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edmcbride July 25 2014, 13:02

Awake! We both close tonight. But, Eddie...

Awake! We both close tonight. But, Eddie, you're up at 7am, what gives? Well, we're up because we have a meeting with the mortgage agent this morning at 9am, so we're up and slowly getting ready to go.

Then, for me, a 10 hour shift at the smut hut. 

I've now looked for a gif longer than typing this post up. I pretty much suck. I give up. Here's Sasha talking about McDonalds. You guys wanna see any gifs in particular?

I got nothing else. I have coffee, but it tastes like ass because I used all my flavoured creamer yesterday, and I forgot to buy more on the way home, so I had to use milk and sugar. Totes not the same.?

oxfordhacker July 25 2014, 12:01

My tweets

  • Thu, 19:37: After a super-efficient 11 hour day at work, I am like Alexander the Great: weeping because there are no arses left to kick...
  • Thu, 19:46: That said, I'm sure there'll be more arses available on my return from holiday, so a more apt classical metaphor might be the arse-hydra.
theidolhands posted to urban_decay July 25 2014, 10:51

Vess Cola

This is leftover from a fire of The Internet Archive on Clement Street (ironically presumed electrical in nature). Alas, it caused a lot of damage to the lovely Taishan Cafe, which has since relocated across the street as The Claypot House.

When the charred structure was pulled down, this vintage sign for Vess Cola was revealed. The company is even still in business, although it caters more to the St. Louis, Missouri area where it's manufactured. The cream flavor comes in an unusual shocking pink color! The building next to it was built in 1922, so one can assume that the painted art is even older than that.

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pennyarcaderss July 25 2014, 07:15

News Post: The Talk, By Scott Kurtz


Tycho: Last call: come see us at Booth 1334 if you’re headed to SDCC.  If you aren’t, or… if you are Croatian, I apologize.  That information doesn’t really help you at all.  I hope everything is cool in, like… Zagreb. The one thing about San Diego Comic Con I always forget the rest of the year is how cold it is in there.  The show I attend and the show an attendee attends aren’t the same one: I arrive and situate myself for maximum availability.  I don’t absorb popular culture.  I assume my coordinate, and then if I am lucky…
marnanel July 24 2014, 23:56

Gentle Readers: catch them, Rimeq

Gentle Readers
a newsletter made for sharing
volume 1, number 15
24th July 2014: catch them, Rimeq
What I’ve been up to

I read a choose-your-own-adventure science fiction book when I was little. It concerned the efforts of an alien named Rimeq to take over the world, and the hero's efforts to stop him. This was made more difficult because Rimeq possessed the ability to move objects around with his mind (telekinesis). The only part which has stayed in my head is towards the end, when the hero has reached Rimeq's room but Rimeq has paralysed him by telekinesis, the police have been stopped similarly, and so have the spaceships bringing help, and the stress is showing on Rimeq's face. Finally the hero manages to take some rings off his fingers and throw them at Rimeq, shouting, "Catch them, Rimeq, they're grenades!" This is the final straw; the stress on Rimeq's mind is too much, and he is taken away catatonic.

So as I mentioned earlier, we have been moving house, and several moments have made me think, "Catch them, Rimeq"-- in particular, I meant to put out an edition of Gentle Readers on Monday as usual, but exhaustion won. Sorry for the interruption in service; meanwhile, I've been very encouraged by the messages I've had telling me how much you enjoy reading Gentle Readers.

Many people are due public thanks for helping us get through the last week. In particular, I want to thank the people of St John's church, Egham; as the obstacles to getting moved grew more and more formidable, so more and more people from St John's turned up unasked to help. We couldn't have managed without you. Thanks also go to the Gentle Reader who offered a garage when the movers needed to deliver before the landlord could give us the key. And thanks to the people from the Runnymede Besom, who turned up to take away some furniture we'd donated, but then came back later to help clean up. That's what love in action looks like, and I'll do my best to pay it forward. Thank you all.

A poem of mine


Electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.
You fill my batteries with such
electric sparkles in your touch,
that Tesla would have charged too much
and Franklin dropped his lightning-rod:
electric sparkles in your touch,
the echoes of an amber god.

A picture

I was going to draw you a cartoon as usual, but my tablet is still packed away. Instead, here are some photos I took when I was working in London earlier this year.

Trains in the sidings at Clapham Junction, the busiest railway station in Britain.
More than a hundred trains an hour come through.

The tombstone of Jason Binder:
"He respected all living things. His inspiration lives on."
And it lives on with me, too, even though his epitaph is all I know about him.


Something from someone else

Does this one really need an introduction? Well, if you've never seen it before, then you have the joy of seeing it for the first time; the Guardian has a decent analysis if you're interested in digging into it. "Baggonets" is an archaic form of the word "bayonets", and Kensal Green is a large London cemetery, one of the magnificent seven. There is a pub called "Paradise" near there now; it was named for the poem.

by G K Chesterton

Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,
The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.
A reeling road, a rolling road, that rambles round the shire,
And after him the parson ran, the sexton and the squire;
A merry road, a mazy road, and such as we did tread
The night we went to Birmingham by way of Beachy Head.

I knew no harm of Bonaparte and plenty of the Squire,
And for to fight the Frenchman I did not much desire;
But I did bash their baggonets because they came arrayed
To straighten out the crooked road an English drunkard made,
Where you and I went down the lane with ale-mugs in our hands,
The night we went to Glastonbury by way of Goodwin Sands.

His sins they were forgiven him; or why do flowers run
Behind him; and the hedges all strengthening in the sun?
The wild thing went from left to right and knew not which was which,
But the wild rose was above him when they found him in the ditch.
God pardon us, nor harden us; we did not see so clear
The night we went to Bannockburn by way of Brighton Pier.

My friends, we will not go again or ape an ancient rage,
Or stretch the folly of our youth to be the shame of age,
But walk with clearer eyes and ears this path that wandereth,
And see undrugged in evening light the decent inn of death;
For there is good news yet to hear and fine things to be seen,
Before we go to Paradise by way of Kensal Green.


Gentle Readers is published on Mondays and Thursdays, and I want you to share it. The archives are at http://thomasthurman.org/gentle/ , and so is a form to get on the mailing list. If you have anything to say or reply, or you want to be added or removed from the mailing list, I’m at thomas@thurman.org.uk and I’d love to hear from you. The newsletter is reader-supported; please pledge something if you can afford to, and please don't if you can't. Love and peace to you all.

This entry was originally posted at http://marnanel.dreamwidth.org/307056.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
edmcbride July 24 2014, 13:02

Fun fact: it takes me longer to find a gif...

Fun fact: it takes me longer to find a gif than it does for me to write out a post. I try and find one that pretty much goes with the post. Sometimes, they are unrelated, but I can't really help that. Sometimes, the gif works well, sometimes I just use one that I like. But there is definitely more thought put into the gif than the actual post. 

And today, I've deleted like 7 gifs. I ain't got shit today.

Back to work, and back to house hunting.?

squirmelia July 24 2014, 06:48


I decided to become a member of the London Hackspace so I could help fund the hire of a bouncy castle for EMFCamp.

I've been on the mailing list for more than 5 years, so perhaps it was about time to actually become a member. I'm hoping it will be useful during NaArMaMo.
hopefoot July 24 2014, 03:37

The definition of marriage

Someone asked me when the definition of marriage changed. And this is a person that reads history.

I liked my answer. That happens sometimes.

Don't know the history of the definition of marriage but I know it's changed quite a bit over time. Like now you're limited to only one wife. At a time. Unless you're a Mormon. And it has nothing to do with land. Or cattle. Or family allegiances. Anymore. And there's that pesky age requirement in this country that wasn't there before. And a wife isn't considered property nor can she be stoned. Legally at least. In this country. And divorce doesn't carry quite the same stigma that it once did. Marriage gets redefined according to the culture and the times. It's whatever the majority agrees it is and it's pretty apparent what the new definition is.

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