As Above
Brain children. Those that overlap the Internet.
Dvorak
The improvised card game.
Blog Twinning Project
Democratic blog-pairing.
TV Misguidance
Reconstituted TV listings.
Other Listings Magazine
With hilarious consequences.
The Surrealist Link
You are the spikiest moth.
Back on the Orion Express
Interactive fiction.
Generic Nomic Data Tracker
It's a Nomic thing.
Two-Word Guestbook
Sign it.
Online cliques. Trespassers may be welcome.
Upsideclone
Stem-cell fiction.
Hate the Stupid
Because we do.
Mornington Crescent
In outer space.
In the bookpile. About to read, or currently reading, or meaning to take back to the library.
Stovold's Mornington Crescent Almanac 2002
Various
Sore Sites
Will Self
Feeding Frenzy
Will Self
These Were Your Father's
John Hegley
Incidental music. Ohrwurmen or otherwise.
Standing in your Shadow
Puressence
Other weblogs. The ones I make a point of reading, at least.
About as Funny... AngryBlog The Blast Blue Ruin Crummy Digital Trickery Epiblogue Found Groke Icarus Says Inside Joke Interconnected Life as it Happens LinkMachineGo Orbyn Peace Dividend Qwertyuiop RavenBlog Somnolence Sore Eyes Venusberg The View from Here Wherever You Are

(Updated UK Blogs)

Supporting cast. That have Web pages. In alphabetical order.
Alice Chrissy Dan Dave Dunx Eperdu John Lori Nik Paul Raven Riana Sandy Simes Tracy Tyrethali Yao Zarba
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06.01.02
Good to play some arcade-game sequels that were after my time (and probably outside of my country for good measure) - Rampage: World Tour and Bubble Bobble 2 are both applaudable homages to the originals, expanding the basics with shinier graphics and a plethora of extra stuff, but without losing a shred of the atmosphere. Like nostalgia, only better.
05.01.02
A hackneyed anecdote among astronomy lecturers describes a worried questioner asking: "How long did you say it would be before the sun burnt the earth to a crisp?" On receiving the answer, "Five billion years," the questioner responds with relief: "Thank God for that, I thought you said five million."
An entertainingly rambling article about the future of everything, taking in chronology protection and supercooled water.
31.12.01
The last day of the past. "2000" was printed on too many party hats for it to mean anything, 2001 has always been more of a dramatic science-fiction cliché than a proper year - 2002 will be the real future, whether or not the world changed forever a couple of months ago. Driving along a bypass, electric lights dotting lines around a floodlit Lewes castle, I feel myself as vague figure in the imaginations of the dead, and for the first time I am genuinely, powerfully aware of myself as a person from The Future.

And funny clothes and electronic gewgaws aside, it's all just guilt, a horrible, yawning, apologetic guilt towards everyone whose footprints we're crossing, whose predictions we're stepping through. I feel the slight weight of those reading these words tomorrow or next week or next December, and wonder dimly what we'll have done to the world by then.

And I'm off to drink things. Have a new year, everyone.

24.12.01
A fine Christmas spirit quiz at the Grauniad. I am, as I suspected all along, deeply ambivalent about the whole thing. Some computer-generated jokes have scored passably in the LaughLab thing. I'm not sure how well this bodes for the Christmas cracker joke industry. Or if the Christmas cracker joke industry even exists.
(C) Kevan Davis 2000-2.
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