Normal service will be resumed shortly. Been a bit out of the loop recently – a busy, full weekend, preparation for said weekend, trying to get various things sorted with things on and off line, deal with ideas, learn some CSS, look for employment. Should have time to blog and post something interesting (or at least an interesting photo) from Monday. On Tuesday I should be all broadbanded-up, and then webtweaking gets a lot easier.

Still, I have got some new content for you – just go and check out the new Omnivore; it’s a light little number, and it’s by yours truly.

It may be a brief entry, but it deserved attention:

Singer-songwriter Elliot Smith has died at 34, apparently of suicide. A wonderful recording artist, he’ll be sorely missed in all manner of places. Including over here. If you haven’t heard his work, go and start with Either/Or and work either way from it.

Shameless plugging it may be, but I’ve got to get some publicity somehow:

Omnivore, a weekly-updated creative writing site on the theme of taste has gone live today. So check it out, and do bookmark it for future reference… as time goes on, more features should be added, like an RSS feed for them that wants it. But please go and read. It’s worth your time, trust me.

For dinner tonight, parents have acquired this marvellous vegetable, its surface a little fractal landscape. I just had to take a picture:

(sorry no image borders – working on that today…)

Great post from Lance Arthur on experiences of therapy and learning to connect again. Sometimes I really feel I need to connect back to the world; I mean, I’ll talk to anyone given half a chance, but I need to hunt them down and I always speak first. Sometimes I get worried people get pissed off with me calling or IMing them all the time.

But I feel so much better than I did three years ago. I’m connected in so many more ways (though not in the ADSL sense of the word…). And every day, in this living-at-home-limbo, I go for a stroll, or a walk; some kind of perambulatory fresh air. It helps. Every little bit helps.

I’m going through adolescence all over again, but this time I’m paying someone $130 an hour to help me through it. It does sound a lot like adolescence. I always joke I went through it all at the wrong time – I arrived at University at around 14, and am now about 17. I think I’ve got over that idea, but a year and a half ago, it seemed right. You need to go through it once, though a lot of the time it doesn’t happen when you’re 16. Hell, I didn’t have time for it to happen at sixteen. It was all a delayed reaction to the world.

But it pays off, you know. Because I get to play catch up. And boy, is that fun…

Out with the old, in with the new. Changed my specs today. Quite pleased with the new look, as it were.

So I’m standing in my friendly local indepdendent videogame shop playing a demo pod running Rainbow Six 3, and very good it is too – fantastic graphics engine, beautiful lighting algorithms, sensible control scheme and skilful gameplay (unless like me you lacked the skills). And, as I’m creeping through a sewer and trying to eliminate terrorists with my M4, a twelve-year-old voice behind me asks

“Is there any blood?”

to which I said

“Does it matter?”

Actually, I realised what I should have said, but I didn’t want to give the kid nightmares.

“Well, I’m not sure. I mean, I can’t see in the gloom of this sewer. And to be honest, it’s aiming for a more realistic tone so there’s not going to be showers of the stuff. But anyhow, at this range, a 5.56mm NATO round is probably going to go straight through a man the muzzle velocity’s so high. So there won’t be much report of blood, especially since the terrorists are all wearing black. But once they’ve gone down, they could lose several pints of blood from their multiple bulletwounds, and I guess that’d make quite a mess, but in the game the corpses disappear quite fast and I’m not sure modern fluid simulations are up to calcualting several pints of blood for several corpses on a humble Xbox. I guess if the round hit a head there’d be quite a lot, though – from the exit wound, though. The entrance wound would be clean. And it wouldn’t just be blood, but bone and grey matter, too. All over the shop. Of course, if I was using my .45 ACP pistol, there’d be more blood, as the lower-velocity rounds lodge in the human body, contorted beyond recognition, and tend to take more of a mess.

“But, no I’m not sure there’s any blood. Why, does it matter?”

Still, Rainbow Six 3 was very good. I had one of those mornings, though: wandering around an overcrowded town, dodging slow-walkers and people befuddled by Paying-In machines. And kids in games shops arguing about how good Fifa 2004 was going to be, and whether or not Tom Clancy’s terrorists bleed. I was on the way to see Alan Parker and Patrick McCabe in conversation. And that was excellent.

Also from Glasgow: cool seventies’ typography in concrete. It’s so of its era,and yet has this peculiar sense of cool to it. Note the “artwork” as well as the text! Anyhow, Coates eventually convinced me to upload it, so:

Was up in Glasgow last weekend, and whilst standing around Queen Street Station, took some pictures of the ceiling. Bit of Photoshop jiggerypokery later and (click for larger):

Things are afoot over at a certain new website. Go and check it out. And if you’re interested, get in touch with the proprietor. Keep watching it for updates, too…