According to the BBC the films of Philip Pullman's Dark Materials books will be stripped of all reference to God. If you haven't read the books then I'm not going to say anything other than go read them. If you have read the books you'll realise how stupid that is. I have no particularly clever comment to say on this, but I feel I should register my protest with it to the world in general.
I wrote earlier about how at some point I really needed to explain to the world what was wrong with the way record stores ordered their cds. I've thought about this, and realised the only reason I want the ordering system changed is because I'm lazy and want to not have to move between three different genre racks to not find the CD I want (The Get Up Kids? Emo section, which was in the rack by Punk/Pop/New Wave until everyone got sick of their non-stop whining. If you really want them they're in a box out back crying like little wusses because nobody loves them). It'd be easier for me if every single CD was put into one big alphabetically organised display, but that might annoy the person who likes to spend time hunting down the latest 'ParaOeuns of Odin' release (Viking Metal section, which is three sections over from the Hip-Hop/Jazz cross over section). I'd also like it if someone could put all the fiction books in alphabetical order by author in the library. Am I the only one who finds it annoying to have to go between fantasy, adventure, sci-fi and then back to fantasy again to find the book I want? (and if the same librarians could also put up a big sign saying 'Hey Moron! The books are categorised under last name. I repeat LAST NAME!' that'd be great). Given time and effort I might be able to work out a system that combined the best elements of everything but as no-one's listening who'll be able to implement this system it seems like a lot of wasted effort and for someone who's lazy and has already spent the best part of ten minutes writing this I may as well not bother. Though I know come Saturday when I go record shopping I'll be annoyed when I can't find any Wilco (Americana lo-fi section, which can be found by tapping three times on the Billy-Joe poster, closing your eyes and then putting your hand through the divide between Acid House and Baroque).
There's a typical independent music store in Ipswich, it's grubby, is run by three guys who see it less as a job and more as place they can hang out and get paid for doing it and it has an anally precise and slightly perverse organisational system for the CDs (Pavement? That'll be under 'American 90's indie-rock' which can be found underneath the Death and Thrash (but not Speed) Metal rack in a box marked 'Yahtzee!' (At some point I need to tell the world how shops should organize there CDs, but that's for another time and place)). So its a wonderful place to buy music especially when you find the entire At The Drive-In catalogue for £8.99 each.
So in the five minutes between taking In/Casino/Out by aforesaid band to the counter and being actually served by one of the staff I get the opportunity to over hear this conversation:
Staff Guy Yeah, apparently he mentioned that he buys his CD's from here in some teeny mag
Friend Guy Damn, that must be good for business.
Staff Guy *snorts* Nah, just get a bunch of kids pointing at the shop now and again. Sometimes the come in, stand around for a bit, and then leave.
Friend Guy Still, that's not so bad I suppose
Staff Guy What's worse is the letters though
Friend Guy The letters?
Staff Guy Yeah every week we get two or three letters saying stuff like 'if you could please pass on my details to him next time he comes in then I'd be eternally grateful, I know we're supposed to be together. Tell Charlie I still love him even though he caused Busted to split!' They're all crazy.
The sad thing is I'm actually going to go in there more knowing that there is the off chance I might run into him.
If you've been hanging around here a while you might remember the days that iamsparticus.com (or .co.uk as it then was) had a guestbook. This guestbook was the source of endless fun, mostly because my old school didn't ever block my website and people doing computing never seemed to actually do anything in computing other than browse the internet.
The other day, I found the much corrupted old database for the guestbook and in a fit of activity coded some php to make it readlable. I few hours of fiddling and it's ready to be put up online.
If you didn't go to school with me, or write anything in the guestbook you may think 'why should I care?'. I'd answer that by saying 'Don't!', but if you do have a spare few minutes and want to be vaguely amused, here are the best bits.
I apologise for the large size of the file (300 odd kb's) but what can you do?
I'm absent minded, so I apologise cousin Matthew for forgetting your 18th. HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Now please get your website working before you use up all your teenage angst. As an upstanding Christian, you won't be able to regret all the getting drunk and having sex, and not being able to regret something about your 18th year alive is a serious social error. Therefore, BLOG EVERYTHING. Later, when you're famous you'll regret it every bit as much as the celebrities whose ex-girfriends are selling the sun the stories about the time in sixth form when they got caught drinking white lighting under the bridge by the police and were so scared they wet themselves. So that's my advice; document those last heady days of angst while you can.
I was listening to Capstone last night, and I was thinking, you know, not all Christian Worship bands are that bad really. No really.
And while I was thinking this I thought "I should write about that on my website". And then I thought, that's not much of an update. So then I thought "I know I'll add something to it, I'll add my favourite quote ever to the entry, the one I've been meaning to crowbar into an entry some how for ages though I've never got around to it".
Around the time of the 2001 eclipse Radio 1 were interviewing people off the street and asking if they knew the risks of looking into the sun without wearing safety goggles. One guy said "yeah, but it's not that bad really is it? I mean I often look at the sun, just to, you know, make sure it's still there". IF THAT'S NOT FUNNY I DON'T KNOW WHAT IS.
On a related note, if the sun did instantly disappear then the second we saw it disappear the earth would fly off on a tangent to it's orbit of the sun. This is because gravity travels at the same speed as the speed of light (sort of). I feel it should be a matter of priority to invest in a system that lets us know when the sun is going to disappear, that way we all know when it's really really important not to look up.
Completely-rewritten, back-from-the-grave, all-singing-all-dancing, poll vote script! You know how this works and even if you don't you can probably figure it out.
Any bugs, drop them in the comments.
It's not much but it makes me happy. Today just keeps on getting better! Mondays should always be this fun!
Well after my last post failed to set alight the world of trackback spam fighting I decided to go back to something I've a much better tradition of succeeding in, namely adding speech bubbles to photographs. Ladies and Gentlemen...

Finally, in an exciting photo trilogy, here is a picture of a scribble a drew the other day while explaining something to someone. If you can guess what it is I'll cut it out, stick a stamp on it and post it to you!

Here's a clue, I was explaining it to a young person, and I don't have to do any sex ed. lessons as part of my job.
Ages ago I mentioned about trackback spam and now it seems to have surfaced. The good news is that trackbacks are easier to kill than regular comment spam. You see, all real trackbacks have to come from a real website. You can fake a trackback, but then it won't come from the same place as the url's involved (or it'd be real one). It'll either come from a non-existant website or it'll come from an unrelated one, ones just picked to serve as dummies.
Hold that thought, as you consider this. All urls and html should be stripped out of a trackback pings excerpt by default. As far as I'm aware most blog software does this automatically or can be made to do it automatically. The only url (which is the whole point of the excercise, getting your url on their site) the spammer then has left to use is the one in the url part of the trackback spec.
Bring that thought back to the first thought. If you compared the ip the trackback was coming from with the ip of the url given in the trackback ping and they don't match you've got spam*! If they do match then it's very unlikely to be spam, as that'd mean the spammers are running trackback pingers off the spammer's spam site's websites which is very unlikely.
I can see no problems with this, however someone else probably can, so feel free to correct me.
As everyone who reads this regularly knows, I'm down with the cool music. My rock sensibilites are untouchable and I have the records to prove it. You dear reader however, almost certainly have rubbish taste in music. You'd be embarrassed about some of the records you owned if you only knew how awful they were. I know some of you have albums that would instantly destroy all your credibilty if people knew about them. The problem is though how do you know which ones are great and which ones aren't, after all you have no taste so how can you choose?
Don't worry though, because I'm such a nice guy and willing to share my good taste with you here is a bit of advice; get rid of that Dumdums album you own. It's most definately not on the list of rock-tastic bands and it's not like you've listened to it in the last three years.
If you're getting rid of it though, you couldn't give it to me? Only I'm interested in it for... uh... research purposes. Yeah. That's the one.
There are a few things that you should remember to do when changing over websites. One of them is remembering that your rank on Google is nothing special and that it's not the end of the world that searching for Mark Walley now returns some guy who started working at some technology company TWO YEARS AGO. Remember, it's not something to be bitter about, it doesn't really matter.
The other thing is remembering to change the default ftp account of your ftp program so that when you login to delete all the files from your old web server you don't delete all the files from your new one.
.com! .com! .com! Today's reason for acting like a giggly teenager who's just met one of blazing squad's more obscure members is iamsparticus.co.uk is now a .com! a .com! just feel the way that sounds in your mouth DOT COM!
Unfortunately, and this is the reason I feel like a girl who still has 17 autographs left to get from one band, this means I'm no longer in the right place on google. This saddens me, but then I remember .COM and I'm happy again. So update your bookmarks, site links and address books! Everything's .com! And hey, if enough people start referencing my .com as opposed to my .co.uk I'm sure google will see me as it once did and I'll feel like a girl who's just met one of blazing squad's less obscure members, like... umm... Charlie from Busted!
Sometimes, top fives aren't enough y'know? So I figure I'll try and put down, on paper, what my top twenty−five albums of all time are ever right now. I know the last bit seems to make little sense, but deciding my top twenty−five albums of now will change tomorrow, and deciding my top twenty−five albums of all time is impossible as today's bias creeps in. So these are the top twenty−five albums ever as seen by me.
I'm wrong aren't I? So tell me so.
I think it's fair to say that tonight was not as nearly as bad as it should have been. By all rights it should have been an awful let down, but instead it was really rather fun. I won't go into details because you dear reader are probably very tired, or hungover, and you definately can't give a stuff. However, I do have to give big up shout outs (nuff respect inna area) to Mrs. Pixxe (that'll be his Mum, not his Wife) for giving lifts home. I know that I, Seb and Cafferine are all very grateful.
And now, bed.
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