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According to Google Analytics, someone visited my website imme­di­ately after typing the search phrase “where to buy flat­u­lence underwear mel­bourne australia”.

There’s nowhere I can go from there.


For a moment I thought this looked like the most miserable Christmas morning ever, but then I counted not one, not two but three dolls she’s managed to wrangle from Santa. Oh, and a model air­plane if you don’t mind.

I hope your Christmas was just as boun­tiful, but less monochrome.

(State Library of Queensland)



Horn by Peter M. Ball

book cover

Great concept, mixing grimy police pro­cedural, online sleaze and the world of faerie. Much straighter than I expected, having read a bit of Ball’s short fiction this year, though that’s no doubt due to the noir trappings.

Looking forward to seeing where Ball takes the sequel, which is being pub­lished by Twelfth Planet Press in 2010.



Nicely cus­tomised com­ments form at the Panic Inc. cor­porate blog. Different enough from the usual WordPress com­ments form you see every­where on the web, but with all the normal ele­ments in place. Cute and idio­syn­cratic while main­taining usability.

(Panic Blog)


Can’t help feeling my life would be richer and fuller if I wasn’t so dis­mayed by the sight of dirty dishes.

Or if we had a dishwasher.


It amazes me that the designers of the nine­teenth century, armed with little more than their typo­graphic invent­iveness, and without the aid of auto­mated data manip­u­lation devices, were able to corral ever-increasing masses of inform­ation into some­thing com­pre­hensible. (Think of railway timetables, for instance, or even newspapers.)

This 1858 doc­ument, entitled Tableau de L’Histoire Universelle, attempts the modest task of drawing a family tree of the entire human race.

I can’t speak as to the accuracy of the gene­alogy, but as an infographic it’s freakin’ awesome.

(Also, I’d be thrilled if anyone could point me to a font that matches the hand­written type in the poster, par­tic­u­larly the italics.)

(peacay)


Things I’ve been reading

The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction December 2009 (‘Farewell Atlantis’ by Terry Bisson and ‘Iris’ by Nancy Springer)


No causal connection has wealthy beginning

In the middle of 1944, a series of appar­ently innocuous answers in the crossword puzzle of the Daily Telegraph rang alarm bells at MI5. In the space of a few weeks, the words ‘Utah’, ‘Omaha’, ‘Neptune’, ‘mul­berry’ and ‘overlord’ all fea­tured as solu­tions to the crossword. What was sig­ni­ficant was that these were all code­words relating to the soon-to-occur (and sup­posedly secret) Allied invasion of Normandy.

Coincidence? Espionage? Treason? The answer, like the solution to a good cryptic clue, is as appealing as it is obvious.




Sporty car in our neigh­bourhood with num­ber­plate ‘D6GURU’. I admire any motorist so proud of their D&D attribute rolling ability.


Off to hear songs about Jesus, miserly inn pro­pri­etors and genius savants who travel in threes.


Six day old bacon: safe or unsafe? For con­venience I am going with safe.



I’m not sure The Wiggles have much to offer from an edu­ca­tional per­spective if they still haven’t figured out how to wake up Jeff.


Artist Carl Warner on his fruit and vegetable recre­ation of iconic London land­marks: “It’s important to me that people look at this and go ‘London’, instantly.”

I love that that’s important to anyone. I love that anyone would want to spend three weeks striving to become the Christopher Wren of the fruit and veg world. I love that in the video accom­pa­nying the ori­ginal article there’s at least one half-empty bottle of lager lying around the studio.

(newslite.tv, via Dark Roasted Blend )


From a US patent for a flat­u­lence deodor­ising pad that sits in your underwear (in, the patent help­fully informs us, “the anal area”).

The back­ground notes make for com­pelling reading (the charcoal cloth of which the pad is made was ori­ginally developed to defend sol­diers against chemical warfare), but I par­tic­u­larly like the idea that some­where there’s an illus­trator whose spe­cialty is the infographics of the fart.

(Google Patents, via Amy and Aaron Edgar)