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October 15th, 2009 | researchmaterial
From here:
Citizen journalists are almost as good as citizen dentists
October 15th, 2009 | researchmaterial
From here:
Citizen journalists are almost as good as citizen dentists
October 15th, 2009 | brainjuice
And bugger me it’s chilly out here today. I am brought to you by the power of Google Chrome on an Eee 901. If you’re on a similar machine and are noticing unusual slowdowns and heavy battery use while using Firefox to read or write on the web, get it off your machine and install Chrome. All fixed.
I was worried for a while there that I’d need new kit. I mean, I carry too many devices as it is, these days. The time when I could travel with a Treo, a foldaway keyboard and an mp3 player are long gone — and even then, I wished for push email. Now I carry a (dying) Nokia N95 8GB, a Blackberry Curve, a Sony 32GB mp3 player and this Eee, in a canvas Whitechapel bag ganked from Avatar. (And if there are any of those left, I imagine they’ll be offered for sale on FREAKANGELS tomorrow.)
It’s possible that I could work on the new Nokia N900, if they’ve got the apps ecosystem sorted and the outboard-keyboard system isn’t weirded out the way it was on the N800 tablet (it refused to recognise so many keys that I couldn’t produce work on it with any efficiency), but I discovered years ago that having to answer a phone call on the same portable device you’re writing on can get a bit annoying. It’s all gotten a bit complicated. Also, I’m starting to get app envy whenever I look at iPhone 3GS ads.
Anyway. All of which is to say, I’m finishing up at the pub, and will be back later.
This is Warren Ellis dotcom. Hello.
October 15th, 2009 | music
I’m sure I’ve played this here before, but what the hell, it makes me smile. Nick Cave and Shane MacGowan doing "What A Wonderful World."
G’night, people.
October 14th, 2009 | brainjuice
All right. I give up. There is no escape from Facebook. So: I will approve any and all friend requests, whether you’re human or not, and I will simply trust you to help me break Facebook and give it the pain it deserves. Help me make it whimper and die and leave me alone. It’s here. Go nuts. Please.
October 14th, 2009 | brainjuice
October 14th, 2009 | Work, shivering sands
For the last several months, Ariana and I have been picking at the great volume of stuff I’ve written for the internet over the last seven years or so, on this site and elsewhere. And we’ve hacked and hammered and crammed until it fills about a hundred and seventy pages of your actual printed paper.
It will be available for ordering soon. But I’m so pleased with the cover Ariana built that I wanted to show it off in advance.

October 14th, 2009 | researchmaterial
It uses meta-materials, previously applied to the "invisibility cloak" technology:
An electromagnetic "black hole" that sucks in surrounding light has been built for the first time. The device, which works at microwave frequencies, may soon be extended to trap visible light, leading to an entirely new way of harvesting solar energy to generate electricity.
October 14th, 2009 | brainjuice
It’s the season to sit indoors at the bloody computer all bloody day with gallons of coffee to stave off death, and therefore it’s time (god help me) for the annual Autumn Interrogation Of Warren at my message board, where I’ll try to attempt to answer any question that isn’t already covered in the first post. Or lie outrageously in a vain stab at making you go away.
October 14th, 2009 | about warren ellis/contact
Apparently Wizard are running ads in their magazines like this one, which a friend found in Toy Fare today:
The strong implication, of course, being that I’m going to be a guest at this convention.
First I’ve fucking heard of it.
I’m presuming this is some kind of impossibly convoluted but innocent mistake, as opposed to "well, if we just SAY Warren Ellis is showing up, then he’ll HAVE to." But I’ve had no contact from Wizard World about this or any other show, so, god knows what actually happened for this to have somehow gotten printed…
Anyway. I’m not attending this show, nor any other Wizard World show, in 2010. In fact, right now, I have no plans to attend any comics convention in 2010.
October 14th, 2009 | Work, brainjuice
Yes yes god damnit the constant fucking ringing of the doorbell and the constant fucking ringing of the phone means I’m awake after basically no fucking sleep at all this is Warren Ellis Dot Com fuck you all to hell
Oh. Wait. Pupcake wants everyone at her Washington comics store to know that ANNA MERCURY 2 #2 is out today. What with the delays as Avatar switched printers, I’d forgotten that myself. How lovely.
October 14th, 2009 | music
stupid last.fm won’t let you embed their stupid last.fm player grumble mutter fuckit
To an old bloke like me, there’s a certain fond familiarity to the new record by The Medusa Snare, that puts me back in my bedsit in 1988. But, my god, "Slow Motion" is the pure strain. I mean, you can conjure up the influences as easily as I can — Velvets, seen through the fuzzed-out Spector of post-PSYCHOCANDY Jesus And Mary Chain and the autumnal rock romance of The House Of Love, etc etc — but the great shining tones of those opening guitar notes cut through like shafts of sunlight through cloud.
Somewhere, there will always be people making music like this. Because they have to.
"Slow Motion" by The Medusa Snare.
Good night.
October 13th, 2009 | brainjuice
October 13th, 2009 | people I know
Today, Wil Wheaton releases his new book MEMORIES OF THE FUTURE (a title I think I’m responsible for talking him into using). All details, including the explanatory and funny foreword, are here at this link.
(And, no, I can’t find it in myself to give much of a toss about Star Trek, even though I can feel Katie West glaring at me all the way from Canada right now. But Wil is a funny writer, and funny writers can make anything entertaining, including reviews of Star Trek episodes, especially when he was acting in them as a kid and forced to wear the worst clothes anyone outside of a max-security prisoner or someone from the 1970s was ever forced to wear.)
(I therefore commend your attention to this book as a Funny and also Interesting book that is otherwise about a tv series I wouldn’t go out of my way to watch. Put another way: I wouldn’t keep the tv episodes in the house, but I would keep the book. Yes? Yes.)
October 13th, 2009 | researchmaterial
People who had problems with the time-travel theories in PLANETARY #27 should look away right now. There is a theoretical possibility that an elementary particle is reaching into the past to destroy itself:
…time to test one of the most bizarre and revolutionary theories in science. I’m not talking about extra dimensions of space-time, dark matter or even black holes that eat the Earth. No, I’m talking about the notion that the troubled collider is being sabotaged by its own future. A pair of otherwise distinguished physicists have suggested that the hypothesized Higgs boson, which physicists hope to produce with the collider, might be so abhorrent to nature that its creation would ripple backward through time and stop the collider before it could make one…
October 13th, 2009 | researchmaterial
From Italy, a tiny telefactored robot camera that you swallow. I suspect not everyone will be ready for The Spider Pill:
Experts believe the device, which is swallowed by the patient and controlled by doctors using a wireless connection, could transform the difficult and invasive process of diagnosing serious conditions. The pill, which contains a tiny camera, is also fitted with tiny legs that can be activated remotely once it is inside the colon or intestine.
The legs protrude outwards and are movable in order to make the device ‘crawl’ inside the patient like a spider…
IT’S CRAWLING INSIDE YOU LIKE A SPIDER
FEEL ITS LITTLE ROBOT LEGS INSIDE YOU
FOR SCIENCE
Yeah, possibly the uptake on this one might be a little slower than expected. Wonderful idea, though, and ripe for fucking-with in fiction. THE SPIDER PILL itself sounds like a title.
October 13th, 2009 | people I know, researchmaterial
A brilliant essay on the adult film industry and its recession, the depths of its dissonance and damage, by Susannah Breslin. I would call this your essential read of the day: They Shoot Porn Stars, Don’t They?
At the center of the screen, a young woman is perched on the edge of the couch, alone. As the camera closes in on her, she smiles tentatively and crosses her arms protectively.
Her look is that of a 21st century Bettie Page. She has long, dark hair with short bangs and bright blue eyes rimmed with heavy black eyeliner. She wears a cropped black top with a plunging v-neck, a baby pink plaid miniskirt (not unlike the one worn by Britney Spears in the schoolgirl-themed music video for “… Baby One More Time”), and white high heels—otherwise known as “stripper shoes.”
“OK, so what are we going to do?” a man standing off-camera asks in a voice that sounds as if it has been digitally altered. “Should I just beat the shit out of her?”
October 13th, 2009 | Work
Bugger the robot head that steals my cigars. I love these Gil Kane BLACKMARK pages. It’s pretty generic post-apoc barbarian fantasy. Archie Goodwin, once again writing for Kane, does his best, but he had to follow the genre (”Obey and enjoy the genre,” Michael Moorcock once said), and, you know, it was the 1970s… it’s pretty prog-rock purple…