The Lair

Someone has convinced me that my life would complete if I purchased one of those newfangled iPod things. You know, touchscreen. Exactly like my trusty PalmOS device had for the last … uh … decade, but cooler? Yeah, one of those. It apparently allows someone to listen to music too, but I wouldn’t know about that - I’d be too busy holding it up so that all the laydeez can see how hip I am (and simultaneously dodging all the would-be muggers out to wrestle the fancy toy out of my sweaty palms).

This could be the fabled slippery slope, people. The point where I start paying money for software like this instead of using the perfectly serviceable (and free! for my use via the corp) alternative on a much stodgier computer.

But seriously - Omnigraffle seems to be very very cute. If only they had something that worked on Winders or Loonix… Alas. Maybe I need to try Balsamiq instead, since I have been pressganged into that line of work for now.

In other news - Tintin could have been written by a racist after all. We’ve had conversations about Tintin in Congo before, with inconclusive results. Also, I never quite figured out how so many kids in my neck of the woods were exposed to Tintin and Asterix growing up when it allegedly isn’t all that popular in the UK.

And these photos are eerie, since I know the places, but find the streets unrecognizable without a constantly bustling foreground of people and vehicles.

Two cutesy adaptions (or derivations or mashups) that I thought I’d share.

Batman by Dostoyevsky. Fairly self explanatory, I believe.

The complete set of CDs from Mark Vidler’s mashups for download. I listened to CDs 1 and 3 last night. Some of them are rather bizarre mashups and the man appears to have a serious fascination with mashed up Michael Jackson (see what I did there?) but it’s all free!muzak!available!for!download.

Last HP post. I promise. No, I mean it. No matter how amusing subsequent events are; I’ll restrain myself from posting. You know, people look upon my reading of Harry Potter with a mixture of disdain, despair and amusement. At my age? Reading a children’s book? The horror, etc. This is the ideal time for me to play the snooty lit-critic and say that the writing is shoddy, that JKR sucks etc etc. It’s not that. I actually do like the books. But then, I also read Da Vinci Code for the entertainment value; so take this with a pinch of albino monk.

No, the most fun is reading the reactions before, during and after release. I alluded in an earlier post to the wildly overused phrase “internet history”. But it’s really true. Each book release was a larger and larger event, as the hype machine took over. The fan fiction (which I have mostly avoided); the ships - it all contributed to the buildup.

So this is not really anything original, but more a pointer to the hilarious outpouring of emotion (call it wank, everyone else does).

Oh that Epilogue was kind of not that great, but the anger it will engender (and the amusement I will draw from said anger) will probably make up for it.
Probably? Who am I kidding?

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Word. I’ve stopped pretending to work, I’ve found myself some food, and I’m ready to trawl through the anguish. Onward.

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