The Internet. Chapter 3
I've moved blogs. Well, sort of. I'm now on Squarespace 7 instead of 5 and I'm still trying to figure things out. It's very confusing (actually in fairness to the kind folk at Squarespace, it's not. It's just because I'm a creature of habit and having to find my way around something new is always a challenge for me). Anyway! Who cares? This week was SPACE. I've seen Interstellar twice and I think there might be a third time on the horizon. Did I ever tell you about the time I saw Jurassic Park 8 times - eight times - in the cinema? No? Lucky you.
Get some kanye-fidence instead.
Now watch the world in glorious 4D and think about Kanye again. Did someone say insignificant twat?
So that's the world, now read about the metaphysics of Interstellar. I really like that film.
The soundtrack to Interstellar is - and I use this word in the literal sense, which, let's face it, is an all too rare thing today - epic. It's out now so go buy it, but on headphones, sit back, close your eyes, and think of space and shit.
If you really want more, you can read about life as an astronaut. To repeat something I said on Facebook, I read an interview with an astronaut once, I don't remember who, and they said that as part of their initiation, every leader, president, prime minister, king - whatever - should go into space and look at our planet from a distance, because it gives you the unmistakeable realisation that we're all alone, and we're all the same. I thought that was a pretty cool (if highly unrealistic), idea.
OK, enough of this space business, look at these nice cartoons by Adarsh Balak.
Enough cartoons, look at these 6 links that show you what Google knows about you. I didn't have to look very far to see something I wish I hadn't.
- Ad preferences
- Where you've been
- Search history
- Devices you've used
- Apps that use your info
- Export your data if you want
This is really silly but I like it.
Another ipsum generator, and a good one. Gives you gems like, "The temperature inside this apple pie is over one thousand degrees. If I squeeze it, a jet of molten bramley apple will squirt out. Could go your way; could go mine. Either way, one of us is going down." Yes, it's the Alan Partridge ipsum generator. Go nuts.
Enjoy your weekend. I sit in anticipation of a baby arriving, but it probably won't until Christmas day, the little sod.
