This spacious (700 sq ft/70 m2), sunny apt is located in the trendy Canal St Martin area, in the 10th district

EUR500 / 1br - *** PARIS: Charming Apartment to rent -- fully furnished *** Montmartre

A large bright furnished full 1-bedroom apartment available in Montmartre.
Per Month, per week, or weekend. Per month 1200 Euros,

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video game movies (mention clive's blog collision detection)

christopher walken for President? if this wasn't surely a joke, I'd have to consider obtaining US citizenship so I could vote for him.

heard this a while back and didn't think of it again until I saw a reference to it in Quarterly Essay, of all places.

the underwear goes inside the pants

London, subway train: "what was that noise?"
"probably just the Tuesday morning bomb"
"oh, cool, back to the sports pages then..."

after a short break due to administrivia, I'm doing a little work again; filling up lots of spare 15-minute-blocks with quick net searches, that kind of thing.

completely unrelated, am I the only one who gets annoyed when queues for banks and (at the market) donuts line up ACROSS instead of ALONG the footpath? my new hobby is standing at the back of the donut line in a horizontal instead of vertical formation, if you know what I mean, and gradually moving it to the kerb where it's out of the way.

a blog by a US staff sergeant in Iraq, complete with photo of six-fingered Iraqi kid, if it's real

a british bobby's blog. well at least it's something different.

stafflist

real estate lust #2

yar boo sucks to Hotmail, who have locked me out of my email address on the first attempt to get in. this is an account I've had for seven years, using my full name, no numbers or letters etc. I have no idea why it locked me out; but it's not allowing me to go for the secret question option, which I'm sure I had set up. so that's that. end of email address. end of all the mail that's in there. end of several URLs I had registered to that address (I can retrieve those, at great pain to the management).

property lust #1

property lust #2

final proof that the Internet is really just here so we can fart about: stuffonmycat.com

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realistically by 2050 we would expect to be able to download your mind into a machine, so when you die it's not a major career problem

unless, of course, you're Paris Hilton.

how quickly they forget dept:

went into work today to meet an editor. she wasn't there when I arrived. I checked with a passing reporter, whom I'll call K, that I had the right office, mentioning that the editor was expecting me. K and I don't really know each other, but we have spoken and introduced ourselves long ago while at a press conference. after that she pretty much ignored me.

so I'm sitting there, checking out the books on the editor's table, wondering if she's forgotten my appointment, when through the door comes the sound of K whispering on the phone. she's calling security!. of course I couldn't hear every word, but the gist was that she wanted to know if the editor had allowed anyone in to see her (no, because I used my pass because I'm still on staff), and that there was someone in said editor's office, just sitting there.

K, as far as I can tell, doesn't share my sense of humour. so I couldn't lean over the divider and say "are you dobbing me in to security?". I pulled out my pass, put it on the table and waited to be nabbed. sadly, the editor turned up before I could enjoy the wonders of my workplace's security system. but really! why didn't K just ask me who I was? (of course I used to have long hair and now look like a slightly scary lesbian with my chemo regrowth. but is that any reason to call the dogs in? glad I don't look, like, Muslim or something...)

the most amazing apartment: part of a competition for the coolest, smallest apartment.

now I really want an apartment in New York...

"I'm makin' a list, I'm checkin' it twice..."

as you would, if you were about to have a midlife crisis. my best friend turns 40 next month. I turn 39 this week. so I've decided that the best plan is to work out what will really, really bug me when I turn 40, and do something about it now. kind of to soften the blow.

enjoying: a baby who sleeps for at least two hours a day.