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I’m falling dreadfully behind the zeitgeist, not having typed so much as a letter about Orkut, but then noone’s invited me. I’d like to think it’s because my friends aren’t the kind of people who would send me invitatations to a social networking site. Or it could be that I haven’t got any friends.

Mind you, I could always buy an invitation, or console myself with the chance to win an iPod, or even learn how to develop into a real he-man blogger…

Speaking of eye-rolling, foam-flecked rants – let the past two hours be a lesson to myself not to mess about with an MT stylesheet without first making damn sure – and I mean damn sure – that there’s a working backup knocking around somewhere.

The net effect of this evening’s hackery is that my permlinks are shot to hell – tempalinks, in fact. So if you’ve arrived here from Google expecting to find your search results, sorry – but I hear their cache is quite reliable…

A fantastic eye-rolling foam-flecked rant about blogging from someone who would more normally be found staggering around public parks muttering into a brown paper bag and scaring small children.

You’re all latte-sipping, iMac-using, suburban-living tertiary-industry-working WASPs who offer absolutely no new insights on anything whatsoever apart from maybe one specialist field if we’re lucky.

I particularly recommend visiting his homepage, although probably best with the sound turned down (NSFW).

I’m sure there’s some irony somewhere in posting a link to the piece from a Moveable Type blog, but I’m too busy sipping my latte to work out what it is…

(Via Kuro5hin)

Three other observations:

- superb soundtrack, deserved of an album if there isn’t one;
- bad, bad, bad website – surely up for “Most Gratuitous Use Of Flash” nominations the world over…
- great, great, great cinema: City Screen York

We went to see Lost In Translation last night, and considering it wasn’t something I really felt strongly about wanting to go and see, I was suprised by just how good it was.

The first ten minutes really hit a chord with me – it managed to capture the sense of slightly jet-lagged dislocation that’s a side effect of being in a strange city in a strange country in a strange timezone. My theory is that it’s due to every airline and airport looking and feeling exactly the same – only the airport code on the baggage tags gives the location away. It doesn’t matter where you end up – there’s always the strip-lit air of a place that’s alive 24 hours a day, but is populated only by people passing through en-route to somewhere else. So you leave the airport in a cocoon of transcience, then every hotel looks and feels the same as well, with just the TV channels to give you a clue as to location. If I had an airmile for every time I’ve woken up in a hotel room and not been able to tell you which continent I was on for the first ten minutes, I’d be able to check out Tokoyo first-hand.

For a story that didn’t really feel like a story (not that that’s a criticism – it’s what’s life’s really like, after all) it had the right ending – I found myself hoping that there wasn’t going to be a “happy ever after” ending – it would have seemed like too much of a focus-grouped cliche. And there wasn’t any point during the film where I realised I was watching Bill Murray – his performance was subtle enough not to have the role overtaken by the actor.

Definitely one of my best films of the last six months…