For Ginger. The first bit, at least.
Also by way of slashdot. . . you'd almost think they were useful or something, as long as you avoid the comments:
Scream of the Shalka, a new animated Doctor Who series at Auntie Beeb's site. Requires Flash 4, of all things.
And in this morning's Bad Signal list mailing, Warren Ellis says:
It occurs to me that while the web increases the participational breadth of conversation at an almost exponential rate, there are perhaps only so many conversations worth having, and the exchange is doomed to constant rolling recapitulation.
He's talking about people having the same conversations previously hashed out on the WEF, or that he wrote about in Come In Alone, but the statement applies generally, I think. One of the reasons I'm a bit leery about having rejoined ecto, but like the WEF, topics there tend to vary dramatically.
Who is Warren Ellis, you ask?
Obviously, the political situation there is untenable -- but, then, so's ours. Socially, the City's a bit of a disaster, but that's nothing new here either. But if we did grow into a place where history is preserved physically, where foglet humans can toss miracles down the street, where most disease appears to have been eradicated, where you can phone Mars, and where dogs are tortured and destroyed with the mercilessness of true justice... well, that wouldn't be such a bad place to live.
He's my fucking hero, he is.
Update: Added a few links, tweaked a sentence or two. Mostly, I wanted to get that YKTR image off the top of the page; it was starting to scare me.
This entry is dedicated to the Nubian Goddess: Ginger Stampley