Websites you’ll visit once (maybe twice)

When I happen across a site with a uniquely absurd purpose, useful in the remotest likelihood I’ll need it again but not useful enough to remember, I save it. I’ve decided to share the best of the feckless bookmark bunch with you for humorous purposes,

Effectively Dating for Socks, you loose one sock or find another? This is the place to reunite them. It’s quite scarey the distances that socks manage to travel without their owners.

I don’t know how accurate other people need to me but usually I get away with the 12 places on my calculator. The guys either had a lot of hot linking problems or has made so many index pages so it gets more hits on the adsense. Bypass the junk indexes to the number here

Have you ever been watching a television series and felt its still going despite now being completely interesting? The urban phrase used for this occasion is that it has “jumped the shark”, it comes from during the series Happy Days when ‘The Fonze’ jumps a shark to try and hike up ratings. See also “Nuke the Fridge”.

Aria, as in Opera. Opera is a dramatic work which combines a text (called a libretto) and a musical score, it is also a rather good internet browser, this site is about music. You never know you might want to look up the Le Nozze di Figaro from the Shawshank Redemption.

Similar to Google Maps but on the moon, will be very useful when we get a moonbase like our parents were promised in the 70s and 80s. You’ll be able to plan you journey from your residential bubble to your friends with exact directions and timings, although at 1/6th Earths gravity you might be able to get there a little quicker.

Five websites with just enough information to entertain you but not really enough to make you check everyday. Drop a comment to let me know if you actually make use of them.

Mail

…I turn on my computer, I wait impatiently as it boots up. I go on line, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear three little words: You’ve got mail. I hear nothing. Not even a sound on the streets of New York, just the beating of my own heart. I have mail… From you.

Before there was digital post there were letters, typically inked by pen and scripted without aid of an auto-speller or software thesaurus. If you were to send something you would take your time, plan, scrutinise, write. With the advent of the personal computer everyone could send a letter blurting out their thoughts and then arranging them to suit whoever it was they were writing. The first steps of personality lost in aid of formality.

When electronic mail became mainstream I’m sure the initial messages were of substance, few people had computers and a minority of them had an account to send to so what you did send was important to them or to you as mail was a rare and special thing.

Now everyone gets at least 3 figures of messages a day, 90% being spam, half a dozen reminders from some other area of the web and a personal mail sent to you by another person. And what format does that most important last piece of mail take? Three sentences? Two? E-mail has become so common place that too infrequently does anything with magnetic content come through.

If you are going to compose a personal communiqué make it a worthwhile occasion for the recipient, make intimate anecdotes, be detailed on trivial occurrences, run your mind thoroughly over the topic without fear of wasting time because every word can lighten a persons day.

Dream #1: The Post Box in a Field one

Let me set the scene for you its a big big open green field and your in the middle of it. So with this little visual aid you might have an idea of how vastly big this empty field it and you are in the middle of it.

So there is absolutely nothing around you now, nothing at all but this bright red post box sitting in the middle of the field, completely out of place because there is nothing else.

Now you understand the expanse that is this field and the oddity of the postbox seeing a tree with a car in it in the middle of the field doesn’t fill it up. If I had jumped to this point straight away you might think this field to be crowded.

So with no hope of getting the car out of this time I set off towards the Post Box, I open it and laying at the bottom are handfulls and handfulls of Golden Pound coins Stirling. So I figure Hmm, must be there for a reason and start to get up when a hand is offered to me, its my Indian nephew as he pulls me up and I feel calm in his presence. We talk about his uncle that I don’t think is me and his tell me that “he likes his hair like that” and that he thinks I’m mischievous.So there you go truly bizarre but to me extremely vivid.

I could make use of that 10,000 Dreams book I have but its far too thick to go through and find out for sure.
Answers on a postcard please.

Every Blog has a first entry…

The inaugural post on what I believe in Psychology they call a tabula rasa, lets hope this is the first of many. So what better to start of than a brief low down on me?

  • Geographically I’m in the UK, home for the holidays for at least a week longer, mooching of the ‘rents is cheap but freedom is priceless.
  • So far professionally I’m doing okay, my practical job, filming an amateur game show ended at the beginning of December, if I can’t get a gig of some sort I’ll be relying on my student loan quicker than a promotional flyer on the street.
  • Romantically, nought, zip, zero, nah-da? You’d have thought that filming 12 beautiful young ladies would’ve opened up something more than first base?
  • And Existentially, I’m a giant floating tomato. 😀

That’s it, usually it’d be a week or so till I next touch this thing but with New Years tomorrow I’ll want to share my shenanigans with you, that is assuming you weren’t part of them.