Ever Shambling Onwards...

I have just ended up looking at a wikipedia page for a variety of reasons. The page in question contains the most fantastic graph I have ever seen... to the point that I had to check I wasn't looking at the uncyclopedia instead of wikipedia. But it's actually a sensible graph. It has meaning and purpose - which just makes it even better! That such a graph could actually present meaningful information rather than being a joke is just astounding!

The page in question can be found here. You should be able to work out which graph I am referring to without too much effort.

This amuses me. It comes courtesy of the link of the day over at User Friendly...

Once again, an RPG.net related post.

In this thread, a poster called cjh brought something to everyone's attention:

A tube map with all of the station names replaced with anagrams!

Edit: I am particularly fond of "Aleph & Tentacles", "Woolier Cods", "Snowmobile Thud", "Warped Skidoo" and "Wifely Stench"

These instructions may be of use to some of you. I shall name no names, but I know your plans!

1. Pick a song everyone knows.
2. Take the lyrics to babelfish (<http://world.altavista.com/>) and translate:
   a. English to German
   b. German to French
   c. French to English
3. Copy out the result and see who can guess the song.

Once after slag of glass of sugar refinery an end with long the floppity ears and belly Fudge-Zeit swell cuddly fluffinesses magic, and bubbles and Geplapper like shiney a baby with large to lubricate little matured and ready Windel to eat the kichert completely. I am maladivement tired, patient and of these words, by which I am fed. The feelings me are held deep to make run whole time. To murmur goes from the average age bouncy bubblegum to the lock, in which large bad Boogley-Mann saw theirs with all this plum confronted primadonnas and to leave taenzelnd, plaetschernden roles at the Miniaturhinken house of Polterns hinterteil-fetten of Abprallens far from the walls another mortal Rhumba.... second time... I am maladivement tired, patient and of these words, by which I am fed. The feelings me are held deep to make run whole time. First time of the sea, Melassebauchfudgezeit-Schokolade thing. Second mark of the sea, Melassebauchfudge-Zeitfestlichkeit. I am a cuddly the ball of Flaums and thus am all my friends. We play all during the day, to receive the recreation, on which our life depends. But, while the smiling sun goes downwards on the country of belly, the desert of the orders are swallowed in direction in direction us and with us by sand. First time of the sea, Melassebauchfudgezeit-Schokolade thing. Second mark of the sea, Melassebauchfudge-Zeitfestlichkeit.

(Some of the resulting lyrics from this one really do frighten me!)

Hmm...

Return of the Taoist heating engineers... last night the boiler decided it had had enough (already), so they're back... although it looks like it was fairly trivial to fix.

As appears to be my usual state of affairs, I have no idea what I'm going to do today... until this evening, where I go to the pub, as usual. I will start getting a reputation for bringing strange people with me - this week, Suzanne (one of my Ex-Girlfriends) will be around... as she lives in camberley now, which is slightly nearer than Leeds (where she used to live).

Camberley is obviously the centre of the universe. Last week my brother was there (and came to the pub with me last thursday) and this week somebody else I know is coming round... from camberley.

It does seem that all things will at some time gravitate to camberley. When the universe eventually starts to collapse and coalesce back into one entity, that entity will be camberley.

Biros (and other cheap disposable ballpoint pens) have worked out that their days are numbered. At the moment their breeding programs are still keeping their number high, but this will not last. The increase in computer based technology is steadily decreasing human reliance upon pens, resulting in a generally lessened biro population, which can only spell doom for their agressive reproduction and housing population programs.

However, the biros have realised this and are passing on their knowledge to a new breed... PC Components. These insidious beasts will, if given a foothold, take over your home, infesting it with a huge number of green PCBs and grey plastic boxes. The skill transfer is progressing at speed, and soon the biros will take a comfortable back seat, knowing their role in the universe has been properly passed on to their successors.

Who knows... maybe one day PC components will be able to leave a short blue mark on paper before fading away to nothing and leaving only a slight indentation. Then the change will be complete, and Biros will have transferred themselves entirely into PC component bodies.