Month: March 2008

A few hours before Jonathan Coulton performed his very first gig in the UK ever (And the first outside the states, I believe), he bought a Tenori-on which is apparently only available over there.

This means we ended up being the first people to ever see him perform playing with a new geeky toy. It looked very much like this:

I also, briefly, met Aquarion.

We also ended up with covers of The Saturday Boy and “Do They Know It’s Christmas Time?” The latter of which doesn’t appear to have made it to YouTube yet. Most of the rest of the concert did, though

Being at home for only one weekend in a month means waiting a long time for a haircut. 11 people ahead of me.

(from Twitter, by txt)

Remember that episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation where Data constructs a female “android” to be his daughter? Shouldn’t she have been referred to as a “gynoid”? Either that or they should both be called “anthroids”.

Must invest in an electric razor I can bring in carry-on luggage. Part of Operation Look Less Hobo-ish.

(from Twitter, by txt)

Just realised I’m missing out on hanging out with people I met on the net in favour of strangers from the net I never met.

(from Twitter, by txt)

Expected: wander around for ages trying to find a tiny venue. Found: massive queue of geeks.

(from Twitter, by txt)

Noon until 6pm: running very late. 6pm: realise I had the time wrong; very on time.

(from Twitter, by txt)

Amount of time the idiot who designed my credit card owes me: +15 minutes. Total: days and days.

(from Twitter, by txt)

For the first time in my life it’s worth my while to remember my passport number.

(from Twitter, by txt)

If it wasn’t for Arthur Clarke I never would have realised it was possible to pick up a piece of bone and hit people with it.

One of the very earliest incarnations of what became Soylent Red, when it was still sequestered on my old university’s internet society servers, had a “quote of the week” which remained for more than a semester: “The greatest tragedy in mankind’s entire history may be the hijacking of morality by religion” — Arthur C. Clarke. The man knew where his towel was.