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Saturday, July 16th, 2005
5:09 am [mordantcarnival]	Hey there. Does anyone know who "asdfghjkl" is/was, and if ze is still into the whole moderation thing? Whilst on the subject: if anyone reading this is a Temple mod, you might like to check out this thread. Can we get a j0? (Comment on this)
Tuesday, July 12th, 2005
2:50 pm [fridgemagnet]	Who is "fuckbaked"? (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, June 25th, 2005
8:52 pm [blahflowers]	Oh look... The Knodge is still with us... 22nd comment. At least he's polite at the moment... Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, June 24th, 2005
7:14 pm [fridgemagnet]	seriously though More than one person with server access, a list of tech support numbers and so on. It's the future. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 23rd, 2005
7:47 pm [grey_area]	The Great BarbeCrash of 2005 So I figure this might be a good time to activate this thing, what with the 'Lith down for at least a week or so. One of the things worth chatting about might be what people can do to help out with the server costs...I was thinking of maybe launching some E-Bay auctions for graphic novels and assorted other crap that I have lying around and pledging the proceeds to the server fund. Good idea? Bad idea? Should we just organise a car-wash or a bake sale instead? (9 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 19th, 2005
2:26 pm [leoz]	PoR Issue # 2 is out http://www.thesearenotthedroidsyourelook.info/ The second issue of PoR has been released. Enjoy! (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 20th, 2004
7:57 am [blahflowers]	Has Cholister changed hir user name to Mane? Only Mane has been asking for a load of posts to be deleted recently in a way that only Cholister has in the past. If ze's changed hir name ze's managed to do it very quietly, but I don't understand why whoever Mane is ze's posts then decides days later to delete when it's pretty inconsequential stuff... Current Mood: confused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 15th, 2004
8:51 pm [fridgemagnet]	really really angry now I'm sorry, but if there are really so many people on Barbelith who cannot see that posting threads giving credence to patently false anti-Semitic rumours is a bad thing, I can't see myself staying. For fuck's sake. This is fucking disgusting. For the sake of my sanity I have to believe that the motivation is idiocy rather than racism, but CHRIST ON A FUCKING BICYCLE. I look forward to further threads such as "Blacks: why are they always after white women?" and "So, is it true that those gay fellas pork kiddies?" Because, you know, it's common knowledge. Current Mood: pissed the fuck off (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, April 28th, 2004
8:46 pm [cusm]	Well, lookie here I was just wondering why noone's started a Barbelith community on LJ yet. Nifty. Too bad its dead. Wankers. *dances around to stir up dust* *coughs on dust* *sits back down again* Oh well. (6 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, January 10th, 2004
9:26 pm [fridgemagnet]	Hmph There was an error processing your request: Your account has been disabled. For all enquiries, please contact Tom. Well, I'm still blocked. Bah. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, January 2nd, 2004
6:05 am [leoz]	HAPPY NEW YEAR! ya silent bassids! (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Monday, September 29th, 2003
1:05 pm [roseseule]	OK...maybe this could be fun I have created a Barbelith tribe. Join now or no pie for you! It's right here! (Comment on this)
Thursday, August 14th, 2003
12:02 am [leoz]	Moo is this Community still alive? (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, April 10th, 2003
12:33 pm [autodidactic]	the formula My friend cpmcdill directed me to an article: Software Program Designed to Spot Musical Hits Wed Mar 12, 3:12 PM ET LONDON (Reuters) - Picking the next worldwide hit song could soon be as easy as running a software program. Hit Song Science (HSS), software developed by Barcelona-based company Polyphonic HMI, is designed to spot the hits before they are released. The company says it picked out Norah Jones (news) for stardom months before her debut album garnered eight Grammy awards. "The HSS software looks for songs that match the musical traits of known hits," according to New Scientist magazine. It identifies characteristics such as melody, harmony, beat variation, tempo, rhythm and pitch that send songs to the top of the charts. Although there are millions of songs on the market, the biggest sellers are found in clusters with similar characteristics. But those special traits are not always obvious. Irish rock group U2 and Beethoven had similar values according to the software. The Beatles and Elvis also matched up with their distinctive traits. "There are a limited number of mathematical formulas for hit songs," said Polyphonic HMI's chief executive Mike McCready (news). "We don't know why," he added. Several major record companies are trying out the software to increase their chances of putting their money on a winner. ( And it got me thinking about histories, potential avenues for subversion, etc. ) Current Mood: pensive Current Music: Stereo MCs - Connected (Comment on this)
Monday, March 24th, 2003
1:51 pm [autodidactic]	pay to play There was this faction in London that called themselves "The Invisibles" after that Grant Morrison comic book that I'd read back in college. Except that they were mostly computer geeks renting themselves out as a "party crewe" to errant geeky American tourists for three hundred quid a week. Four of them, only. The deal was, you'd be the fifth one, like the book. Jacob was a DJ at an exclusive Kensington-area club. Talia was a supermodel that was fond of taking a month or three off for kicks. Nate was probably the best bartender I'd ever known, and it seemed like he knew almost everyone whenever he walked through Camden Town. Vince was an American expatriate cabdriver that lived south of the river in an amazingly huge warehouse. Me? I'd fill in the technological whizkid role. Buttons were pushed, wires transmitted, and nine hundred quid got transfered to a strange bank account operating out of Holland. I would land June 23rd. *** The weeks leading up to my adventure were mostly spent with a smug smile on my face. I kept my plans a secret from everyone, copping a knowing glance and a smirk whenever I could. I walked home through the streets of my faceless suburb, knowing that for every aching vertebra, every scald burn, every obnoxious customer squinting up at the menu above me, I'd have a corresponding hour of pure fucking fun. I'd saved all winter. I explained it to my roommates as a friendship gathered through online communities, and that I deserved a fucking break from the mundanity, so I would be gone for three weeks to visit them. You know, sit in some different coffeehouses, see a couple of music festivals, get delirious on alcopops and stumble home in the rain. You know, London shit. They bought it. *** The fun started the moment I got off the plane. A severe policewoman escorted me to some grey little room deep in the bowels of Heathrow, sternly accusing me of having marijuana on my person. "I'm sure my jacket smells like it, certainly, but that's only because I was at a party a couple of days ago..." "Yer, yer, right. We'll see." Flicker of fluorescent, snap of rubber gloves. I was sweating, hoping that I'd shoved the quarter of KB wrapped in Saran Wrap and tied into a Trojan deep enough up my ass. No joke, my pants came off, my boxers were in a figure-eight heap around my ankles, and I turned just in time to see most of her hand disappear into a vat of very unsanitary-looking, hair-ridden Vaseline. I prayed to the saints with a fervor I'd not possessed since my pregnancy scare at fifteen. The lights shut off, a large wall slid aside, and there was another room, done up in purple and red lights, with Vince, Jacob, and Nate applauding and holding a videocamera. "WELCOME TO LONDON!" read the (neon!) sign over them. I smiled through the tears. I was going to get my money's worth. >>>to be continued<<< Current Mood: cheerful Current Music: Mandrill - Fat City Strut (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 19th, 2003
8:30 am [enamon]	God and Adam walk into a bar. Adam orders a Zima. God looks around and orders a Bloody Mary. Nine months later Jesus is born. har har har. (Comment on this)
Friday, February 28th, 2003
9:03 am [toddius]	Augh - Am I the only one getting SQL errors out the wazoo on Barbelith the last 2-3 days? I need it today - it promises to be very boring at work andmy fingers are feeling chatty. Does anyone know what's going on? Current Mood: blank (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, February 27th, 2003
9:09 pm [enamon]	God comes down the mountain and sees Adam eating the forbidden fruit. "Put down that fruit, biotch!" says God. "No." says Adam. "Yes, biotch!" says God. "No," says Adam once more, "You're not my mother." "Don't talk back to me!!!" yells God now aflame with fury. "Jesus," says Adam, "don't get so angry. It's just a stupid fruit. Look, what you need is a nice cold one. Let's go to that bar over there and I'll buy you a beer. It's on me." And so God and Adam walk into a bar... I'm sure there's a punchline somewhere in all this. (Comment on this)
9:01 pm [enamon]	I wish someone wrote something that started out like this: - Dude, your grandma's freaking hot! - ... What? - Dude, she's hot! I'd do her. - She's SEVENTY FIVE! - I don't care. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, February 2nd, 2003
7:51 am [autodidactic]	a revealing tidbit I was looking at one of my favorite blogs, and came across a link to a very interesting article about Bush II's Messianic complex. This article, probably more suited for sos_usa, has a part in it that I think Barbeloids would find quite interesting: ...Frum also cites the speech that Bush gave at his alma mater, Yale, on May 21, 2001. It was one Bush personally worked very hard on, and Frum said it was among the President's most self-revealing. Said Bush: "Life takes its own turns, makes its own demands, writes its own story. And along the way, we start to realize we are not the author." Read with the jaundiced eye of someone who can detect many different layers of reality, and you'll find the article even more interesting than the already-interesting thing that it is. Current Mood: sleepless (Comment on this)