God Is party photos.

Party photos are here; password is "super". Please go through and fill in any missing or erroneous names or characters (note all the "?") and object to any shots you may grievously object to before they're made public. Photo policy. If you really like a shot and want an A4 photo, I would be most pleased to print one for you — I got some I'm extremely happy with. The S110/Ixus v is a damn fine camera.

I also have a separate and already-public collection of shots of narnee, who the camera loves.

This post is presently locked to those in the photos (and Liz, who has seen them), but will be unlocked in a coupla days.

Oh — and please let other people in pics who haven't seen them know about them.

Update: Now unlocked.

A shadowy Jesus flitted from tree to tree.

A dream from a few days ago:

[title, I forget]
Everyone You Know Wrote This Book

The book is a stitched-together hacker epic. Sysadmins and major geeks each wrote a page or two with authentic adventures in the real world. I forget the damned title.

In the dream world, paper books are still regarded as up to date information, and this one is forbidden. There are weird information go-fers all across the landscape, just wandering about. Like public net terminals in animal form, or something. Hackers write their stuff and chuck it into one of these. Another one gives them their messages.

I hear about the book very early in the morning while trying to get a camera repaired and being sent on wild goose chases around University engineering departments to collect it on time; I'd arrived too late the evening before and so made absolutely certain to arrive first thing the next day. The book features people I appear to already know, who seem to have a reasonable regard for me in terms of being part of the hacker circle, although I am in some small awe of their abilities. I am amazed at their 'l33t coolness and feel privileged to be around it.

The hero of one two-page tale goes to a library, drops a copy of the banned book into it, prominently requests a copy and escapes before the authorities can be summoned. He then writes this up as a chapter and drops it off with one of the information go-fers.

I buy a copy that very day and everyone already has it by evening. I consider blogging it in the afternoon ("has everyone already got this book?") just to look not completely behind the times.

My printed copy, I have to buy from a basement semi-licit bookshop. Most of the stock looks like bad bootlegs. This isn't a small basement, — they have quite a lot of stock. And it's pretty much all bad photoset offset printing (the sort that looks like a third-generation photocopy) in plain turquoise-aqua covers with the title in similarly bad multi-generation photoset offset printing. I find a copy that looks less badly photocopied than others and buy it and a few other books.

(I offer some work of my own to the female sales assistant, who rejects it. I have no idea what this means in the dream.)

By evening, every bookstore has this forbidden hacker epic. I am forced to publicly admit my lack of hacker cred and runs on the board. However, I appear to be one of those who can hang around hackers and understand what they're talking about, so that's probably okay.

I can't for the life of me remember almost anything about the content of the book. There's one paragraph which is written with ellipses and looks like rubbish on the page, but when read out loud is fantastic, like Burroughs does Hemingway or something.

I let love in.

katyha's God Is ... party was lovely. I'm currently waiting a couple of days in case of screaming before putting most of the party pics up (if I took a pic you haven't seen, please email), but a separate set of the ones of narnee are here for your delectation. You will be relieved to know that she failed to start any wars.

arkady went as Jenny Sparks, modulo pink hair which refused to shift for the bleach. We'd bought a sleeveless T-shirt and a pack of iron-on transfer inkjet paper that afternoon and made the shirt a few hours before (total cost: £2.33). I went as a sort of gay corporate Satan. We didn't get there till eleven, but had a lovely social time with the bisexual polyamorous perverts and stayed until two. I took another Metric Shitload of pictures on another handy Ixus. Love those old Ixuses. We both ended up completely exhausted in the morning despite not having had a drop to drink. Not that this could in any way be aftereffects of Friday, of course.

(I have yet to chew through all the Friday photos but will try to get through them in the next few days.)

Last night I bought yet another old Ixus for the pile stock and am stalking several more.