As of this morning, Google Reader tells me I have 947 unread articles to view. Of these, a third are from the BBC news website telling me things about politicians I no longer recognise, celebrities I've never heard of, and sporting events in which I have no interest. Over a hundred each are from TechCrunch (companies I've never heard of going bust while trying to do things I don't understand), Wired (ditto), io9 (providing me with spoilers for programmes I'll never watch and the plots of films I'll never get around to watching), and SciFi Wire (ditto). My twitter feed tells me all about the mundane lives of Graham Linehan , Stephen Fry , Jonathan Ross , Lily Allen and other people I don't know, doing things I'm not really that interested in. Let's not get started on Facebook. Time for a cull. Blogs down to a minimum, twitter down to people I have communicated with in some form.
Eight years since I last posted on this blog, that I'd almost forgotten existed. Time to perform some digital necromancy, and see if I can resurrect this thing before Blogger gets turned off. More than half the posts on here were done via Posterous - a service that no longer exists, so the posts themselves make little sense any more (no images if they were hosted on posterous, links that go nowhere). From what I remember, Posterous' big selling point was being able to send blog posts via email and have it do all the formatting and presentation for you. It would also then syndicate out that post to whatever other sources you wanted - like Blogger, for instance, or Facebook. They got into the blogging business just as everyone moved onto social media, and they never worked out how to make any money. I'll go through and delete all the useless posts over the next few days. So many online services are dead and gone (or dying), that at the time I thought were great. Remembe
The Internet made me buy "Boneshaker", by Cherie Priest. Much lauded by electric curmudgeon Warren Ellis, geeky actor Wil Wheaton, amongst others, this steampunk/zombie adventure proved to be a good read. Exciting, different, fun. I'd steered clear of "The Time Traveller's Wife" for no particularly good reason other than that stupid form of snobbery that dictates that the popular isn't cool. I'd read reviews that essentially said this was science fiction that's ok to like even if you're not a sad geek. I'd also read reviews from the other side that said it wasn't SF enough, and merely recycled old tropes. Usually, people who use the word "trope" are wankers. It happened to be on prominent display, thanks to the film I suppose, when I wandered into Borders so I gave it a go. It is good. Really good. Funny, likeable characters. A simple love story complicated and enlivened by the main character's temporal disability. P
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