August 7th, 2006


Back on the Wire

Roight. I've got a keyboard and high-speed internet in front of me. This is good.

The flat move went bloody amazingly, as detaled. I must admit, the new location is wonderful for hearing the fireworks from the Tattoo, and indeed the Tattoo itself. Speaking of which...

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Since moving in, I've been mostly unpacking books and eating a stupid amount of food from scrubway. Still no network connection at home (looking like late August/early September), so until then I've got an hour at lunchtime for LiveJournal, and the rest of the time I'm running my online life off my smartphone. Which isn't too bad. Not being able to research things is a bastard, especially as I'm in the middle of a pitch for something that I will say no more about now[0]. I know I could take my lapdog to theauldhoose, but I'd never get any work done in the pub. Mostly because I'd be talking to people or consuming beer.

Of course, given the area I'm in, there's the Festival tourists by the bucketload...

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Anyway. Also missing from LJ has been an assessment of the Influencing Course of Doom. Amazingly, it wasn't so bad. I don't know if I've been primed by one too many RPG ideas or if I'm just that kind of geek, but the forms, techniques, styles, and so on all looked a lot like a martial art. Practice situations were katas, and Power Levers even work well in context as weapons. In other words, I had a two day course in Meeting Kung-Fu, with full lunch and an early finish both days. Surprisingly very useful, even in my official role.

Ranting about tourists aside, I did go see something last night. Along with gominokouhai and stormsearch, we went to see Toby Hadoke do Moths Ate My Doctor Who Scarf (review by Pajh here). It was bloody brilliant, and just the thing I needed to take me out of myself after the move. Of course, in the caves bar afterwards there was a slight confusion. Pajh and I had both ordered the same thing, from two different bar staff. Cue the following:

A: Who are you making that for?
B: The man at the bar.
A: Which one?
B: The one with long hair.
A: Which one?
B: The one with an English accent.
A: Which one?
B: The one wearing black.
A: Which one?
B: The one with a beard.
A: Which one?

It is to laugh.

We're also away to see Dylan Moran on Wednesday, but I've nothing yet booked beyond that. Other things may come up, but who knows? Not I, not yet. After all, I've got a pitch to write ASAP.

[0]: There should be a commonly-used acronym for that...
[1]: This may be a slight exaggeration.