And now, I present to you the ultimate evidence that I am not in any ways at all a David Gahan (of Depeche Mode) lookalike.

See? There are absolutely no similarities at all.

I’ve seen this face before
It somehow looks familiar
Tattered and weatherworn
A sad, pathetic creature

And once you stood so strong
Your eyes alight with promise
You vowed to carry on
A heart once beat in your chest

Cut forward to another day
Another time, another place
You’re not who you used to be
And I wonder why

William Gibson (yes, that William Gibson) writes good shit on his blog. Read it.

The real cyborg, cybernetic organism in the broader sense, had been busy arriving as I watched DR. SATAN on that wooden television in 1952. I was becoming a part of something, in the act of watching that screen. We all were. We [...]

Well, lookie here. I’m number one if you google for my name. And my name, I might add, could hardly be called a unique Swedish name.

I’m seriously dumbfounded at this. Exactly what gave my site such a high pagerank? I’m very highly ranked on various RSS related searches as well, thanks to the Audrey page. [...]

…I really need to go check my eyesight. I very likely need glasses. Not that this bothers me, really, other than that it’s darn expensive.

All this talk about digital cameras really makes me want to have a look at photoblogging. Or why not hold your nose and dive straight into moblogging? A phone with digital camera would be cool to have. Though it would cost an arm and a leg.

Mena Trott wrote about it earlier, and the Sidekick sounds [...]

Yes, this will probably be fun for me. Not much new yet — this is an introduction class, and I’ve been using Photoshop since 1995 or so. The teacher, Harry, has gone through some basic Photoshop usage and some photography. Other than some shortcuts I didn’t know about, there was nothing new from the Photoshop [...]

Amazing. I’ve been awake for 30 minutes and I still don’t feel dead.

Well, off to school I go. Let’s see what it feels like to study again after nearly two years of doing barely anything at all.

Little fifteen
You help her forget
The world outside
You’re not part of it yet
And if you could drive
You could drive her away
To a happier place
To a happier day
That exists in your mind
And in your smile
She could escape there
Just for a while
Little fifteen

I saw a bunch of referrals from a site called globoads.com, who aren’t worthy of a proper link. Any site with “ads” in the domain instantly triggers my spider sense, that always tingles when there’s a spammer lurking near. That, and Privoxy blocks any hostname containing “ads.”

Went there to have a look. Yup, it’s an [...]