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...The fab news is that various pictures from my escapades in the US are now online on the man in san fran archive website (once again, thanks to Jay & Eddie for all their HTML expertise). Most of you have seen most of the pics - but for those of you who haven't or who can't accept attachments then point your browser in that direction: http://www.diffdrum.demon.co.uk/maninsf/ Be sure to tell your friends (yes, those sad, poor, unfortunate fools who *don't* receive misf ;) and also sign the guestbook...

...You may recall back in February I was banging on about a new (mad) television series that was due to start here in the US. Here's what I said about it at the time: "The other series follows a similar path, this time abandoning a bunch of twenty-somethings on a desert island. Each week viewers will vote one of the inhabitants off of the island. This will go on until there's only one person left - and that person wins some big cash prize. Naturally there are cameras everywhere and the contestants can make their own special, secret broadcasts to the viewers about why they should stay on the island and why some other poor sap should be "deported". The producers are hoping for a Lord of the Flies-meets-The Real World style situation."

...Well, "Survivor" is now one of the top-rated TV shows in the States. Everyone - and I mean *everyone* - is talking about it. It's become the "water cooler" talking point and the broadsheets are waxing lyrical about its significance. In actual fact, viewers don't vote off contestants - the contestants have to do that themselves! The 16 people were organised into two "tribes" of eight. Each team undertakes certain challenges (to win survival boxes of rations, supplies, equipment etc) each day. Every three days, whichever team wins the least challenges has to vote off one of their own team in a secret ballot...

...One tribe is down to six people while the other still has seven (and by the way, the age range is more like 20-55 and their occupations range from retired Navy Seal and doctor to student and dairy farmer). It's really f*cked up the way you see team members working together to complete the challenges yet at the same time making alliances and doing deals behind each others backs to ensure they don't get voted off. They're like rats in the lab. The last remaining person, by the way, wins a cool million bucks...I'm pretty sure they're going to be selling the format overseas (a la "Who Wants To Be A Millionaire") so be prepared for "Survivor UK" soon...

...It's to hear the spirit of anarchy is alive and well in cyberspace - and particularly at www.evite.com. Evite is a service you can sign up to for free - with no background checks - and create online invitations to parties, anniversaires, pet funerals etc. When you're "Evited" to something, you're directed to a webpage that tells you what the gig is all about (eg "You've been invited to Kieran's warehouse rave - there'll be jelly and ice cream served at eight plus singing and dancing until the wee hours."). You can check to see who else has been invited and whether they're coming or not. So far so good...

...What some unscrupulous sorts have been doing is setting up fake parties and inviting "losers" to these gatherings with forged guest lists etc. Said chumps are directed to non-existent locations on dark, deserted streets. They're then filmed on digital cameras and posted on the Web the next day as "stupid guests". Fantastic! And then in a neat about-circle, the pranksters use these pictures - which look like they portray actual parties - to entice even more gullible fools to even more fake parties with evites like "These pics are from our last great party - you must come along". Naturally, Evite are denying all of this saying it's all just an urban myth. But don't say I didn't warn you when you get an cyber-invite from Evite...

Namaste,

Kieran

PS I'm writing this to you ensconced on the tour bus, holed in San Diego. Damn it's hot round here...


He was born with a gift of laughter
and a sense that the world was mad.

Rafael Sabatini


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