Ellard

Children gather around – do you know why a PC is called a PC? It’s a Personal Computer. It means that once upon a time we used ‘dumb terminals’ connected to a server, and that’s where the applications were stored. You would ‘time share’ on the ‘mainframe’. We got rid of that shit. It was [...]

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Joel Stein at Time.com wrote:
Skwerl, 27, is in a punk band and used to work for Universal Music. Now he works for a Web marketing company. “Among my friends, I’m the guy known for getting things no one can get,” he says. “I’m just that rabid for information.” Skwerls are the people who make the [...]

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Note. Use the 774A form for classical or operatic performer.
Visual arts requires form 775.
Before completing this form ensure that you are describing a musical performer currently under contract to an approved international musical label and/or publisher.
Attach original copies of supportive evidence to the form as appropriate.
It was great to see insert name of Australian [...]

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It’s 1AM and these thoughts have to go somewhere before I forget.
Item: I am hearing about mechanisms for storage which is all very good, but what we need is a mechanism for retrieval. We already have people busy storing. Squirrels. Nuts. Buy all the hard drives you want guys – that’s half the problem. Something [...]

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I laid my thesis. As in, version 1.0. Like the very ending of Portnoy’s Complaint, the psychiatrist says, ‘now we can begin’.
A new subsection of this site will carry the journey onwards. Because, having done it, I now know what I want to do.
Comedy. They had sent me an email saying there was severe penalties [...]

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Television, drug of the nation… the Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy once sang in less complex times. Obviously television is BAD because powerful people control it and it only works one way, they make it and you watch it. It is electronic methadone, it makes you sleepy and it makes you passive and it makes [...]

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Crazed scenes in the House of Disorder as a crate of Adenoids arrives at the same time as metal cased Albums lie about in various states of construction. Imagine two record fairs mounted on the backs of trucks colliding at speed. I don’t think there’s been this many LPs in this house in decades. The [...]

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