Half a percent

Keith came round last night, so I was a little late for Cthulhu. I didn't want to kick him out, because I've seen him so rarely since I lost his phone number. I have it again now, so hopefully I'll see him again in the next week or so.

After Moleplaying, I went to the Hoose with my brother. A couple of torchies (Amy and Micah) were there, heavily recommending Black Sun Over Genoa.

Demon have fucked up again. They haven't been taking payment for the last year or so, because they decided to only use my old Cambridge address for the direct debit, and also to get in touch to tell me there was a problem. Of course, they didn't try actually emailing me as well, or anything clever like that, because they're a complete bunch of spanners it isn't company policy. As this has happened before and presumably will happen again . . . who does a decent ADSL, gives out static IP numbers, and ideally has a news server good enough to carry upg?

This scary post of JWZ's doesn't actually contain nudity, but might take some explaining if one of the cattleorkers sees it. Perhaps best to wait until you're at home if this might be a problem.

The Scienceblog is reporting that fishermen in Thailand have netted a catfish in the Mekong that turns the scales at 646 pounds (which is about 295 kilos - about the size of a grizzly bear). There's a photo. It's worth seeing.

Oi Polloi are playing again next week, along with the Gin Goblins. Sounds worth catching. It's a G8-related thing.