Lost... Damn... I've mailed these links out like ten times already. Don't you people know how to Google for this shit? Lost as a text adventure is all over the internets but here is the original link. Here is the link to Charlie's band Drive Shaft who seem to be soldiering on without him. And here is the website of the airline Oceanic. There's a lot of hidden crap on there including some script pages, bottled messages (check the source code) and some teasers for season two. You may find the seating plan of some use especially if you have a head for NUMBERS. And yep - the monster Rover was in the first episode but we were all too dumb to even notice: Did I mention SPOILERS? If you're reading this and still waiting for the UK to get around and show it then grow a fucking backbone and torrent the fucking thing. Now leave me alone. I don't even like Lost. Now Deadwood... there's a fucking show. Some bright spark cut out everything except the swearing from an episode and made this educational MP3 available... ahh cocksuckers... Mike is writing to the Old Boy soundtrack

Bullet beats paper (and child) A 4-year-old boy was shot and killed Sunday afternoon after he slipped undetected behind a paper target that family members and friends were using for gun practice. It gets better... The target didn't completely obscure the child, but he was wearing camouflage pants, making him difficult to see against the foliage... A 40-year-old man who is a friend of the family was shooting a 45-caliber handgun at the target from about 30 feet away. The bullet hit the target and then struck the 4-year-old and killed him... the incident was "a pretty straightforward accident." Pretty straightforward if you think a fun family day out is dressing your kids up like soldiers and then pulling out 45 caliber handguns. It's one way of stopping four year olds growing up as fucking stupid as their parents I guess... Mike is writing to Beatallica

Designed to be placed inside underwear... This is so much better than a cameraphone... Mike is writing to Sleater Kinney

Peter Cushing is waiting... On our way out to the Frightfest... I owe a LOT of email, but it's a mad long weekend so I'll get to it when I can. There's a photo of the cat wearing octopus underwear up on Warren's site... mixed in with all the other weirdos... odd how many of that lot I know. Brought together by a love of ass eels. Posting over the bank holiday will be choppy at best... And how annoying was the LOST finale? Although Hurley was as awesome as ever... he should eat Jack and claim Kate as his cannibal love bride... Gotta go... Mike is writing to Agnostic Front

Pep Rally... Should be a good afternoon It IS a good day. Nothing like getting great music, a letter (in this day and age!) and photos in the post to bring on the happy. That's the soundtrack for today sorted out then... Thanks Laura! Mike is writing to She Makes War

Minimal to max... Go download this interview with Chuck Palahniuk: "Mommy, why does Cookie Monster smell like pussy?" Good stuff. At the other end of the scale I'm meeting Iain Sinclair again this afternoon. His work is unbelievably joyously dense compared to Chuck's minimal biting prose, but they are both in my top ten writers... should be a good afternoon. Mike is writing to Bonnie Prince Billy

Foolish Earthman... My eyes feel like they were removed in the night and the sockets used to pleasure conjoined twins... Back to bed before 5am. I was on the tube at 7am. And of course today was the day the whole underground system seemed to fold in on itself. Fuck knows how many times I had to change trains... I think I surfaced in Mexico City at one point. It was all very Three Businessmen like... Finally got to Harrow at 9am. 4 hour journey all round. Could have been half way to New York. London, ladies and gentleman, can go fuck itself. Then again I don't have to ride the bastard tube twice a day so I'll shut up. Busy busy. An interview with Iain Sinclair to arrange, an 18 hour horror film festival on Saturday, Sunday is fucking about day (but will probably become manic writing day) and the Bank Holiday I am vegetating. Do not remove my fucking feeding tube. Next week proper is divided between meeting up with She Makes War (go vote for them HERE) and arguing with people about undead protocols. I have some media luvvy type invites to reply to as well, but so far only one seems interesting... If I network more than once a week I get headaches like Drew's dad in Firestarter... go on... take the card... you want to take the card... Ow. Mike is writing to The Kleptones

Brain spasm... 2.00 am and you're ready to collapse on the bed. Long. Fucking. Day. 2.15 am and your brain floods with conception worms. Stupid. Fucking. Imagination. 2.30 am and the head contractions get you out of bed. Idiot. Fucking. Mike. 2.35 am and you're banging away on a laptop again. Kill. Me. Now. Mike is writing to The Doors

Fresh wrapping... Been a while since I updated the sperlash... More changes on the inside soon... Mike is writing to Jets to Brazil

Microcosm...

Anyway today has been weird, at 3 some guy ringed the bell. I went down and recognized it was my sister's former boyfriend. He told me he wants to get his fishing poles back. I told him to wait downstair while I get them for him. While I was searching them, he is already in the house. He is still here right now...

19 year old Simon Ng was murdered just after writing that final entry in his blog. The guy he let in tied him up and stabbed him to death before waiting for the sister to come home and killing her too. The blog entry led police to the murderer. The comments left on his blog make for bizarre reading: if u were some other nationality i won't really care dat much cuz people die everyday in new york... dude, you dont have to worry about missing japanese class ever again... First thing that came to my mind was that the lil azn murderer probably got his butthole licked by 6 big n black, broly niggas at Rikers on his first night there. Eek... i just hope that fucking poke guy will get tortured and raped everyday in jail for the rest of his fucking life... hmm...i wonder if dead people's spirits come back to their xangas so they can read their comments... damnn sum crazy stuff RIP...P.S I hope you weren't a yankees fan cause they're sucking so bad this year... God bless you and God bless xanga for catching your killer... ^-^ omg, datz lyk totally s4d, i h0p3 you accepted j3zuz into yo lyf so u go ta h34v3n... I know how it feels for someone to die. even tho it has not happened to me, I have a way of putting myself in other people's positions... rest in peace man, hope you get to see star wars eps 3 up there... I'm white. I still care... Hrm, I don't think they have broadband internet access in the afterlife... that bastard of an ex boyfriend should sent to jail for life and be a sex slave to those jail thugs... HOLY FUCK! RIP... I hope you're in heaven right now, and not in hell... the only air hes gonna be breathing for the rest of his natural life is the recirculated air in prison... Hi. It seems pretty scary reasing about this? I really don't get it? I have no idea how you died. What's it like? Can you even read this?... r.i.p. shit like this ain't cool... I hope you guys were Christians. That way I could definitly say that you will be up in Heaven... I never really liked asians but sorry anyways... holy shit like whoa. that's fuckin CREEPY!... I wanna pay my respects becasue we both shared interest in anime... What a fascinating and disturbing era we live in... Did you know it was coming? Or did it happen fast and painless to where you just suddenly drifted into sleep? Were you scared?... I hope you get to see episode 3 sometime; it was a great conclusion... wow. maybe if you hadn't been a fucking useless blogger-head like a million other dumb net-fucks, you would've been more observant and active in the world around you and you wouldn't be sucking fertilizer through gaping knife-wounds now. ah well--since you're asian i imagine you'll get a new chance in the next life to not waste it on documenting your existence via the net as a substitute for actually LIVING and ACTING for your life. c'est l'vie! Rest In Perdition, slant-boy... oh good grammar dude! Go and learn English before trying to learn Japanese... Hey dumbshit, you should have gone to class. I'll bet your throat doesn't hurt much now does it?... FUCKING OWNED... I know you are up in Heaven partying it up with our savior, Jesus Christ, and all our other homedogs who went before us (Ronald Reagan, Mother Theresa, Einstein)... amybe u wud come back 1 day wif a new body and kill him... YOU'RE A BIG FAGGOT CAN'T STOP A KNIFE? HOMO!!!... WORST LATE HOMEWORK EXCUSE EVER... I wish people would stop doing sensly things... You're in the better place now, with nothing that can stop you from reaching your potentials... they can't read xangas in the afterlife, retards... i hope dat bastard who killed u went up to heaven again and again just to see u stab him again and again...Now that you're dead, you sure are getting a lot of eProps! And there's at least one comment from someone oblivious to the fact that he's dead: well, lucky u only had to clean the floors... I just got throught cleaning out the fridge. u wouldn't believe all the stuff I found in there that expired! well, ttyl and hope he leaves soon. bye... Remind me to turn comments OFF if I get a sudden shooting pain down my left arm. Mike is writing to Suicidal Tendencies

Kiss my important lip... IMG_1629_1 Originally uploaded by kutuma.

"During early years of dark 90's on desolate low land of Serbia there was an act of war and rain fall from dark clouds. Me and my brother Marko listened to Turbonegro for what should I say... motivation..." The new album from Turbonegro finishes with a spoken word piece that has lifted the album in my estimation from mostly poptastic filler to the sublime. Of course the music hasn't changed at all and as an album it's still not a patch on the earlier 'Never is Forever' with it's epic Evel Knievel tributes, but since finding that voice a few minutes after the final track (I'm an impatient listener and I can't bare silence when I'm writing � if I hadn't got up to make coffee just as 'Final Warning' was finishing I may never have heard it) it's hard not to listen to the album and think about besieged Serbians huddled around a walkman during the war debating the merits of music reviewers and listening to Hank sing "You say I�m fat, but it�s an optical illusion". Absurd of course, but I was once tarred and feathered by these guys so it pays to show some respect� Mike is writing to Turbonegro

Warm Italian blood...

Tuesday, April 6. After arriving from London I meet up with G and we drive to Castellarquato�s neighbourhood. On the way at a truckstop we grab a panini and a cappuccino. The traffic is starting to slow down. Two rough and greasy-looking mechanics recognize me and instanly grab me to kiss me on both cheeks. The warm Italian blood. We overnight at the small B&B where I was before. The hundreds of chinawares at armslength. Across the street. You may remember. Two years ago already. Their owners offered two pups then. I mention this because I mentioned it to my wife - on the phone to LA - later at night and of course she will dream of them. Since our dog died recently. Which amazingly turned much of my hair grey overnight. Had never expected such impact. Anyway. The B&B hosts are so friendly, kind and interested. We drank some wine and ended up watching the two small documentaries on Rumania and Turks & Caicos's HIV kids.

from the Rutger Hauer Official Site What else am I going to do at 5am? Mike is writing to Wada Na Tod

Elephants... Just a little something to distract Jess from her crushing deadline: Restaurant Where Elephants Have Been It seems that a South Korean restaurant that was trampled by elephants has reopened with an elephant theme. No word yet as to whether broken ribs are on the menu, but there are a bunch of veggie dishes since elephants like to eat vegetables. If only more people had this vision there'd be a dozen places in London with names like The Bar Destroyed by Oliver Reed or The Cafe Set On Fire By Richard Harris... PS Don't forget it's veggie week! Mike is writing to The White Stripes

Yet another reason to change my name... Ok... you can stop sending me this now As seen in B3TA's phallic logo awards Mike is writing to The Big Blue

Not that long ago or far away... Star Wars has already been jettisoned from my hard drive. I think most people are wrong (there's a surprise) and that this is if anything the worst of the three. Not that it should really matter. There was a time when movies would find their own level eventually. I mean how many people care about Butch and Sundance: The Early Days? The fans won't let these movies die though and I do mean fanatics in the truest sense of the word... clinging onto the few bits of shiny debris rather than allowing the wreck to sink. I like that Lucas and company just sidestep the issue of how Vader became Peter Cushing's lapdog between this movie and A New Hope. Most people forget that Cushing was the lead villain in the original movie... carpet slippers and all. And that poor old Darth is openly mocked for his faith in a religion that no one else seems to remember... Short memories these Imperial types. Damn quick at tailoring grey uniforms though... Mike is writing to The Spazzys

Think of the younglings ... Won't somebody please think of the younglings?! I wish I was watching Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. At least that was supposed to be bad. Mike is writing to Pad-Me: for that Sith time of the month

Sith sense: Revenge of the lisp... Just watching this Sith nonsense... Pretty much what I expected so far... lots of special effects and stupidity. And who needs Jar Jar when you have a robot with bronchitis? And almost three and a half hours* of this? I think I'll break it up into easy digestible segments... *Turns out the beginning of the movie was lashed onto the end extending the running time... can't blame the kid who encoded it as that's pretty much what Lucas did when he decided to pull these prequels out of the abortion bucket. Mike is writing to some very BAD acting.

Gratuitous panda shot... Panda 02 Originally uploaded by sizemore.

Finally archived the Hong Kong photos on Flickr. Mike is writing to Secretary

Norm meat... I just found out that something I wrote for Londonist yesterday got quoted on CNN. Abbi Tatton, CNN Political Producer was talking on Judy Woodruff's Inside Politics show: "On to another story -- soon after British M.P. George Galloway took the floor of a Senate panel to deny profiting from the U.N. Oil-for-Food program, the blogosphere started lighting up. Bloggers on the left and the right started commenting on the Galloway fireworks. Now, if the intensity of the Galloway's attack today took some by surprise here, that wasn't the case with bloggers in London. They were rubbing their hands in anticipation at Galloway's appearance. "Get a ringside seat." This is the Londonist.com. "We've been looking forward to it. In the left corner, weighing in with a face full of cigar and several wins already under his belt, is `Gorgeous' George Galloway." They go on the predict a Galloway win -- "we're expecting George to be picking bits of `Norm' meat from his teeth for days to come," referencing Senator Norm Coleman there". Yep - I infected the Americans with my Norm meat. And didn't Galloway wipe the fucking floor with those idiots? You can watch his testimony here. Mike is writing to The Misfits

The next voice you hear... My first podcast for Cinema Minima is up. There's an RSS feed or you can grab a direct download right here (8 minute MP3) or just read the transcript. It's far from perfect as I'm still working this crap out and was coming off the back of a flu burst, but things can only improve... probably. In other news I have been getting important MAIL: Finland is a strange country... There's a reason I don't give out my address to everyone anymore... Mike is writing to the Eternal Sunshine soundtrack

Leave your eyes at home...

Last night we went to the THEATER OF THE NEW EAR. Original sound plays by Joel & Ethan Coen and Charlie Kaufman, Live music by Carter Burwell and one hell of a cast. Steve Buscemi, Hope Davis, Peter Dinklage, John Goodman, Marcia Gay Harden, Philip Seymour Hoffman, John Slattery, Brooke Smith and Meryl Streep... all on the same stage. Wow Bob wow... More on that to follow (plus some more Korean stuff) but I have some other crap to finish first. Mike is writing to Guitar Wolf

Private... Clicky clicky Mike is writing to The Donnas

Sisily 2km... Stupid alternative title, but To Catch A Virgin Ghost was awesome. More about that later... Mike is writing to The Twin Six

All the news that's fit to print... A cross section of front pages from today: No wonder this country is so fucking stupid... I'm spending most of today at the Korean Film Festival. Mike is writing to Big Black

107... I just noticed that I've done over a hundred posts already for Londonist. I think I'll reward myself with an afternoon movie... shut up! It's work related - I'll be taking notes and everything... Mike is writing to Black Sabbath

SFisted... Hey, what do you know... I'm an SFist: Mike is writing to Newsnight

She Makes War... So this was last night: She Makes War 01 Originally uploaded by sizemore.

Bloody good fun. Hanging out with the girls and I finally got to cross paths with Corran. Apologies to anyone who emailed me over the weekend - I have a mountain of stuff to get through and today is another clusterfuck of a day. All email answered by this time tomorrow. I promise... Off to another screening tonight... there just aren't enough hours in the day. Mike is writing to Turbonegro

Blog the vote... Just finished my stint over on the live election blogging on Londonist. Nothing exploded... Tired now. Will welcome death. New TV being delivered early tomorrow/today... hope I'm fit to set it up and then collapse in front of horror films for the rest of the day... Mike is writing to the bloody BB bloody C

So-called Holy Land... It's fucked up. She was blown up on a bus... And three days before she was at our show singing to the lyrics... Being punk rock in Israel... crappy realplayer links a plenty to riveting stuff. ps. I think I forgot to link to the Mike Watt photos. So there you go... Mike is writing to dodgy European metal bands covering Iron Maiden

Alive... (sort of) I was laid low with flu. Still am really. In fact I'd love to go back to bed, but as soon as I go horizontal my dripping green lungs crawl into my mouth and try and kill me... So what did I miss (apart from being haunted by the ghost of Frank Zappa)? There's my review of the Mike Watt gig up on Londonist along with something about the vampiric girl in fishnets below. More stuff to follow, but I need to go and drown the thing that is growing at the back of my throat... back in a bit. Mike is writing to Fantomas

Alive... Yep - I survived the trip north, Algomantra and a run in with the undead: Vamps 08 Originally uploaded by sizemore.

Hectic weekend then... and it's still unfolding thanks to the Bank Holiday... tomorrow when things have calmed down I'll have updates a plenty. Went with Xandrija to see The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy - fucking awful. I didn't even smile, never mind laugh... another piece of my childhood left raped and bleeding by the roadside. Number one movie in America of course... Things are back on track this evening as we are off to see Mike Watt at the ICA... There's a small version of the interview I did with him over on Londonist and a really long version up on DogTower - which is partially online, beta if you like. More stuff to go up this week and then we'll see where we are. It's hot in London which means every fucker in hearing distance has their windows open and is listening to Oasis... be the perfect opportunity for those pesky terrorists to let loose a little sarin... Mike is writing to every song on the hard drive on random and turned up to 11