Given that I work for a company called hotxt (Yes, yes, I’ll explain at some point, but right now? Right now if I tell you what I’m doing, I will be murdered in my sleep. Not even kidding. Well, I might be murdered at my desk) I shouldn’t find the graveyard of exorcised Es to be so funny.

Minor design evolution on Aqcom, not that – in the age of RSS readers and Livejournal – anyone ever visits actual websites anymore, but we try to spruce up the place for the occasional search engine visitor. New banner for a couple of weeks – advertising Bioshock, massive surprise – and replaced the “what do you mean, I can click them?” picture navigation down the right with something a little more logical. Still working on how I’m going to integrate twitter onto the main page, I might follow Mr Keith’s lifestream idea by aggregating the content from Stalker.istic (Which I should integrate Facebook into at some point).

One of the things in the new sidebar is a link to my new fiction thing, which went into the world on Sunday. Stuff happens on it weekly, or should do at any rate. I might move the day of the week, because it appears that if you do anything on Sunday it gets lost in the TL;DR effect of getting up to date on a Monday morning.

Have played the Bioshock Demo

It is the awesome, and ran perfectly.

Waiting for the weekend with difficulty.

(And not least because I’m on holiday next week)

To bring this to your attention, if it didn’t have it already:

For anyone who hasn’t yet heard, an application for planning permission is about to be evaluated by Camden County Council [and has since been granted] in order to demolish Camden Stables market and to build a new complex with high street chains like Topshop and Starbucks.

(You can see the application itself on Camden Council’s website)

There’s a #10 Petition, which I doubt will do any good, it all seems to be too late really.

I’ve signed it anyway, because it’s a nice place that doesn’t deserve to be Starbucked.

To all people who scan the public timeline on Twitter and subscribe to everyone who flies past:

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Please.