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That’s pretty fucked-up right there.

So, being a typical uninterested disaffected citizen, I have no real idea whatsover if this is normal media hysteria, or if I should be buying sacks of rice and barricading myself away in my basement. It certainly sounds pretty serious.

But then again, it’s killed 60 people in Asia. That’s not very many, when you consider the size of Asia and its population. The press love a buzzword, and the Autumn’s gift to the headline-writers is “Pandemic”, but are we – the British public – actually in any danger? Googling for “avian flu” returns a host of pages, the tone of which varies from USAian Big Brother style propaganda (“You have nothing to fear. Go about your daily business. Everything is fine. We control the horizontal.” etc) to profiteering “Buy bird-flu vaccines NOW before you DIE HORRIBLY!” sites.

Add to this the fact that I’m busy and don’t really have time to do balanced research in my working day, and all I’m left to go on is whatever turns up on the front page of the Metro (“The dead parrot will kill us all!”) and the BBC news website, which usually just tells you what No.10 want you to hear.

The one thing I do know is that I don’t know. I think I’m going to go back to the basement, just in case.

–c.

Thanks very much, that’s just fucking wonderful. They’ll be on the ferry and beelining for my house by the end of the week, I’ll bet.

Great.

Check out these awesome nails!

Item: I often wear silver nail varnish when gigging or rocking out generally.
Item: I live in Walthamstow.
Item: I walk down Hoe Street every day, and therefore probably pass the place that did that every day.

Hmmmm.

Survivors often regret their decision in midair, if not before. Ken Baldwin and Kevin Hines both say they hurdled over the railing, afraid that if they stood on the chord they might lose their courage. Baldwin was twenty-eight and severely depressed on the August day in 1985 when he told his wife not to expect him home till late. “I wanted to disappear,” he said. “So the Golden Gate was the spot. I’d heard that the water just sweeps you under.” On the bridge, Baldwin counted to ten and stayed frozen. He counted to ten again, then vaulted over. “I still see my hands coming off the railing,” he said. As he crossed the chord in flight, Baldwin recalls, “I instantly realized that everything in my life that I’d thought was unfixable was totally fixable – except for having just jumped.

Full article here.

(This may leave you a little low. If you find that to be the case, go here and play some games for a bit. Trust me, it will help.)

“The brain chip reads his mind and sends the thoughts to a computer to decipher.”

Fucking hell.

…and let me off, please.

This just made me howl. I mean, what a response…

Engineer (proudly): “We made a MOTORBIKE that runs on HYDROGEN and the only waste product is PURE WATER!!! what do you think of THAT!!!”

Twats: “It’s a bit quiet.”

Jesus deep-fried crispy Christ and chips.
–c.

Walking and talking at the same time considered harmful, apparently…

Gee, so that’s what I’ve been doing wrong.