The Rumour Mill

Nerd Central, Slashdot reports that J Michael Straczynski of Babylon 5 fame, has pitched an idea to Paramount for a new treatment of the Trek franchise....

The link be here.

Could be interesting, but I bet nowt will come of it. Link courtesy boroshan who has far too much time on his hands.

The Rumour Mill

Nerd Central, Slashdot reports that J Michael Straczynski of Babylon 5 fame, has pitched an idea to Paramount for a new treatment of the Trek franchise....

The link be here.

Could be interesting, but I bet nowt will come of it. Link courtesy boroshan who has far too much time on his hands.

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Loon that I am, I have another character sheet to write. Will the boy never learn? It seems not. Ah well, a little lolloping around for me, and then back to the keyboard.

So today is the day after the solstice. Nights are drawing in, now. Soon be winter. The day is what, 90 seconds shorter than yesterday, and tomorrow it will be a certifiable 3 minutes. My my. Start laying in the provisions now, kids.

ashenkat has just written a long entry on how she sees Live Journal, and has quite evidently put a great deal of thought into it; what LJ means, the reader's and writer's responsibility (or lack thereof), and whether people are obliged to read everything their friends write. It's an interesting perspective, but not, I think one I share (though no less valid for that, of course).

I know why I write in LJ. I always wanted to keep a diary or journal, but frankly couldn't be bothered in the days of pen and ink and little books with brass buckles. Writing with a pen is dismally boring, and I have great respect and admiration for people who use one for more than a signature or cheque.

Why do I write?

I write for me.

I write because I like to write.

I am vaguely flattered that some people like to read my musings (and sometimes irrationally bothered as to why someone should 'de-friend' me when Ireally don't know that person from Adam as a physical entity). Beyond that, however, I write for myself primarily and if my friends are peering over my shoulder as I write, then welcome you are, too. That's fine: I Peer over yours, though not all the time. I can't pretend to read everything my friends write - although I read some of you more than others, and I do read everyone some of the time. Just not all of the time. I doubt anyone reads everything I write. I certainly don't. I just pin my demons to the page where they lose a lot (not all) of their power. If I write something not for public consumption, I rarely write it here, or if I do, I decide who has access. (Generally I mark stuff private when it's about people at work. Heh.)

Why do you write?

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Loon that I am, I have another character sheet to write. Will the boy never learn? It seems not. Ah well, a little lolloping around for me, and then back to the keyboard.

So today is the day after the solstice. Nights are drawing in, now. Soon be winter. The day is what, 90 seconds shorter than yesterday, and tomorrow it will be a certifiable 3 minutes. My my. Start laying in the provisions now, kids.

ashenkat has just written a long entry on how she sees Live Journal, and has quite evidently put a great deal of thought into it; what LJ means, the reader's and writer's responsibility (or lack thereof), and whether people are obliged to read everything their friends write. It's an interesting perspective, but not, I think one I share (though no less valid for that, of course).

I know why I write in LJ. I always wanted to keep a diary or journal, but frankly couldn't be bothered in the days of pen and ink and little books with brass buckles. Writing with a pen is dismally boring, and I have great respect and admiration for people who use one for more than a signature or cheque.

Why do I write?

I write for me.

I write because I like to write.

I am vaguely flattered that some people like to read my musings (and sometimes irrationally bothered as to why someone should 'de-friend' me when Ireally don't know that person from Adam as a physical entity). Beyond that, however, I write for myself primarily and if my friends are peering over my shoulder as I write, then welcome you are, too. That's fine: I Peer over yours, though not all the time. I can't pretend to read everything my friends write - although I read some of you more than others, and I do read everyone some of the time. Just not all of the time. I doubt anyone reads everything I write. I certainly don't. I just pin my demons to the page where they lose a lot (not all) of their power. If I write something not for public consumption, I rarely write it here, or if I do, I decide who has access. (Generally I mark stuff private when it's about people at work. Heh.)

Why do you write?

Downloaded Prog on Jukebox

I am listening to some downloaded music by a band called Explosions in the Sky At least I think that's what they're called. There should be an international convention on writing MP3 tags.

Anyway, they're pretty good and cost me nothing, courtesy romney and his broadband access to the Usenet. I'm not entirely sure that they're good headphones material since a couple of tracks are mixed on the left with nothing on the right for long periods of time (it's clearly deliberate) and I hate that; it makes your head feel heavily lop-sided while listening. The odd squeak in the other speaker would lose that effect. Whoever ripped it had the levels up a bit high, too, since there's some annoying distortion; I may have to look them up and do the decent thing (by which I mean find and purchase the album, not hunt down the ripper, like the dog he undoubtedly is)..

Indeed, a cursory search of google (what would we do without ye...?) reveals them to be a Texan band from Austin. It seems that I may be flogging a dead horse in attempting to buy this album, which I now discover has the beguiling title, How Strange, Innocence. It seems that the distortion may be more to do with wayward production techniques rather than one man and the jolly roger.

I move now, to a band called Puppet Show, and the album Traumatized....

Mmm. Pretentious, incomprehensible lyrics and an inability to stay away from weather sound effects. Lead singer a bit like Gabriel in the early days. Plus ca change...

I have to get broadband.

Downloaded Prog on Jukebox

I am listening to some downloaded music by a band called Explosions in the Sky At least I think that's what they're called. There should be an international convention on writing MP3 tags.

Anyway, they're pretty good and cost me nothing, courtesy romney and his broadband access to the Usenet. I'm not entirely sure that they're good headphones material since a couple of tracks are mixed on the left with nothing on the right for long periods of time (it's clearly deliberate) and I hate that; it makes your head feel heavily lop-sided while listening. The odd squeak in the other speaker would lose that effect. Whoever ripped it had the levels up a bit high, too, since there's some annoying distortion; I may have to look them up and do the decent thing (by which I mean find and purchase the album, not hunt down the ripper, like the dog he undoubtedly is)..

Indeed, a cursory search of google (what would we do without ye...?) reveals them to be a Texan band from Austin. It seems that I may be flogging a dead horse in attempting to buy this album, which I now discover has the beguiling title, How Strange, Innocence. It seems that the distortion may be more to do with wayward production techniques rather than one man and the jolly roger.

I move now, to a band called Puppet Show, and the album Traumatized....

Mmm. Pretentious, incomprehensible lyrics and an inability to stay away from weather sound effects. Lead singer a bit like Gabriel in the early days. Plus ca change...

I have to get broadband.