I just somehow managed to create a good time for 40ish people and four Internet celebrities while on five and a half hours sleep and no dinner.
I'm proud of this achievement and wanted to share it with you, but it also feels very important to note that much more credit goes to each and every one of the aforementioned people. I just poked it a bit when it got off topic.
Also, somewhat the real purpose of this post: The Way Station in Brooklyn is a steampunk bar run by all manner of awesome people.
I'm working on a guide to whitechapel in my offtime. Sorta a chronicle of it's history, famous/infamous threads and discussions, people, and what NOT TO DO. So far I'm looking at making it into a .pdf and just shoving it up on my webspace.
So. I have been writing since 96, sometimes stories sometimes lyrics and most of the time poetry. Now I have finaly made a blog, if you could call it that. I will publish one poem every day, sometimes it will be a lyric, sometimes a short story, most of the time a poem. Who knows, maby there will be a song or two in the future. Hit the link and put it in your RSS reader or something like that, it wont be much, but perhaps it will brighten your day.
To be honest, ever since I heard "yellow journalist" spoonerized out into "jello yearnalist" I knew there was hope.
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"But let's agree for a moment that he was the spider at the heart of the web. Either way, his reign is over. Judging from the headlines coming out of London, the current U.K. scene is giddy as Romania during the fall of Nicolae Ceausescu. Everybody is reviling the formerly feared genocidal tyrant. The press is speculating that his son James may be prosecuted in the United States under the Foreign Corrupt Practices Act for his role in containing the phone-hacking scandal; that former News of the World editor Rebekah Brooks, currently chief executive of News International, is so doomed even Murdoch-supplicant Cameron said today her resignation should be accepted; and that Les Hinton, now the editor of Murdoch's Wall Street Journal but the chairman of News International during the phone-hacking years, has now fallen into the scandal "spotlight." Rushing into the building on fire is Rupert Murdoch himself. He's flying to London on Saturday, according to the Financial Times...
If there are anywhere near 4,000 phone-hacking cases, as one senior detective says, Murdoch could be bleeding slowly for as long as he lives. He no longer enjoys the friendship of the people he bought and has learned the hard way that real power is constrained by the truth. Like some discredited god, all the potency once ascribed to him is evaporating. The paper tiger is on fire."