of Quantum physics....so why not a cool, measured documentary on stuff like that?

I'll try and leave such stuff alone now, I'm spitting again.

and as a final comment about What the #!@& do we know, the production company is called 'Lord of the Wind'. I rest my case.

Another week over, its friday which meant a trip to Ikea , a dinner of chips and meat and a splendid purchasing of a sofa bed. Not quite sure whats happened to my syntax buts its rather strange, perhaps too much pritt stick when I was younger. Life in the new pad is starting to settle in something resembling a rhythm, but we still have far too many boxes littering the place. God only knows what it will be like when I get my act together and bring even more stuff over from the UK. As it is, E is living practically feral at the minute, hunting morsels of food between alleys of cardboard boxes stuffed with papers, only emerging to demand that his nappy be changed (which incidently, requires a stable boy these days).

Lamentable News: Its kind of weird to hear a nation that sanctions torture, incarceration without trial and invasion of countries without evidence to suddenly start brandishing the Geneva convention about when its a picture of a bloke in his pants....BBC NEWS World Middle East Saddam underwear photo angers US: "Other pictures showed Saddam Hussein washing his socks in a bowl, shuffling around and sleeping.
The US said the photos appeared to breach Geneva Convention rules on the humane treatment of prisoners of war. "

Recent Movies: Cube (finally, and rather good), Minority Report (finally once again, and okay).
Under the Reading Lamp: Still reading about the Human Genome, but also getting the Gruaniad almost everyday now, having found a new supplier (the newsagency around the corner, sweet).
Recently missed: Getting anywhere close to involved in doing a Sudoku, apparently this is a craze sweeping the uk.....

and here's the rant.....

Current Rationalist Moaning: What the Bleep Do We Know. Clearing of throat. Lets begin. Okay, so I'll lay my cards on the table and say, up front, I have not seen this movie - which immediately makes me a complete censoring surf nazi I know but, hey, ignorance has never stopped the delivery of an arguement badly put so - with the ground truth exposed - lets continue. For those of you who don't know, this is a documentary attempting to answer the bigger questions about life, existance and so on. Very worthy I say, bring it on. It takes on the mysterious quantum world (which is very fucking mysterious, having recently binged on serious academic books about multiverses, uncertainty principle and probababilty waves I narrowly avoided my brain abandoning ship), and - by following the adventures of Marlee Matlin - attempts to explain things like quantum mechanics. It would seem, however, that it quickly delves down in the strange (Japanese scientist controlling water with his brain waves) to the completely fucking mad, to wit, 35 000 year old Atlantean spirit being channeled through the body of some bonkers Washington woman called JZ Knight. As Richard Dawkins said in a review of this movie, Ramtha (for it is he, (see below)) has clearly not lost any of his business skills in his 35 000 year journey to the present day as he charges a 1000 dollar an hour for counselling (exactly what he cousels god knows, presumably how to deal with your entire civiallisation disappearing under the sea or, worse yet, not existing at all outside of Doug McClure movies).

This kind of shit is dangerous - it gives people the wrong idea about science, giving credence to fucked up new age cults and is generally getting away with lieing to people by dressing it up as science and giving 'experts' the space to bullshit away. What the Bleep Do We know? probably Bleep all after seeing this movie other than seeking enlightenment through a 12 stage course, a ranch retreat, and a bio-feed back machine. Wankers.

Ramtha - 35 000 year old Atlantean Entrepreneur

So lets have a quick look at Ramthas School of Enlightenment shall we? And straight away I'm not smiling anymore, when scrolling quickly through all the opportunities to go on retreats with Ramtha (less of a retreat, more like flee for your lives) I see the words 'To learn to heal and rejuvenate your body through an ancient ritual. This discipline has healed every conceivable disease and can extend your life beyond your genetic expectancy.'. Every conceivable disease? Fuck me, this bloke Ramthas shit hot - lets see what else there is.....Ramtha is a Lemurian, and a great warrior, from a time long long ago - 35 000 years ago - in the time when the lost continent of Atlantis was not so lost. Now this is great......Apparently 'Ramtha does not wish to be worshiped.', he just prefers the folding green instead then...He is channeled through the body of a nice wholesome lady (who also owns a gift shop) called JZ Knight but its okay, there is independent proof of his existance after a battery of tests was conducted on JZ Knight, hmmm, I see. It may be that she has physiological and neurological symptons (or pathology) which are unusual but which diagnosis is more appealing? That she has - 1. Some form of mental illness. 2. That it is a con or 3. She is possessed by a dead warrior spirit who, for reasons best known to himself, has come back from the spirit world as the some kind of cosmic counsellor. I could go on but if your ghast still needs to be flabbered a little bit more I suggest visiting the FAQ page of Ramthas website......But before we leave Ramtha and JZ the cost of spending some time with his holiness is around 1000 bucks a throw which, as Ramtha proudly says - 'somewhat lower than the average professional training courses in today's marketplace.' For some pictures of Ramtha in action, you can visit here.

I could rant about this all day but I'll start spitting, and going red, which is never appealing. I need to calm down, wheres my L. Ron. Hubbard tapes......

what with all the excitement, its worth reflecting on the movies that starwars has inspired, and you can't do much worse than Turkish Star Wars.

splendid..... 

"Back once again for the Renegade Master, people damager, powers in the people. Back once again for the Renegade Master, people damager, with the ill behaviour."

So that solves that question, the lyrics of the above have often troubled me - only a google away and there we are, on a similar vein, heres the lyrics (apparently) for those particularly angry chaps opus otherwise known as Killing in the Name of....went something like this

"Those who died are justified, for wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites.....You justify those that died by wearing the badge, they're the chosen whites" You get the idea, all I remember is staggering off the dance floor after having fought my way through this song, still, that was a long time ago.

So the big event of the last few weeks (other than moving, but hey, thats old news now) was the Scandinavian Science Fiction Convention which - has luck would have it -was right next door in the handly placed convention centre. The big news at this event was, of course, the presence of a pissed off looking David Carridine, a very hairy Peter Mayhew (chewbacca), and John Rhys Davies (Asps, very dangerous - you go first). Actually, for someone who promotes a daily tai chi workout video David C looked very much the worst for wear, not so much a grasshopper but more a chopstick, or something. The convention itself was very geeky, and hence a lot of fun, the room being largely dominated by stalls selling star wars figures, piles of old slasher movies and some very realistic rubber swords. I managed to stumble away with a number of Samaurai movies, a collectors edition of Hellraiser and a rather odd comic book (which, it was alleged, was on a par with Watchmen but sadly was nowhere near) called the Filth. Speaking of hellraiser they had, in the prop exhibition, the suit which Pinhead wore in the first Hellraiser movie - very cool, all hooks and rubber. I could go on, but you get the picture. Geeky

Significant event: Passing my theory test brings me one step closer to my driving licence, finally, but every is so slow, patience sorely tested.
Book: Genome, by Mark Ridley - very good (though a bit old) whistle stop tour through the human genome.

......and I've completely forgotten what else I was going to add there so that will have to do for this evening..........proof of the distracting effect of television.

"One nation under god has turned intoone nation under the influence of one drug
Television, the drug of the nationBreeding ignorance and feeding radiation"

Slight panic there, thought I'd forgotten my username...but no. The new flat is now connected, a mighty 8 mbit/s (ADSL - once again, boo) flowing back and forward.

Nothing much tonight, I'm tired, my hands are slightly sticky and my eyes are stinging....yes, E's been eating porridge again.

Just to introduce some sanity, heres Brian Blessed's filmography....Brian Blessed