Category: 2009

So, Tony Hart, who used to present various art programs on Children’s BBC up until early last decade, had a small recurring character called “Morph”: Produced by Aardman animations, more famous – slightly – for Wallace and Gromit. For chrismas,

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I spend an awful lot of my time listening to music. Over the last year, Clare introduced me to a band called “Flipron”, who I like a great deal, and much later in the year was shown the wonders of

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I was eighteen ten years ago. I’d not really had a girlfriend, I was getting into this “Social Internet” thing (I’d been to several AFE meets and a couple of AFP ones), I was just starting at university. I’ve moved

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The site as it started was an extension of my interest in games, and to find out how this “web” thing worked. Later, it became an extension of my life at school, injokes and bits. When I hit Uni, it

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Originally, Aquarionics was straight HTML written in EditPlus on my non-internetted computer (ah, the year 2000), transfered to zip disk, brought to University and uploaded. My first hosts – Pennyhost – ran windows-based servers which supported server side includes, which

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The journal really started as part of the old Aquarion site back on Netmanor. I was keeping a daily-ish diary of what I was doing and thinking, mostly as an exercise to keep me writing. Most of the entries for

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Ten years ago, I had a website. I find it vaguely amusing that for the first few years of the site’s existence, I have copies of the entire site. One such is for January 1999. I was running a monthly

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So, today I’m going to talk to you about the True Meaning of Christmas, because right now it’s that or the True Meaning of Art, and there’s a seventeen floor drop outside my flat, and I’d hate to have to

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We sit, and we watch. Today is the 25th December 2009, although it’ll be boxing day by the time this is posted. It’s five to midnight. Today I woke up early when I got a text message saying my server

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There is a black screen, which resolves into a patch of tarmac. A red london bus drives over it, and the camera pans to follow it, as the opening of Dire Straits’ “Telegraph Road” starts to play. Fading in over

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