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I'm posting this to remind all you good people about FreakAngels, a weekly web comic written by King Ellis and drawn by Paul Duffield. It's updated every Friday at noon UK time (UTC +1, if you need to know). This week's episode is #15.

That'll be all. Go back to your existences.

Because, you know, what else do you expect to read at quarter past one in the morning:

You see, the Earth's natural tendency is to fuck with you.  This is the secret of gardening.  The planet does not want to give you anything.  Mulching the soil is like waterboarding Gaia.  It's the Human saying to the Planet, "give me what I want or I will continue to drown you in handfuls of shit."  Be merciless.

He made some good points about the Heath Ledger business, too, but I'm keeping my own counsel on that; and I can't bring myself to care all that much.

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s/council/counsel/. I know; I suck. 

I can't be bothered to comment on this story (I'm busy finding new ways to not do things that I should be doing like tidying the office). But it's okay, because Warren Ellis has already done so, and that's far more entertaining. 

Warren Ellis worries about the dogs taking over. Me being a country boy, I worry about the cows. From the BBC (link):

A Sussex policeman has been discharged from hospital after an attack by about 50 cows left him with four broken ribs and a punctured lung.

I'll be eyeing the cows outside the back window with suspicion from here-on in.

I'm writing this from the concourse at London Euston, where I'm perched atop my luggage waiting for my train home to Lancaster. I wouldn't have been perched atop what is, let me tell you, a damn uncomfortable bag were it not for the fact that I rather over-prepared for the lack of a Victoria Line service this morning and in so doing managed to arrive an hour and a half before my train left. Still, at least I'm not going to be dashing around at the last minute, which is a bonus.

This week, I have mostly been sprinting on Launchpad things with part of the team here in London. This is the view we have from the office (did I mention that I love my job?). One of the great things about working where I do when I'm in London, for there are several, is that you get to see the weather coming from miles away. On Tuesday we got to watch a rainstorm sweeping its way from North to South across London. When I've fixed up the pictures and removed the reflections of strip lights from them (because there's not much call on the 27th floor for the windows to open) I'll post them up to Flickr for your enjoyment and edification.

The train back's going to take at least five hours to get to Lancaster (coming down took nearly eight hours due to a broken down train at Preston, so I'm not holding out too much hope), so I'm left wondering what to do with myself on the journey. On the way down I read Warren Ellis' Crooked Little Vein, which is hilarious but which you wouldn't lend to your mother, and now I'm reading Spook Country by William Gibson. I've also got the latest LUGRadio episode on my Zen, so the more I think about it, the more I think I'll manage. I might even get some hacking done if the fancy takes me.