Hugs are all around...

Avec Nick.

Mullet Empathy.

This is for Jen.

Mullet love. Mr Dick Small, back by popular demand.

Searching for the Cool...

In the interest of finding a really good mullet for Jen, I have re-styled.

I now have the electric cool I have longed for. I expect the 42 Chicken Paris clones to come flocking. I might even go shopping to Wal*Mart, and parade up and down, clucking.

Tears of a Clown.

Please welcome a Guest Post from my friend Borat Sagdiyev, who is currently touring the USA to promote his new Movie.

I do gest postal for Sans partenloony, he ask. I toor your great Americas nation YAS!, to receive cultural learnings for make benefit glorious nation of Kazakhstan.

In case you do not gess, I are foreign.

It was very excit to meet all the peoples at party of Brazil Zed, She is very clean.I read some of peoples on pantys blog sandwich such as anne big cans. She is not clean. she have bugs. I LIKE! YAS!, she can come Kazakhstan anytime. We have bugs too! At party, I meet many girls on beach who go with me to edge of forest for goose liver to make sexy-time!

I arrive with son Bilak who is eleven years old and his wife & baby doter. We bring baby to sell to jolly laura croft for american dollar. we try to sell to singing transvestive madonna but my producer Asimat Bagatov refused entry to england for sex cryme.

Jolly Laura! She is a nice!, how much is she? I have dollars!
Wa Wa Wee WA!
I am very famous in my country of Kazakhstan. I am fourth most famous person. My sister, Natalia, is #4 prostitute in Kazakhstan. This make me very proud. This year she receive award from chamber of commerce for best sex in mouth. I LIKE! YAS!

I have three sons, Bilak, Biram and Huey Lewis. My wife is Roxanna, she is NICE! YAS! I have picture below.

She is dead now. At night I have better one! YAS!
I love your US end A. you so civilized. you have very clean crack hours and I buy slaves cheap.
I have movie too Cum see my movei.I love you all US end A.!

Desire.

This is for Dick.













Obviously I don't have sufficient funds to honor this check.
But, anything to make Dick & Nick happy.

Club of the Pathetics.

For all fellow Club members.


We are all bonded by tears. Hugs for all.

In Honor of Laurianne.

Unofficial Eat Chocolate Cake Without Guilt Day.
This is for Lynda.

I didn't have any Motherlode Cake or Lava Cake, but I do have Jaffa Cakes. So in honor of Lynda's sister Laurianne I had two.

Evidence...

This is for Dick.
I found this while searching images on the web.

It must be evidence of something. Can Mr. Dick Small shed any light on it?

Support your Local Mom.

This is for Mel.


Sorry if this offends Mel. I didn't have your email, so I have cropped the original a little. If you wish it taken down, please let me know. If you wish the full graphic posted, again let me know.

Heroes are made of this.

This is for Jen.

I know who's Boss.

Zedstock.

Hey Man, were you at Zedstock?

This is Zedstock from Space. NY, NY is at the bottom, and as you can see Zedstock is MEGA. The red lines are apparently the power grid overheating...way to go Zed!!

This Gal knows how to throw a Par-tay!

More Kilts.

Kilt fun for all.

Clicking on the images above will enable the catalog of that particular year.

Alert.

All forms of TV as we know it are doomed. Finished.
It is a passive legacy entertainment medium and simply cannot compete with an interactive fun fest of 'blogging'.

I use 'blogging' emphasised because I do not believe this will be the final name. Someone will think of something better, more elegant. That is the way with bloggers; they are elegant societies, full of wit, fun, intellect, social & moral comment and charm. They are not divided by reality markers such as color, religion, ethnicity, class or wealth, but by something more real, much deeper; closer to the tribal roots of the human condition, something I do not know the name for, but we all recognise it immediately.

I'd like to call it 'Home'.

Free Ice Cream!

This is for EVERYBODY.
No animals were harmed in the manufacture of this graphic. Enjoy!

Dinner Date...

This is for Teri and Jen.


Bugs says: Eat More Vegetarian Duck!

Captain Jack.

This is for Doctor Mom.
Maybe treasure will be found?

Falling Off...

Doctor Mom wanted to know if it hurt falling off the graph. After all the preparation I made moving Zed's pool to ensure an injury free fall, I did manage to slip on the Listerine covered side and sustained the injuries shown below.

It seems the Medical Staff have found what's been causing all my suspect behaviour these past forty odd years. I always knew I was special...

The Fours Meme.

I've been tagged by Teri and Zed. Here goes:

FOUR JOBS YOU'VE HAD IN YOUR LIFE
1. Apprentice.
2. Maintenance Engineer.
3. Equipment Engineer.
4. Test Engineer.
FOUR FICTIONAL JOBS YOU WISH YOU HAD
1. Retiree in training.
2. Dalek Engineer.
3. Sinecure Engineer.
4. TimeLord.
FOUR MOVIES YOU COULD WATCH OVER AND OVER AGAIN
1. That Sinking Feeling.
2. Local Hero.
3. Millennium Man.
4. I Robot.
FOUR CITIES YOU'VE LIVED IN
1. I have never lived in a city.
2.
3.
4.
FOUR TV SHOWS YOU LOVE TO WATCH
1. BBC version The Office.
2. The Simpsons.
3. Doctor Who.
4. Star Trek original series.
FOUR PLACES YOU'VE BEEN ON VACATION/TRAVELED TO
1. Brindisi, Italy.
2. Barbados.
3. Cozumel, Mexico.
4. Corfu, Greece.
FOUR WEBSITES YOU VISIT DAILY
1. TheInquirer.net
2. Casual Slack
3. Ladyada.net
4. Two Can Anne - amongst others...
FOUR OF YOUR FAVORITE FOODS
1. Chocolate.
2. Piece & Jam.
3. Special Buryani & Peshwari Nan bread.
4. Another piece & jam...
FOUR THINGS YOU WON'T EAT
1. Celery.
2. Celery with snails.
3. Celery with slugs.
4. Celery with bird droppings.
FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU COULD EAT OR DRINK RIGHT NOW
1. American Cream Soda.
2. Kippers.
3. Cremola Foam.
4. Bar None Bar.
FOUR THINGS IN YOUR BEDROOM
1. 50" Plasma TV.
2. Bags of Money.
3. Two Teleportation Pods.
4. A Fireplace.
FOUR THINGS YOU WISH YOU HAD IN YOUR BEDROOM
1. 80" LASER TV.
2. Framed Pic of the Saco River in New Hampshire.
3. Mission style furniture.
4. Walk in closet.
FOUR THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. Black Cotton Trousers.
2. One grey sock.
3. One brown sock.
4. Rugby shirt.
FOUR PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1. On holiday.
2. Barbados.
3. Asleep.
4. Florida.
FOUR FICTIONAL PLACES I'D RATHER BE RIGHT NOW
1. In a rhubarb tree.
2. The Restuarant at the End of the Universe.
3. Valhalla.
4. Outside the asylum.
FOUR PEOPLE YOU'D REALLY LOVE TO HAVE DINNER WITH
1. Steve Martin.
2. Douglas Adams. (sorely missed.)
3. Steve Wozniak.
4. Tommy Flowers.
FOUR FICTIONAL PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO HAVE DINNER WITH
1. Dirk Gently.
2. Arthur Dent.
3. Ford Prefect.
4. The Doctor.
FOUR MORE PEOPLE YOU'D LIKE TO HAVE DINNER WITH
1. Eva Cassidy. (sorely missed.)
2. Rutger Hauer
3. Bunnie Huang.
4. Elkie Brooks.

Falling Down...

I fell off the graph over at Doctor Mom's. It's OK. I have eliminated all risk of a hard landing by moving Zed's pool to below the graph... Aren't I clever!


I'm not too sure why the water is that color though? I hope I don't swallow any...

Penalty.

Here is one penalty paid for Blogging. My PVR ran out of disk space days ago. My faithful Electric Monk has recorded all my programmed choices only to be rewarded by my desertion.

It's a good job I am anerd otherwsie I might not have noticed this.

Hey Man!

For Dick.

I thought I might attempt something for Mr. Dick Small to remind him of the past.








We all have a past. It's the future we must look forward to.

Pointless Shootings...

For Fab.













Fun, Fun, Fun...

Afraid of Commitment?

ChickenParis and I are thinking of getting married. Do you think this is a good idea? There is a lot of prejudice in this sorry world and marrying a cloned, corrupted DNA, female headed chicken might make a lot of people very unhappy.

I seek your blessing or otherwise. ChickenParis wants the ceremony in the Little White Wedding Chapel. I need your ideas on how to smuggle her into the cabin with me when we fly to LA.

Recombinant DNA

I have been trying to fix the small problem of Blue Beaks head, or the Chicken lack thereof. On consultation of my dual-core ZX81 ITGR control computer, the answer seems to be to introduce negative fly DNA into the mix thus cancelling out the positive fly DNA and hopefully be left with Chicken a la Blue Beak!

Not that easy. Where does an amateur scientist such as myself obtain negative fly DNA?

Then I remembered Two Can Anne had a horsetail butt plug for sale on eBay. She says it's new, but what do you think? Surely I could get plenty of reverse DNA from that?

Well, the samples amplified OK, and when fed into the ITGR pod with ChickenFly, produced the results as shown below.

I shall not give up! No matter how tired I am, no matter how long it takes I shall get his Chicken Head back.

Meanwhile, ChickenParis and I are stepping out tonight... Well can you blame me...?

Cavorting...

This is for Mel.

Little chance of globall warming in a kilt!

Unless you know otherwise...

Stepping out...

Mr. Dick Small and I are ready to par-tay!

Dick looks really good in a kilt. Yes Sir.

Confession...

I have a gulity secret. Something that is horrible. Terrible. Awful.

Blue Beak had just come back from his screen test, he was happy and upbeat, having had a really sucessful day. He had agreed his contract, and was ready to sign.

I had just finished the code for the ITGR and was about to run a test. I needed a live subject.

Yes, he 'volunteered' . He complained bitterly as I thrust him into the test pod. "I don't trust you" he said.

How right he was. In my enthusiastic rush, I had neglected to check for Brundelfly. It was hiding under his feathers. I have seen those films many times; I've even had lunch with Jeff Goldblum.

I still screwed up. Go figure.

Ladies & Gentlemen, I give you Chickenfly.

I am working feverishly to correct this small error.

Some guys in kilts...

These are for Teri.

They are really Scotland's Tenor Group Caledon. Available for hire.

Phenomenon.

I'm not sure what is happening. Over the past few weeks many stories I have read in my daily newspaper have been familiar, that because I had already read them on a blog days previously.
It occurred to me that a newspaper is really a blog. An old technology blog, a legacy blog where one to many communication takes place with limited feedback.
This has also happened to me with the television news.

I know that we are in the midst of a revolution.

I never intended to be a blogger. It has been only five weeks since my first real post, and it has been a learning experience and great fun. My perception of blogs previously was that of an online diary, dutifully kept by someone wanting to share their thoughts with the world.
This could not be farther from the truth, albeit that some people do work this way.

I have not watched much TV over the past five weeks, nor have I slept as much as I need.

What I see are online communities, many many virtual communities, like small towns, fuelled by the rise in broadband, these online towns structure themselves by like interests and by the ultimate communication tool, human intellect.
Obviously real human interaction plays a part where people who physically know each other communicate, but their online communication also serves as a value indicator of the existing residents to other potential residents of the online community, drawing those attracted to that online community.

This view has actually spilled over into reality in my friend Doctor Mom's blog entitled 'You've got 2 B Kidding' where she is cleverly using online contests to attract visitors with the reward of virtual occupancy.

I have lived through many communication fads. I have experience of bulletin boards and citizen's band radio, and I see many elements of those incorporated into what is happening, although this is much more revolutionary. Bulletin boards did allow many people to exchange messages, but never all members in real time. And they were slow, painfully slow. CB radio did allow all members to listen and contribute, but only locally and in real time.

This, whatever its final name will be, allows Global participation in what is essentially real time, and also allows storage so that anyone can leave a message when others are elsewhere.
This is new; this has never been possible before with a mass communication tool. TV & Radio are usually one to masses tools, telephony is usually one to one, newspapers are one to masses, with feedback on a views page, but usually the next edition or next day.
Email can be one to many or many to one, but only if you know the address.

Blogging allows masses to masses communication, with everyone both receiving and contributing material in an endless exponential positive feedback loop.
With blogs you can skip through from blog to blog, like the pages of a catalogue, reading & commenting on those that take your interest. And thus virtual communities build up. We now have blogs emulating tribal existence and doing virtual battle with each other, determined by the number of visitors.

We also have the rise of the new online celebrities, whose talent is clear in their blogs, and as such draw huge numbers of visitors who like what they read and will become repeat visitors.
This can be worrying as the normal funding route for consumerism, namely advertising is losing readers from TV and Radio, and is turning to these online communities to increase their exposure. This shift from normal advertising routes can allow people to make a living from their blogs, but this in my view, can create a perverse incentive to attract visitors solely to increase advertising revenue.

Yet, it has been only five weeks since my entry into this existence. There is much I do not know, and many other things may be clear to others who include me in their online world.
As such, I invite you all to comment, giving your views and whether you think any or all of this post is ill informed or true.

We are in the midst of an evolution. It will evolve and adapt as people and technology always do. I don't know which way it will go, whether it will get better or worse.

But this I know, I like it. It is addictive; in fact it can become the main drive in your life, to the exclusion of all else, including eating and sleeping.
Trying to keep a real perspective is difficult. What happens when your virtual life becomes better than your real life......what?