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| Saturday |
the Twentieth of December, 2003 |
I thought it had been destroyed by summoned lawyers years ago, but
the elegantly lo-fi, point-to-point Magic-playing
Apprentice software is still around, with fully
up-to-date card archives. Time, I fear, to rebuild all my terrible old single-gimmick
decks, and stare at all the expansions I've ignored. Seek my rare ICQ appearances
if you're up for a game.
[via Grimace]
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| Friday |
the Nineteenth |
The West Pier is due to receive a £44m refurbishment,
if the Heritage Lottery Fund approve it in January. But that's no fun. Brighton
should abandon their bizarre winter Burning
of the Clocks festival and have a folk-memory Burning of the Pier
instead. What could be better than a massive offshore bonfire every year?
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"Monopoly on a certain area is highly sought after, since
it allows the owners to renovate the properties extensively while adding
even more complex mind control devices and attracting a richer (and more
powerful) class of slave."
Illuminopoly - an inspired meshing of Monopoly and
Illuminati,
with an excellent income tax joke.
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| Thursday |
the Eighteenth |
Mobile phones are also ideal for telepathic
contact with aliens, if you're psychotic. (Or contact with psychotics, if you are a telepathic alien.)
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Mobile phones
"are the new fingerprints" - the mast near Soham that logged Jessica
Chapman's phone being turned off was just within range of Huntley's
house, apparently. And last week, someone who'd accidentally left their phone
recording an audio Livejournal entry was mugged and had the
entire incident recorded. How long before mobile phones are commonly used
for personal security; a panic button sending photos, recordings and mast
coordinates to local police? (Or become tiny, always-on, earn-free-credit CCTV/GPS cameras for
the dystopian government of your choice, etc.) [via Haddock]
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| Wednesday |
the Seventeenth |
Inspired by some medicinal spam that was breaking up an epic
list of drug names with anti-Bayesian punctuation, this morning,
and written in 1977 by someone else
to save me the bother; The Formulary Song.
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| Monday |
the Fifteenth |
Caddis fly jewelry -
depriving larvae of their usual bits of twig and gravel, and instead
forcing them to build protective shells out of gold and precious stones.
Beautiful work. Forget your nanotechnology; just dump ants and spiders
and paper-chewing wasps into fresh media, and keep killing the ones that
make the worst running shoes.
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