I find it hilarious that Google, once the pioneer of the internet, the all round good guys, information to the world - for free! kind of attitude is getting all miffy about the generic use of the verb 'google'.
Their official blog trys to laugh about it claiming all the fuss is their lawyer's doing but I'm sorry, I think I've had it with google.
I'm gonna go google on Ask.com now. Or perhaps I'll ask on Yahoo!? Holy shit I might even yahoo! on MSN (can you still excite anymore?).
Ask.com's blog made me chuckle about it because the whole debate is faintly ridiculous. From now on when I want to say... "just google it" I will say "just Ask for it". Do you think it will catch on?
I've even been tempted back to using my old Yahoo! email address - they've put out a beta version and it's quite super dooper actually...
I'm undecided whether to have a crusade on Google but I get the feeling that they're getting a bit over excited and giddy, like a kid who's had too many blue smarties. From a simple search engine they've now bought youtube for whatever billions... (although they paid them in Google shares?!). They've got Google Earth - which I like. They've got blogger, scholar (also good), maps (good), books (irritating), images (slightly irritating - you have to be good with keywords to get what you really want), and of course gmail.
Do I change back from gmail to Yahoo!? it's a conundrum...
My boyfriend and I were on the bus going to a party in Stretham when a group of kids let off a load of fireworks in the street. Now I'm shit scared of fireworks but evidently these kids were not.
Not only were they holding them lit and then letting them off, they thought it hilarious to chuck them at each other. Girls were running around the bus stop shrieking half with terror, half with delight at their male counterparts shooting off foot long rockets across the road to smack into cars and their friends.
So when we were waiting at the bus stop to go home 2 hours later, some more kids shouting and screaming were chucking fireworks at each other as well. Whether these were the same kids I don't know but whoever they were they freaked me out.
Have they not seen the scary home office advert with the kid with half a face? Or maybe they're just out all the time playing silly buggers with lethal weapons and thinking it's hilarious to scare the shit out of passers by and, well, everyone else. From the sounds of the recipients of these fireworks, they weren't enjoying the joke either.
I'm also fed up of loud kids on buses playing shit tinny R&B music from their phones - it would be passable if the fuckers look like they were having a good time grooving away to their dubious music, but no - they've still got a face on like a slapped arse.
What is it with kids nowadays?
Most likely if they get their hands or face blown off by said fireworks then they'll find someone else to blame...
George strikes again - this time at middle England...
"If the biosphere is wrecked, it will not be done by those who couldn't give a damn about it, as they now belong to a diminishing minority. It will be destroyed by nice, well-meaning, cosmopolitan people who accept the case for cutting emissions, but who won't change by one iota the way they live. I know people who profess to care deeply about global warming, but who would sooner drink Toilet Duck than get rid of their Agas, patio heaters and plasma TVs, all of which are staggeringly wasteful. A recent brochure published by the Co-operative Bank boasts that its "solar tower" in Manchester "will generate enough electricity every year to make 9 million cups of tea". On the previous page it urges its customers "to live the dream and purchase that perfect holiday home ... With low cost flights now available, jetting off to your home in the sun at the drop of a hat is far more achievable than you think."
Environmentalism has always been characterised as a middle-class concern; while this has often been unfair, there is now an undeniable nexus of class politics and morally superior consumerism. People allow themselves to believe that their impact on the planet is lower than that of the great unwashed because they shop at Waitrose rather than Asda, buy Tomme de Savoie instead of processed cheese slices and take eco-safaris in the Serengeti instead of package holidays in Torremolinos. In reality, carbon emissions are closely related to income: the richer you are, the more likely you are to be wrecking the planet, however much stripped wood and hand-thrown crockery there is in your kitchen."
Exxon Mobil - the biggest corporation in the world is still sticking it's fingers in it's ears and shouting 'not listening, la la la la'. Not only that, it's been whispering in the ears of many corporations, thinktanks, and societies to spread doubt into the minds of the masses when it comes to the cold hard 'inconvenient truth' that we (and them) are messing with the planet. Unfortunately the planet don't like to be messed with.
George Monbiot wrote a brilliant piece in G2 yesterday:
When will Exxon wake up? They could make billions out of the renewables industry. Or do they have a mission to destroy the Earth? If the conspiracy theories are correct then yes. But then you don't want to believing everything you read on the internet.
in the lighter blue corner we have thelondonpaper...
who will win? Who knows? The looser is definately the Evening Standard.
I'm batting for thelondonpaper - it looks prettier and it's full of fluff. Just the thing you need on your commute home. Compare this to the doom and gloom of the Mail's London Lite - it looks ugly, and it's not an enjoyable read.
Plus my old flat mate and school friend Katharine Hibbert writes for thelondonpaper - check out the bi-lines and she'll be the one writing about sex, drugs and the NHS.
The free-sheet wars are summed up quite nicely by a rather eloquent chap on the Guardian blog-spot:
"Free Newspaper Readers If you cunts can spend £200 per month commuting to work whilst listening to your £150 iPods and wearing your fuckknowshowmuch designer gear and drinking a £2.75 chocafuckingmochalatte coffee, then surely you can spare 35p to buy yourself a fucking newspaper, you tight, metro reading cunts."
I saw Mike on telly the other day being his usual funny self and was reminded of the time when he recounted to me one boxing day (I used to go out with his nephew) the time when he and Alastair Campbell has a punch up.
Being a rather brilliant journalist he has a rather good way of telling stories... read the account for yourself here:
As an atheist here is a hilarious song by my friend sleepy Ed Hicks. He always having jollies with banjos and plays often at odd places around the country.
Read his comic and other sundries at his website www.fredwoodbear.com
as most of my friends will know - Izzardisms fall out of my mouth at some point..
here are the best ones:
'jeff God of biscuits'
'cake or death'
'can I have pyjamas? ...no pyjamas in the land of the dead ... but I was told pyjamas in the brochure!?'
'are you happy with your wash?'
'hey lady you're speeding. Fuck off I'm the queen'
'do do doo, duh duh duh duh, do do dooooooo.... I'm a monkey'
'even a dead person can do that. If they were plugged into the mains.'
'I want to be leader, cos I've got teeth. I want to be leader, cos I haven't got teeth. Saves on dentristry. I don't want to be leader. I'm in it for cash'
'guns don't kill people, people kill people, and monkey's do too, if they've gotta gun. Close brackets.'
'guns don't kill people, people kill people - but I think the gun helps? What are you going to do? Shout bang? BANG!'
'I am an evil giraffe. I will eat all the leaves on this tree. I will eat more leaves than I should. Then other giraffes may die.' *comedy giraffe walk*
Here's their latest offering in the commercial world - quite funny and harking back to the good old 'just do it' days :) also their using the classic 'we're so big we don't even have to put the brand name on the ads' technique. Nice. (also quite scary)
sorry for going all coroporate on you guys - next post will be definately all beardy-lefty to make up for it.
As I was reading about Banksy's latest stunt - doctored Paris Hilton CDs, I came across this little nugget of insight on his website:
'The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit. '
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