Well, that was neat. I’m referring, of course, to The Great Blackout of 2003. The wave of cursing across the office was amusing, at first. We all thought we’d tripped the mains (our office is desperately underpowered, and we’re tripping breakers on a weekly basis). Then the power never came back. I thought “Great! I’ll go home and do …. damn. Nothing”. It’s an amazing realization, that virtually everything I ever want to do requires electricity. Everything seems back to normal now, I’m happy to say.

I now know why the snazzy custom blogger that Binary Goddess sent me didn’t work. My web host doesn’t do PHP. So, I think I’ll stick with this template for now, and I’ll consider moving to Movable Type or LiveJournal or something. Maybe a homebrew solution. I don’t particularly like the fact that my blogs are stored on somebody else’s server, but Blogger did what I wanted – it was a fast and easy way to get my thoughts published somewhere.

XianMrtyr‘s latest LiveJournal entry describes his strange death-robot filled dreams. He says “My long-running obsession with the effects of technology on identity is resolving itself in my sleep.”

I think he just listens to too much Front Line Assembly.

(I’ve been there.)

The beautiful and talented Binary Goddess kindly donated a snazzy custom blogger template, which I utterly failed to get to work. In the process, I managed to pooch the Hell out of my old template (archives no longer showed up on the main page), so until I get some help from her, I’ve switched to this drab, pea-soup green template, because it was the only sample template that had a colour scheme that didn’t make my eyes bleed. I mean, black on white is fine for the printed page, but I don’t REALLY need to be bathed in the glow of monitor wash. Does the fact that I hate black text on white background just mean I’m a cranky old codger?

I’m trying to achieve some kind of rhythm with this blogging thing, the way that James has with his blog, but life keeps getting in the way. Okay, work keeps getting in the way. These days, there’s very little separating the two. Anway, check out Martina Topley-Bird. She sang on the first two Tricky albums, and now she has her first solo album. Not available in North America yet, but you can here the entire (utterly splendiferous) album off her site. Dig in.

Xianmrtyr contacted me a couple of days ago, and we’ve traded e-mail back and forth a bit. I was truly glad to hear from him ; we’ve not talked in a rather long time, and we last saw one another when I visited him last year. It’s good to stay in touch with friends, however distant. I’m so very bad at keeping in touch – it always seems like there’s not enough time to do it now, there’s plenty of time to do that later, and it slips, and slips and slips. I think, this weekend, I’ll make an effort to contact some of my old friends. I was inspired to contact an old friend of mine that I worked with at Square and also at Namco and it’d been so long that in between when we’d last spoke that I’d entirely missed that he’d (well, his wife’d) had a second kid! I missed an entire pregnancy! See what I mean about keeping in touch? So, if you’re like me, get off your butt! There’s no time like now to contact absent friends! And now, before I blind you with even more bold or italic text, I’ll sign off. It’s late, I’m tired, and the head of development is visiting our office in the morning to evaluate the progress of our project. I’ve had a couple of very long days, and tomorrow promises to be interesting.

More fun with cheesy quizzes!

BAUHAUS
You’re Bauhaus, the grandfather’s of goth. You
probably don’t call yourself a goth…but that
just makes you cooler. Nice boots, by the way
}:)

What Goth Band Are You?
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Which Colossal Death Robot Are You?

What’s your pirate name?

I found this on Xianmrtyr‘s blog. Too much fun! Anyway, here are my results:

Your pirate name is:

Black Jack Vane

Like anyone confronted with the harshness of robbery on the high seas, you can be pessimistic at times. You tend to blend into the background occaisionally, but that’s okay, because it’s much easier to sneak up on people and disembowel them that way. Arr!