War. What is it really good for?

Quite a lot of things but I am no longer at war with Winstanley Bikes (consider yourselves named and shamed). I can't be bothered fighting anymore because they simply don't care about anything. Nothing. A quick search on the web reveals that almost everybody else who has done buisness with them online has had equal amounts of success.

Anyway, with payment duly returned, yesterday I got in the car, went to Halfords and five minutes later, there was a bike in the back of the car. Valuable lesson learned.

Back in the real world, The Fire Sermon got it's 1,000th read over at MyEbook this morning, which, while not setting the world on fire, it's 1,000 more people than read it a month ago. I also loaded it up to Hewlett Packard's MagCloud (which is a beta print on demand project). At 20 cents a page, it's pretty expensive when you get into a lot of pages say, for a magazine, but I figured I would load it up for $1.20 anyway and see what happened. It's another layer of visibility for it which is always good.

There's link over in the side bar straight to the Fire Sermon page if you're interested or have a similar project. The only downside with it is that they only do one size - and that's US Letter. Not the most convenient specification in the world but see what you think.

MUST get on with some more of these short graphics. It's a great format for shipping around the world at the drop of a hat.

I'm going to kill the new blog that I mentioned a couple of weeks ago (The Death of Paper). Despite my interest in the e-publishing model and e-readers I don't actually care that much about them to write often enough. I may consider briging it over here but I doubt it. Expect instead the odd mention when something happens that affects Zodiac Lung on a personal/e-business level. This will also reduce my project list which is never a bad thing. Time to get seriously selfish and focused.

In some other scraps, we expected to be snowed in like polar bears this morning but there wasn't a single flake. Not thirty miles north though, they have all but closed the county. Good job I don't have anything to do this evening apart from make Eleanor sit through The Wrestler.

There are some things in life that everybody should be exposed to no matter what their tastes are.