tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71267302011-10-06T18:58:49.835ZNew culture injection at keyboardpoint + attack journalism + pop-culture analysis + drunken musing = [The Rhexis].Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.comBlogger3141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-61517719378382931692009-02-16T15:06:00.000Z2009-02-16T15:14:23.700Z

I have an issue with conspiracy theories. The issue is not so much that they exist (that would seem to be an inevitability, especially in the age of the internet), but that I have repeatedly seen otherwise intelligent, rational people become completely drawn into these theories without ever apparently noticing the faulty logic and massive confirmation bias required to sustain such ideas.I can

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-48487393750656812202007-05-17T04:01:00.000Z2007-05-17T04:11:18.629Z

We can't apologise enough for the complete lack of content here over the past few months.However, we have not been idle. Although they've been slowed by a traumatic computer crash, duodenum-splinteringly exciting new projects are on their way.Not least:* A 6-part radio comedy series, with sketches, music and funny noises to boot, entitled Rust* A new Fearful Symmetries album, entitled The

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1169684516514466332007-01-25T00:16:00.000Z2007-01-25T00:21:56.543Z

A new development in the battle against the corporation: customer collects debt from the Royal Bank of Scotland.Daily Mail (sorry) online article.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1169004144379199092007-01-17T03:18:00.000Z2007-01-17T03:37:09.590Z

rhexisMUSIC IS PROUD TO UNVEIL ITS SPARKLING NEW r!0tp*p CATALOGUE!Simply click the large, friendly rhexisMUSIC link to the left!THREE LONG-PLAY ALBUMS! Including the BRAND BUGGERING NEW Satellite B LP!ONE EXTENDED-PLAY ALBUM! From gutter heart-throbs Pontius Pilot!MANY SINGLES AND DEMO TRACKS! Not to mention Sugar Rush from the mind-scissoring guitar-porn madhood of indy-punk barbers The

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1168804308900650182007-01-14T19:50:00.000Z2007-01-15T07:44:18.840Z

The new rhexisMUSIC site, with free, efficient, tagged downloads of all Rhexis r!0tp*p opuses, will be up and running later today.Do pay a visit. We will have more than fifty tracks - including four brand new ones - available for free and immediate download./SXV

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1168800105380169902007-01-14T18:34:00.000Z2007-01-14T18:41:45.383Z

For your audiocognitive dysfunxion:Forget-Me-NotA Music-Hall Love StoryMusic and Lyrics Sable X. VeinsVox, Guitars, Keyboard SXVClarinet Withiel S. BlackPercussion WSB and SXV in BuzzProduction and Engineering WSB in AudacityBroken and lonely and drifting;Shifting, scraping slide.Treadplate for ribs and sick dick,Boot-blacking stars on the side.I don't want youTo ever find out whyI left so

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1165263997999436702006-12-04T20:24:00.000Z2006-12-04T21:07:27.636Z

Glósóli by Sigur RósIf this draws no salt from behind your eyes, question the tar in your heart. Question it; it does not belong in such a place.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1163033958839419662006-11-09T00:57:00.000Z2006-12-04T20:19:07.893Z

Run Wrake on motionographer.com

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1159831005088673272006-10-02T22:48:00.000Z2006-10-02T23:17:44.743Z

The above is the slogan for the Tory Party Conference in Bournemouth. "A New Direction". Say it. Say it again. Roll it over your tongue. Sounds a bit like something a bit rude, doesn't it? In fact, now I think about it, it sounds EXACTLY like "A Nude Erection". Right. Let's try a very simple attempt at a bit of a meme here.This is David Cameron. He understands the working man's plight, having

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1158787436302183392006-09-20T21:08:00.000Z2006-09-20T21:23:56.393Z

Rose F. Akay proxy SXV.Led Zeppelin – Whole Lotta LoveThe Who – My GenerationSex Pistols – Anarchy In The UKMadonna – Material GirlTake That – PrayABBA – Money, Money, MoneyFrankie Goes To Hollywood – RelaxQueen – Bohemian RhapsodyThe Beatles – Let It BeThe Rolling Stones – Ruby TuesdayRobbie Williams – AngelsSex Pistols – God Save The QueenT-Rex – Get It On Setting: A Bar.It is late, well past

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1157928344358687752006-09-10T22:39:00.000Z2006-09-20T21:40:32.896Z

I apologise to all of you beforehand: I'm not good at expressing myself in written form - a scientist trying to speak to "Poet-warriors"! The inspiration for this comes from a song I've been listening to recently:You might call me damaged goods,But I'm one of a kind.And if you're thinking about changing my direction,Don't mess with imperfection."Don't Mess With Imperfection" - Saving JaneI claim

wynutterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12124332172982174353noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1157555224015116872006-09-06T15:01:00.000Z2006-09-06T15:07:04.046Z

John Stewart compares UK and US Town Hall MeetingsThis is more of a test to see if I can get embeds to work in Blogger's special, special brand of html than an actual post. Also to tell you hobbledehoys to go and read the rhexisCOMMUNITY, because there are large articles and fiction going down there.

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1156698904878440112006-08-27T16:58:00.000Z2006-09-01T02:48:20.040Z

In the hope of reigniting debate and discussion, The Rhexis has formed a LiveJournal community, designed to operate in place of the failed discussion board that was implemented in summer 2005.This community will be open to anyone who wishes to join, and everyone will have the right to comment and discuss all topics posted there. Posting will be limited to writers we already know, and anyone who

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1156696907155160332006-08-27T16:32:00.000Z2006-08-27T16:41:47.193Z

Cross-post to the new Rhexis discussion board on LiveJournal - more on that later on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!For your aural blood-letting, the second recording of my voice on the internuts (the first, a song entitled "Sugar Rush", a two-minute rock oddysey by The Harmonic Discords, can be found here.Find below the second, written for but never performed by The HDs, and now recorded in the

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1154777054952854922006-08-05T11:17:00.000Z2006-08-05T11:24:15.000Z

Can you all hear me? Good. Sit down. Stop masturbating in the back row. I said stop, not accelerate! You there! If I see that existential horror once more this period I shall have to -- SHUT UP ALL OF YOU.Due to the geographical relocation of a number of "prominent" Rhexis personages, posting frequency may suffer from brief interrup--STOP SETTING FIRE TO ROBERT KILROY SI--no, no, do carry

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1154291346595234632006-07-30T20:25:00.000Z2006-07-30T20:29:06.623Z

The first issue of Girlistic, an online feminist magazine, has selected the article "Fuck off with your "non-invasive procedures" - I'm a poet-warrior!" (see original post in April 2006 Archive) by our own Kedazzle for its pilot issue, due out in December of this year of our Lord.Kedazzle has requested that Girlistic refer her article back to The Rhexis, and they have agreed so to refer.Hats off

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1154286663372571312006-07-30T19:07:00.000Z2006-07-30T19:11:03.406Z

I find it very, very hard to give a damn about the Middle East. I know that's not right, and it's certainly not in general character, but it's true.When this latest tiring episode of the petty, bitter, and seemingly interminable turmoil in that region was reported, BBC News ran the headline "MIDDLE EAST CRISIS". When, since my birth or yours, has it not been in crisis? This series of erosive

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1153856080787259072006-07-25T19:26:00.000Z2006-07-25T19:34:40.826Z

Yes, you read what I wrote. It is illegal for any bank, building society, or credit union to invoice you for any quantity of cash beyond the actual expenses you have incurred them. So states Common Law, Statute, and consumer rights as dictated by the Office of Fair Trading.So, follow these steps, and with the information gathered, send your bank this letter, and you can kiss your over-the-odds

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1153344072298594042006-07-19T21:17:00.000Z2006-07-22T19:50:49.736Z

An e-mail I picked up a little late.Nick Clegg MP to [SXV]Today we won an unprecedented victory against the Government in a debate on the lop-sided Extradition Treaty with the United States.Three former employees of Nat West bank, together with south Londoner Babar Ahmed and up to 20 more British residents, face extradition to the United States under a treaty signed in 2003 that grants fewer

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1153165790746139762006-07-17T19:03:00.000Z2006-07-17T19:49:50.920Z

I had a very interesting argument the other day. I was attempting, on the behalf of a friend of mine, to persuade the gentleman in question of the disturbing implications of a National Identity Card system, and, disturbingly, not doing very well. I brought out all the usual points - the general iniquity of the current administration, the violation of the right to privacy, the fact that it's

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1152906557792515132006-07-14T19:14:00.000Z2006-07-14T19:49:29.733Z

Swallowed my prozac wrong again this evening, leaving a small, acid lump at the back of my throat that makes it fuzzily difficult to swallow. Nonetheless, I am tentatively sipping sweet, black coffee, trying to stab my mind more awake, sting myself into writing the first scene of the new play. Outside the window that won't open, deep shadows are gouging out the contours of the little terraces on

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1152550058130875942006-07-10T16:43:00.000Z2006-07-10T16:47:38.160Z

Withiel and rhexisMUSIC present a 2.5 intarwub single release from the forthcoming album Mr. Atomy's Blues Hypothesis:SIDE ONE: I LOST MY FIRST LOVE TO THE NIGHT.SIDE TWO: THE MORNING AFTER THE END OF THE WAR.SPECIAL BONUS YAY: SUFFRAGETTE CITY (Bowie cover)[This music is copyright "Withiel Black", 2006, but you're free to download and distribute it amongst as many friends, acquaintances and

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1151674052321346992006-06-30T13:21:00.000Z2006-07-02T09:51:51.950Z

I have recently received some pages from a new thriller to be published next year by Puffin Books. I'm talking of Ronald Potter's ongoing "A Ship to a Far Sea" saga, of course. The indefinitely long trilogy of books began with the transvestite novel "Tratchenbute/Tratchenbuta", continued with the failed sequel "I Just Want to Be With You Tratchenbute", and is finally (possibly) concluding with "A

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1151161700641783792006-06-23T23:46:00.000Z2006-06-27T17:27:46.043Z

DATELINE: Oxford, babyASSUMPTION: "I want to be straight! I want to be straight! I'm sick and tired of taking drugs and staying up late!" (Thanks to Ian Dury, Esq.) KEDAZZLE. English Student. Poet-warrior. Renegade Mime. VEINS, Sable X. Waster. Dramatist. Renegade Mime. BLACK, Withiel S. English Student. Artist. Renegade Mime.So, [writes Withiel] it being late in the evening and

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1149268185687940592006-06-02T17:02:00.000Z2006-06-27T17:34:45.953Z

As I've wasted a whole afternoon on these things, thought I'd at least stick them somewhere they'd be seen. They're dreadfully self-reflexive; never mind, that's always ever so slightly the point. The first one might seem a little bit tastless, so much as I hate explanatory notes, it might help to know that in younger and more innocent days I was a speaker at the travelling Anne Frank foundation

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1149264195759625292006-06-02T15:56:00.000Z2006-06-02T16:03:15.800Z

BURN THE WITCHES! BURN THE WITCHES!A veritable feast of innacuracy and bigotry.Heh... I've brought you a new toy...

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1148261338131695642006-05-22T01:20:00.000Z2006-05-22T01:28:58.160Z

You have eight days.You have eight days.You have eight days.You have eight days.You have eight days.All passport applications received after the end of THIS MONTH will require biometric data to be taken.You have eight days.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1147657380158264462006-05-15T01:29:00.000Z2006-05-15T01:43:00.946Z

I"There's a fucking funfair blocking off the entire Tory-ridden centre of my hometown and I'd rather do laundry and file tax papers?" I shudder and pull on my jacket.[Funfair.]Poor kid. Just upset and drunk. Just wants to be left alone. Drunk and angry, head hung from hooded shoulders, dripping itchily down the witching-hour pavements through half-dismantled fair rides, and rigged fairground

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1147388801645882132006-05-11T22:28:00.000Z2006-05-11T23:06:41.676Z

MY POETS, LADYBOYS, AND REPROBATES!PRESENTING, FOR YOUR DELIGHT AND DISSERTATION, THE RHEXIS' NEWEST EXPONENT OF CONTRACULTURAL VITRIOL AND INCISIVE TEXTUAL ASSAULT: ROSE F. AKAY.For his first offering, Mr. Akay has chosen to return to the topic of Bono and the MPH campaign.[Copy.]The State of BonoGas-bagging über-humanitarian Bono celebrated his forty-sixth birthday yesterday. So, what better

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1147272516941753582006-05-10T14:47:00.000Z2006-05-10T14:48:36.976Z

Jesus fuck am I stoned.

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1147215719763739282006-05-09T23:00:00.000Z2006-05-09T23:02:04.696Z

E-mail, found today in spam folder, dated 19th April.I sadly 'dated' this prawn from Sept 2004 to Jan 2005. I would love to add tidbits should there be any fresh news re: the new report findings.Only brave enough to lift head over parapet now....Confirmation of my knowing him?Old phone number of his: 07808 319 370 (his emergency line lol)msn sign in name: Thumperbunny2. He spent hours on msn

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1147131483217131762006-05-08T23:34:00.000Z2006-05-09T18:05:19.246Z

Most of you have probably seen this, but for those that haven't... Thank You Stephen Colbert.

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1146763248520537252006-05-04T17:19:00.000Z2006-05-04T17:20:48.570Z

Bastards on the run. Faith in political system slightly restored. Weather continues fine.

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1146744592501050892006-05-04T11:45:00.000Z2006-05-04T12:09:52.533Z

Setting: quiet residential road in Gerrards Cross - home of the rich, selfish, arrogant, inhuman, and rude. A quiet, sunny spring afternoon. Enter Paddy, SXV, and Harry from around a corner.Paddy You guys stay here; I don't want them thinking I've brought an army to walk the dogs.Exit Paddy through some sort of triple-fortified potcullis to collect the aforementioned hounds. Bored, SXV picks a

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1146743050982939672006-05-04T11:24:00.000Z2006-05-04T11:44:11.010Z

I found the following objectionable, superlatively puerile, doctored chain-letter posted as a MySpace bulletin today. I thought I would share it with you only because doing this to drippy bullshit-mail is an Interweb equivalent of tearing it up and writing "RETURN TO SENDER" on the envelope. Edited for netslang and appalling SPAG, but not for content.Subject: I ALMOST WANKED!Body: Mandy and

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1146180267321512532006-04-27T23:23:00.000Z2006-04-27T23:24:27.346Z

It's unanimous, folks.BBC coverage./SXV

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1145733125233014362006-04-22T19:11:00.000Z2006-04-22T19:12:51.260Z

(Lifts megaphone to lips.) REMEMBER ID CARDS? REMEMBER THE NATIONAL IDENTITY REGISTER? REMEMBER POLITICS?WAKE back up, children. Developments to date:1939 The National Registration Act is passed, introducing compulsory identity cards; the cards were seen as a way of protecting the nation from Nazi spies.1952 Winston Churchill's government scraps ID cards on the grounds that they were not

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1145590709247145072006-04-21T02:13:00.000Z2006-04-22T19:11:34.206Z

It is darktime.Smoke and tears cloud my albion eyes.The People are asleep, or feel that they ought so to be.I mount my mechanical steed. Slightly broken, it trundles over rutted roads and slides cross slim slopes to the shining scene.Slow but short, I cycle blithely through the spite of rudely rueful countryside. Countless specks array my eyes as nothing shines out but everything counts;

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1145470170277313092006-04-19T18:00:00.000Z2006-04-19T23:40:12.116Z

I have been reading through the Rhexis archives and it strikes me that this site has been rather loaded in the direction of Angry Young Man ranting. Clearly things need to be evened up a little. So here's a vaguely kinky feminist offering, and yes, it's slightly arsey and fluffy and poetic and I wrote it at eleven o'clock this morning after eating a packet of Pro-Plus. Commentbots, shoot me down.

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1145326929181716512006-04-18T02:20:00.000Z2006-04-18T02:22:09.196Z

I am perched in a tree in the middle of Oxford late at night, smoke curling gently from my lips before being stolen away by the same mischievous wind that is running through my hair and playing amongst the leaves. There's a thousand and one thoughts rushing through my head at a million and one miles and hour as I stare out at the City. Suddenly, they all stop at once and are replaced by a

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1144906501244021692006-04-13T05:34:00.000Z2006-04-16T23:37:13.463Z

Hah.So. Here I am. It's six in the morning, and I've got the whole big, windy country to myself. All its hills and motorways, and the valleys and the high rises. All asleep, quiescent in the bird-noisy grey of predawn. Red lights on the pylons still, and the whirr of the milk-freight, and it all belongs to the few still awake. A living picture of possibility. Pastel and promise. The aerials are

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1144461032658973242006-04-08T01:46:00.000Z2006-04-12T23:52:56.513Z

It has recently come to my attention that people on cruises, such as the one my mother’s school is taking to Egypt, are advised by the tour operators to cover their legs and arms. Foolishly thinking that this had something to do with insect bites or sunburn I nodded in passive acknowledgement as she told me. Later, after a heavy day’s shopping in which her wardrobe was refilled to accommodate

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1144196464791072592006-04-04T23:08:00.000Z2006-04-05T00:25:18.353Z

Why the fuck would anyone work in theatre?The day before yesterday (chronologically), or yesterday (experientially sequentially), I spent thirteen hours at the theatre, and then five hours drinking and crying.Late, I found solace and comfort in spending five hours of that day singlehandedly painting most of the set. Later, I found my emotions exposed and burning in the caustic atmosphere of the

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143913007075228342006-03-31T18:05:00.000Z2006-04-03T00:23:43.373Z

I've been thinking a lot lately about the interaction of art and politics, and the fact that whilst people can discuss that dichotomy in general, politics is generally absent from the study of artists, of art and art history on a more detailed, academic basis. Also the importance of aesthetic ideology to radical culture. This rather flowery response to the Lautrec folio I've been looking through

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143817750982053362006-03-31T15:08:00.000Z2006-03-31T15:09:10.996Z

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Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143248414570565492006-03-25T00:18:00.000Z2006-03-25T01:02:17.410Z

Well, let's get [rhexisFEATURE] properly up and running, shall we? We already have the letters written by ~x~ and myself.Please find here my latest short story, Hayleigh and the Meritocracy, as alluded to by Mr. Wintergreen.Have some excerpts......born in beige. Beige, the colour(lessness) of equality. Institutional, impersonal, universal. Product of two small factors: ineptitude is expected,

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143243777893662442006-03-24T23:39:00.000Z2006-03-24T23:42:57.906Z

Please find enclosed a dozen or so angry letters written to various persons in order that they or their respective organisations might be set aright.Written by S. Veins and ~x~.Oh, yes.Also: Human Chariot Racing!/SXV

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143238480518372452006-03-24T21:38:00.000Z2006-03-24T22:14:40.606Z

Much merriment and smugness has been evident on the part of the officials in charge of the King's College London Student Union recently about their recently granted status as a "fair trade university" by whoever it is grants that sort of thing. As far as I know none of the other London universities have been granted that accolade, so justifiably the people in charge of KCL are feeling mighty

Oscillating Hazelnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068583318444258990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143229284610840192006-03-24T19:40:00.000Z2006-03-24T20:53:19.826Z

I noticed that Withiel took issue with kedazzle’s use of the word ‘chav’ in her article on Rocky Horror [perhaps edited out now]. The word’s etymology is the Romany for ‘person’, more specifically ‘child’. Obviously in using the word as a derogatory term for ‘poor person’ or as an acronym for ‘council housed and violent’, it is being used in a similar way to the word ‘gippo’ or ‘gypsy’ to define

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143220815659201242006-03-24T17:16:00.000Z2006-03-24T17:20:15.686Z

I will try to deal with each of your replies in turn. I must take issue with Mr Black’s language. His idiolect is too polarised to do justice to more subtle political writings (for examples see my previous article). ‘However, if I make a piece of Art that constantly reaffirms traditional family structures and uses this as a strong theme I am... invisible’ Does every work of art which does

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143216849354318622006-03-24T16:13:00.000Z2006-03-24T19:06:40.506Z

Tonight, if I were home – or, at least, within three miles of the room where I plug in my laptop and vibrator, which is the nearest approximation – I would be going to see the Rocky Horror Show at the New Theatre in Oxford. What I’m going to be missing is standing around in my undies for an hour on a a freezing cold street filled with strangely and scantily-clad young men and women, all daubed

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143117297011989532006-03-23T12:31:00.000Z2006-03-23T12:35:03.840Z

I have disabled the letter verification safeguard in the Comments function, because I found that the word image had jammed on "smerina", whilst the characters expected had clearly moved on. I suggest we leave this situation unaltered until such time as another Commentbot shits on us./SXV

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143073609063638662006-03-22T22:18:00.000Z2006-03-23T12:41:38.166Z

"...not every work of art is Politically* motivated, i.e. they do not all have an intentional Political stance...""It is all very well to have a surprising and amusing line such as ‘I can detonate Nuns with the force of my mind’, but I find that it is weakened in juxtaposition with the all too explicit ‘Counterculture’s coming to get you’."Some remarks about the visibility of bias in Art. To

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1143043046230210522006-03-22T15:56:00.001Z2006-03-23T12:56:00.300Z

It is difficult to completely separate politics from art1 as any work focussing on human relationships and/or social constructs is political2. However, not every work of art is Politically3 motivated, i.e. they do not all have an intentional Political stance. The reason I’m raising this issue is to challenge the view of the functionality of art that some members of The Rhexis seem to hold. For

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142874111174567792006-03-20T16:55:00.000Z2006-03-20T17:01:51.196Z

...With Love.The only entertainment I've had this afternoon has been my pet Russian managing to burn dried pasta in a pot of water. We aren't sure how he accomplished this as nothing had time to cook, let alone burn. He's probably just talented.This was an attempt to remove some boredom and it worked. Apart from I can't be arsed to do any more to it and it's only 5 o'clock. Ach weil. Hope you

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142858200353374082006-03-20T12:35:00.000Z2006-03-20T12:36:45.303Z

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Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142606934184502452006-03-17T14:42:00.000Z2006-03-17T14:56:28.340Z

Hello, boys and girls! *slaps thigh*. For your diversion, for your delectation, one thousand words of wank based on a page in the Orange notebook, which is not a pro-Ulster pamphlet. Enjoy x'One of the most useful things about religion is that it gives you a backbone for moral discussion.' -Barbelith thread, 17th March. What's that I smell?When George Dubya bypasses another piece of vital human

Penny Redhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07677315565893516941noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142213140366580342006-03-13T01:19:00.000Z2006-03-13T01:25:40.386Z

In the corner of a dark and dingy room there was large pile of bed sheets. Of course, the viewer could be forgiven for mistaking them for, say, a dangerously large bacterial culture given the dark nature of the room, the utter filthiness of the sheets, and the truly awful pattern that adorned them.It was midmorning, and the light of the sun was still valiantly attempting to break through the

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142122742851386282006-03-12T00:18:00.000Z2006-03-12T00:19:02.863Z

That is all.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1142002053473482372006-03-10T14:42:00.000Z2006-03-10T14:47:33.503Z

Wrote this in a moment of orgasmic purblindness after reading the prologue mentioned above. Shoved it on my spanking-new Live Journal as part of a test post. Withiel slapped me and told me to post it here. Enjoy.In the syncretic skullspace where author's intent meets auditor's interpretation, narrator and reader become one as they simultaneously discover with disgust the writer's putrid

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1141645876227726042006-03-06T11:23:00.000Z2006-03-07T17:11:38.033Z

The neologism, Quaalude, has been added to Wikipedia. This marks the first step (second step if we count Mr. Black's article, 'What is the relationship between a person within a literary text and a person outside of it?', as the first) to getting the new meaning recognised by the OED (Oxford English Dictionary).Increasing the number of words we have to describe things seems to be a good idea to

Garth Wintergreenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15318997929087257737noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1140995450348228782006-02-26T23:04:00.000Z2006-02-26T23:10:50.363Z

On Saturday, Withiel, Talyn, and myself descended on the People of Oxford with a hastily bought dictaphone, a disposable camera, a wodge of paper, and several pens. Our purpose was to journalise the living intellects out of the planned pro- and anti-vivisection marches.As soon as we recover from our hangovers/have slept, and have decided on a possible new format for the site to cover the sheer

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1140657675769531762006-02-23T01:15:00.000Z2006-02-23T01:51:09.286Z

Recent commentary on an Oscilnut parodic lyrical misadventure on the subject of Dinglegate ran thus:Anonymous Very good lyrics, although I believe that you haven't quite captured the full evilness of the guy. I am acquainted with the whole story as I am close friend of the lady who had the courage to "out" Mr. Dingle. He has ruined her life for 4 years, and since the article, many other have come

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1140634265477528882006-02-22T18:37:00.000Z2006-02-23T01:06:12.286Z

Now, I know there are some major flaws in this, I just don't know what they are. Feel free to rip apart. (Winces.)Instead of cars, you have little pods covered in solar panels. The solar panels will probably not generate enough power to power said pods, but they'd help; you could also cover the rooves of houses with them, and possibly even the gaps in the rails that they would run on. These pods

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1140569625842144232006-02-22T00:49:00.001Z2006-02-22T15:45:10.733Z

Dear Mr. Grieve,Re. the Legislative and Regulatory Reform BillI urge you to ensure that this bill is not passed. The frankly astounding and disgusting powers that this legislation would allow threaten the very existence of democracy in the UK.Permitting the government to alter the terms of any law after passing and without vote, no matter what qualifications are applied to these powers, is a

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1140477789097309072006-02-20T23:00:00.000Z2006-02-21T19:03:16.996Z

What's wrong with men? It's a very valid question, considering the fact that they kind of, you know, run more or less everything. And, as has been pointed out, a fine mess they*'ve got us into. ("They" and "us" being fairly nebulous concepts in this case, given that I am in face of a masculine persuasion - there's a distinction to be made here between people who are phenotypically male and males

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1139970348453905542006-02-15T02:05:00.000Z2006-02-15T02:27:51.900Z

FREE TRADE...makes sense. Calling free trade "Thatcherite" is like calling toothbrushing "Hitlerite"; neither was the inventor of the former, and simply supporting the technique, however mismanaged, does not make it evil by association. Both Churchill and Clinton were advocates of open borders (war withstanding) and free trade, and whilst it causes temporary job loss, it also creates jobs, and

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1139843332324534252006-02-13T15:02:00.000Z2006-02-13T15:08:52.333Z

Interpolated Answer (i)Initially, it is necessary to establish the meaning of the term “person”, and traditional to do so by citing and elaborating a canonical definition. Therefore, according to Locke, “a person” is different from “a human being”. To callously truncate a well-developed philosophical debate (quite possibly with the figurative Vulgar Freudian Vorpal Sword of Brevity), identity in

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1139624595860337612006-02-11T01:50:00.000Z2006-02-23T01:25:44.556Z

We apologise for the length, shoddy verse, and tedium of this latest of Oscilnut's unfortunate song parodies, but since it led to important Comments, it has been left up rather than appended to the earlier Dinglegate article. -SXVHIS POST, DOWN THE BOG,"The School, she hangs her Head in shameAt Tim Dingle's serial lying diseaseAs this comedy starts with a shattered glass heartAnd the moralising

Oscillating Hazelnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068583318444258990noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1139367262831433502006-02-08T02:16:00.000Z2006-02-10T00:37:20.540Z

On the Liberal Leadership Race and Political RedefinitionIt is absurd - nay, dangerous - for the Party to be gravitate towards the fashionable centre-right in the hope of stealing crumbs dropped from Tovid Blameron's table. We stand a better chance of electoral success, or at the very least increased exposure, by standing firmly south-west of the two other main parties, and yelling "LOOK AT US!

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1139260289808627412006-02-06T21:04:00.000Z2006-02-08T03:11:20.966Z

I hope this is true. I hope this is true. Now. I know this is the Daily Mail, but I do suggest 'click for big'. You remember all those hours spent photoshopping Tim's head onto amusing pictures? Well, ... Note also that Roy Page refuses to comment, but promises to do whatever necessary with the governors.There are so many ways in which this article is

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1138872317025942872006-02-02T09:21:00.000Z2006-02-02T09:25:17.036Z

"You'll Be Glad (When I'm Dead)" is currently featuring in Warren Ellis's Apparat Programme, which is a podcast of New Music From the Intarwub. And you should all listen to it, because it lets you hear what people are Up To in those mythical back bedroooms with synthesizers. The other Apparat Programmes (Each are about 30mins long) can all be found on warrenellis.com, and the rest of my album (

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1138748361085969192006-01-31T22:54:00.000Z2006-01-31T22:59:21.100Z

I am a part-time barman.Someone asked me today what the "seasoning" on the "seasoned fries" was. I told them it was the Harvester's marketing bullshit, and that it was just chips. With a bit of cheap salt on.The duty manager came over and berated me for five minutes, saying that I couldn't refer to the spiel on the menus as "marketing bullshit" in front of Guests (not customers, Guests), and

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1137764975533723442006-01-20T13:46:00.000Z2006-02-05T03:26:20.830Z

I winced, attempting to ignore the mindless blatting of some paint-by-numbers corporate sucktoy that was assaulting my ears, filling the dim and smoky room with a viscous grey sludge that smelt of ammonia, semen and broken dreams. The harpie shrieks coming from the squat, silver and pant-shittingly stylish speakers clawed at the base of my skull as I attempted to focus my attention on the

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1137522829454079472006-01-17T18:28:00.000Z2006-01-17T18:40:06.683Z

Firstly, the above is the Rhexis Banner thing. Therefore, you can now advertise us in Pastures New. Shut up - it's minimalist. What do you mean I've been drinking?Secondly, I have been Away due to Life, but I have now returned and will be posting more often. Also, I have excerpts from The Project which are Fun for All the Family.THIRDLY:[rhexisMUSIC] is proud to present: "Goblin Logic - An Album

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1137459550211306492006-01-16T23:50:00.000Z2006-01-17T01:12:27.460Z

With one last contortion of dull relief, he dragged his hand limply from his trousers, and shook off the remaining cloudy semen. It seemed to coast through the air, casting still-frame rainbows as the jaundiced shimmer of an incongruous sulphur streetlight fell through the spray.It landed in a rain puddle. Seperately, like linseed oil dripped into lemonade.Lemonade. For Christ's unholy fucking

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1136831977450794152006-01-09T18:09:00.000Z2006-01-09T18:39:37.556Z

Hey there. Do you own an iPod on which you listen to the Kaiser Chiefs or Snow Patrol while hacking away at sudoku puzzles in a book endorsed by a national newspaper, all in the comfort of your frighteningly hip friend's even hipper Toyota Aygo? Well then, you need a Motorola PEBL, don't you? Forget that the equivalent Nokia or Siemens phones might have superior functionality for a lower price,

Oscillating Hazelnuthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06068583318444258990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1136414437957491352006-01-04T22:31:00.000Z2006-01-07T00:57:17.843Z

This chap saw fit to send a friend request to my MySpace yesterday.Whoops.After a mere smattering of research, I have discarded the mitigation that Pastor Joel's feelgood sermons are harmless, innocuous, and genuinely help some people feel better in their lives on the grounds that he has become more than a motivational speaker - he is some people's RELIGION. He is worse than Narnian Christianity

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1136102725394748962006-01-01T08:04:00.000Z2006-01-01T08:05:25.406Z

Working in a bar on New Year's Eve will keep me out of trouble, he thought.I won't have unprotected sex with anyone and immediately regret it, he thought, because I shall be sober and, possibly, working into the small hours.He was wrong.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1135561792914926792005-12-26T01:49:00.000Z2005-12-26T01:55:59.280Z

From (for the next month) your Southern Hemisphere correspondent. Yes, I'm aware that this is a day late, but I feel that I can be given some leeway in this respect, because I spent Christmas Day on a plane. Not that that particular day has a huge amount of signifcance for me so fuck off. Anyway, I hope everyone got nice presents or food or something I don't fucking know I'm tired. I trust

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1135467303388500442005-12-24T22:34:00.000Z2005-12-28T00:27:16.903Z

I said, but he wasn't listening to anything coming from the space within the space around me. His eyes were middle-England-blue and awash with two pints of bitter and five-or-six glasses of mulled wine. "Yes, thank you, I'm not celebrating this year." More gin bites my heart and soul, which, frankly, they deserve for all the cosmic sexual arousal and aloneness that they have been forcing the

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1135216938204501862005-12-22T02:00:00.000Z2005-12-22T02:02:18.216Z

http://www.usafis.org/_sys/EN/frg_en2.aspI am FUCKING SPEECHLESS.

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1134960630042936822005-12-19T02:50:00.000Z2005-12-19T15:41:36.193Z

Ever since forever, music industry execs have formed the parasitic half of the perversely dysfunxional not-quite-symbiotic relationship between artist and record label. Musicians need someone to market, produce (editorially), and produce (manufactorially*) their art. Music executives, on the other hand, need money. Lots and lots of money. Because, you see, they suffer from hypodenaria, and must

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1134958649237294132005-12-19T01:26:00.000Z2005-12-19T15:40:17.783Z

Sable X. Veins re-educates the misled. Feel free to think for yourself.Please find below - edited for netslang and carriage-return legibility, but not for content - a brief transcript of a conversation between myself (SXV) and a young lady (A). My later notes in [square brackets].A ...Take what drugs?SXV Mainly cannabis - although hallucinogens interest me.A Well don't let them.SXV They're a

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1134827707273080442005-12-17T13:50:00.000Z2005-12-17T13:55:07.286Z

The City (By Night) So I might have slightly made an ambient/jazz track with artistic noise and little atonalities and things. It doesn't make me a Bad Person, though. Does it?(However, this does. And will placate those who like head-kicky music rather than noodling. Yes.)

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1134437410883172482005-12-13T00:17:00.000Z2005-12-13T01:30:10.950Z

-‘Are you proud to be an American?'_‘Um, I don’t know, I didn’t have a lot to do with it. You know, my parents fucked there, that’s about all." ~ Bill Hicks"If you don't like it here, you can leave" ~ Binky the Dog-Faced Daily Mail Apologist.I love my country. This is the truth. I have a genuine affection for the British Isles, both for its landscape and political system, for its hills and for

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1134179268779082622005-12-10T01:41:00.000Z2005-12-11T18:51:19.266Z

“I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. I am out to fight those songs

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133653557117213872005-12-03T23:36:00.000Z2005-12-03T23:45:57.120Z

If you were to hypothetically head over to the [rhexisMUSIC] page, you'd be able to download Satellite B's latest R!ot p0p opus, "making history", for your listening pleasure, you know. Also, what features do you filthy lot reckon should be added to the Rhexis functionality over the next few weeks? I've got a bit of time on my hands, and want to get the "All-media" aspect a little closer to not

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133652580892580262005-12-03T23:28:00.000Z2005-12-03T23:29:50.843Z

"How the World Was Made"In the hut it was warm, and everything was suffused with a yellow light. The thick iron walls almost obscured the whining of the wind, and the coarse, brightly-coloured curtains were shut tight in front of the single window. In the corner, a man put his child to bed.“Daddy, tell me a story?” keens the infant, wriggling amongst its meagre blankets.“Of course, little one.

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133652204115097172005-12-03T23:13:00.000Z2005-12-03T23:23:24.116Z

"Everyone's here, sitting in their deck-chairs and talking in low voices. There's Edward and Rhiannon, and they're holding hands even though their divorce came through a week ago. Their spoiled children are silent, watching the skies as they sit cross-legged on the grass. There's John, the vicar, and the imam whose name I don't remember, and they're sitting together, afraid, and they're holding

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133466994906769552005-12-01T19:54:00.000Z2005-12-01T19:56:34.920Z

Given the nature of this journal and of Veins' latest post, I feel that it's worth mentioning here that today is World AIDS Day.

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133398483964067312005-12-01T00:05:00.000Z2005-12-02T01:06:11.200Z

If I let you shit on my face for charity, I have still let you shit on my face.[And now, genitals and ladymen, a brief example of what a real post on a politico-artistic journal looks like.]I have just sat through the worst piece of theatre ever produced. (Yes, worse than Lloyd-Webber.)"But it was for Charity!"Stop squealing.Let me just straighten this out for you: just because you are selling

Sable X. Veinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15216007163578982372noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1133322068504327742005-11-30T03:41:00.000Z2005-11-30T03:41:08.550Z

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132955449864310862005-11-25T20:59:00.000Z2005-11-25T22:30:49.513Z

Best viewed as is.I'm not quite as happy with this one. Not sure why, possibly the hand. The thing is I daren't touch it lest I screw it up majorly. It looks better now I've cropped it but still... These are all characters in an evolved version of the Birthday Project (which I'm still awaiting the clips from, Withiel. If you wanted we could reshoot it; I could get a good camera out from the

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132872160404639492005-11-24T22:35:00.000Z2005-11-24T22:42:40.416Z

Melanie Philips: Lowest.form.of.human.life. (RealPlayer Listen Again link, may disappear after a week)I'm almost too angry to type, mostly due to the fact that the cretinous bigotry of these supposedly intelligent people does seem to provide a wonderfully watertight refutation of any sort of belief in humanist progress. Some quotes for you:"(Heterosexual) Marriage is essential for...the healthy

Withielhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02305915564232482808noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132857673828217602005-11-24T18:34:00.000Z2005-11-24T19:39:33.933Z

For optimum view: click for big and magnify.

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132759117121026822005-11-23T15:14:00.000Z2005-11-23T15:18:37.133Z

Not meaning to post tonnes of err posts in one go, but when and where is Mirrormask showing? If you're going Xander, could you spot me a ticket and let me know so I can come with yous guys as it looks tres bon. As far as I understand: it's already out in America, and it's coming here after Christmas, yes? And do we know which select cinemas? Any info would be appreciated, kiddo.

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132693217884993792005-11-22T20:57:00.000Z2005-11-22T21:00:17.903Z

Has anyone though of doing Rhexis T-Shirts? Advermatising an' all. I wouldn't mind wearing a Rhexis T-Shirt. And Chris'd wear one for starters. Maybe to contrariwise we could have Rhexis trousers, cloaks, bandannas, etc. I would kill for a Rhexis bandanna. Oh the commercial possibilites are endless...

Talynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10914813337495974101noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132682471448575092005-11-22T18:01:00.000Z2005-11-22T18:01:11.456Z

The ever-talented Luke Martin starts his solo career, seeking out new creative horizons.

Thaddeus "B." Glandshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17556613269116844960noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7126730.post-1132681849386539822005-11-22T17:39:00.000Z2005-11-22T17:56:45.000Z

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