January 2002 Entries
Normally when I take the London Underground, I stand - unless of course its a long journey. I didn't really ever have much of a reason, I just figured I'd be more likely to avoid contact with other human beings that way. However, this little piece of (possibly spam?) mail seems to imply my subconcious is telling me these things for a reason:
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During Autumn of 2000, a team of scientists at the Department of Forensicsat University College London removed a row of passenger seats from a Central Line tube carriage for analysis into cleanliness. Despite London Underground's...
A few pictures from another weekend down at Bowles Rocks, taken over the Jubilee Weekend.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more exist.
A file that big?
It might be very useful.
But now it is gone.
The Web site you seek
Can not be located but
Countless more exist.
Chaos reigns within.
Reflect, repent, and reboot.
Order shall return.
Aborted effort:
Close all that you have worked on.
You ask far too much.
Windows NT crashed.
I am the Blue Screen of Death.
No one hears your screams.
Yesterday it worked.
Today it is not working.
Windows is like that.
First snow, then silence.
This thousand dollar screen dies
So beautifully.
With searching comes loss
And the presence of absence:
My Novel? not found.
The Tao that is seen
Is not the true Tao until
You bring fresh toner.
Stay the patient course.
Of little worth is your ire.
The network...