A Plea To The Audience

Okay, so there’s a few of you out there. Can you help? I’m looking for someone who has a copy of “The Disparate Cogscienti”, an LP released by the record label Cog Sinister in 1988 (catalogue number COG2, if that helps). If anybody reading this has such a thing, and would be willing to make an MP3 copy of the Beatrice track “A Girl Like Me”, I’d be very grateful indeed.

(I know that there's a copy floating around in the vaults of WXYC, but I doubt that they're willing to send MP3s to any listener that emails them with "ooh, that sounded good")

currently playing: United State of Electronica — Takin’ It All The Way

Brief Music Friday

The TindersticksCan We Start Again?

currently playing: Broken Social Scene - Guilty Cubicles

Um, hello…

I’ve been checking my logs for the past month, and it seems that I’m getting 3,000 hits from around 300 different addresses each week. So, er, hi! Thanks for stopping by…

currently playing: Sugababes — Overload

Behind The Curtain

This is almost a week old, but it’s good to remind yourself of the spectre of Government Past:

We not only have an epidemic of obesity ... we have a huge problem of Aids and the Government's attitude is to do everything it can to promote buggery. Maybe those two are somewhat intimately connected.

When Boris Johnson, of all people, is the voice of sanity in a conversation, you know things have gone horribly wrong somewhere…

currently playing: Sly and The Family Stone — Family Affair

Mr Blue Sky

Look! It doesn’t always rain here! Sometimes it’s quite nice, in fact…

Switch Off The Internet

Because it can’t get any better than HAMLET! THE TEXT ADVENTURE!

currently playing: Tindersticks — Can We Start Again?


The Strategic Air Command (SAC) in Omaha quietly decided to set the “locks” to all zeros in order to circumvent this safeguard. During the early to mid-1970s, during my stint as a Minuteman launch officer, they still had not been changed. Our launch checklist in fact instructed us, the firing crew, to double-check the locking panel in our underground launch bunker to ensure that no digits other than zero had been inadvertently dialled into the panel. SAC remained far less concerned about unauthorized launches than about the potential of these safeguards to interfere with the implementation of wartime launch orders. And so the “secret unlock code” during the height of the nuclear crises of the Cold War remained constant at 0000000.

Well, I certainly feel safer. It reminds me a little of the probably apocryphal story that, during the Nixon administration, the SAC had a standing order to ignore any requests to launch missiles if they came from The Oval Office after 6:30pm, as Nixon liked to get drunk and plunge us all into ash.

Sleep tight.

currently playing: Looper — Up A Tree Again

The Long Suffering Dog

You don’t want to know all the really mean things I’ve done to this dog. It looks at me funny, I swear.

The One Where It Ends…

Rachel: Hey Chandler. Monica just broke my seashell lamp.

Chandler: Neat. I'm gonna die alone.

Rachel: Ok, you win.

Monica: Chandler, you're not gonna die alone.

Chandler: Janice was my safety net, ok? And now I have to get a snake.

Phoebe: Uh huh. Why is that?

Chandler: If I'm gonna be an old, lonely man, I'm gonna need a thing, you know, a hook, like that guy on the subway who eats his own face. So I figure I'll be Crazy Man with a Snake, y’know. Crazy Snake Man. And I'll get more snakes, call them my babies, kids will walk past my place, they will run. "Run away from Crazy Snake Man," they'll shout!

currently playing: Sorry About Dresden — It’s Morning Again In America

White Links And Shooting Stars

Another angry Gore speech. Fun quote: “How dare they drag the good name of the United States of America through the mud of Saddam Hussein’s torture prison.”

"After tea?"

Bitmap fonts!

iTunes Europe next month?

Can you countersign a UK passport? (Section 10)

A map of Springfield. Hurrah for people with a little too much time on their hands!

currently playing: Mercury Rev — Goddess On A Hiway