I’m a newly minted Wikipedia editor. I looked up the page on plant cell walls t’other night for a bit of clarification (my handwritten notes are godawful) and noticed a slight, well, inaccuracy is the wrong word because it’s possibly true…let’s say irrelevancy. So I signed up and fixed it as any ethical person would, though of course I took a quick snapshot of it first.
Like the comment says, just about everything looks like magic when you slow it down enough.
(cheers to Wings for the link)
Must’ve been almost ‘House Doubles for a Quid’ time at the boozer across from GU Towers.
The University of Oxford geneticist and campaigning atheist Richard Dawkins has established a foundation to keep God out of the classroom and prevent “pseudo science” taking over in schools, it emerged today.
1) Dawkins is a geneticist?
2) “Emerged today”? If you mean “I heard about it today and cor blimey it’s news to me guv’nor” then it’s probably best to keep that quiet when the article’s going on the front page of the Graun’s website and the foundation was announced back in September.
Let’s see:
I’m just one man! For the love of god, how can any sane person expect me to fit all that into the next few months, I- ooh.
”Exams will be taken at the start of May. Resits, if required, will take place during July.”
Lovely.
Tch. Back Off Man is barely out of nappies, and already I’m lying to you. Did I not swear, just a couple of months ago, that I would offer up some musings on the horror genre come Hallowe’en? And did I not, thanks to NTL and my punishing workload *cough*, utterly fail to do so? O my children, it will not happen again. Hopefully.
In the meantime, be sated with a gander at Empire’s top 25 movies scares. It’s a fine selection - and includes a moment from Ghostbusters, which the pleasingly geeky amongst you will recognise as the source of this blog’s name - and I can’t argue with the choice for number one. I’d have to go with something else from that list, though, as my own favourite new-trousers-matron scene: The Descent, at number eight. Maybe I’ve seen the classics too many times to be really affected by them now - I’m sure that if I watched Carrie for the first time tomorrow, I’d poo my entire spine out - but nothing has scared me recently as much as that bit from the chicks with picks classic. *spoilers from here*
It’s got everything, you see. It’s got the sheer grimness of the crawler himself, ugly bugger that he is. It’s creepy - he’s stood right there, silent and ever so slightly curious. And then he moves, and does it make you jump? Fucking hell, does it. And it’s the moment where everything goes to absolute shit - never mind broken legs, there’s a pickaxe through the neck to savour just a few minutes away. Marvellous.
