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.

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.

Reading Material

Morning, folks. Today, I am telling you what to read, because in the space of five minutes on the WEF, I have discovered that several fine pieces of writing that are hard to get hold of in the shops are currently available for free, on-line. So, first off, Steven Shaviro’s excellent Doom Patrols a “theoretical fiction about postmodernism”. Available here, along with some of his other works.

Secondly, read Bare Faced Messiah, because liars, fraudsters and scum need to be exposed.

Lastly, Richard Kadrey’s Metrophage, one of the finest cyberpunk novels of it’s time, now out of print, but available on the web, here.

Please note: in every case listed, the works are available for free, with the permission of the author. I wouldn’t be recommending them if they weren’t availble with the author’s blessing.

The Start Of The Proliferation

Vaguely contemplating half a dozen new domain names, but I have no idea what I’d do with them. I bought roadofhate knowing that I’d get tired of it fairly quickly, mostly as an experiment to see if have a proper domain name changed my attitude to my web pages. The answer appears to be no, but when I re-launch me personal site over at rain-street, I want to see how that goes, since I’m actually focusing it into being something useful and interesting, as opposed to a repository for everything.

I dunno. Getting the domains I want now might not be a bad idea, but I can’t really think of anything to do with them that would justify the expense. Perhaps I’ll wait to the new year, see how things pan out and what I’m doing.

Housebound

My flatmates are out at a halloween bash tonight. Me, I’m such a deeply thrilling individual, I stayed in to write. My evening of work is now over, slightly after midnight. To relax: Baileys, Buffy and candles. Cocteau Twins on the stereo. Witness my awesome 24/7 party lifestyle, eh?