Today, I learnt that the moon is called Cynthia.

The rest of this post makes so little sense out of context that only people who read the Live Journal version of this blog will understand it. So I’ll leave you with this:

The poster ads in the gents’ loos in gay bars are more amusing than those in straight bars. Though maybe only because one of the men in the “feeling ready to move on to a relationship?” poster looked like Apothis Baal from Stargate SG1.

[Update 21 July 2005 08:12 am] Whoops wrong Goa’uld.

James Doohan has died.

Scotty always seemed like the “nicest” character from the original crew and James Doohan seemed like one of the nicest actors, seemingly without the ego that some of his co-stars possessed.

Anyway, this puts myself and gleet on three deaths apiece in the Deadpool.

Quick update on some previously mentioned dino-mini-goodness items:

Jeff Valent Studios have a cool pic of a painted version of their T-Rex.

Dragonblood Miniatures now have The Hunter on pre-sale. (I’m hoping the promised riderless version materialises.)

Boring Ted Heath anecdote - once upon a time I was having lunch with my family in The Three Lions and we were the only diners there until I looked up and saw a small party approaching across the car park, I commented that the elderly gentleman looked like Ted Heath. It was Ted Heath. Oh how we laughed.

Anyway, he’s dead now.

Which puts Andy into a rather commanding lead in the Deadpool game and brings Bethan up into joint second place.

I’m going through some old floppy discs and seeing what’s on them, archiving what’s worth keeping and then binning the discs. (In ten years time I’ll be repeating the process with CD-ROMs.)

Found a lot of naff clip art, a pub quiz I wrote, some pieces of fiction, posters I designed in support of a JCR rent strike, and … a whole bunch of e-mails from 1994-7.

There are e-mails there from some of the brilliant and lovely people who I knew back then but with whom I’ve subsequently lost touch. But when I look at the ones I wrote… oh boy. Did I really write those? What sort of person was I back then? Not so brilliant and lovely it would seem. Do I keep the e-mail as a reminder of what a horribly self centred and angsty student I was? Or do I put that all behind me and forget about it?

[Update] Hmm, I guess that the fact that I wrote the above means that I’m not totally over being self-centred and angsty.

BBC headline: Clinton wades into GTA sex storm.

Now, before you clicked the link, which Clinton did you have in mind? Probably the one normally associated with “sex storms”…

Meanwhile…

I was aiming for Pirate but I’m…

…a Ninja

You scored 8 Honor, 6 Justice, 5 Adventure, and 4 Individuality!

You are a soldier of the night. You rely on no more than your cunning and your repuation to strike fear in the hearts of lord and peasant alike. You’ve a sense of honor, but one that comes from within, not imposed from outside.

Black clothes and shuriken for you. You’re gonna do just fine.

My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender:

	You scored higher than 55% on Ninjinuity
	You scored higher than 75% on Knightlyness
	You scored higher than 18% on Cowboiosity
	You scored higher than 32% on Piratical Bent

Link: The Cowboy-Ninja-Pirate-Knight Test written by fluffy71 on OkCupid Free Online Dating

Bono really should check his quotations. Churchill explicitly said that it was not the “beginning of the end”, but that it was the “end of the beginning”.

I’m okay, and as far as I know all family, friends and colleagues are okay. One friend was on a tube minutes ahead of one of those bombed, in his words - “Bit close for comfort”.

I work for Visit London (which is effectively the London Tourist Board after a rebranding) and the past two days have been one bastard of rollercoaster. Yesterday was the best thing that could happen to London, today was the worst. But London, like New York and Madrid, will survive this.

Nothing much else to say, too numb. Except that whatever you may think of Ken Livingstone as a politician, his statement is a wonderful summation of why London will survive and why terrorism should fail, must fail, will fail. The last few paragraphs in particular:

Finally, I wish to speak directly to those who came to London today to take life.

I know that you personally do not fear giving up your own life in order to take others - that is why you are so dangerous. But I know you fear that you may fail in your long-term objective to destroy our free society and I can show you why you will fail.

In the days that follow look at our airports, look at our sea ports and look at our railway stations and, even after your cowardly attack, you will see that people from the rest of Britain, people from around the world will arrive in London to become Londoners and to fulfil their dreams and achieve their potential.

They choose to come to London, as so many have come before because they come to be free, they come to live the life they choose, they come to be able to be themselves. They flee you because you tell them how they should live. They don’t want that and nothing you do, however many of us you kill, will stop that flight to our city where freedom is strong and where people can live in harmony with one another. Whatever you do, however many you kill, you will fail.

pink_weasel has just phoned me after a guided walk of the arty side of Bermondsey with Zandra Rhodes (organised courtesy of work). The reaction is best described as “Squeeeeee!”