Stuff

Piles of crap. It all mounts up here.

For thirty godforsaken years I've trodden these dank, despairing floors. Weak with the burden of age and a master who no longer cares, I stare into the half shined brass and wonder as my face falls off its skull. I am desperate - for a walk in the meadow on a hot summers day, for the hazy fun filled youth now lost to my fading memory.

And so I bring you little comfort, for is this world not sick and corrupt? Why then should I bother? I will continue to deliver your mail, for that I have no choice. But ask that I walk with a spring in my step and a smile on my face and I shall ask that you leave.

Your weary postmaster, Baxter

Experiences with Bristol based IT company, Solsoft Technology Ltd.

Some Flash animations.

The Matrix NES. A spot of creative writing.

Javascript Calculator.

Love dedications at heartofvenus.com.

Love poems.

Singing birthday cards.

OhMyGoodness greeting cards.

Doodle in Doekaki. Applet courtesy of Console Ninja.

Make money from your site.

My favourite books and films.

Moon Rock

Greetings Moonwalkers,

It fell to Earth as a shooting star. Genuine, out of this world MOON ROCK.

Suck on a small piece of Wicked Moon with these strawberry flavour rock sticks. Each stick is lovingly handmade with a 'Blue Moon' finish and 'Moonlight White' swirls down the sticky shaft. Each suck is a synesthetic experience as you taste the words "WICKED MOON" running through the core. These rock sticks totally eclipse other Earth bound confectionery. Order yours today.

Cheese flavour coming soon.

Click here for ordering information.

The way we used to be.

Feb 23 2001 - Evil Helmut Morscher steals Wicked Moon in 1999. Legal action forces him to hand it back. I remove his cartoon sex site and Wicked Moon is put back in its rightful place.

Nov 27 2001 - Users form love-hate relationship with trailing mouse cursor.

Aug 7 2002 - Unfortunately my favourite dragons eye doesn't appear in this shot. It was centre stage on the site for many years. But we do get to see an ex-flatmate of mine when I was living in Bath. I couldn't get over the fact he'd put a photo of his mp3 player on his homepage, so I made this parody and pasted his mugshot over a photo of Evil Bert. After minor deliberation I start advertising for invitations for when I go travelling the world. Thankful for open-invites, I meet up with some of them a year later when I go to the States. I'm especially grateful to Missy who took pity on me after I ran out of money and started sleeping at the airport.

Jun 11 2004 - Sticking with dragons, but template redesign.

More snapshots on the Wayback Machine.

Lyrics to stir macho men

The gym would fall silent and muscle-headed men lathered in sweat would mutter appreciatively to one another, whenever that song came on the radio. I would lie on the bench, curling my 18K weights, my mind floating and soothed, not able to hug those men with rippling bodies perhaps, but knowing, knowing that we'd all been there, done that, been on the receiving end when she leaves you and your whole world falls apart over night. Now let's relive those cathartic moments and imagine the tune in our heads, as we read the lyrics to the Streets', "Dry Your Eyes Mate....."

It started as an email movement. Quality passed from one screen to the next. Not a viral marketers contraption, but the result of one heady, sweaty afternoon and a female journalist high on caffeine. Like Shakespeare, she penned the unforgettable. So powerful was it's grip that it took over the radio and wasn't something you tuned into, a background hum against the daily grind, but an opera you indulged in and washed, shaved and dressed for. The author did say it would have special relevance to anyone over 26, so if you are a mere whippersnapper, some of the finer points may be lost on you, immature and naive as you are, but grasp what you can, yearn for what you want and look forward to what old age can offer: an understanding of the ballet of Baz Lurhmann, "Everybody's Free to Wear Sunscreen".

Read what people are saying about Wicked Moon.

WHO'S LINKING TO WICKED MOON?

Meet a few of the sites linking to us.

WANTED: PC ANSWERS MAGAZINES (UK)

Issue 71 (Sept 99)
Issue 72 (Oct 99)
Issue 73 (Nov 99)
Issue 75 (Issues 74 and 76 are marked December and January respectively, so maybe 75 is a Christmas edition?)
Issue 77 (Feb 2000)
Issue 78 (Mar 2000)

Please contact me if you have any.

KILL POP-UPS DEAD

The question I get asked most often: "I would really like to download from your site the mouse trails, the flower one. But I can not find where to download from! There doesn't seem to be any options for downloading on there at all. I would appreciate it if you could help me with this. Thanks!! :o)" Click here to add the trailing mouse cursor to your website Uses Javascript. Requires basic HTML knowledge.

Some stuff I once wrote

Father's Day card - 2002

Amsterdam - 8/02

Free graphics for card sites

My parents house - now sold

We wanted to share this with you, a letter from a friend. And this, Desiderata.

If you have bad breath try this.

Who is Baxter?

This was one of the funny little things that came through the post today. Someone enquiring about Baxter..

Dear Jason,

Today was the first time I used your virtual card website and I am alittle confused about something. I followed all the directions and sent a card to a friend. Later that day, I received what looked to be an email from him. It had his email address on it. It was a very strange text and didn't sound like him at all. As I read further it was signed by someone named Baxter. (not my friend)

Do you happen to know who this is? Is this from your web site? I can't understand how someone could send me an email using my friends address, but it not be him. I will copy and paste what it said in here for you to read. Please reply to me as soon as you can. This is pretty strange and I really don't want to ask my friend about this.

Thank you,

S.

Here is the text......

I ease my weary frame into the old wooden chair and stoop, squinting against the candle flame to scribble this note to you. My work is never done and just as I ease out of my chair to the bed chamber, another telegram comes through. This time it was <!--@recipient--> who opened the virtual card you sent them from Wicked Moon.

Whether they liked it or not I do not know. I am but an old man, wise in years, frail in body, but bound by duty to forever walk these floors. Send another card if you must. My master says you can do so whenever you like. There are no limits.

http://wickedmoon.com

Your obedient serf, Baxter.

Baxter is our resident miserable git and politely sends you the above notification when your friend has picked up their postcard. "recipient" should actually read as your friends name. It didn't for a while due to a bug which meant all these people wondering why they were getting a message from Baxter.

BEWARE THIS FLATMATE!

This insane deranged madman is charged with:

• Putting a picture of the MP3 player he received for Christmas in pride of place in the center of his homepage.

• Hiding upstairs with his Sainsbury's shopping until his other flatmates were out (he would sneak around the house when no one else was there).

• Looking scared in the kitchen as if apprehended when you happened to walk in on him.

• Doing fuck all around the house! (He would do nothing but sit in his room printing things out and programming).

• Once when we did have to talk to him about bills, the following night he had put a "do not disturb" sign on his door!

• Coming soon: Actual voice recordings just before he moved in that made us think, "Oh my God, what have we done?"

• Update: It's come to our attention that he now lists his interests as, "Downloading MP3's onto my Sony NW-E3 Network Walkman".

Source of the "At least the sun is out" heading at Wicked Moon Cards

From: Cristina
Date: Sun, 1 Nov 98

This qoute has a huge story behind it. When my fiance' broke up with me I spent a day out with the 'girls'. Our first stop was at a gas station to pick up all the cigarrettes we could possibly smoke in one day. The gas station attendant could tell I'd been crying. She looked at me with concern and sympathy. When I looked up at her to pay her for my purchase she told me I had beautiful eyes. She said they be a whole lot prettier if I smiled. I told her there was absolutly nothing to smile about today. She only smerked and said "At least the sun is out". Everyday now I realize that there is always a reason to smile because the sun is always shining. Sometimes it's behind some clouds but it's always there. And that alone is a reason to smile.

Read The Value of a Smile on the poetry page.

9/11

Artist, Terry Gaylor, whose work appears on Wicked Moon, was in New York at the time of the attacks. I wasn't prepared for his eye witness accounts and subsequent ordeal. It read like a personal correspondent, reporting from the heart of a war zone. That is what it was of course, but up until then I'd only ever seen it televised. This is another of those stories that brings it home. Terry's given permission for his emails to be shown below.

Terry is a Brit like myself who moved to America nearly twenty years ago. Days before the attacks we were talking of my visiting New York so he could show me the sights. Visit Terry's site.

Hi Jason.

Sorry I haven't replied sooner but what with the
massive destruction in New York the lines have all
been down.
I saw both of those towers fall with my own eyes, it
was horrific. When the second one came down I was so
close that the ground shook like an earthquake. People
were running and screaming down the street, it was
like one of those 50's movies. New York seems to be
getting back to normal. At the time it was like a war
zone. Where I'm staying is the East Village, it's full
of bars and restaurants, and teeming with people. Well
they closed the place off, no cars, and no people,
unless you had ID and proof of address. Armored trucks
roamed the streets and there was cops and state
troopers everywhere. The air smelt like death and the
feeling on the street was of great sadness. And I
think a lot of hatred for the Arab community. I still
feel sad when I see it on TV. 6,000 people lost in one
shot. Thank God most of them managed to get to safety,
those buildings hold 50,000.

I was on my way to work on the Sunday and I walked
past the Amoury, there were thousands of photographs
stuck to the walls of the dead. It went on for many
blocks. I got to work and couldn't even think, so I
just went back home and finally broke.

Last night I got kicked in the head. The side of my
face is swollen and cut and my knee hurts from when I
hit the floor. I was having a drink with a guy I know
who has a violent temper. Another guy of Arabic
descent stood next to us and we started talking to
him. The conversation was about the bombing, he made
some comments about it that were sympathetic towards
the Arabs. I looked at the guy I was with and said, is
this guy a terrorist? He said, I guess so, and
punched the guy in the face. People started to panic
and I got knocked to the floor and I couldn't get up
because they were fighting on top of me. Well that's
the last time I go drinking with that person, this is
all I needed.

Anyway back to reality for a moment. I'm still here at
Eastwest and I'm doing graphic design, my plan seems
to be working. Making the change from illustrator to
designer, and I'm enjoying it. Our e-mail is down due
to the massive destruction to the phone lines. It's
Saturday and no one is in the office so I'm not tying
up the lines. We have been told that e-mail is for
emergency only I think we are on a modem at present.
I'll keep you posted.

Take care,
Terry.

I'm glad to hear your okay, of course there's no reason why you wouldn't be. It's just the way I feel right now, I'm glad to hear that people are well.

As regards to the Halloween Special. I'll make sure you have that in time. In the beginning we could have some bats flying across the moon, that might look nice.

Yes you certainly can show people my e-mails. In answer to your question. Yes as a Brit I am fully with the Americans, I've been here for 18 years and consider myself just as American as English. And when people refer to Americans as arrogant, they are being ignorant. How can anybody pin a label on an entire race of people? I know many Americans, some are arrogant and some are not. The same goes for the British. And people that say they couldn't care less about what happened are cruel and cold hearted, and they certainly would be no friends of mine. 1 in 10 people inside those towers were British, and many races from all over the world. I have already stopped talking to a couple of people that are anti-American. America is made of all races and religions from the entire planet, and that is their strength. Even the agency where I work has people from all over the world.

If people refer to the policies that the American government make and judge us all on that. They are bigots. All people dislike what governments do something's, but what can we do? We all know what politicians are like. But when terrorists kill 6,000 people right before your very eyes, they are also trying to kill you, this is why in times like these it's so important to stick together.

New York at the moment. Almost every shop has an American flag in the window or on the counter. The one's that don't, I do not use. As Bush said, you are either with us, or against us. In my neighborhood which is the lower Eastside, about a 20 minute walk to the WTC. There are people from everywhere, many Indian's, Arab's, Africans, French, Germans, Irish, Brit's, Afghani's, and even some American's. The store on the corner of east 3rd St. is Pak Pun Jab, it has no flag, and I find that disrespectful. But considering what I've seen on TV and the people of Pakistan on the streets, and how much they hate us I suppose it's understandable. I believe these people need to be educated by someone other that the world's most hated man, Bin Laden.

I think this is all about Israel. We made it after WW2 and they hate us all. Well if it wasn't for Hitler there would be no Israel, but the world is unpredictable. Now what do we say to Israel? We are part of the problem too. And Britain is not immune to the same kind of terror, and believe me you never want to witness what I and so many other New Yorkers did. It was like the end of the world, I'm still not over it, I have good days and bad days. But I think it will take a long time to heal. I never thought I would live to see such crimes to humanity. Something died inside of me on September 11th. The grief in this city was overwhelming, the thousands of photographs stuck all over the buildings of people missing, we were surrounded by the dead. The smell of the air here stills smells of the burnt towers, depending on which way the winds blowing. The air is affecting us all in some way, sore throats and alleges. And a constant in your face reminder of the tragedy.

But with all that said the streets are teeming with people getting on with business as usual. Last night the lower Eastside was jammed, Hells Angels roaring through the streets with giant American flags fixed to the back of their bikes. On the night of September 11th you couldn't get in or out of the village without ID and proof of address, and no cars. It was like a ghost town, I couldn't even buy bread, no deliveries. And most shops were closed. I was walking along and it was eerie quite apart from a brother playing the blues on the saxophone. My heart sank.

Peace

Terry.

"Already then, when i was still so young, my father taught me to understand
that if you can manage to put your deepest feelings and fears into words, to
catch them in the net of metaphor and image, then no matter how vast and
terrible they might be, you will come to no harm, you will find a way
through to the other side. He said it was all a question of naming and
giving shape to the things of darkness."

Julia Blackburn, 2000 - Intro to Thomas Blackburn's 'Selected Poems'.

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