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Hard to believe the gig and Scotland visit were already 2 weeks ago, which all went without incident or injury. Work's been all whirlwind, heat and flash, leaving little time to grab a few thoughts between the latest issue du jour.It was great seeing the kids, with much excitement about forthcoming child (and a subsequent TummyTub, or 'Baby Bucket' as we prefer, misdelivery adventure). Preparations for the soon-to-be-extended family move along apace and all is shaping up very nicely.Last night saw a reunion with some Kiwi pals, and the exchange of various 'philosophies' that included Jim Davidson being God's favourite comedian and ponderings over what would happen if one mixed viagra and rohypnol. The latter could become a popular underground cocktail, perhaps called Lady's Favour?Find myself drawn to the work of Joanna Newsom at present, which I'd previously/hastily/erroneously dismissed as warbly fey nonsense. Really rather beautiful in places and making it on to my recommends 'top 10 of now'. Okay, so a 2 album entry is a bit of a fudge, but hey! So do me.
Watch out for him.Seriously. Watch out.
March 17th looms, which can mean only one thing...The 'Annual Pilgrimage' to Glasgow's Barrowlands to see Stiff Little Fingers!Being the only Englishman in Glasgow's east end, on St. Patrick's Day, at an Irish punk band's gig filled with pished Celts, is something I find a little disconcerting to say the least...I liken myself at this event to a fox, having hired a crappy hound costume from a bargain-basement fancydress shop, trying to pass itslef off as a member of the pack during a hunt.Ach, I do 'em a disservice! Last year was my first time at the gig, and it was a hoot. The atmosphere was great, the band better, and we all had a jolly good time. The scariest thing was the initial queue to get a beer: the bouncers marshalling us as we all shambled nearer the bar were a frigtfest. If you so much as stepped out of line by half a foot, you'd get barked at and have one of them in your face in a trice. Think Rab C Nesbitt crossed with the "Get-in-the-back-of-the-van!" cop from Withnail and I, sporting DMs and no hair, and you're pretty much there (ah-ha! Stereotypes ahoy!).If you happen across this, and happen to attend the gig, look out for me.I'll be the one saying "Aye" a lot and trying my best not to appear to be English. If you see a Hugh Grant-alike attempting one of his 'foreign' accents, wearing a rock tee-shirt... That'll be me.
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...and SimiUndead was born.It started out as an innocent e-mail to our various work addresses, but soon spiralled out of control and a pitch for a new film was hatched.My girlfriend, after sending the link to this BBC news story commented that the orangutans would have to be separated from the tigers, lest the latter's killing instincts kicked.I said that they should be encouraged to ride the tigers, so that they could have majestic mounts, which led to speculation that this is probably a similar scenario to how Planet of the Apes started out...The theory of an impending Zombie Apocalypse was supplanted by that of an Orangutans-riding-tigers Apocalypse.But then we thought, "Hell, why not have both?"SimiUndead
"In a ruined city, lost to men, rank upon rank of gleaming-armoured orangutans atop their huge, rippling-muscled feline mounts await the call to charge into the moaning grey mass of the putrid, cannibal undead..."Thanks to unclef for the blog title, film title and tag line. Dang, why does he have all the good ideas? I'm just dead weight.Anyone interested in green lighting this script should drop us a line.We're available to roll as of next Wednesday.
Added an mp3 player today, a surprisingly painless procedure. Have to admit that actually finding code to make things happen, since I sorely lack the skillz myself, has proved to be a bit of a hassle.
The nice people at myflashfetish have thankfully done the work for spanners like me, so check 'em out if you don't have the know-how to make your own player. I hope to refresh the tunes fairly regularly, until I've mastered podcasting at least.
The picture was taken in Southend one time.
Madness that cheap can't be passed up.
It's high time I got around to posting, so thought I'd begin with something safe: a picture of my cat.
Named Ginja, he's a marvellous beast with a list of perversions that include a taste for garlic and getting hopped-up on bleach. My girlfriend thought I should clarify that last sentence: we don't feed him bleach, in case anyone fancies shopping us to the RSPCA. He's just rather fixated by the smell: something about the chemicals drives him loopy, appears to have the same effect as catnip. Likewise chlorine - you have to be careful post-swim that he doesn't take a nibble at your hand/leg.
On one occasion, when my girlfriend caved into to his incessant hasslings for food and told him "Okay, but only a spoonful" he responded by saying "Rrrrrronly a spoooooful?". Ginja has been careful to hide his speech abilities since that day.
Anyhoo, enough banalities for now.
I'm hoping to use the ebyss to learn a bit more about web technologies.
Over coming months and future posts I hope to share a few loves, particularly music.
Hard to believe the gig and Scotland visit were already 2 weeks ago, which all went without incident or injury. Work's been all whirlwind, heat and flash, leaving little time to grab a few thoughts between the latest issue du jour.
