I went to the lonix

I went to the lonix (london linux users) meet tonight. It was really strange being in a Dutch pub and not speaking Dutch. Someone actually said to me, ‘how does a pretty girl like you end up here?’ Still, at least he wasn’t ignoring me completely.
Actually, it wasn’t too bad, considering I rocked up without knowing anyone. I had some interesting conversations.
The bar was meant to be ‘stylishly dutch delivered with real personality’ but it wasn’t all that Dutch – the sandwiches in the ‘Between the Bread’ section of the menu were closed – two pieces of bread is sacrilege in the Netherlands.

So andrew ‘fuckwit’ sullivan is

So andrew ‘fuckwit’ sullivan is writing for salon now.
The quote below reads like he wrote a description of himself and changed a few words – conservative to liberal, right to left – to level the charges at his perceived opposition.
“He provides a stream-of-consciousness description of recent events,
filtered through the mind of an Upper West Side liberal, desperately
trying to out-rad-chic his peers. His columns are hard to refute because
there are no hard refutable arguments, merely a series of prejudices, or
alleged correlations, or mere observations designed to appeal to people
who already agree with him.”

This is a strange country.

This is a strange country. Today I saw a squirrel, and tried Worcester sauce flavoured chips.
I’m having a lot of trouble with lunch. I haven’t seen a cafe yet that lists a salad sandwich on their menu, and I’m growing to hate repeating myself, “yes, a sandwich with just salad” (at least in Amsterdam I could ask for a broodje gezond zonder vlees). I’ve learnt never to say yes to ‘mayonnaise’ because it’s usually actually ‘salad cream’.
For some reason I’m listening to Radio L, “playing pop music Liechtenstein style”.

I gave myself a disasterous

I gave myself a disasterous haircut that made one of my housemates laugh and laugh. Then I fixed it up using a cd as a mirror and it didn’t look too bad. Mia’s haircut was brought to you tonight by the Throwing Muses and her unsteady right hand.
Fraser reckons “Unsteady Right Hand” is a great name for a band. If only I had some musical talent. Not that I really need any, I was watching the English Popstars and some girl explained she was at the audition because she ‘liked singing and she was too dumb for school’.