“During the party we will visualize the party’s music with Arcade in realtime. We will also allow the VJ to mix live on the facade. The installation becomes a part of the party, the party becomes a part of the installation”
…don’t think much of the resolution, but its a bit bigger than my monitor…
“When three dealership visits, days of waiting and the cumbersome replacement of mechanical parts failed to fix the problem, he took the van out and drove it until the oven fired up again. Then he rushed to the mechanic to look for a software error”
Anyone out there in the automotive space? Is it worth considering a change of direction? Seems like theres a lot of work to be done, and that things are getting worse at the moment, rather than better.
Somehow my parents, during their stay, managed to completely knock (what little there was of) my self-confidence. Are there any quick-fix solutions for getting it back? What do you do when you feel you’ve been misunderstood and maligned by someone?
The week has been dominated by trying to figure out what to do about the offer of work in Farnborough – they want to move quickly, originally requesting I start tomorrow. Thing is, I need a break before I start anything else, but they took my positive answer to “What do you think about the job” to mean that I wanted to start as soon as possible. I got a message on my phone saying they’d finished drawing up the contract and just needed a start date from me, so I’m avoiding the phone at the moment because I know they’ll try to talk me into something I don’t want to do. How do I resolve this situation?
Then toward the end of the week my parents came to visit, they were surprised at how little I know about Cambridge having lived here for nearly six months – but actually I’ve only really been into town (apart from evenings out) three or four times in that time, and then its been to do battle with the oppressive crowds rather than actually do anything cultural.
Last night was sushidogs birthday party, after a minor detour via some very dark parts of the country – thanks to a mildly errant satnav and a blackout around Flitwick. Still managed the trip in an hour, so its not as far as it might seem. And my detour paled in comparison to those of some other guests, who managed to take in most of Hertfordshire in their navigation attempts.
The arrival of a canister of gas signalled the start of an engineering exercise of the scale that should be a featured at more parties.
Two hours later, under the newly errected patio heater, mr_flay was performing escapes from chains and handcuffs – that man has got to get himself on stage more, he’s good.
talk of Alien Aunt Farm and Piggy Pop…
“Those who prefer shoot-’em-ups will be able to use the phone like a gun to shoot the zombies in the mobile version of Sega’s House of the Dead.”
“after reading a report on a news Web site about a U.S. soldier allegedly being captured, I looked at it and said, ‘It does look like one of our action figures.'”
“…sooner or later most new cars sold are going to have both onboard computers and some sort of wireless connectivity, making them low-hanging fruit for hackers and virus writers.”
“The idea is that once your loved one is six feet under, you will still be able to talk to them, even if the conversation might be a little one-sided”…but http://www.telefonengle.com is 403ing at the moment, maybe it bit the biscuit before the sales kicked in…? A webserver for the dead, I suppose…
While we’re waiting for our loved ones to decease so we can try the latest gadget, we could kill some time with GPS tron, which I imagine works much better on the endless straight roads of the prairies than our twisty country lanes.
“And he added despite its provocative name the lager wasn’t just aimed at homosexuals but also straight people.”…I’ll get the queers in…erm, not quite the macho image I imagine most lager louts will be aiming for.
Its been a day for covering old ground. After the interview in southwood i headed back to the station and tried to find some food. I found a pub that contained more memories for me than i had expected to encounter at the time. Then we passed through a station with a similar effect. Damn, i’ve got too much history spread across the south east of this country.
Then i rounded it off with an unpleasant squish on the victoria line.
Now, the interesting question is: when can i start? They’ve started the bidding with monday. Which doesn’t really give me the break i was looking for. One day i really will take a break.
On the train to london and i’m fighting the urge to sing chumbawumbas “urg, your ugly houses” out loud. Why do people buy these atrocities?