Ah-ha. This hosting business is coming together. After suffering the indignity of being an advertising space every time the hosting site let the site down, another more reliable host was sought. And thus we came to where we are now. And one result is that a second musical composition of mine is available to you now...

Download all 7.8Mb of the mp3 Unleashed Radioactive Terror Man.

Talking of downloads: do you have the time, inclination or bandwidth to download a 328Mb file? If so, Rockstar Games are giving you the opportunity to download the original Grand Theft Auto for zilch (apart from the incurrance of a multi-pound phone bill). They've even optimised it for your sparkling new computer.

If not, let Charging take you by the hips and spin your body around until your nose points towards these nice smelling online games:

The hardest geeky game on the Internet: Who Wants To Be A Squillionaire? ....test your Spectrum game knowledge.

More fun is to be had at Snake Jump. Fine over-addictive jollity.

And the beautifully crafted Butch Mushroom. And please do not think that this means that mushrooms aren't disgusting obscene objects of putrid and disgust. Anything that can be so common and yet so foul practically disproves the existence of a God who it is supposedly omnibenevolent, omnipotent, and omniscient. Still, quite a good game though.

But don't get like this.....


.....although this invention suggests that it is our destiny.....


Today is Friday 13th folks. The day the author of this site was painfully pushed into existence. And here's a news story on said occassion.

Charging Through The Midfield has set up its own hosting recently, which means that any piccies you email in can be posted, plus it means you get to hear some music that the writer of this site has composed...

Download an mp3 of Morning Over Chaconne Valley (1Mb). More to come soon.

All this probably means that you will see lots more little boxes containing an x. This isn't because hosting is less reliable, but rather because there has never been a recorded instance of trouble-free computer tinkering. In actual fact, there is a faint hope that all this gubbins should improve the service. Sadly however, such reasoning is wildly optimistic. Bah.

If you want your computer to do all that green Matrix type stuff, go here.

Sign the petition to have London's tubes running till 3am at weekends. What with Red Ken taking over in the next few weeks, London's Underground is primed for changes; although whether it is realistically going to happen is a whole other affair considering the state the underground system is in. But sign away my friends.

The 25 Lamest Superheroes Ever

This optimistic site asks: "Why keep your credit card numbers to yourself, when you can let everyone see them? No other website will give you the chance to show everyone your credit card numbers (including your pin number).....Register now and you will also get to see your details animated to the theme tune of Magnum P.I."

Two players - one with the keyboard the other with the mouse - can have a thrashingly good time with Spastic Chess. Else one player can make good the name by setting left hand against right. The excitement.

Not that Charging wants to encourage those corsair* types among you, but here is the Matrix movie rendered in glorious 8bit ascii. "What is the Ascii Matrix?" the site ponders to itself and the world at large. Well, we were hoping someone might tell us, 'cos Charging cannot be arsed to download the 25Mb Java Applet using the 56k modem it is currently plugged into.

You will soon be hanging off the ceiling with one hand... Good news then.

Take the BBC's Test the Nation IQ Test. Because after all, why not?

Talking of puzzles for clever types, check out Einstein's riddle which he reckoned only 2 per cent of the population would be able to solve. The final words of the riddle are an all-time classic: "The question is: who owns the fish?"



Since this site is a member of London Bloggers, it was not thought to be totally inappropriate to link to this humerous and excellent London Underground site. Special thanks for finding this site goes to the marvelous Wizzlopia - another Weblog dedicate to the intricacies of our loverly Web. Having mentioned this Weblog once, Charging now feels the time is ripe to blatantly steal at least one other link Wizzlopia has informed its own lucky readership about in recent days... BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA !!!!.... (and so forth...)

Namely: Which Red Dwarf Character Are You? (Which isn't that fantastic to be honest. But it's existence here paints yet another section of that mental image of the cultural positioning of this site you have been gradually and unknowingly forming. Charging hopes that the existence of this image will influence you into unwittingly visiting here constantly in order to satisfy a nagging curiosity to understand more of that picture. The aim is to make this site as mentally addictive as Internet porn, but in a more subtle way of course. Obviously this is a tremendously ambitious plan, yet is it not better to aim high? Correspondence to the usual address please.)



* Look it up.

Ah, the Internet: "Hello, and welcome to my homepage. My name is Ulrich Haarbürste and I like to write stories about Roy Orbison being wrapped up in cling-film. If you have written any stories about Roy being completely wrapped in clingfilm please send them to me and I may put them up on the site..." Ulli's Roy Orbison In Clingfilm Website



The Rockall Times. Britain's answer to The Onion.

Retrofuture: Find out what happened to the past's vision of the future.

And finally: Red-nosed Kung Fu villain runs for Presidency.

Mien Tsu-mun announced his intention to run for the US presidential office. "I and my constituency stand on the corpses of those who dare stand in our way of becoming number one."

Snore... The Entity that writes this Weblog is writing during a night shift. And a spare PC, some time to spare, and a need to update dictates its actions as it sits writing this entry. That is the problem with Weblogs it supposes. If you leave the site stagnant for more than a dozen days, even the most loyal of friends will get tired of checking for new material.

So here it is.

And how apt this all is. As you surf for something interesting, hoping vainly that Charging Through The Midfield will facilitate you with precious minutes of entertainment, Charging presents you with an essay concerning the very state of affairs you find yourself in. Which might lead one to imagine that Weblogs and the like are in existence purely to fill the author’s life with a thing to do. Which in turn fills the Internet surfer’s life with a phenomenon akin to enjoyment, interest, or lack of boredom. The more people adopt the Weblog as a communication tool, the larger this vicious circle grows.

How dodgy are you?

So is it all completely pointless? From a widely philosophical point of view the answer appears to be yes. We shall return to this question with a paragraph starting with the words "Let us return to the philosophical question". However from the standpoint of those concerned (i.e. you the reader and this entity the writer), no. No it bloody isn’t. Because you’ve got fuck all else to do except maybe to actually use your computer to do some work for your company.

Shitflap. (Charging points you towards Mr Tourette.)

And, because you Charging readers are an intelligent lot, it won’t have escaped your attention that all this gibberish can be representative of life itself. You do stuff because it’s better than standing there staring at the horizon like cattle. Humans have gone past the point of living the hunter/gathering existence. Our meals are presented to us in handy shells of pulped plant organism. All we can do to pass the time between feeds is to find anti-boredom activities. Like writing this piece. And we can philosophise and ponder upon this all we bloody well want but the deal remains the same. Our lives consist of feeding, rutting, and feeling bored.

Beer for the homeless.

Let us return to the philosophical question about it all being pointless. Don’t worry; this’ll be quick. Life can best be summed up as the sophisticated organisation of matter. And intelligent life is organised matter that has realised that matter existed in the first place. So the best that matter can do is to take that simple realisation further and examine itself closely. Learn, develop and evolve. How do we best learn? By listening to ourselves. And I mean collectively. That means listening to each other. Not to screenwriters, authors, journalists, and interviews with Gareth Gates (that should get me a few hits), but to other individuals, expressing themselves at moments of boredom. Remember that screenwriters, authors, journalists, and Gareth Gates interviews are expressions of people at work. That is not a natural state. Weblogs represent the first large scale public expressions at times of boredom. For the first time in the known universe, organised matter is talking to itself on its on terms. Long live the Weblog.

You're In Control (Urine Control).

Right. This has wasted an hour in a satisfactory fashion. Breakfast News is about to start so this ends here.

Bart's Chalkboard

After bringing you the "i-loo" story, most of the world has since read about it and how it isn't going to happen. There seems to be some confusion about whether it was a hoax; a joke; or a UK project that the management in the US decided was not in keeping with the Microsoft image. Who gives a fuck? Click here if you do care.

Wanna buy a monkey?

Er, Rent-a-negro.

How to cummunicate with deaf prostitutes. Should you, er, ever need to.



The most fiendishly difficult text-adventure game for any computer in history: The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Definitely worth a gander...

And a very useful history of the Internet: "1995, Real Audio released, allowing users to listen to halting bursts of static in real time", and other such gems of historical insight.



Arsenal win the FA Cup

The "iLoo". We shit you not.