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|Monday, January 21st, 2013|
Posts and Spambots
As a sort-of disused LJ community, this place seems to attract a lot of spambots. I'm tempted to disable all comment functions here, and just leave this thing for press releases and public announcements. If you want to respond to anything I put up here, you can go to my main journal and send me a message there or something. Current Mood: awake
|Wednesday, February 16th, 2011|
Community Owner Email
I got a weird email today, which read:-
You're receiving this email because you're a maintainer of the community fiat_knox_com
According to the history for this community, you have been designated as the owner of this community.
You can read more about this role here: http://www.livejournal.com/support/faqbrowse.bml?faqid=225
What the hell?Edit
: Wow. I just found out what that means. Coolness.
Better start putting content out here, then, hadn't I? Current Mood: curious
|Thursday, July 15th, 2010|
Keeping Things Afloat
LiveJournal has been banging on about purging inactive accounts again. So I'm just posting here to make sure this community keeps on being active. If nobody posts in a few months, I'll dig up something to talk about. Current Mood: busy
|Saturday, April 10th, 2010|
Just a post to ensure that this community stays active - even in the absence of other, more substantive activities. Current Mood: busy
|Tuesday, April 29th, 2008|
Please refer to fiat_knox
for the latest news regards my relationship. It's all rather sad. Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, May 31st, 2007|
Just Posting ...
... to make sure my community's alive. :) Current Mood: contemplative
|Thursday, May 3rd, 2007|
Votage - It's Local Erection Day!
Here in the UK, it's time for the local elections. I got two sets of ballots - one for the truly local crowd, and one for the Welsh Assembly.
Hilariously, the Conservative Party's candidate is based in Llandudno. This is for a Wrexham constituency seat. I don't think they're expecting many votes. Well, actually I hope they're after a huge number of votes, and they get bitterly disappointed.
Or maybe I'll be disappointed if they romped it. I dunno.
So anyway ... I voted. After all, this is what all your taxes are meant to pay for.
Ukarians - pay attention. If you registered and got your ballot forms, now is the time for you to go and cast that vital vote. If nothing else, this is one time you can do something to really contribute to society.
Be a citizen. Not a civilian. Vote. Current Mood: accomplished
|Thursday, April 26th, 2007|
Just looking through my mobile phone's little electronic black book, and it's dawned on me.
I have a clientele.
There are regulars who have called me pretty frequently, over the months and years. They've had their problems, and they've all found that what they've really, really needed was to talk to someone about them. Someone they know won't come back and, well, spill the beans to their loved ones.
I'm always going to try and listen. Sometimes, I think that listening is probably the only thing I can do, and possibly the only thing they need of me. Which is fine, because these are a regular
clientele, so I must be doing something
I only hope I'm of help to them.
Perhaps I ought to try a job as an Agony Clown ... Current Mood: contemplative
|Monday, April 23rd, 2007|
The BoggleIt Saga - A Cautionary Tale ...
comes from a freelancer, alexdecampi
. Read it. Then do her a favour. Post a link to the article on your own blog.
I caught the story from Warren Ellis' warrenelliswire. It needs to be spread virally, all over the web, as far as possible.
Get to it, you Panspermics!
X - posted on fiat_knox
. Current Mood: annoyed
|Saturday, April 21st, 2007|
|Wednesday, April 18th, 2007|
Architect Dream I Had
I had a dream this morning, the like of which I can't remember ever having. It felt so real.
The dream began not long after my rescue by a benefactor, a very rich man, who pulled me out of a dire predicament which I can't remember - it was early in the dream, and the details are fuzzy, but for some reason I had no clothes, my rings and talisman were missing and I was only wearing what looked like a set of standard issue white socks, underpants and a vest.
The man was immaculately dressed in a dark suit that looked like it cost him more than I get from benefits in a year. He sat in the back of a helicopter with me as we flew over this city, which looked like it went on forever.
"This is a Mega City," I said. "And you and your people are Megacitizens."
There were huge buildings looming over the rest of the buildings, including one incredibly thin, flat one. I told him "You built that one along a north - south alignment." He looked shocked, and I told him that since it was exactly noon, the light of the sun cast its thinnest shadow across the city from the building at that moment.
I then said "You've been to Australia." And again, he didn't know why I'd say that; even less when I said "It's marvellous, isn't it, the beauty of those structures; none of them built by human hand, yet erected with such precision."
Then he asked me how I knew about the structures in Australia - that I was talking about Compass or Magnetic Termites, insects that build these mounds twenty feet tall, like blades or fins, all aligned with magnetic north, or maybe like tombstones. My reply, as always with such things: "The image of what you have seen is still in your mind."
I even freak people out in my dreams.
So, anyway, we got into his limo; and we drove to the structure he'd built, like a giant glass fin, water cascading down the sides and all glass inside. Once inside the atrium of this immense structure, I got down on my hands and knees on the bare earth and began to erect the figures of Western Geomancy, casting the lots with the metal dice from my kit which he'd retrieved when he'd rescued me. I drew him a full geomantic shield, and showed him how his success was sadly going to be bought with blood; also, that "blood" could also mean "kin", and that either way, the sign meant "thicker than water," meaning that this was a tide which was going to be very hard to resist.
I showed him a figure called the Reconciler, though, which read "The Major Fortune," which was an ultimate good sign, a beneficial final judgement. He'd sited this huge structure in the right place, and in the right alignment. But I urged caution, rather than haste, because his ambition would cost someone dear if this project was rushed, or costs were skimped or similar rash behaviour indulged in "to prove a point".
I drew an I Ching hexagram in the ground, something like "Ultimate Harmony", to signal that all would be well, and to quiet the earth which actually started trembling like a lover in orgasm.
A panel fell from the roof, at this point. It was a big square, and it landed point first right on the spot where I'd drawn the hexagram. Sunlight came in and illuminated the square, "like a diamond in the dirt, illumination surrounded by darkness." I told the architect these exact words; he got a call in from a contact, saying that his contract for a geodesic dome in some other part of the world had gone through, and he had a green light on it. He turned to me, and as he did so, his contact said the exact same words over the mobile phone to the architect.
Finally, as we arrived at the hotel where I'd been put up (one of his buildings - a vast edifice, with one huge plaza in front that'd take ten, fifteen minutes to cross at least), the architect shook my hand, and gave me a funny handshake. I told him that, to his surprise, I did not wear the apron - but that I'd honour those who did for their sense of solidarity and brotherhood.
Then I told him it'd be raining before I got to the entrance of the hotel, so he shouldn't stay outside the limo for too long or he'd get drenched.
I got out, finally retrieving the rest of my stuff - my rings, my talisman, my clothes - and, as I donned my (always slightly shabby) duty black shoes, trousers and sweater, the architect asked me: 'How can someone like you live so small?'
I turned to him and said the following.
'Consider the size of one of your largest buildings. The one you built like a glass needle in Tokyo, soaring so high into the sky nobody can see where it ends. Now see it in comparison to the magnetosphere of the Earth in all its glory.
'Now compare that to the magnetosphere of Jupiter - easily the largest phenomenon in the solar system, bigger even than the Sun. Now extend your perceptions outwards until you can see the whole of the solar system, right up to the Kuiper Belt and the Heliopause.
'Further, now; out past the local neighbourhood, to see the galaxy as a whole. Now further and further, until the galaxy itself is just a bright point, a mote of dust, in the local galactic supercluster, which itself becomes a tiny filament, a streak of light, a tiny thread, and gone, amidst the huge clouds of galaxies in our universe. Further still, until you run out of galaxies; and all you have is the universe itself, which shrinks all around you until all you can see of it is just a tiny, tiny black dot, surrounded by a blue - grey chaos.
'And now look at it again. You have been looking at the iris and pupil of my eye. We are back to where you started on this journey. I may look small, live smaller; but my eyes, my soul, encompasses universes.' Current Mood: accomplished
|Tuesday, April 17th, 2007|
|Monday, April 16th, 2007|
|Saturday, April 14th, 2007|
Coined, a scant few minutes ago on the Shadownessence forum, by zenten
Clue - by - Four Current Mood: amused
|Friday, April 13th, 2007|
I often like to post something about something, rather than merely to report some personal experience. After all, a diary is as much about recording one's philosophy as about reportage.
I feel that last week's Eastercon in Chester was like a watershed for me. This time last week, I was ensconced in the Crowne Plaza hotel, enjoying a bit of a sub in the company of an old friend of mine, one Rodney Milton. For some reason, poor old Rodders always feels a little nervous around me, as if I was going to pick him to bits if he got a fact wrong. If he only knew I only wanted his company, rather than have to eat alone.
Anyway, this week the weather has been nothing short of wonderful, all week long. The weekend just gone was the watershed I mentioned above; it is now Spring, with Beltane and Summer just around the corner.
I can't have imagined a nicer start to the warm weather than the one I had last weekend.
And now, no conventions sadly, but the weather's even better outside and to my amazement, my f'list doubled overnight. I've been riding along on a high all week long. And now, here comes another weekend, and I feel like a little patrol somewhere. Manchester or Liverpool, maybe, or even back to Chester, one week on.
I know, I've gone back to reportage of events; but I felt the need to post this, to give you peeps an insight into my little life.
Within the range of my tiny budget, I do a lot of wandering, and in my patrols I bump into one hell of a lot of people.
I can only imagine what my life would be like, the range of my patrols, the people I'd know on a first name basis, if I were loaded. Current Mood: accomplished
The Interview Meme
This comes from wolf_heart9
, who ported it from nice_girls_play
Interview Meme thing -1. If you want to be interviewed, leave a comment here.
2. I'll ask you five questions.
3. You'll post the answers on your own blog or lj, along with these rules.
4. If anyone replies, asking you for five questions, you'll ask them.
Post - Eastercon Recollections: Favourite Panels
The panels I attended during the Eastercon included the following:-
The Great Clomping Foot of Nerdism in Charles Suite
Continuity of Identity in Edward Suite
Current SF - A Fireside Chat (Dave Bradley of SFX and Paul Cornell's panel that basically turned into a discussion of SFX magazine, which was also brilliant)
GMTV - where everybody discovered that The Times had come up with a brand new literary category, namely Scifi and Fanatsy
Flash Fiction Workshop, where I chuntered away writing a short story, Misology
- coming soon to this very blog ...
LJ Isn't Just A Blog
and, briefly, Bad People Bad Sex Bad Wolf
Fireworks Lecture (included a presentation)
Is UK publishing overtly masculine?
and the Bid Session for LX 2009 Eastercon in Bradford, which passed
Adamist or Edenist?
But That's Not SF!
Hey, Dude, Where's My Ice Age?
Flash Fiction Workshop, Part 2
Professionals in Publishing
Other Kinds of Conventions
If the Swan had Sunk - a Shakespeare-themed recital of a wonderful piece of speculative fiction, namely how the world might have looked had William Shakespeare not existed
and finally, before the closing ceremony, Why I Want to Gafiate.
There were loads of other panels, but these were the ones I attended - and, when I get the time, I'll probably touch on each one, and more in further postings.
And don't worry about it all being a week old by now. I remember things from the first conventions I attended. One benefit of being tee total: you might not get to do anything daft, but at least you get to remember every waking moment you weren't daft ... Current Mood: accomplished
|Thursday, April 12th, 2007|
Meme from wolf_heart9
1. I'll post usernames of those friends I care about, people who are dear to me.
2. If you see your username in this post, do the same thing in your journal.
3. If you don't see your username in this post, it doesn't mean that I don't care about you at all.
4. The order of the usernames doesn't mean a thing. Even if you're the last in the list, it doesn't mean I care any less about you.
zenten Current Mood: accomplished
|Wednesday, April 11th, 2007|
Eastercon Post - Con Tasks: Just One Thing ...
I swore that, despite my having no funding during the last day of Eastercon to buy the following book, that I'd not forget it, and that in partial recompense for my inability to buy it back then, I would freely and happily promote it now.
Everyone who went to Eastercon will have remembered the Famous Shifting Topic, that caused the George Hay Spinoff lecture to be swapped with the "Glorifying Terrorism" panel discussion.
Well, Farah Mendlesohn has published a book, Glorifying Terrorism
, available to buy through Paypal.
Everyone who's not been to Eastercon, but who's reading this on either of my blogs, please consider (a) buying it; (b) going to your local bookstore and ordering it with the ISBN number.
All the details, including where to send cheques if you want to pay by snailmail, are there behind this link
. As soon as I get my budget back up and running again at ahealthy level, I promise I'm going to get the book, too, if only because
(a) books on "damned" topics are a special joy;
(b) I aim to wander through the public library, past a school, past my local police station, and in front of the local government's City Hall and, publicly, open up the book and read it in plain view of them all.
And have photos taken of the whole thing. Current Mood: Just doing my civic duty
Eastercon: Post - Con Reports etc
I shot the last frame of a single use camera today, just random shots of where I live. The weather looked good, so I thought: why not?
That camera contained photos of some of the scenery in and around Chester, so hopefully if they come out, I ought to be able to upload them onto Flickr and, thence, post the images somewhere here. Photos taken from within the con are in another camera, and I will finish that one off as well, pretty soon. :)
Meanwhile, my reports on the programme items, as well as feedback regards Eastercon, are still being drawn up. These include the Flash Fiction item, "Misology: A Hatred of Logic XOR Reason".
It's all go, and it wasn't helped by the inspired idea I'd had to create the fiat_knox_com
community blog, not to mention the resumption of my work on The Fourth Rewrite of my novel.
Just bear with me. You'll see stuff here soon enough. :) Current Mood: accomplished