Two of my favourite Ulysses-related sites on the internets:
Ulysses for dummies, the entire book told in animated GIF form.
The Internet Ulysses (maps, notes, comments, photos, all sorts of interesting stuff).
A cursory google reveals no Bloomsday-themed LOLcats. A missed opportunity, surely? There must be a tremendous "IN UR DUBLN" line just waiting for the right amusing cat picture....
Wellington's Saints finish the National Basketball League regular season with an unbeaten record at home, sitting at the top of the table with 14 wins over 4 losses. Media coverage: small story inside back page of newspaper, no art.
Meanwhile, the Auckland Stars get kicked out of the playoffs because they didn't pay their league fee.
Just six years ago we finished fourth in the basketball world championships, and now we're stumbling around in the very definition of amateur league. Man.
I know there are a few Seattle folk reading this, or people who might visit Seattle this summer - I want to plug the summer return of the Pacific Northwest's favourite ice cream makers, Epicurean Empire Ice Cream!
They return this weekend to the U-District Farmer's Market and to the Ballard Sunday Market. More details over on my LJ post!
(Because if you can't use your blog to promote your friend's ice cream business, what's the point of it?)
I mean, really, isn't this the most inane scandal you could imagine?
ITV rigged the outcome of its call-in 2005 People's Choice comedy award so Robbie Williams would be able to give an award to his mates Ant and Dec.
This is sad on so many levels it makes my head swim when I try to count them.
I mean, it's clearly scandalous - those call-in votes cost money. But... but... Robbie Williams! Ant and Dec! People's Choice Awards! ITV! THIS IS A STUPID SCANDAL!
This morning is the first of winter.
Last night/today is Samhain in the Southern hemisphere, and while our cousins in the north farewell the Winter, down under we welcome it.
(It rained like buggery last night. In Wellington, that's what winter means. Rather less nifty than the blanket-of-snow thing, but you make do with what you have.)
This has been getting muchas love from the blogs, for good reason:
At a Web 2.0 conference last week, Clay Shirky discussed how sitcoms are like gin, and how four-year-olds understand the world, and how people find the time to LOLcat or WoW.
Shirky's bit about participatory culture is worth getting your head around. I think I have a post on this coming, but for now you can get your fix of awesome ideas straight from Shirky.
(Felix Rooney is my great-grandfather. His diaries begin October 27th 1916. There is a short explanatory note at the front: "My original diary embracing the trip from N. Zealand to Egypt, Gallipoli & France was destroyed with all my effects when the Huns raided us in the mushroom at Armentiere in July 1916.")
Anzac Day excerpt from April, 1917, a short slice of life away from the front:Tuesday 24th
Have hurt my foot so had a day off. Harry and I had a good day together. Weather getting good now. Battalion went into St Omer to-day. A few rums and cafe and turned in.Wednesday 25.
Had another day off. Taking it easy to give my foot a chance. Second anniversary of Anzac Day. A few rums and cognacs drunk to-night.Thursday 26.
Feeling all right so went on parade this morning. We went out to where trenches have been dug to represent those at Messines, German and British. We made two attacks, taking the ridge, as we will soon have to do in reality. Got home about 4.P.M. Fine weather now.
The Battle of Messines in June went well, in part due to the extensive planning described here by Felix. I might post that diary entry another day.
I am delighted by the story of the Boston Red Sox jersey that was concealed in the foundations of the new stadium for the New York Yankees. A Boston-loving worker buried it there in hopes of cursing the Yankees.
After a tip-off, Yankees owner Randy Levine ordered the jackhammers be produced and the curse-jersey be dug up. They take their ritual magic seriously in Major League Baseball, where many fans don't have their tongue in their cheek when they talk about the curse that has stopped their team winning the title. The Red Sox and the White Sox won in '04 and '05 respectively, officially ending the two best known curses in baseball, so there is a bit of a curse vacuum right now - giving Levine reason to be super-cautious, one suspects...
(Maybe New Zealanders need to stop grumping about the All Black coach and start blaming the voodoo. It's been two decades since NZ's rugby world champs win - is that long enough to count as a curse?)
Judge&Jury gifted me with a '91 collection of Groening's Life in Hell strips, which contains one of his regular bits, a list of Forbidden Words - words of the moment that he wants to never hear again.
Here are excerpts from the list in the collection. This list is from the end of 1989, attempting to blacklist a bunch of words for the coming decade. As ever, it's an intriguing snapshot of the times that were.
Betamax
Bimbo
Cassingle
Celebutante
Chill out
Croissandwich
Cyberpunk
Dancercize
Def
D.I.N.K
Dramedy
Eclectic
Hypertext
Hyper anything
Infotainment
Jazzercize
Liposuction
Male bonding
Neo-Geo
Neo anything
Networking
Passive-aggressive
Peacekeeper missile
Politically correct
Power breakfast
Power lunch
Quality time
Robo anything
Significant other
Spokesmodel
Synthpop
Tubular
Ultra anything
Vidiot
Wilding
Workaholic
Not, as it happens, a reference to rugby league.
This week's Salient (local university rag, surprisingly good this year) has a feature interview with Tony Lucas of NZ Cryptoologist talking about the mysterious critters of the NZ depths.
There's a great page on the Maero or Moehau, NZ's answer to bigfoot. The Moehau were describes by the Maori as being "Terrible creatures, half man, half animal", with a very aggressive temperament, they were only too happy to massacre and eat anyone that strayed into their domain."
I love this stuff. Why have no bodies of these beasts ever been found? I think that is readily explained by the fact that these 'Manimals' may have a conception of death and bury their deceased.
Also on the site is a slightly more fact-based account of the elusive NZ moose, largely accepted to be living in the inaccessible depths of Fiordland but never seen by human eyes. As far as I'm concerned, that's another reason why this is a damn cool country: we have secret mooses, and we can prove it with science!
The Fundy Post has linked to Pokeclipse, the forum for people who believe that Pokemon are real.
Add it to the list of people who believe Pokemon-cashin Digimon is real, believe the Matrix movies really happened, and believe they are reincarnated elves who survived a medieval Elf Holocaust.
Thank you, internet.
These chaps sum up my feelings more than I ever could.
Over on shared-RPG blog Gametime, I've contributed a post called "10 Gygaxian Things I Love".
If you're interesting in that sort of thing, do take a look, and check out the other posts by my fellow Gametimers too.
Gary Gygax, co-creator of Dungeons & Dragons and the driving force behind the role-playing game hobby that is such a huge part of my life, has died.
Here's the news as it broke in the RPG community.
He was still, at 70, a mighty presence - the totem for the whole community, and its representative to the rest of the world. He guested on Futurama, even.
There shall be mulling of this, I am sure.
1. Vengeance
2. Havoc
3. Carnage
4. Terror
5. Destruction
6. Devastation
If the word "wreak" turns up in a sentence, it isn't going to end well.