1825 Inventor George Stephenson drives first passengers steam locomotive in history on Stockton and Darlington railway line, reaching top speed of 24 mph/39kmh
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| Steam-powered pram, 1825 |
The racehorse Man O' War only lost one race in his entire career, when he started facing the wrong way.
11.53
If I get sent one more spreadsheet/powerpoint/confidential document the back of my head will blow out.
12.18
In you a star is born and/You cut a perfect form
Fragrant rubbish. Loads of hotties about the house today. I know somebody getting a divorce from her.
12:26
hard work = infinity. Everybody is disappeared. Gone blind to the network- look busy. D'ya see? That's the whole trick. Satisfaction's tough.
13:00
Gurriers walked into his house in the 'Core and shorim in de legs. Twice. Not that they were countin'. They were only making sure they got all his legs.
14:03
Just went for a quickie - way to miss every body. If you disappear they all come looking for you, however. If you reappear, they all disappear.
14:15
Counting two double cigarette breaks an hour.
14:30
SCENE, BANANASOFT HQ
Two female nerds in the marketing department of a large multinational, coming down from lunch, bellies bulging, nattering ya ya.
One nerdette is telling the other nerdette a joke.
Blah blah. They come to the double doors, swipe a card and it beeps approval.
Apparantly nerdette One has just dropped her punchline. The doors swing open, one each to a door.
N2 says "I don't get it." No laughs.
N1 has to deliver it over again.
N2 says "Oh I get it." Still no laughs. They leggo the doors and go back to their desks. I hold the line to my insurance agent.
15.07
This place would be alright if it wasn't for the fucking eejits around here! It's obvious why it can't be done = there's no love.
15:22
Pressure on here in work and I am having to blast the Man In Black album up to shut out the greedy murmur of little men/lesbians. Caroline had her finger on it "They're so important" (not).
17.50
And I'm still here after a day full of crappy meetings and all that. A two tone tan that matches his shoes. Assign myself to calm down.
18:30
off I fuck
integrity displaced by ambition and injust over humble craft
wait for the whites of their eyes
forged email forwarded
credit claimed for work I did
23:07
The cauldron around Stalingrad, with rings of black knights surrounded by rings of white knights while fighting in the white centre. The kessel, that vast pot that scalded millions. The whole city fought for brick by brick. Fire by blood-red fire.
If it's not drunks hosing down the neighbourhood with urine, it's tourists beating on scumbags to get their money back. You forget in many of these foreign countries they have national service, preparing to repel the dreaded Hun, so they know how to fight and it takes more than "boo" to shoo them. These people, these people are out there imperialising and civilising and defending and genociding all the bleedin' time. So they could crack an Irish scumhead in the blink of an eye and not even think twice.
Smack! An Iraqi man's head shot by a 50 cal round, made in the USA. A grotesquely-large hollowed-out burst egg-shell perched atop a corpse, sitting behind the wheel of a car, like a freeze frame brain exploding sideways, backways, upways and everyways to expose the vacuous volume turned inside out.
What's so weird and morbidly fascinating is, seeing how much space the white bones of a shot head project as it de-constructs in an uncontrolled collateral-catastrophe generated from a counter-attack against forces unknown in an asymmetric war that unfolds foggily.
The blame for the attack on the Parallelogram Towers and the Pentagon, the binary War on Terror, the infinite intifada can all be laid four square and fair at the feet of irate mathematicians: Chaos theoreticians, unhappy with the Euclidian geometry of human outlines. Wisecracking Nukelidians:
- don't fuck with boom boom
- Dead bodies cant fuck with us. I like it.
- Kill or be killed.
- I've seen worse.
- You faggots who hate these soldiers can all die screaming, skinless in a vat of boiling vomit. Fuck
- totally fucking gross lol.
- you can almost read his thoughts
- looks like he lost his head
Fifty calibre wit with the same sick purpose. To brutalise brutes. The major problem with shooting someone on the street in Iraq, it seems, unfortunately, is you have to clean up the mess yourself. They should make that the law around here. The only punishment for zapping a presumed terrorist or a scumbag or someone who looks at you sideways is to clean up what you kill. "They should just explo-ude the whole loh."
A 17-year-old has been charged at the Children's Court with the manslaughter of a man whose body was found near the Liffey Valley Shopping Centre in west Dublin on Sunday.
http://bit.ly/ev9bQt
23:28
The Yanks, they want to milk the lies bred on the Presidential bull ranch. Something to fill the void. Empty out the blinding boringness of being alive. Replacing nothingness with more meaningful hate. Rewarding hate. Cherished antagonism. Righteous indignation, warming the cockles of your desiccated soul.
