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Oops. I have killed the internet in my house. Or rather, web access died on Tuesday night, and in an effort to resuscitate it (desperate to submit a review of a play to Daily Info; you've got to write it the night you see the play and have it in by 10am the next day) I seem to have made it even deader. The huge sprawling diagram I drew in pink felt-tip of all the machines and how they interconnect didn't help, but it looks pretty. I am going to have to eat some serious humble pie when ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wimble comes back from Cuba next week. In the meantime, the best way to get in touch with me is by phone. This week, incidentally, I've got mountains of work done. I wonder why.
I'll be posting the comics out on Monday. It's great that so many of you asked for one. (Last call before I print! - if you missed the original post, it's here.)
But in reply to those who asked why I'm not doing a webcomic, there are a couple of reasons:
( this got a little out of hand )
But. Several cool things I've been meaning to tell you about.
Nearly a year and a half after I abandoned Michael Ende's Momo on the bookcrossing shelf of a cafe in Cambridge, it turns up in Vietnam!
Remember the pebble competition from July?gnimmel was one of the winners. She got a pebble with holes in it from the coast of Clare and a photo of where I found it. Recently I got a small parcel from her. It had a picture of my pebble where she's left it sitting on a beach by the Indian Ocean, and a shell from that same beach. gnimmel rocks.
And I had an email a couple of weeks ago from a guy I was on a mailing list called Cybermind with nearly ten years ago. It was a list about the internet and society; I was on it to research my BA thesis. This guy is an academic in Australia. He googled for me and started his mail with "I don't know if you're the same [realname] I used to know, but..." He's putting together an anthology and, incredibly, wants to publish a chapter of my ten-year-old thesis in it.
Okay, I start a lot of stuff I don't finish. But there's also stuff like this, which I start and forget about, and which makes its own way in the world while I'm not looking.
wimble comes back from Cuba next week. In the meantime, the best way to get in touch with me is by phone. This week, incidentally, I've got mountains of work done. I wonder why.
I'll be posting the comics out on Monday. It's great that so many of you asked for one. (Last call before I print! - if you missed the original post, it's here.)
But in reply to those who asked why I'm not doing a webcomic, there are a couple of reasons:
( this got a little out of hand )
But. Several cool things I've been meaning to tell you about.
Nearly a year and a half after I abandoned Michael Ende's Momo on the bookcrossing shelf of a cafe in Cambridge, it turns up in Vietnam!
Remember the pebble competition from July?
gnimmel was one of the winners. She got a pebble with holes in it from the coast of Clare and a photo of where I found it. Recently I got a small parcel from her. It had a picture of my pebble where she's left it sitting on a beach by the Indian Ocean, and a shell from that same beach. gnimmel rocks.
And I had an email a couple of weeks ago from a guy I was on a mailing list called Cybermind with nearly ten years ago. It was a list about the internet and society; I was on it to research my BA thesis. This guy is an academic in Australia. He googled for me and started his mail with "I don't know if you're the same [realname] I used to know, but..." He's putting together an anthology and, incredibly, wants to publish a chapter of my ten-year-old thesis in it.
Okay, I start a lot of stuff I don't finish. But there's also stuff like this, which I start and forget about, and which makes its own way in the world while I'm not looking.
