Popo PoPoMo is a standard Puzzler game with a difference. As a post-modern Penguin Popo PoPoMo's task is to entirely deconstruct the puzzle area. You start with a standard "Glittery Jewel" interface, except, instead of being a realm of chaos to bring into order, your task is to identify the order on screen and turn signal into noise ( Read more... )

As an Australian, I live in a country with somewhat enlightened gun laws ( Read more... )

Last night I jumped out of bed and crash tackled my bedroom door. I got some scrapes and a bruise. The door is fine. What a nightmare!

Footnote are used to discuss small squabbles about theory between small groups of anarchists.[1] They are also used to reference academic works, whose ideas are discussed, but where works are not cited in the main text.[2]

The enemy is middle class

Why do we talk about classThere are two classes worth talking about in Australia today: a boss ( Read more... )

We is boned. We is boned big time ( Read more... )

You left me, back in March, with major injuries (psych, phys) from the job I was doing. Well that job is as dead as this capitalist!

(Which capitalist? you ask. ) THAT capitalist! (you really do fall for this much too often ( Read more... )

Finally, after years, I have discovered a way to auto-archive Yahoogroups postings. Hooray!

Finally I can grab the archives of dissolved political organisations and subject them to history.

For my friends, given the SCUM (society for cutting up men) manifesto:

Q: Should males (biological) be raised as women (social catagory)?

Last nights dream: fighting soccer players in a cathedral like sewer system.
Lover's last nights dream: Me singing a song in praise of Titanium's physical properties and scarcity.

Reading: Primo Levi's /Periodic Table/

Too much overtime.
Too much.

Erf.

Can't think or work straight.

Hurrah for stress!

By the way, probably going to speak in the park again.

Theme for this week's sermon: The enemy is middle class.

Do not cut jalapeno peppers and then rub your eyes. EVER AGAIN. Twelve hours later I tear up.