About 2,500 people have had a (very) nasty surprise recently when they looked at their MySpace page. Let's just say a small image was replaced by... another small image. Only, the second one was from the infamous "Goatse.cx" (You remember THAT one, don't you?). But what exactly happened? Jason Scott, the owner of textfiles.com explains all -- or is it confesses all?. The email received are hilarious. Well worth a read and a chuckle
Don't know if anyone ever reads this journal or not (judging from how few comments I receive, I suspect none ever do), but my best wishes go out to all who celebrate Christmas either in a big way, or are simply relishing the opportunity to have a day (or more) off from work.
I generally like to take some time out at the end of the year to think about where my life has gone in the past year - how it has changed and how the coming year looks like it's going to shape up.
Read this from someone's blog entry, and thought it was rather insightful:
Some days ago, I was aroused prematurely from my sleep by a phone call. After scrabbling around for the phone and trying to sound coherent talking to the other person on the other end of the line, I got a flash of inspiration for a short story and wrote a page or so. It's an idea that I need to work on but, until I find the same type of inspiration once again, I don't think I'll flesh it out yet. Might as well put it down anyway and see if anyone could throw me a spare meme or two to get the
Politicians are known to sometimes come up with the most asinine statements. This is one of those classic moments.
After being gently chided by a friend for being a bit of a lurker, and having one too many shots of cheap vodka obtained at a duty-free shop in some random international airport in the Far East, I decided to take a stab at writing a (mediocre, admittedly) journal entry.
So here it is.
I think there is meant to be a point to writing an entry, but it eludes me. Sleep beckons.
All I ask is a chance to prove that money can't make me happy.