Nothing puts hair on your chest faster than a trip through hell dahling. You ladies remember that for future reference. Luckily I was partially backed up. Even still, I lost 15 entries and all accompanying comments. I was able to piece together and rewrite all 15 entries, from memory of course [ed.—They are slightly reworded; we’re not perfect you know.], and I managed to reinstate the comments with the help of my email archives. All things are as they were before. All things here that is. Do I still want to beat mediatemple about the head with a bat that’s got railroad spikes embedded in it? You bet I do, but it wouldn’t solve much. It would just relieve a little tension.

Remember to back up dahlings, and back up often. You never know when your next stop might be…

The Twilight Zone.

Carey tells me I need to embrace my shredding soul, and hearken back to the days of whammy bars and spandex. Well OK, maybe not the spandex, but otherwise I’m inclined to agree with him. And with the reclamation of my soul at stake, I feel I have to do something. So just for laughs, I’ve pulled a couple of old tunes out of the closet, dusted them off, and breathed a little digital life into them. Enjoy.

• no sorbic acid
• sonic disinfection

Prior to my posting them they had no names. I just christened them now. I went for sort of an 80s kinda ambiguous thing. I think it worked. The names are perfect. Just remember, if you listen to these, don’t come crying to me when your neck aches from headbanging. I only do this in the interest of rekindling that electric vibe of old.

Embrace the shred. Love the shred. Be the shred.

Sounds like Caddyshack now doesn’t it?

There was no applause to mark your passion and commitment. No news flash announcing the show was closing. No Federal Marshall serving you an eviction notice. One day you just found yourself standing on the front lawn, surrounded by the collected trinkets and furnishings of a house you no longer live in. You question whether or not it ever was your home. Memories of the time spent within its walls fade into unconsciousness, and all attempts at preserving them are wasted. They simply evaporate like the morning dew in the heat of the day.

The dream is over, and somehow that fact managed to slip under your radar.

This is the moment when you feel that your internal compass, that distant bright star you use as a guide, has lead you in every direction but the one you intended.

I was surfing through the Greymatter sitelist tonight and I noticed that at least half of the sites listed there are now using MovableType. I was amazed. It’s really spread through the blogging community like a brushfire hasn’t it?

Would somebody please tell me WTF is going on lately? Is the community simply imploding on itself? It’s such a shame to see good sites like this closing down. Damn!

What weighs 6 ounces, sits in a tree, and is very dangerous?

What has yellow skin and writes?

If you’ve ever seen the original Batman movie, you’d know the answers.

My favourite quote is, “Some days you just can’t get rid of a bomb.”

I’m surprised I haven’t seen more talk about the 800*600 design annual. Did I miss the early scuttlebutt on this or something? The list of contributing designers is amazing. I’d love to get a copy of it.

Mental note. Must discuss my pigeon theory.

Under the heading of “Seperated at Birth”, I give you…

It’s bloody uncanny!

Is there anyone else besides me who feels the void where k10k used to be? Gone these past 8 or 9 months, I get the feeling mschmidt and token are never going to get it together and bring it back.