I’m manic today, honestly, look at the number of posts! I think printing out my whole thesis might have something to do with it. Though probably I’m just avoiding stuff. Ah well.

Find a Windows computer. Open Explorer and go to Matt’s site. Click on a permalink so you’re at an individual entry – there, did you get the groovy transition thing? Now click “main” so you go back to the front page again […]

Months and months ago I foolishly agreed to give a few lectures in New Media Theory for the MA in Screenwriting. Since then my busy-ness levels have soared, I’ve realised I’d misunderstood the rates and I’m getting paid a pittance for the […]

Purring Kitty is an interesting-looking bit of software that’ll get your Nokia phone vibrating for as long as you like. Easily bought by SMS from within the UK, but it’s more expensive and more complicated from other countries. I like the idea, […]

Mark Bernstein’s looking at getting Tinderbox to talk with MoveableType, Blogger.com and other web- and server-based blogging applications. I used to use Tinderbox for blogging, but moved to MoveableType because the network emphasis of MoveableType is really important to me: trackbacks, built […]

Ah. The article in the Australian is by Bernard Lane, who writes Milon’s Memory, a living obituary for a friend of his who died twenty years ago, when he was only twenty. I

Syria’s probably got chemical weapons, Bush says. He’s not threatening to invade them or anything, “They just need to cooperate“, that’s all. In other news, and possibly as a counter-move, Syria’s forming an Axis of Just-As-Evil since they weren’t allowed into the […]

I just sent Espen (my wonderful supervisor) my last thesis chapter, the one about hoaxes and stuff. I think it’s sort of OK but after having chopped out the ridiculous attempts at Lacan (not really my cup of tea, though I struggle […]

On Thursday Mum sent me an SMS from Rottnest, where she’s holidaying with my sister and her family. “Hi jill you are mentioned in todays Australian (Media Supplement, p. 7 on warblogs love mum” Auntie Joan saw it too, flying home from […]

When I picked my six-year-old daughter up from after-school care on Friday the other kids complained: “She can’t go, she’s the only one who can be an American!” Confused, I asked what they were playing. “War in Iraq, of course!” my daughter […]