Last Thursday morning started like any other for so many people. Many people left their loved ones blissfully happy, hurt, disappointed, angry, indifferent or in love not knowing that when they next saw them everything would be different.
Monstrous acts of terrorism do that: they aim to change our lives for ever; to makes us dance the same perverse tarantella of extremism that the perpetrators feel compelled to follow.
We have no defence against this - that's the point. They attack the vulnerable in mundane settings in order to make the ordinary seem impossible. They seek to cow us, to have us capitulate to there whims and will.
If we take up the petrol bomb or write anonymous vitriol and aim it at anyone who may bear some cursory resemblance (remember the paediatrician attacked because some moron thought he was a paedophile just because the two words look alike?) to those we believe to have done this, we join them.
So don't throw your Molotov cocktail for me, you are not my protector; you do not speak for me. You are the bomber on the underground. You are the bomber on the train. You are the rogue pilot of a plane. You are not a saviour, not an avenging angel. You sit shoulder to shoulder with them not me. Your hands are covered in the same blood, your soul indelibly stained with it.
When you attack them, whoever "they" may be, you are a terrorist.
I despise you for it; I reject you for it; I cast you out. You claim a collective impetus as a moral imperative. I do not belong to your collective and I reject your morality.
You are the voice of the mob; you do not speak for me.
You maim our society with your wickedness but not in my name.
NOT IN MY NAME.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
A bit of beauty in an ugly world
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Unexplained absence - explained
Sort of. The only explanation I can give is that I have been trapped in the confines of my own arse for the last three weeks. No particular disaster has befallen me - infact I've had a rather successful month in terms of the Sheweevil against the world (a gratuity of £58 from a utility company and two council workmen attending for the one problem after my cage rattling), I just haven't been able to get to grips with this. And I've missed Cheryl's meme - give it me again and I promise (brownies' honour) to get on with it toot sweet.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Monday, May 30, 2005
Saturday, May 28, 2005
Last call ....
... for A POCKET FULL OF POESY. Submit your words now - no guarantee but we'd love to hear from you.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Dodge City
Just flicking through our local fascist rag (part of the Mail Group) to see if we had any marauding buffalo or anything else remotely like the wild west when I found this was our top story. The NT story which inspired me had a kind of raw integrity: nature red in tooth and claw; all the Herald's story goes to show is that I am not imagining the fact that I live in an urban cesspit of crime and, I hesitate to use the word, lack of respect for the rule of law.
Sorry to sound like Irate of Tonbridge Wells. There is not a Conservative bone in my body infact if I had to lay blame anywhere (and I believe I do) it would fall at the feet of "Make me a channel of your peace" Thatcher and her vandalism. We have become the society-free nation she promised us - it's a legacy of sorts but not one I'd want to be remembered for.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
Cats: to infinity and beyond ...
In memory of Ferdie and in light of the fact my tribute post to him was eaten by blogger (not fair was deleted inadvertently by me) I found this while schmoozing over on Britblog. There I found a blog fairly local to me: Big Magpie. I don't like magpies and it is my only superstition really but I didn't find anything sinister there, instead I found this. Cat-haters are probably well advised not to visit said link and at least it's not a picture of my cat dead.
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
Orkney galore
This week I would mostly prefer being here. It's a property for sale on the fantastic island of Westray and for some reason instead of delighting in downtown Honicknowle I would rather be there, feeding chickens and chasing windblown dogs across a field Check out the fantastic view below.
Bugger Blogger
It ate the bottom of my movie meme post that I worked so hard on - have had to take off all the formatting to make it show up.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
Finally (Build it. Build it, baby) the long awaited MOVIE MEME
Well don't really know where to start with this but as it's turning into a huge and hidden bag of knitting wool (some of which became useful at the weekend but if darning's the sum of it's usefulness it's a shitload of darning) of a thing.
Total Number of Videos/DVDs owned:
Well it depends if you mean of the prerecorded variety or of the ever-so-slightly-illegal-recorded-off-the-telly variety. I'll have to assume that you mean a stramge fusion of the two. I own about two videos of the prerecorded type and several (I'll get no closer than that) of the other. The two are, for what it's worth, Bull Durham and Muriel's Wedding but I haven't watched them for a long time. They were bought for a time when I needed them; I also had Moonstruck and Much Ado about Nothing too. Surrealo Son would regale people by singing Sigh No More Lady, aged 5. But that was all in the life before The Painter.
We have three DVDs in the house - we got a player for Christmas from Mrs Simnel (thank-you) and the disc things were pressies too. So if you want a grand night out drop round for Postman Pat - the ABC years, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Prisoner and some fantastic wailing by Travis.
Hang on a mo, forgotten the questions - need to refer back - (just cut and paste you stupid cow).
Last film I bought:
A boxed set of early (proper) James Bond. Dougray Scott for Bond. Yay!!!!
The last film I watched:
The Dam Busters
Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Well, one film I have to mention I haven't even seen and it's all your fault Mrs Simnel. Poor Huffy and me never got to go and see the Aristocats at the cinema because you had the audacity to be born. I can never forget this - being made to drink bath water is just not a good enough punishment. We had to go to the swimming pool instead and it was a school one made of plastic and it had spiders in it and I COULDN'T SWIM. It's A Wonderful Life, Much Ado about Nothing, Grease and Persuasion with the wonderful Ciaran thingy.
Right Annie, Mary and Ally will that do you?? I'm going to tag Huffy although her blog is not really a blog yet (I'd like to tag Mrs Simnel but she doesn't have one at all), Last Year's Man, Rantz, PhD Monkey and Erin.
Total Number of Videos/DVDs owned:
Well it depends if you mean of the prerecorded variety or of the ever-so-slightly-illegal-recorded-off-the-telly variety. I'll have to assume that you mean a stramge fusion of the two. I own about two videos of the prerecorded type and several (I'll get no closer than that) of the other. The two are, for what it's worth, Bull Durham and Muriel's Wedding but I haven't watched them for a long time. They were bought for a time when I needed them; I also had Moonstruck and Much Ado about Nothing too. Surrealo Son would regale people by singing Sigh No More Lady, aged 5. But that was all in the life before The Painter.
We have three DVDs in the house - we got a player for Christmas from Mrs Simnel (thank-you) and the disc things were pressies too. So if you want a grand night out drop round for Postman Pat - the ABC years, Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Prisoner and some fantastic wailing by Travis.
Hang on a mo, forgotten the questions - need to refer back - (just cut and paste you stupid cow).
Last film I bought:
A boxed set of early (proper) James Bond. Dougray Scott for Bond. Yay!!!!
The last film I watched:
The Dam Busters
Five films that I watch a lot or that mean a lot to me:
Well, one film I have to mention I haven't even seen and it's all your fault Mrs Simnel. Poor Huffy and me never got to go and see the Aristocats at the cinema because you had the audacity to be born. I can never forget this - being made to drink bath water is just not a good enough punishment. We had to go to the swimming pool instead and it was a school one made of plastic and it had spiders in it and I COULDN'T SWIM. It's A Wonderful Life, Much Ado about Nothing, Grease and Persuasion with the wonderful Ciaran thingy.
Right Annie, Mary and Ally will that do you?? I'm going to tag Huffy although her blog is not really a blog yet (I'd like to tag Mrs Simnel but she doesn't have one at all), Last Year's Man, Rantz, PhD Monkey and Erin.
Monday, May 23, 2005
Call for contributors
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Saturday Night, Sunday Morning
Well after watching the worst Eurovison Song Contest I've ever seen and generally recovering from the trauma that has been the loss of my blog, I'm feeling a bit more like writing something.
We went to the allotment yesterday and planted some of the plants from the old house: Rosa 'Jaqueline Du Pre' and Rosa 'William Morris' plus the iris mentioned a couple of weeks ago on the dandelion entry. The iris seems dormant which is unusual for this time of year but it has been the coldest spring I can remember, not in terms of frost or snow but just in the constant northerly airstream. It is not unusual for us to be on the beach in mid-April to mark Arty Daughter's birthday; not this year. Never has the adage "Cast not a clout 'til May is out" been more apt. It's a bit chilly on the willy as they say in some parts.
Aside from that, things are actually growing and I am amazed. I've been quite successful with plants before but growing things from seed is a whole different ball game and even though it's been really chilly things are growing. I'll be getting some photos and posting them here this week. This year it is just a kind of utilitarian veg patch but next year I am going to go for the whole potager effect.
In addition to this I have been linked to by a local news provider. I'm not sure how this makes me feel. I'm pleased in some ways but maybe it'll make me a little more circumspect about what I post - I don't want to become chavscum's most wanted.
It's raining again, not the normal "here, have some water" raindrops but the big fat bastard "Soaked you!!" kind; the kind of loud, in your face, gobbing chavscum of a raindrop. The weeding will have to wait. I've got a windowsill full of things to be planted out soon but they are safe and warm where they are for the moment and there aren't many slugs willing to brave the piss-stained entrance lobby or the broken alcopop bottles kindly deposited by some chavettes on Friday. It used to be that everyone stopped for tea - now it seems that you can't go anywhere without you mango and passionfruit bacardi breezer. It makes drinking woodpecker through a straw seem a bit, well, amateurish.
I am not ignoring the movie meme but I think I have been tagged by three of you now and am fast running out of people to tag back. Will get my laughing gear round it a bit later on.
We went to the allotment yesterday and planted some of the plants from the old house: Rosa 'Jaqueline Du Pre' and Rosa 'William Morris' plus the iris mentioned a couple of weeks ago on the dandelion entry. The iris seems dormant which is unusual for this time of year but it has been the coldest spring I can remember, not in terms of frost or snow but just in the constant northerly airstream. It is not unusual for us to be on the beach in mid-April to mark Arty Daughter's birthday; not this year. Never has the adage "Cast not a clout 'til May is out" been more apt. It's a bit chilly on the willy as they say in some parts.
Aside from that, things are actually growing and I am amazed. I've been quite successful with plants before but growing things from seed is a whole different ball game and even though it's been really chilly things are growing. I'll be getting some photos and posting them here this week. This year it is just a kind of utilitarian veg patch but next year I am going to go for the whole potager effect.
In addition to this I have been linked to by a local news provider. I'm not sure how this makes me feel. I'm pleased in some ways but maybe it'll make me a little more circumspect about what I post - I don't want to become chavscum's most wanted.
It's raining again, not the normal "here, have some water" raindrops but the big fat bastard "Soaked you!!" kind; the kind of loud, in your face, gobbing chavscum of a raindrop. The weeding will have to wait. I've got a windowsill full of things to be planted out soon but they are safe and warm where they are for the moment and there aren't many slugs willing to brave the piss-stained entrance lobby or the broken alcopop bottles kindly deposited by some chavettes on Friday. It used to be that everyone stopped for tea - now it seems that you can't go anywhere without you mango and passionfruit bacardi breezer. It makes drinking woodpecker through a straw seem a bit, well, amateurish.
I am not ignoring the movie meme but I think I have been tagged by three of you now and am fast running out of people to tag back. Will get my laughing gear round it a bit later on.
Friday, May 20, 2005
More finger trouble
Well, finger trouble seems to be reigning supreme. Hello has just refused the picture I want to send so I'll try another, once again courtesy of the talented Mr. Morris. Happy Friday. If anyone has any record of the old sheweevil site can you contact me. Trying to put things back togerther is not that easy.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Finger trouble
It seems that I have inadvertently deleted the whole thing in a moment of distraction.
Normal service will be resumed shortly - I hope.
Normal service will be resumed shortly - I hope.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
April (part) Archive
Monday, April 11, 2005
Bronze fennel by John Morris
posted by She Weevil @ 8:50 AM 0 comments
And now for something completely different ...
When I’m not banging on about games, I spend a lot of time thinking about gardening. If you visit regularly you will know that we have just got a tenancy on an allotment. No big deal to some, I know, but we live in a flat and have been used to having a garden, so to us it is.
It’s not really a tortuous process, it just seems like it. John’s gone to get the key this morning but we did visit on Saturday morning and measure up. The plot’s long and narrow (about 50’ x 14’ in old money) but it’s got a nice open aspect and the soil looks like a good fertile loam.
The plot has been cleared as well which is a bonus and turned over. I’m hoping the rain’ll keep off for a couple of days so that the weeds don’t all spring into life. Now furnished with the actual dimensions I have spent the weekend drawing anally retentive scale diagrams and planting schemes and trying to get my head around crop rotation. We had more of a potager affair at the old house. The garden there was mainly perennial flowers – a typical cottage garden really – with fruit trees, herbs, roses some potatoes and courgettes, tomatoes, aubergines and chillies in pots.
Going from that to a garden where only 10% can be ornamental is quite a contrast but something we are really looking forward to. We are not food snobs; that’s a lie, we probably are. We enjoy good food cooked with fresh ingredients – we understand the pot noodle horn we just don’t get it that often.
Anyway, over the course of the weekend I found a great new magazine called Grow Your Own – it’s only been out for a couple of months and it looks really excellent. There is loads of info on chickens and bees (two pipe dreams) and lots of advice and information on different vegetables, including the problems of fennel as a companion plant.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:42 AM 3 comments
Geeks of the world unite, you have nothing to use but your brains
So, you must all be thinking I’m some sort of geek now. Well you would be right in a way. I think we all have a geek quotient; just some of us are more prepared to reveal it than others.
I’m at ease with this; the geek is my ‘authentic self’ to quote Dr. Phil.
I did sit for 23 minutes trying to work out what the hell Rantz was talking about in the previous entry’s comments. No, that’s a lie; I decided to blog about it instead. I will try later on, but it’s still morning here and the caffeine hasn’t quite kicked in.
Why do I waste my time on these puzzle/game/conundrum type thingies?
A number of possibilities really:
I have the mind of a thirteen year old boy and the attention span to match;
I am a thirteen year old boy masquerading as an old hag called Sheweevil and that there physiog is a picture of my mum;
I am interested in the power of the collective mind.
Judge for yourself. I found Perplex City through a site called Collective Detective (which now seems to be mainly a marketing tool), through a puzzle called Virtuquest puzzle cube. Our Colony was through an approach on here.
I’ll try not to bore you with it all but to paraphrase a friend, Millysoo (you know who you are), we don’t need to be penis-enabled or pubescent to flex the old, grey matter now and again.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:14 AM 0 comments
Sunday, April 10, 2005
20000 CMWKTRW
Hello to everyone visiting from Our Colony.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:44 AM 10 comments
Friday, April 08, 2005
Wet Patch @ Zygote in My Coffee in May
I'm published, I'm published! Onwards and upwards. It isn't London Magazine but it's a start. This is thanks in part to the Madbaggage, you know that rambling one and to Gremlinsmom at Fanstory. It will spur me on to bigger things. Just need to go and sharpen my pencil.
Oh and here's my poem (again):
Wet Patch
You know
love has lost its lure
when the wet patch
is no longer
the romantic demonstration
of his spent love;
once it becomes
a clammy presumption
it's time to throw in the towel.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:40 AM 4 comments
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Hooray for Plymouth City Council ...
Park Services department. We got our tenancy through this morning for the allotment, backdated to 1 April. My seeds have also come and I'm very, very, unusually excited. This may be strange behaviour for a woman of a certain age, I admit it, but I don't care. Of course the weather looks pretty awful: typically British April showers with the possibility of snow thrown in for tomorrow. I don't know what the weather pixie is saying about this (she does sometimes lie) but it's looking a bit black outside. It'll probably chuck it down in a mo.
What to do first though? Well get some tools would be a good idea. All my tools as well as all my plants are at the old house. Sigh.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:31 AM 3 comments
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Even more boots
posted by She Weevil @ 9:52 AM 0 comments
Boots again
posted by She Weevil @ 9:32 AM 3 comments
Monday, April 04, 2005
These boots are made for walking ...
Not a favourite with the Chavettes, this is what Arty Daughter was given for Christmas by The Painter. Eat your heart out Julie Birchill
posted by She Weevil @ 4:00 PM 10 comments
Hieland Coos
or Highland Cows as you might also say, have been an enduring favourite of mine since I first met them in Edinburgh Zoo when I was a very little Sheweevil indeed. As far as I can tell from their website they don't have them there anymore. Let me know where they've gone if you know. Because of my thick red hair it was a pet name.
And I'll link to any blog with a picture of one on, like the PS Life blog I found courtesy of Rantz' sidebar. I love them.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:53 AM 1 comments
ol school ... gimme 30
If this means anything to you please leave a comment.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:07 AM 1 comments
A message to you ...
I wrote to Scarlett this morning:
Hi Scarlett
Just extending Earth greetings to you on your lovely blog. I've blogrolled you and put a piece about your blog on my own blog (the link below). I've got you in my bloglines too so I can keep up with all your news. I'd really love to have a look at some of your stuff in The Column; do you have a URL for this? If you need to contact us at all you can always leave a message in the comments on my own blog.
Really lovely job.
Sheweevil
and got this reply (the auto respond email thateveryone is getting)
Hi! Thanks for writing to me. I've been receiving so many emails lately, I'm not going to be able to reply to them all, but I will be reading every one :)
Love,Scarlett.
as she says, she's reading everyone. Be nice if this became a bit of a conduit.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:04 AM 0 comments
Saturday, April 02, 2005
The Scarlett Kite
Yes, I realise that my various, slightly obsessional meanderings into the depth and breadth of the internet are displacement activities. But there you are.
You will also know, if you read here regularly, that I keep banging on about a place/thing/game (I can legitimately call it that now) called Perplex City.
Perpelx City is a game. To be more specific it is an ARG. There was a pregame teasy bit where they set up their staff and put the game together and gave those who were interested tantalising tastes of what was to come.
The game started in earnest earlier this year with a series of newspaper adds in the classified section of major Earth newspapers. Each add contained a snippet of an article, effectively a jigsaw puzzle to piece together. The Perplex City Sentinel went live on March 21. More tantalising titbits. In amongst the furniture, some clues. The word Scarlet spelled out in a list of personnel. And now this.
I don't claim to be the clever so-and-so that found it (Brat-sampson was the first to post it) but I bet I'm the first to blogroll it.
The site is well designed - nice and clean, lots of white space for ease of reading. The cartoonist has been busy again coming up with some pictures of Scarlett. She got a page for media links which she says she's got to update. As for looking further into what she says: she says that everything she gets goes through the Academy so maybe we do need to place a classified add, here on Earth and tell her where it is. Just a thought. Iona Rodie may also be an avenue to pursue.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:27 AM 1 comments
Friday, April 01, 2005
Weather Pixie
posted by She Weevil @ 4:42 PM 4 comments
Prince Charming, Prince Charming ...
... Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
What is going on with the Prince of Wales? A life spent as an understudy must surely include an element of frustration. The goodwill that the heir to the throne was the subject of for the first part of his life has largely been squandered.
Is this a product of a cynical and unkind society or is the cynical and unkind society a product of an establishment who took the goodwill of the people as a birthright? It may be that the people's faith has always been misplaced and abused but in an information rich environment like we have today and with a populous that is, on the whole, to varying degrees of efficacy, literate, you have to behave with a decorum and poise in order to maintain a respect earned on the coat-tail of somebody else.
If you do things that reduce the respect people have for you don't expect it not to be news worthy. If people feel that you betrayed not only your wife but people who believed that you were a good man, fit to be King, don't be surprised if they are not interested in your personal happiness. If you live like the rabble then expect the rabble to subsume you.
Don't be surprised when they turn around and dismiss your problems with the press as a stick you have cultivated for yourself, organically of course.
posted by She Weevil @ 11:06 AM 3 comments
Bronze fennel by John Morris
posted by She Weevil @ 8:50 AM 0 comments
And now for something completely different ...
When I’m not banging on about games, I spend a lot of time thinking about gardening. If you visit regularly you will know that we have just got a tenancy on an allotment. No big deal to some, I know, but we live in a flat and have been used to having a garden, so to us it is.
It’s not really a tortuous process, it just seems like it. John’s gone to get the key this morning but we did visit on Saturday morning and measure up. The plot’s long and narrow (about 50’ x 14’ in old money) but it’s got a nice open aspect and the soil looks like a good fertile loam.
The plot has been cleared as well which is a bonus and turned over. I’m hoping the rain’ll keep off for a couple of days so that the weeds don’t all spring into life. Now furnished with the actual dimensions I have spent the weekend drawing anally retentive scale diagrams and planting schemes and trying to get my head around crop rotation. We had more of a potager affair at the old house. The garden there was mainly perennial flowers – a typical cottage garden really – with fruit trees, herbs, roses some potatoes and courgettes, tomatoes, aubergines and chillies in pots.
Going from that to a garden where only 10% can be ornamental is quite a contrast but something we are really looking forward to. We are not food snobs; that’s a lie, we probably are. We enjoy good food cooked with fresh ingredients – we understand the pot noodle horn we just don’t get it that often.
Anyway, over the course of the weekend I found a great new magazine called Grow Your Own – it’s only been out for a couple of months and it looks really excellent. There is loads of info on chickens and bees (two pipe dreams) and lots of advice and information on different vegetables, including the problems of fennel as a companion plant.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:42 AM 3 comments
Geeks of the world unite, you have nothing to use but your brains
So, you must all be thinking I’m some sort of geek now. Well you would be right in a way. I think we all have a geek quotient; just some of us are more prepared to reveal it than others.
I’m at ease with this; the geek is my ‘authentic self’ to quote Dr. Phil.
I did sit for 23 minutes trying to work out what the hell Rantz was talking about in the previous entry’s comments. No, that’s a lie; I decided to blog about it instead. I will try later on, but it’s still morning here and the caffeine hasn’t quite kicked in.
Why do I waste my time on these puzzle/game/conundrum type thingies?
A number of possibilities really:
I have the mind of a thirteen year old boy and the attention span to match;
I am a thirteen year old boy masquerading as an old hag called Sheweevil and that there physiog is a picture of my mum;
I am interested in the power of the collective mind.
Judge for yourself. I found Perplex City through a site called Collective Detective (which now seems to be mainly a marketing tool), through a puzzle called Virtuquest puzzle cube. Our Colony was through an approach on here.
I’ll try not to bore you with it all but to paraphrase a friend, Millysoo (you know who you are), we don’t need to be penis-enabled or pubescent to flex the old, grey matter now and again.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:14 AM 0 comments
Sunday, April 10, 2005
20000 CMWKTRW
Hello to everyone visiting from Our Colony.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:44 AM 10 comments
Friday, April 08, 2005
Wet Patch @ Zygote in My Coffee in May
I'm published, I'm published! Onwards and upwards. It isn't London Magazine but it's a start. This is thanks in part to the Madbaggage, you know that rambling one and to Gremlinsmom at Fanstory. It will spur me on to bigger things. Just need to go and sharpen my pencil.
Oh and here's my poem (again):
Wet Patch
You know
love has lost its lure
when the wet patch
is no longer
the romantic demonstration
of his spent love;
once it becomes
a clammy presumption
it's time to throw in the towel.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:40 AM 4 comments
Thursday, April 07, 2005
Hooray for Plymouth City Council ...
Park Services department. We got our tenancy through this morning for the allotment, backdated to 1 April. My seeds have also come and I'm very, very, unusually excited. This may be strange behaviour for a woman of a certain age, I admit it, but I don't care. Of course the weather looks pretty awful: typically British April showers with the possibility of snow thrown in for tomorrow. I don't know what the weather pixie is saying about this (she does sometimes lie) but it's looking a bit black outside. It'll probably chuck it down in a mo.
What to do first though? Well get some tools would be a good idea. All my tools as well as all my plants are at the old house. Sigh.
posted by She Weevil @ 8:31 AM 3 comments
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Even more boots
posted by She Weevil @ 9:52 AM 0 comments
Boots again
posted by She Weevil @ 9:32 AM 3 comments
Monday, April 04, 2005
These boots are made for walking ...
Not a favourite with the Chavettes, this is what Arty Daughter was given for Christmas by The Painter. Eat your heart out Julie Birchill
posted by She Weevil @ 4:00 PM 10 comments
Hieland Coos
or Highland Cows as you might also say, have been an enduring favourite of mine since I first met them in Edinburgh Zoo when I was a very little Sheweevil indeed. As far as I can tell from their website they don't have them there anymore. Let me know where they've gone if you know. Because of my thick red hair it was a pet name.
And I'll link to any blog with a picture of one on, like the PS Life blog I found courtesy of Rantz' sidebar. I love them.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:53 AM 1 comments
ol school ... gimme 30
If this means anything to you please leave a comment.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:07 AM 1 comments
A message to you ...
I wrote to Scarlett this morning:
Hi Scarlett
Just extending Earth greetings to you on your lovely blog. I've blogrolled you and put a piece about your blog on my own blog (the link below). I've got you in my bloglines too so I can keep up with all your news. I'd really love to have a look at some of your stuff in The Column; do you have a URL for this? If you need to contact us at all you can always leave a message in the comments on my own blog.
Really lovely job.
Sheweevil
and got this reply (the auto respond email thateveryone is getting)
Hi! Thanks for writing to me. I've been receiving so many emails lately, I'm not going to be able to reply to them all, but I will be reading every one :)
Love,Scarlett.
as she says, she's reading everyone. Be nice if this became a bit of a conduit.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:04 AM 0 comments
Saturday, April 02, 2005
The Scarlett Kite
Yes, I realise that my various, slightly obsessional meanderings into the depth and breadth of the internet are displacement activities. But there you are.
You will also know, if you read here regularly, that I keep banging on about a place/thing/game (I can legitimately call it that now) called Perplex City.
Perpelx City is a game. To be more specific it is an ARG. There was a pregame teasy bit where they set up their staff and put the game together and gave those who were interested tantalising tastes of what was to come.
The game started in earnest earlier this year with a series of newspaper adds in the classified section of major Earth newspapers. Each add contained a snippet of an article, effectively a jigsaw puzzle to piece together. The Perplex City Sentinel went live on March 21. More tantalising titbits. In amongst the furniture, some clues. The word Scarlet spelled out in a list of personnel. And now this.
I don't claim to be the clever so-and-so that found it (Brat-sampson was the first to post it) but I bet I'm the first to blogroll it.
The site is well designed - nice and clean, lots of white space for ease of reading. The cartoonist has been busy again coming up with some pictures of Scarlett. She got a page for media links which she says she's got to update. As for looking further into what she says: she says that everything she gets goes through the Academy so maybe we do need to place a classified add, here on Earth and tell her where it is. Just a thought. Iona Rodie may also be an avenue to pursue.
posted by She Weevil @ 9:27 AM 1 comments
Friday, April 01, 2005
Weather Pixie
posted by She Weevil @ 4:42 PM 4 comments
Prince Charming, Prince Charming ...
... Ridicule is nothing to be scared of.
What is going on with the Prince of Wales? A life spent as an understudy must surely include an element of frustration. The goodwill that the heir to the throne was the subject of for the first part of his life has largely been squandered.
Is this a product of a cynical and unkind society or is the cynical and unkind society a product of an establishment who took the goodwill of the people as a birthright? It may be that the people's faith has always been misplaced and abused but in an information rich environment like we have today and with a populous that is, on the whole, to varying degrees of efficacy, literate, you have to behave with a decorum and poise in order to maintain a respect earned on the coat-tail of somebody else.
If you do things that reduce the respect people have for you don't expect it not to be news worthy. If people feel that you betrayed not only your wife but people who believed that you were a good man, fit to be King, don't be surprised if they are not interested in your personal happiness. If you live like the rabble then expect the rabble to subsume you.
Don't be surprised when they turn around and dismiss your problems with the press as a stick you have cultivated for yourself, organically of course.
posted by She Weevil @ 11:06 AM 3 comments
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