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The world needs more saturdays.
September 25th, 2004 11:37 pmThanks to Toby's hard work and a slight oversight by ResTek, Koheleth has been sobered up, reformated, and is back in working order. There are still some little quirks and a few missing programsbut we'll see how long he can stick the straight and narrow this time.
All in all, Friday/Saturday was just pretty damn good - finished my Puritan Work Ethic, Art Chantry lecture on friday (Spiffin, if you don't know his work - check out the Western Gallery), Fambily is visiting, incorporated an idea of Mom's into my reworking of the B&S originals, and my parents bought me ritzy geek jewelry - a 512 meg flash drive, lanyard and all. Rockin'. I'm seeing visions of the new Geek-Age, where geeks finally unite to conquer their worst fear - yes, yes, dating. In fact, all normal human interaction, but particularly with the opposite sex. Picture the convention hall of the new regime - each attendee has a flash drive on their person; a little bar of vital stats, resume, photograph or two, small talk cover letter included. Each attendee has a portable USB reader on their geek-wear belt. Meet, swap data, there's data propogation, orifices (metal ones) and the possibility of incurable viruses! It's just like sex.
Only...without the fun parts.
A n y w a y . . .
The ACTUAL highlight of the day was the Big Bad VooDoo Daddy concert! A few hours of incredible energy and AMAZING musicianship. Bass player was especially fun to watch. I want to draw stylized guys in dapper suits now. Only problem is that beautiful Baker is NOT built for dancing - but I can't dance anyway, so we're a good team. Swag-wise I came away with a spankin' new CD and a nifty poster - signed, even.
I'm not a rabid signature seeker. Kind of a neat way to say you were there, though. My 'collection', if you can call it that, gets all points for eclecticness - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, 3 or 4 dancers from Cats (syllabub and skimbleshanks were two, I think...) and, yes, THE Herman's Hermits. I teched one of their concerts. Aren't you jealous?
We's Henry the 8th we am.
Beddy-bye now.
Like a wild train rollin' so wild and full of steam
Once you get us going, it's like nothing you have seen
With some fire in your belly, you move a little faster
And the devil in your eye makes you hit a little harder...
All in all, Friday/Saturday was just pretty damn good - finished my Puritan Work Ethic, Art Chantry lecture on friday (Spiffin, if you don't know his work - check out the Western Gallery), Fambily is visiting, incorporated an idea of Mom's into my reworking of the B&S originals, and my parents bought me ritzy geek jewelry - a 512 meg flash drive, lanyard and all. Rockin'. I'm seeing visions of the new Geek-Age, where geeks finally unite to conquer their worst fear - yes, yes, dating. In fact, all normal human interaction, but particularly with the opposite sex. Picture the convention hall of the new regime - each attendee has a flash drive on their person; a little bar of vital stats, resume, photograph or two, small talk cover letter included. Each attendee has a portable USB reader on their geek-wear belt. Meet, swap data, there's data propogation, orifices (metal ones) and the possibility of incurable viruses! It's just like sex.
Only...without the fun parts.
A n y w a y . . .
The ACTUAL highlight of the day was the Big Bad VooDoo Daddy concert! A few hours of incredible energy and AMAZING musicianship. Bass player was especially fun to watch. I want to draw stylized guys in dapper suits now. Only problem is that beautiful Baker is NOT built for dancing - but I can't dance anyway, so we're a good team. Swag-wise I came away with a spankin' new CD and a nifty poster - signed, even.
I'm not a rabid signature seeker. Kind of a neat way to say you were there, though. My 'collection', if you can call it that, gets all points for eclecticness - Big Bad Voodoo Daddy, 3 or 4 dancers from Cats (syllabub and skimbleshanks were two, I think...) and, yes, THE Herman's Hermits. I teched one of their concerts. Aren't you jealous?
We's Henry the 8th we am.
Beddy-bye now.
Like a wild train rollin' so wild and full of steam
Once you get us going, it's like nothing you have seen
With some fire in your belly, you move a little faster
And the devil in your eye makes you hit a little harder...
