http://www.theregister.co.uk
/2005/12/20/google_earth/
How cool is that?!
Whilst we’re talking about GoogleEarth, I have to take issue with El Reg’s spooky pic of HAARP being blacked out.
You see, HAARP have a web site. And they have a web cam - looks a bit parky right now. If they have so much weather-altering spooky ultra-low-frequency skullduggery to hide, why do they have a web cam?
And I suppose they could be lying, but they also say where they are:
62 deg 23.5 min North Latitude
145 deg 8.8 min West Longitude
Which isn’t where the black rectangle is. It looks like this:
Which seems to chime with their own aerial photo.
Not like this:
Still begs the question why there’s a blacked-out patch in Alaska…
Had an idea to while away the long winter evenings…
Create a ficticious Flickr account under a pseudonym. Post some weirdly crap photos, really hideously photoshopped and pointless pictures of scanned objects. Maybe post some almost entirely red photos to ‘The Red Makes It’ pool. Post news agency images. Post scans of artwork to the ‘Scanned Objects’ pool. You get the idea?
Then use my pseudonym to start posting horribly critical comments on my own photos.
Trouble is, my pseudonym might start spilling over into Real Life. The voice in my head telling me I’m shit. Call that prose, cos I don’t? You’ll never get on that train - you know why? THE OTHER PASSENGERS DON’T WANT YOU ON IT.
Then my pseudonym would start making more contacts and friends on Flickr than me. Even some of my real friends might prefer his pictures and his taste in music.
And then I could delete my own profile for good.
Might order one of these posters for the office.
Walking to the station - right there on the pavement: wet leaf or flattened dog poo? You decide.
Walking through the arcade, peer in at Jerry’s Heel Bar - frankly, Jerry, Miss December looks like a bit of a slut.
I get on a train, just a few people standing, but it will be packed before it departs. I stand vaguely near a woman. After a fractional pause she shouts “oh for goodness’ sake!” and storms off to the next carriage.
Shallow Grave is on TV right now. Not seen it for years.
I thought it then, and I think it now - why didn’t they just call the police AND take the money?
Why didn’t the police spot the holes in the ceiling?
Or the holes in the plot?
Still, it’s nice to see Doctor Who and Obi Wan Kenobi looking so young. And I still love the bit where Kerry Fox puts her shoe in Ewan McGregor’s mouth…
Just got my copy of “Leicester Square’ - the best of Yeah Yeah Noh CD - re-issued by the good people at Cherry Red.
Yeah Yeah Noh were a horribly obscure indie band in the 1980s, championed by John Peel at a time when I was listening to - and taping - a lot of John Peel.
Their music is shambolic but charming, the lyrics just wonderful. Like any truly interesting band, they take you somewhere you’ve never been before. Somewhere weird that you don’t fully understand.
Aside from Joe Orton, I think they could be Leicester’s only contribution to popular culture.
After me, 1, 2, 3…
Wraparound shades hide a weakling pasty face
Beware the weakling!
Hipster pants on a feeble ass bad taste
Beware the weakling!
…
I’ll take you back to my fledgling flat
show you my jigsaw collection
score 50,000 on space invaders
a Rubik cube fob novelty
hangs at the waist of the weakling
the fruit of second division loins
everyone’s doing the weakling thing…
Phillip Erwood liked Yeah Yeah Noh - he met them after a gig once and shyed away from buying their fanzine. He regretted that later. Sigh.
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