Instagram has finally been released for Android [QR] and I’m giving it a go.
You can see my photos, follow me and whatever else you do with Instagram (I’m still learning) here.
I’m just going to see how it goes initially, but already it seems more mobile friendly than Vignette and Flickr for sharing photos. I think that that combination still has its place for longer term photo sharing though. Instagram is definitely more… instant.



My Stepmother Is An Alien
…was a 1988 film featuring Kim Basinger (phwoar!) and Dan Aykroyd detailing the somewhat outlandish story of a female alien coming to earth and trying her hand at parenting.
This obviously fictional movie should not be confused with the obviously very real story related recently by Councillor Simon Parkes, who was elected to represent Stakesby ward on Whitby Town Council in the UK last month. His mother is indeed an alien, as he tells us in this Youtube video:
I don’t expect you to watch the whole hour (although you’re more than welcome to), so here’s a synopsis, courtesy of the Northern Echo:
Seems legit.
I enjoyed a couple of bits of this story particularly: the description of the “traditional kite-shaped face”. My first thought would have been that it was a kite. Those are the only things I know with traditional kite-shaped faces. Well, either that or a skate. But he’s in his cot, not at the local aquarium.
Also the fact that, despite apparently being at least partly alien, he was able to contract chicken pox. That’s those theories about tissue tropism out of the window then. It makes me wonder why we haven’t all come down with distemper yet.
And why was the doctor dressed as a waiter? It’s almost like Simon didn’t think an 8 foot doctor attending to his illness just wasn’t odd enough.
Obviously, society’s oddballs are having a field day with this story, because this is an educated person with a responsible, trustworthy position in society, not some Tenessee trailer trash with a dodgy accent:
Those who choose not to believe Mr Parkes’ story are told that they are thinking wrong:
Damn me for thinking with the matrix mind. Next thing I know, I’ll be voting labour.
or… not.