8:25pm, Sat 17-May-2014

I posted my review of Buffy season 1 here, but the formatting looks rubbish on LJ. Instead I've decided to post it to my public blog, here. Spoilers, of course.

The rest will also be over there.
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8:09pm, Wed 09-Sep-2009

You have to be on my LiveJournal "friends list" (and logged in) to read most of my journal including anything recent. Comment here if you would like access. New comments on this entry are screened (will not be displayed to anyone but you and me).

I give access to pretty much anyone; but if you never comment on anything I write, and I find myself with nothing to say about your journal either, I may remove you. After all, LJ is supposed to be about communication. If I have removed you already, this is probably why.
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11:02am, Thu 02-Oct-2008

From time to time I enjoy fond memories of these people, and feel sad that we're not still in touch. I've tried looking in the obvious places without success; I don't want to go to stalker-like lengths in case people don't want to be found by me.

Eva Chan
Bethan Davies
Robert Davies
Jason Finch
Angela Gilham
Paul Gould
Adam Greenberg
David Parsons
Timothy Wilkinson

If you're on this list and reading this, I'd love it if you got in touch. You could either leave a comment (nobody except me will be able to see any comment) or email me.
7:54pm, Fri 19-Dec-2003

I read in New Scientist that NASA is worried how bad it would look if the european Beagle mission succeeds and its own missions fail.

It seems to me they could perfectly well leave Mars to Europe. In the new colony, the space suits would be designed by the Italians, and the Mars rovers be built by the Germans. Scottish engineers would develop innovative solutions to every problem and deploy precision instruments made by the Swiss. The French would provide the catering, but the Belgians would make all the desserts. The English would be the administrators. The Portugese would set off to explore the planet, while the Spanish would set up a resort on the edge of the colony to attract tourists from Earth. The Irish would figure out how to brew stout in the hydroponics plants, and they would develop the constitution. A redheaded Irish woman would be the first President of the Republic of Mars.

It would fare much better than the American colony on the other side of Mars, which would extravagantly waste its local resources, and import almost all its consumer goods from Earth without being able to pay for them. Its main source of income would be Japanese tourists who would save for a lifetime to get to Disneyland Mars. Its undemocratic christian leadership would barely acknowledge the existence of any other colony.

However, they and the other colonies will all be united in making jokes about the stupid earthlings.
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10:40am, Sun 09-Nov-2003

As we're off for a holiday in Touraine in a couple of weeks, I made a list of things I like about France. Neccessarily incomplete.

24 good thingsCollapse )

mood: optimistic
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12:05pm, Sun 13-Apr-2003


A word beloved of journalists because it is so vague and ambiguous that it obviates the need for any real thought. Since everything in the world could be said to be "linked", you can claim any two things are linked and it's true, without you having to do any tedious thinking about the precise nature in which they are linked; and you leave it to the reader or listener to jump to their own conclusions about the nature of the link, without taking responsibility for said conclusions. As in "this chemical is linked to cancer" when they were both mentioned on different pages of the same report. Or, as I heard yesterday, "it is alleged that the police officer was linked to the Ba'athist regime". The police force is linked to the government? Truth: undeniable, but information content: zero.
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10:40am, Tue 24-Dec-2002

I dreamt last night that the new water pipes in our loft were leaking. I had to go up there with a Java IDE to fix it. I was convinced that a T-joint was leaking water because someone had compared two strings with == when constructing it.
5:57pm, Mon 23-Dec-2002

I dislike christmas because it brings out the worst in so many people. Many of our neighbours have covered their houses in flashing lights (the ranch across the road has at least 200 lights) which cost money to buy and even more to run (especially the ones who have left the lights on all day and night for the last 2 weeks). Meanwhile the shops are crowded with people piling trolleys high with rich luxury foods, determined to stuff themselves silly. It has become the festival of waste and self-indulgence.

mood: grumpy
11:20am, Sun 30-Jun-2002

Is it normal to be unable to do the vacuuming without singing "I want to break free" ?
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10:00pm, Wed 05-Jun-2002

A million people turned out for the Jubilee party and the BBC are declaring republicanism dead in the UK.

I don't think it's a fair test until they declare a bank holiday, and throw a huge party and festival and big-name pop concert and parade at taxpayers' expense, all for people who are *against* the monarchy, and see how many people turn up to that.

The BBC seems to have lost sight of its remit to be unbiased completely.
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11:56am, Mon 13-May-2002

"I won't say good morning, because it's not" a colleague said. It's been raining steadily all morning.

I don't know why people don't like rain. I like it. After a dry spell it makes the trees and plants smell fresh and nice.

My hometown is built of gritty grey limestone with slate rooves. When it rains, the town looks even greyer. I like that too. It's part of the character of the place; it suits it.
8:47pm, Tue 07-May-2002

One day, a man was walking along a street when he happened to look over a fence into a garden. There sitting at opposite sides of a garden table were a man and a large dog, and on the table between them was a chess set. From time to time, the man moved a piece or the dog moved a piece, picking the pieces up delicately with its mouth and placing them back down precisely. As the passer-by watched, the man put the dog into checkmate and sat back, arms folded. The dog studied the board for a while then jumped down from the chair and trotted off into the house, tail down.

"Wow!" called the passer-by, astonished. "Your dog is incredibly intelligent!"

"Not really, replied the man, "he hardly ever wins."
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