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I come up to say this with the caveat that it's early, my meds ain't kicked in yet, this is the first time in a while I ain't woke up with a hangover, and I been watching too many mafia movies, so hopefully the way I come across is pre-emptive or don't apply to no one i care about yet.

When shit goes down you get a lot of well-wishers and "anything I can do" type of shit. That's lovely, really. Conveniently non-specific, but sweet nonetheless.

You know what you can do for me? Keep your fucking mouth shut.

I swear, I ain't said nothing about my situation because it ain't really anyone's fucking business. The vital few I have told is borne of trust; I talk to you because I think of you as a friend, I trust you with a part of me. I can't stop you from thinking what you will about me or mine, but do me a solid and keep it to yourself.

If your need for gossip is too strong to allow for this, please let me know in the interem, so I know better than to trust you next time. If by any chance your life is so devoid of worth, your self-esteem so lacking that you'd take one of the most difficult and vulnerable parts of my life to use for your gossip rag, I swear to god...

You want attention that bad? Please let me know, I swear I will give you my FULL attention, personally. Shit I got a head full of irrationality that would love a convenient target.

I got enough on my mind I gotta worry about the fucking peanut gallery. I'd hoped I surrounded myself with better people than that.

My heart is in peices. Show some fucking respect.

So I came to work early so I could catch up on my e-mail and setup my computer. Three hours later, I'm finally setup, except for my mail. My whole profile got trashed and I had to start all over, getting keys and passwords and blah! On top of that some asshole stole my headphones and extension. No music makes for a very very very unhappy chris. I can't do this job listening to all this idiots jabber. Thank god for my iPod, and thank christ I charged it yesterday. Oh yes, and one other thing, I went to the old office Saturday a week ago because my idiot boss told me the filing cabinets weren't going with us, guess what was right in front of my desk when I got here? I'm so glad I lugged all that shit home and then back here.

Upside, I gave the second Uncle Tom I got this week to Frank and now he's telling everyone I have priority for any problems. Sweet. Who knew two dollars could buy so much power. :P

From the people who brought you THINGS OUR FRIENDS HAVE WRITTEN ON THE INTERNET 2008, a new and potentially very important venture: The Newspaper Club.

We’re building a service to help people make their own newspapers.

What do we mean by people? Individuals, communities, clubs, societies, companies, friends, gangs. You know; people.

What do we mean by newspapers? Anything you can make by putting ink on newsprint. We think lots of people will want to make things that are quite like the sort of newspapers we already know. But we also hope to encourage people to reinvent what newspapers could be.

They’re also running a blog.

I’ll get into this later once I’m past the bulk of the day’s work, but I think this could be really, really interesting. Also ref. PEAR emerging as a newspaper. (Which I also need to talk more about, because it’s a really fucking interesting newspaper)

I've been away from you since Thursday afternoon, Intertube-o-spheres.

Input data.

Tell me what I've missed.

Tell me something wonderful.

b

I note my fourth WIRED UK column has been pushed to the web for your free reading "enjoyment." Here it is:

I speak to you now as a man who survived the bird flu. I acquired the lethal, human-transmissible H5N1 from looking at a turkey at a farmer’s market in north Essex. For weeks, I battled the deadly disease, bedridden, close to perishing entirely. I could hear the Grim Reaper using the toilet and everything…

And this is warren ellis dot com. Good morning.

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Yar.

After all the kerfuffle trying to get the Town Car shipped to Raleigh in a hurry, we ended up getting to Carmax and getting a 2008 Mercury Grand Marquis instead.

The Lincoln is a fancier car, with a few more features, but for the same payments (actually slightly less), the Grand Marquis is 4 years newer and a more reliable buy, and very damn close indeed to the same car (thanks to the trickle-down of fancy features from old high-end cars to new mid-end cars).

I'm finding that I have to hold my head a certain way in order to hear my music. I suspect my headphones are on their last legs.

Shit.

This is especially annoying considering the awesome music I've recently downloaded.

Suppose I'll need to hurry up with that ref sheet so I can get a quote on it...

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The Beeb gets a 13 year old to use a Sony Walkman for a week.

As in, 1979's Sony Walkman.

Because I saw this and immediately thought of the contrast between his experiences with macs and mine.