The more I listen to these Glitterbug MP3s, about a minute each of three different songs, the more they grow on me. Lyssa informs me that they’re playing in London on Monday. I really want to see these people live. So, of course, I’m busy Monday. Fucking typical, really. They’re also playing in London on Thursday. When I am also busy. Welcome to my life.
Category: General Blogging
Hammer
Sometimes, I like my job. Other times (like now), I hate it. I’ve spend the day trying to enable some relatively simple bits with a cookie, and they’re not fucking working. At all. Not even close. I’ve double and triple checked everything, but it’s not fucking working. I really, really hate it when you do everything according to the manual, and it just won’t work. Excuse me while I go and kill something.
Glitterbug
Several of my friends have been going on about Glitterbug for a while now. They’ve mostly been doing live stuff, and I’m not one for going to gigs, really, so I’ve largely missed out on them. Finally got round to stopping by their site today, and downloading the sample MP3s. If chirpy indie-pop-rock is your thing, then you’ll probably dig this. Give ’em a look.
Prophetic
So, my entire domain appears dead from where I am, and since this is one of the few remote systems I can use to attempt remote access to anything connected with it, here’s a quick test entry that I’ll probably forget to delete later.
A Guide To Love
What to do if your internet romance ends:
- Hire a hitman to kill your former flame.
- Decide that you’ll never get laid again, and that you might as well cut it off since you won’t be needing it any more.
Angels
Saw Charlie’s Angels at the weekend. You need to see this. It’s the most fun I’ve had at the cinema in ages.
In other news, I was reading plasticbag.org and came across this link. It’s a picture of the earth taken from satellite, at night. And it’s lovely.
Gadgetation
It was Andrew’s birthday on Friday. Not exactly a party-hard night, but a perfectly pleasant one. Spent Saturday resurrecting my Palm III, after discovering that it had forgotten everything it ever knew. I worry about my level of geekdom that I carry 2 personal organisers – one for writing on, and the other for actually being organised. Still, I can justify this: there’s neater and more useful organisational software available for the palm, and it’s much better for dumping info onto to browse while travelling, while the Psion has better functions for converting to Word, and is easier to work on for long periods, as it has a keyboard.
See how I clutch at straws.
Several people I know have recently acquired new organisers, mostly Palm-based Handspring Visors. They’re not as ubiquitous as mobile phones yet, but they’re getting there, slowly. I just have this horrible fear that they’ll wind up with the same stigmata as the fil-o-fax did in the 80’s, as one of the signs of the yuppie, or their 00’s equivalent. Whatever that is. Tech professionals, maybe? God, I hope that’s not true. The thought of being some bastard inheritor to the yuppie disgusts and revolts me.
No Parking
The Parking Lot Is Full. Yes, it is.
Insight
So, I fail to go to work for three days, and get back to find some tart nagging me to update this thing. Bloody typical. So belatedly: fab time had at Dreddcon, drinking and shooting the breeze. Felt cringingly sorry for the first bloke on at the pitchfest, because while his story was a solid future-shock-by-the-numbers, there was no fire to it. Left after that, but understand that some pitches were worse, some better. Drinks afterward were the usual round of fabulousness and excitment…
My copy of Alan Moore’s new CD “The Highbury Working” arrived. It’s available to buy on-line here. You need to own this, along with Alan’s other CDs of wonder and magic.
You also need to stop by Grant Morrison’s place, and understand.
Zonk
The last few days are catching up to me. I haven’t had more than four hours sleep a night for the last few days, and I’m about to nod off at my desk. Between working and drinking, it’s all been kinda hectic. So now I feel like I’m about to nod off at my desk, which isn’t good, especially since I’ve got a busy Saturday ahead of me, and I’m kinda hoping to get a chunk of the remaining coding for ninthart done on Sunday. So, tonight, I go home, watch robot wars, and fall asleep watching the Matrix, I think.