Vultures

We're currently having one of the (semi-) regular curbside clean-ups. This
is where the Council (eventually) comes along to collect all the junk
you've left out.

Of course along with this collection come the parasites. These creatures
trawl along the side of the road in their utes, presumably looking for
items to sell at the local flea market.

We pul out on the curb our old lounge suite. It was only 32 years old,
infested with moths, cracking at the joins with rubber straps that snap
every time you sit in it.

It didn't last three hours.

A bunch of old wooden patio seats we no longer used because the seats are
cracked in half. Gone. My old parallel port scanner which made grinding
sounds like a draw bridge every time you plugged it in & no longer scanned
anything. Gone. I'm now waiting for someone to nick the deceased monitors
I've put down there. The ones it's rained into...

Now the parasites k.nicking stuff isn't my major gripe (although you'd
never guess). What really bugs me are the loosers who dump their junk
while loading up on ours. Things like sheets of glass & broken bits of
fibro. Tossers.

Changi Airport, 4am

Well, here I am in Singapore. Staying in international territory, of course, since my bag's on its way to Phuket without me actually meeting it on the way.

And for a bustling international airport, at 4am, it's a ghost-town. Only about a quarter of the fabled duty-free shopping precinct is actually open, and those that are open generally have a single staff-member looking hopefully at passers-by.

Well, more like passer-by - me. Did I mention it's a ghost town here? There are other people, but only, like, a hundred. In the entire international terminal. It's like they know something I don't.

So, with four hours to go before I need to be ready to board my flight (I've already walked over there and about halfway back), there doesn't seem to be much more to do than listen to the muzak.

It's gone from almost-but-not-quite 'Lily Was Here' to almost-but-not-quite another saxophone instrumental I don't think I ever found out the name of, then detoured off to what Manowar might have sounded like if they had decided to sell out and get a sound that was real thin (instead of playing on TEN) - and I walked past one of the few cafes that's open (prepackaged food, but I did spy a coffee machine) and there was some funky house music stuff being played. (Oh, look, I don't know electronic genres - it might have actually been acid-trip-hop-washboardboogie, but I wouldn't be able to pick it.) And apart from a guy who's stopped me to ask me what Singapore time is, no-one's talking to anyone else. There's some construction work going on.

Here was I thinking (call me mad, perhaps) that maybe getting away on a holiday from the shiftworker lifestyle was supposed to make me perhaps feel more like a member of the human race (rather than some outsider - Lord, what fools these mortals be!). But no, here I am, drifting along with the other ghosts.

And the Skytrain connection between the terminals (which when I saw, immediately made me think WHEE!) doesn't run until 6am. So it's just wandering this empty mausoleum.

Oh, and if I sound depressed? I'm not, not really - just mellow. But being in a huge, virtually empty building gets to you. Try it some time.

And you thought the first one was bad...

...they've somehow found the money to make a sequel. Dungeons & Dragons: Wrath of the Dragon God.

How scary is that.

But at least you know the movie is going to be true to its roots. I mean - just look at the title screens...

Multi-Monitor Madness

Would you like to know more?

This is nuts 

Very Nuts 

INSULTINGLY STUPID MOVIE PHYSICS

Site here

In the name of physics decency, to protect the minds of children everywhere, so that they may grow up in a world where they know the difference between speed and velocity, we have taken the responsibility to rate movies for their portrayal of excessively bad physics. The system is as follows:

* GP = Good physics in general

* PGP = Pretty good physics (just enough flaws to be fun)

* PGP-13 = Children under 13 might be tricked into thinking the physics were pretty good; parental guidance is suggested

* RP = Retch

* XP = Obviously physics from an unknown universe

* NR = Unrated. When a movie is obviously a parody, fantasy, cartoon or is clearly based on a comic book it can't be rated but may still have some interesting physics worth discussing.

My guess is that Star Trek is categorised as both RP and XP, but where is the category for 'Plain Bloody Stupid'?

Remember when...

... you only needed 10 minuites for an exam, and not 45...

[Listening to: The Ramones - Anthology CD02 - Daytime Dilemma (4:33)]

How long until I can have one?

This looks extremely cool. Forget the practical uses: I want one on a games machine!



It's the result of some sensing research by these guys.


(Link courtesy of Schlock Mercenary, video mirrored courtesy of the tech blog Bad Ace Tech Show, technology courtesy of Jefferson Y. Han and his team.)

...the show must go on...?

Two nights at work, two nights of drama.

Wednesday night, for the first time I can ever recall - a show was cancelled barely two hours before curtain up. I guess it's kind of hard to find a replacement for the understudy to the understudy to the understudy for a main role. So we had the wonderful job of telling 2,000 odd people "Sorry - but the show you've come to see isn't on tonight". Was kind of fun... not.

Thursday night. 7:29pm. Show starts at 7:30pm. And I get the task of relocating almost half an entire row of people (all 18 of them) from Door 5 (stalls) to Door 21(Second Balcony). Why? Because the seats these people had were double-booked (ie - sold twice). Was it my fault? No. Did I sell the tickets? No. Did these people care? No. They just wanted someone to blame. And guess who that was.

Friday night - I'm sort of dreading. These things are suppose to happen in threes aren't they???

[Listening to: Foo Fighters - One By One - Disenchanted Lullaby (4:33)]

When you wish upon a star.

VG Cats is just so much twisted fun sometimes.

'tard

Guess what type of car I drive....

Looks like a squashed one of these to me...

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Lamborghini Muira

The New Lamborghini Muira concept car...way funky