Tweet Nothings, Part 2
My twitterings archived here again, because I can.
@drmabuse: Wish I could get paid for reviews of my own unfamiliarity with movie franchises. ‘I have never seen Police Academy 6! What of it?’ §
50 Useful Twitter Tools for Writers and Researchers (via @Glinner and @TweetReport) §
Found one of these in the street today—it’s a long way from home. §
#crapnamesforsuperheroes: That-Man §
Another semester’s marking done. Would have been much simpler if I could have used rubber stamps instead of words. NICE WORK! B+ §
Last night in the pub we were weighing up ‘Avon’ as a name for a friend’s new baby. Or ‘Servelan’ if it’s a girl. §
Oops, that’s ‘Servalan’. Strike me from the Blake’s 7 Wall of Honour now. (That’s the one in the Vila Villa.) §
I wonder how many LAN servers are called ‘servalan’. §
Amazing. So many points where you can see Obama’s deft moves to reassure the many different audiences who are listening. §
Time for a new photo. §
A day without meetings! I feel so... unscheduled. §
Spoke too soon. Just had an unscheduled meeting. §
Successfully avoided Apprentice spoilers yesterday so we could watch the last episode on iPlayer. Twitter was far too dangerous territory. §
So, will the Apprentice be commuting to work from the Big Brother house on Survivor Island? (‘Survivor: Thames Estuary’.) §
Next series they should be up against Sir Alan Partridge. ‘Knowing me, knowing you are fired.’ §
MARS DOOM: ‘This is just a computer graphic...’ which we will play twice while I’m saying this. §
MOON DOOM (via @bengoldacre): ‘Did these scientists ask her permission?’ It’s wacky astronomical collision day! §
How do astrologers backpedal after natural disasters? ‘I know I said Leos would have a good day, but hey, at least they had a good death.’ §
Hey, this is my 100th update! [crashes Twitter stream into the sun] §
A sunny Friday is the weekend’s Venus fly-trap. §
Spectacular move by WH Smith to reduce range of guidebooks at airports (via @drmabuse)—shares down, I notice. §
Our flat smells of fresh cake. BRAIN SHUTDOWN, ENGAGE STOMACH. §
In Glasgow for an afternoon, first time in two years. I love how it still has a Nelson Mandela Place. §
RT @tomewing: ‘How come people who would shun the Top 10 singles or films often show such faith in the ability of virality/crowdsourcing to detect quality?’ §
Stop the Keyboard Cat bus, we have reached our destination (via @drmabuse) §
Someone has kidnapped Edinburgh and replaced it with somewhere sunny! §
At a conference in Nottingham—David Lodge territory. ‘I’ve never read Hamlet!’ §
They’ve got us staying in student rooms. This morning I woke up thinking I was home, then opened my eyes to a 1992 version of Life on Mars. §
Just heard a young Australian presenter saying ‘noo’ instead of ‘nyoo’. They’re stealing my accent! (She’s from Noo South Wales, though.) §
Reading Cormac McCarthy’s The Road. Cheer up, mate, it’s not the end of the world! §
If Twitter excluded HTML tags from its 140 characters, I’d be tempted to use it as a links blog. Trimmed links make contextualizing harder. §
Why does the box of our new microwave use the US spelling of ‘23 liters’ when everywhere that actually uses the metric system uses ‘litres’? §
@aknock: He was probably ticked off at someone who spelled his name ‘Webstre’. §
In Room 101 of a Paris hostel. Two Orwellian experiences for the price of one. §
Small boy awake. The wheels on the bus go round and round. §
Four days in Paris isn’t enough. There were more nectarines I hadn’t eaten. §
22 July 2009
