Elsewhere on the great sprawling mass that comprises the Aquarionics network, a new version of Quoth, my windows-based random .sig generator, has be launched here, mainly because of the shocked appearance of someone who is using the thing, and found
Archive: November 2000
Ways to survive life: Never play leapfrog with a unicorn Never enter an arse-kicking contest with a hedgehog and finally, the most vital of all: Never ever fall in love This has been a public service annoucement, we now return
I got hooked on Avalon this afternoon. Two hours later I finished the archives. I seem to display an amazing single-mindedness for webcomics that I totally fail to do for academia :-). Talking of which, Life got more complicated today
Ok, New toy 🙂 Babble creates “coherant” text from text-files you feed it. F’example, given Shakespere, it will come out with: But fools do entreat her eyes were a nunnery, do wear it off. What light through the brightness of
It starts as all things should… At the beginning. A dark sky, dotted with stars. Lines appear, joining the stars to form a phrase… Cured An Aquarion Production. They say. They fade away, and the camera pans down as the
"What is Magic?" asked the man in the blue robe at the front of the hall. A student, feeling lucky, tentatively raised a hand: "Yes?" "Something not possible under normal circumstances?" "No. Trick question, There is no such thing as
There has to be a concept of zero. It is speculated that the multiverse was created in order it kill itself. There are 3 forces in the multiverse, Which we shall call Empirical, Natural and Magical, and some say that
Again, abandoned. This time due to far too much “Ooh, look it’s $foo from $thisPlace stuff. There is something depressing about a white, clear computer screen. The single, solitary line blinking at you from the top left hand side of
Updated music, and finally finished uploading all the stories
I, Nicholas Avenell, being of over-stressed mind and ‘flu ridden body, do hereby and with this document update my website thusly. I’m ill. This isn’t fair. I never get ill. yet I remain shivering, and with a horrible sore thoat