tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-129519782012-01-26T18:20:21.924+01:00B. InexpectusInsigniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08841512764430311128noreply@blogger.comBlogger2131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12951978.post-75832258489072182752009-04-12T20:20:00.002+02:002009-04-12T20:24:39.126+02:00

*Hide gold coins in hollow trees and under rocks*Carve tiny idols out of bark and set them afloat in puddles*Jump in circles*Read the newspaper and drink a cup of coffee*Volunteer at homeless shelters*Kill mice and small squirrels for no reason at all*Gild their beaks and sit abslolutely still in trees*Shit on your car*Floss

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Monkeys are pretty neat.

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One day Brother Edward, on one of his many walks around the countryside, happened to enter Hell, which was located in a cave near the three standing stones at Marlburgh (you can still see soot in the roof of the cave and, on windy days, hear the screams of the damned). It was raining, and he went into the cave seeking shelter, expecting to find at most a bear or a deranged hermit, both of which

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A little known fact about Pope Urban IV (1195–1264) is that he liked to juggle eggs more than anything in the world. When, in 1261, after his election (he was the first pope to be elected without first having served as cardinal. This is believed to be the reason his egg juggling was not discovered earlier), he tried to gather support for a crusade against the Byzantine emperor Michael VIII

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One morning, upon waking, I found myself transformed into a crocodile. After some initial trouble adjusting to my new situation (I dropped my favourite teacup on the floor), I found that living in a crocodilian state was not without advantages. I could swim effortlessly through water, break the legs of a full grown wildebeest with a single sweep of my tail, and hide at the water's edge by taking

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I Think The Guy's A SwedeI thought this was pretty neat. Lookee! (It's a YouTube video. But I don't know how to embed.)Short posts now. Fear not, soon I will slip my surly bonds for a few months, maybe then we can kick some life into this old horse.

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The Silent Crowd Opens Its Lips To SpeakIt strikes me, you know, that it's been a while. Well, I have something for you. Perhaps you haven't seen it. It's the art gallery of one Tomasz Marónski.My favorite picture is this one.

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I’m not going to make a habit of posting youtube videos here, but this is really one of the seven best things ever. All right, twelve.(also link to same)

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This is a very Badgerlike setting. You should like it. (I felt like posting something, just to prove we're not all dead. Or in the case of some of us, at least not more dead than usual.)

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The Codex Seraphinianus, just for you.

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“As you can see,” the philosopher said, “this barrel of apples, which we all agreed was full, nevertheless had room for a whole sack of rice and, after that, for a bucket of sand. This shows that our preconceived notions about the state of things should never be accepted without questioning.”“Now I can't sell the apples,” the fruitmonger said, “and tonight I won’t be able to eat the rice. You

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On re-reading an essay I’ve written about cooperation and reader interaction in literature, I found the following passage:...it is possible to imagine a reader who does not like books with talking animals in them and will put any such book down after reaching the first example of their pet peeve. I didn't mean it, I promise!

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If a man throws himself out of the fourth floor window, and you can't make a sketch of him before he gets to the ground, you will never do anything big.Eugène DelacroixBefore he had even had time to finish his first big painting, Delacroix was finding it increasingly difficult to find models, and the police had visited his fourth-floor studio seven times. Art, he deicded, was hard.

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I took the liberty of updating the theme to the new, easily-customized version. Unfortunately, I can't help thinking that it looks a lot worse than it used to (the post titles weren't underlined before, were they? And I don't know how to turn it off, either).If somebody wants to fix it nobody will be happier than me (well, maybe the pope, but nobody else), but I'm starting to suspect that it

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“Then I saw the host of angels; their wings were like the wings of grasshoppers, and when they rubbed their wings together, this was the music of the spheres, which I had heard in my dreams, and which I hear today, in the sound of this wondrous instrument of Monsieur Sax's creation.”An extract from the diary of Ms Saunders. The first page is missing.

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My Hypnagogic Memory Could Be BetterOK, here's how it is: I once saw a painting of the Jardin des Plantes. (I really couldn't tell you which Jardin des Plantes, but I would assume the Paris one.) I liked the picture. So, of course, I lost it. I can't remember the title, and I can't remember the artist's name. Annoying, but, you know, these things, they happen. Gravel along the roadside.So, last

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Well, what do you know?* We did manage three posts in January.I suggest that we try to do even better this month, and aim for a dazzling, staggering three posts per week. Starting next week, of course. One wouldn't want to overexert oneself, now would one?**And yes, this is the first hint of a conspiracy to get us to post three times every second in June.Footnotes:*) This is a rhetorical question

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I dreamt that I was on an airplane, flying somewhere (as you might expect). We were told that there would be sushi for dinner, because that was the only food they'd remembered to bring. After a while, somebody brought me a large number of small paper bags, which I thought would contain the various pieces of fish and other things to go with the rice. This turned out not to be the case; the paper

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It Is Time We Faced Up To The FutureThe blog has now been upgraded to New Blogger. I don't know whether any of you have omitted it (Kusch and Light, I am looking in your direction), but upgrading your Blogger account seems necessary to write, now, because Blogger has attained level 50 and evolved into Future Blogger. Well, bully for it, I say!It puts us that much closer to Catching Them All.

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It is said that the fourth Emperor of Dawn, having ascended to the throne under somewhat mysterious circumstances, attempted to strengthen his position by always acting in a way that befitted an emperor. He not only tried to emulate his thre predecessors by sending his opponents into exile (sometimes after cutting off their noses, but according to court rumours he could not stand the sight of

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This would be a good time to read Return of the Mad Bun, seeing how it just ended. There’s a Narrator, you see. May contain trace amounts of another comic in the middle of the archives, but you should be able to figure it out.Also: SPQR Blues. So far, there are friends and Romans in it, and it wouldn’t surprise me if there was a countryman hidden somewhere too.Also also: the new version of

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Here are some dead clockwork insects.You’re welcome.

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You are going to like this.

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I just thought it would be proper to let you know that you want to read Skeleton Jelly.

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Yes. I've been unfaithful. I've started a new blog. One where I don't feel the pressure to be zany in every post i write. Although that doesn't exclude some amount of zaniness, of course.Also, a blog where there is no risk that anyone will ever read anything that I write.http://sexybastard.blogspot.com/

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There once was a man from BlorengeWho said that his name was Gorringe.But if you look it up1You'll see he made it upIn order to rhyme with orange.---1In the Monmouthshire telephone directory.

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Your Personality Is Like AcidA bit wacky, you're very difficult to predict.One moment you're in your own little happy universe...And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell!What Drug Is Your Personality Like?

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Yet Another Link PostRules on smoking, courtesy of Japan.

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Forge Your LifeHear ye, hear ye, Badgers all and sundry, and hark to my mad plan!As you may or may not know, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, in some other, unrelated nation. But, I say! this should not stop us from partaking of the rich smorgasbord of doing something gigantic just because someone irrelevant said so. No! Hell no! So here is my suggestion: this year, for

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Yet Another Quick Link, And Yes, I Am Irreparably LateBecause I simultaneously love and hate you all, here's Green Evening Stories, which is simultaneously splendid and permanently unfinished. Enjoy! Until you reach the end, which is also the middle, and attain the gut-wrenching realization that you're cut off from any more, forever.

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(one more link, that is)If you were to read a comic about cats in prohibition-era St. Louis, you would prefer said comic to be tastefully sepia-toned, right?Right.

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"Don’t tell us what happened: tell us why it matters."That's the single most useful writing tip ever. The rest of the article pales in comparison.

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A tableau at the breakfast table.“You are clearly mistaken, Madam!” I said. “My name is Charles Therrault, and I’m a trout and salmon salesman from Salem, Massachusetts. I’ve never seen you before in my life.”“For heaven’s sake,” my mother said, “I just asked you to pass the orange juice.”

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Artist: FantômasRecord: Suspended AnimationSemi-obscure literary reference: check.Cd cover in the form of stylish ring bound fold-out wall calendar for the month of April, complete with a hole for the nail: check.Pink cd, with flowers and kitten: check.The music: not so hot. Better luck next time.

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Oh Yay, Now I'm Just Triple Late AgainOkay, no, look, no, listen, seriously, pay attention goddamnit! Mike Mignola. Mike Mignola!All right, I'm calm. Yes, Mother, I'm calm. Deep breath. Start from the beginning, don't flip out.Mike Mignola, creator of Hellboy, artist of those old Lankhmar comics only I seem to know about or want, purported originator of all the cool bits in Disney's Atlantis, in

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This is ground control to Clockmaker. Your weekly post is late!Other things that are running late:The next episode of my oh-so-regularly updated comic.The remarkably well-planned and organised series of articles I intended to publish on my domain.The mind-bogglingly clever adventure game I was going to begin work on last year.A much-needed cleaning spree in the dump I call home. This, too, was to

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For Viewing Using EyeballsBehold! I have located for your edification a variety of works by the Gobelins school of animation, which you may or may not enjoy depending on temperament and cranial composition.French again, I regret to say. Damn you, Frenchies!Still haven't gotten my comics from you, either.

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I'm not sure what kind of rehab you need if, while pondering Monkey Island 2, something in your head starts chanting "Young Lindy - he was the cabin boy" to the beat of It Dread Inna Inglan.

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This Post Is Also DelayedInkognito is a game, a game with very cool bits which suffers the unfortunate fate of being based on Clue-style game mechanics (which means the way to optimize the decision making process is very transparent, reducing the game to a mere series of random chances). I am embarking (I think) on a project to make rules which are more fun to play with.This is as far as I've

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This Post Is Late (But Inspired By Arrianos And The Shout Box)IV.3. Insignia marches into KyropolisKallisthenes tells us that the following morning was marked by heavy rains and storm clouds. Insignia, however, was impatient and would not delay in marching into the city, which was largest of them and had a higher wall, having been founded by Kyros. It was a city famous for its medical

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- So, basically, when scientists describe what the universe looked like ten billion years ago, or when they describe conditions in distant galaxies, they assume that the same natural laws are uniformly valid throughout the aeons and across the light years. But this is just an assumption, and the scientist has no means of testing its veracity.Billy looked at professor Brainy with large eyes. He

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The day she turned ten, she was walking down the street with herdaddy. "I want that! It's pretty!" she said, pointing to anornate old bottle in a window. And since it was her birthday, andher father loved her very much, he bought it for her. Inside thebottle there was a genie, and like all genies, he granted herthree wishes. Her first wish was a puppy. It was small and brownand lovely, and for a

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It is not true that, as has been claimed previously on these pages (or rather, on other pages bearing the same name; for has not the philosopher said that it is impossible to immerse yourself twice in the same newspaper?), that it was young Groats who solved the fundamental problem of the self-propelled automaton – that is, the weight of the fuel burdening the machine so that more fuel is

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I Almost Forgot The Week Thing AlreadySo.I ordered three Cités Obscures albums this week. Well, not bad, huh? Not bad, Clocky? you might say. And well you might, because those are some mighty fine comics as far as I'm concerned.Only, they've not been properly translated, not all of them anyway (I understand Brüsel and The Invisible Frontier have passable translations), so I got them in French. (

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Creationists assert that the creatures of earth have been designed by a conscious force (i.e. God), rather than having evolved through the process of Darwinian natural selection. This is patently ridiculous for several reasons, but there is one fact that more than any other once and for all disproves the notion of intelligent design:The absence of flying whales.I mean, seriously! What kind of

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The world was coming to an end. The gilded emperor was raging. 'This is ridiculous!', he roared at noone in particular. 'We are humans! There is no technology that is beyond our scope, no aspect of nature we can't tame. Shall we let such a puny thing as the Eschaton come in our way? We must toil ceaslessly to find a way of stopping this madness!'The silver emperor was more laid-back. 'Relax', he

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You’re in the kitchen. The cupboard next to the refridgerator, second shelf from the top. Behind the teapot.

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My shampoo offers sunflower & UV protection. Do you often need to protect your hair against sunflowers? I don't recall it ever being an issue in my personal life, but I haven't met many sunflowers. They do seem like friendly chaps, though.

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In order to help jump-start the Badger, I have decided to follow the suit of Clockmaker and write at least one post a week (an auxiliary reason is to stop the Badger from drowning in Clockmaker posts).I will save the earth-shattering insights in the nature of the universe for another week, however. This week I will provide an account of my literary sojourns these last few days. I have read a book

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This Betty Boop cartoon from 1932 features Cab Calloway as a ghost walrus. I thought you’d like to know.

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Containing also a delayed note on the BadgerversarySo we went to Wales again, and then came back. Which was good, you see, because Britain at this time of year is resplendent with greenery and suchlike, whereas Sweden, much as always, is Sweden.We lived in Caernarfon, and we spent a day ambling through the town, mainly the castle, which is huge and well-preserved to the point where you can nearly

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I have little to offer you except a quote: "Lava's all around meI feel it in my toes" This song was featured in the 1994 action/adventure movie "Four Beheadings and a Furnace", sung by the popular volcano band Hot! Hot! Hot! (yes, the exclamation marks are part of the name). It was originally recorded by The Blogs in 1968.

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It was a cold, rainy night, the kind of night that makes you wish you could bolt your windows and draw your blinds and put another log on the fire. But for me it was the best kind of night – bad weather seems to draw out all kinds of people who have problems they don’t want any of their respectable friends and neighbours to know about. The kind of weather that makes decent people stay inside and

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Concerning: Hard ScienceSponge cake tastes best unsliced, eaten like a tortilla or banana, gripped over the packaging. (This specimen is a bar, with a trapezoidal cut.)It goes well with Oolong.[Unrelated note: Two weeks precisely until the Badgerversary.]

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More GamesHapland 3 is out. Rejoice, O ye who love getting stuck so hard in games it makes you weep.Me, I'm happying my eyes out.

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In Case You Missed ItPlay Cave Story. Play it now. If you've any care at all for old-school platformers, you won't regret it. For one such as me, it is polished very near to the perfection of the genre.The site linked to is itself an excellent resource for the game.Cave Story is available for PC and Mac. It is, to the best of my knowledge, legally freeware.

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I just got myself a web site, where I will, sooner or later, tell lies about tea.I also draw a comic.

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For reasons wich are not entirely clear to me, I recently created a last.fm account. You will now be able to not only see what music I'm listening to, but also to witness my irregular hours, in real time. Such fun!From now on, I will of course feel obliged to only listen to songs you don't like by bands you've never heard about.

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If you belong to the subset of people who still consider SMB3 one of the finest pieces of video game ever made, you might want to check out Mario Adventure. This "hack" is in reality a complete game unto itself, with new worlds, new levels, new monsters, but based on the SMB3 engine. It's fun, insanely difficult, and 100% Mario. You can download the rom here. All you need is a NES emulator and

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A Homage To Calvino, Or SomesuchSo, a man enters a bar. (No, it's not that kind of — no, let me finish — it's not a joke story.) He's quite tall, wears a black leather jacket, looks agitated, and the first thing he does is turn to another patron (a stout man in a teal top hat and matching suit, God knows who came up with that one) and say: »I met the Reader today. An hour or so ago. Out on the

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An ExcerptI traversed the seas in a balloon. (I was trailing the airship home of the Secret People. They were from the future.) The water surface was full of building façades, turned outward. After a while of flying, they became real buildings. Many were Eiffel Towers in various scales - from the height of my balloon to many times the real tower. I realized the Secret People had erected these

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It just occurred to me that I have not yet mentioned The Ditty Bops to you, Dear Readers. So now I do.Listen to the songs, especially all of them.

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The writings of Scott Aaronsson are interesting and frequently humoristic. Take special note of the essay on large numbers, which equips you with new ways of telling your friends just how much better than them you are.

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I'm currently in the process of picking out a hat. It's harder than it may sound; I haven't really a hat head, and there are some demands to be considered; the hat cannot be to expensive (I'm a student, after all), it must be broad-brimmed and preferably something that can take a little wear and tear.So why a hat, the reader may ask, and why these strict specifications? Well, I need something to

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Improve Upon Yesterday's RefuseThis link is not in itself randomly chosen, but it leads to a random generator: The Eagle Fire Garfield Randomizer works exactly as advertised. Which is to say, when »Go« is pressed, the script will generate for your entertainment a random arrangement of panels from scanned Garfield strips.There is also an educational side to this, viz. that the script succinctly

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Or should that be of the week? Of the month? Come to think of it, I don't know if I've ever posted a random link before.Regardless, this is almost cool enough, content-wise, to make me forgive the completely unnecessary Flash interface. Almost.

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Indie, but agreeable anywayPerhaps some of you will find glee in perceiving Channel Frederator. I understand it is nominally one of them thar »podcasts«, but I think free cartoons sort of trump that? I don't know, make your own calls.

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There was an elephant in the garden. Somebody had covered its head with a blanket, but you could still tell it was an elephant. It looked out of from beind the blanket with sad and beady little eyes, and sometimes made little elephanty noises. We fed it oranges and suflower seeds, but it didn't seem like them.The next day we found it had stepped over the garden wall and walked away.

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Used and new furniture at affordable prices. Food. Two balloon animals locked in eternal struggle. A big button. Garden gnomes. A piece of string. Taxes. Houses. Understanding. Almost any kind of metal contraption, including cheese graters. Mice.

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"I seem to have misplaced my yo-yo", said the hedgehog to the magpie. "Have you seen it?"The magpie shook its head, while bouncing up and down a tree.

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A monkey recieves it wings.A king is humiliated by the ancestors.The annals are adding, rewriting, organizing, revolting.

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At the age of four, Alexander Groats (1882–1906) learned learned to speak and write perfect Greek and Latin, but when he was sent to Mrs Henderson's school for gifted children a year later he had already abandoned languages for mechanics, and for the rest of his short but glorious life he would only communicate with grunts and obscene hand gestures.He built his first steam engine during his first

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Fire that burns stuff into reptiles! Guns that only penetrate the flesh of your true love! Breakdancing giants! Cloudball!http://www.alessonislearned.com/

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Clockmaker has been unexpectedly kindapped by a vicious gang of badgers operating a robot replica of beat author William S. Burroughs. We are mounting a rescue expedition and we need your help! Meeting tomorrow in Casablanca at sunrise. Contact me, Kusch, for more info.

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Status Updates and Mad ScienceWe seem to have survived into the new year, and the Badger with us. That's nice. Of course, for all of you out there at home, that may be a little too sparse in the way of information. Accordingly, I thought I'd give you a roll call of how we're all doing:Kusch continues to enjoy retirement in the Colonel's cupboard. With the addition of a pillow and an electric bulb

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The Internet is a wonderful thing. Always changing, it is hard to tell what will become of it in twenty years time. We have allowed our in-house futurology expert to take a look at the current forecasts, and these are his predictions: Every man will have his own hovercraft web server Google will have moved their head office to a domed base on the moon There will be no need for blogs;

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Administrative Mucking-AboutThe comments box is now a popup. This is because testing shows it to be (in my opinion) a somewhat less ugly page, and also doesn't navigate you away from the blog itself. So, yeah. Any dissenters, feel free to change it back; there's a radio button thingy in the Comment Settings.

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I don't post nearly as much as I want to here, and I don't work on my comic nearly enough, so I got another blog for not posting about not drawing comics. (At first I forgot to add the link)I also created it to try out Wordpress for free before I decide to download it for free. I never try out things that I'm going to pay for. I sometimes buy books that I wouldn't even consider borrowing from the

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...is the stupidest damn word ever.There. I said it.

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Performing Our Weblog DutiesThis is a mad neat map of one of the Auld Londons. Post-fire, but at that resolution I'll take what I get. Note the church of Marylebone near the upper left corner.Acquire a fine messaging client for the Mac here. It comes highly recommended by yours truly, courtesy of the estimable Mr. Fade.Finally, I read this the other evening, and it creeped me the hell out. I have

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“Once you’ve read the first sentence”, the blurb proudly boasted, “you won’t be able to put the book down.” In the end they had to amputate both my hands.

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As blatantly stolen from an idea of Kusch's Deep in the trench of Atlan vast Kombacha wades knee-deep in the tall kelp forests, bubbly thoughts aswirl, as natural to all around it as is the forest itself. Nothing knows it from a mountain, no, not the very whales that venture to its depths, nor the landmen watching through their magic eyes in the upper air: and who amongst these oblivious,

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Okay, everyone has that one thing they bury themselves in when things get tough, right? /.../ So this month I want you to write a tribute to whatever your thing is, praising it, thanking it, whatever.-- Alchera 39, option 21.I would findthe shape of music, the pattern,and I would walk in darknesswith a song as my lantern.2.Reality's blank spaceswere painted into new thingsby the colours I could

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Most people don’t exercise their futility nearly enough and consequently find themselves unable to be truly futile when the need strikes. Now you can improve your non-performance in this important area, using only items you will most likely find in your own home. And if you are not satisfied with your new futility after two weeks, you will, in fact, have succeeded.1. Take one blank sheet of paper

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Today I almost lost my woollen cap. We go way back, the cap and I, but I was not sad to see it gone; I figured that I’d had it long enough, and now the night had taken it, perhaps to warm her ears.But when I started walking back the same way I’d come I quickly found it, lying outside the library. It was probably craving for some culture and, being a cap, didn’t realize the library was closed.

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I write to you on behalf of my clients, Messieurs Delacroix & Lacanne; the well-known inventors of the cephalograph, the mechanical autocorrespondent, and several other useful contraptions, as well as many popular novelty items.It is the wish of my clients to entrust to your firm, Cornelius Finch & Sons, with the manufacture of their latest invention.The Un-container is a medium-sized box made

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http://www.catb.org/~esr/jargon/html/M/mu.htmlThe only drawback is that it sounds like a cow.

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This actually happened to me once.

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The other day I meant to look up a word in my dictionary; a word beginning with the letter F.I come upon the word "Fathermurderer" (I suppose this is a splendid time to point out that this was in a language in which such a word apparently exists and such linguistical constructions are not only possible but highly encouraged). Next to this interesting word there is a drawing of a mans. A swarthy

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The monkeys rock.

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An Improvised Melody On A Few Stolen Chords»Fold your hands child, you walk like a peasant.«Sebastian was fairly sure hand-folding only applied to girls, and moreover, that nobody said peasant ever, but he obeyed anyway. His gramma was stern and sharp-tongued, quick to criticize others and, worse, to praise herself. (Honestly, she could be a right bastard. Not that Sebastian could put it into so

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A Slice of Suburban LifeWe all made fun of Hugo, in school. He was so gross; a real weird kid. Sometimes at recess, he'd go looking for beetles and, if he found any, eat them. Once Marcus dared him to eat a worm, but he said that was disgusting. Nor did he like spiders. Once, a kid (I wish I could say it was me) asked him what was the difference, and he said that it wasn't so bad, you got used to

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1) Doormat2) Crocodile Bait3) Rocket Fuel

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Last night, I dreamt I travelled in time......to the early nineties, where I spent most of my time surfing the net and giggling at how primitive it all looked. They didn't even have Google back then, and nobody had even imagined Wikipedia.At least I took the opportunity to register kalle@hotmail.com.

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Or linking as the case may beI have concluded that it is a pity that the »Links« list down below in the sidebar is so benighted. To remedy this, I propose the following plan, which I intend to follow from now on and urge anyone who agrees with me to consider: when I find a link I feel is kick-ass enough to merit constant exposure (as opposed to a quick nod in its direction), I won't write a post

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This morning I woke from my alarm clock. I proceeded to follow my usual morning routine, which means I got up, took a piss and then a shower. I felt unusually tired, even for a tuesday morning, but I didn't give it a second thought. I came back into my room, naked except for the towel around my waist, and was struck by how cold it was. I have the habit of sleeping with my window open, as my room

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All the cool kids are moving on to Armeniapedia, the online encyclopedia about Armenia that anyone can edit. Really.

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A Random Mumble from the Sub-Basement of ConsciousnessThere was an obsessive fan. »I'd just like you to know«, wrote she to the object of her admiration, »that you're God!«»Oh, thank you for telling me that«, replied God. »No really, I mean it; I had no idea. That explains why there's so much wrong with the world; I've just been sitting here on my ass for as long as I can remember. Well, I'd love

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"Evil-wishers are always around to spread rumors."/SPAM

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Once upon a time, there was a man who imagined himself a tree. Every morning for two hours he stood in his garden, arms stretched out, bare toes buried in the ground, trying to feel like his skin was bark, his hair leaves, his veins transporting water from the ground instead of blood. Sometimes he would practice on the bus or in the queue to the restroom as well, but without doing the motions. He

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