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Unca bunker
Aug. 17th, 2009 08:07 pmI'm writing these in the wrong order because my brain doesn't work. I also may have told this story before.
Years ago, self, fish-boy, Steve, Withy and Andy beetled off (Well, Steve's aged Dihatsu 4wd) to the Phoenix festival. (Fall, HMHB, Shellac, last Stuffies & PWEI appearances, etc) A fine time was had by all, and Monday passed in a bit of a haze. When I came home, I found Steve had bunked off work early and was sitting on the lawn in the evening sunshine, staring out across the valley and slurping tea. I brewed up another mug and joined him. Fish-boy, who shared a cottage a few yards down the road, pitched up more-or-less coincidentally with Withy. Andy turned up last, but then he's always late. So there were the five of us, just sitting there quietly in a line. I asked Steve what he was doing. I already knew the answer, but I felt the postmodern need to drive the story along by providing dialogue.
"Waiting for the bands to start," he said.
Which was true.
(Later, we prevailed upon Rob to drive us to the pub, where drink was taken.)
So right now I'm in that kind of state. I'm poking at the internet a bit and wondering if I should slope off to the lockpicking tent via the bar, before the techno and lightshows start in our own field.
( Picture of the end of the world )
Years ago, self, fish-boy, Steve, Withy and Andy beetled off (Well, Steve's aged Dihatsu 4wd) to the Phoenix festival. (Fall, HMHB, Shellac, last Stuffies & PWEI appearances, etc) A fine time was had by all, and Monday passed in a bit of a haze. When I came home, I found Steve had bunked off work early and was sitting on the lawn in the evening sunshine, staring out across the valley and slurping tea. I brewed up another mug and joined him. Fish-boy, who shared a cottage a few yards down the road, pitched up more-or-less coincidentally with Withy. Andy turned up last, but then he's always late. So there were the five of us, just sitting there quietly in a line. I asked Steve what he was doing. I already knew the answer, but I felt the postmodern need to drive the story along by providing dialogue.
"Waiting for the bands to start," he said.
Which was true.
(Later, we prevailed upon Rob to drive us to the pub, where drink was taken.)
So right now I'm in that kind of state. I'm poking at the internet a bit and wondering if I should slope off to the lockpicking tent via the bar, before the techno and lightshows start in our own field.
( Picture of the end of the world )
Object cavalcade
Dec. 29th, 2005 03:00 pmI have my winders box back. It was a sixpence ha'penny Shonkomat-7 PSU in the end. Mildly embarrassing from a 'should be able to fault-find better than that' viewpoint, but it does mean a spare Micro-ITX machine to play at Sandbenders with. Note that we don't do 'case mods' in this house; in that direction lies ugly tower cases with anime tits and UV-reactive intestines bulging out of them. It'll run BSD.
This means I'm now able to get on with a bunch of things that required sound or picture-furtling capability.
On the other hand, I also have a hand-crank music box that wants modification. I'd always hoped that any Max Max 2 emulation I might become involved with would feature large V8s and Virginia Hey, but it's gone more in the direction of boomerang-waving child. Oh well. My current plan is to put the tines on the thing back to front to see if different Beethoven comes out.
[Interlude: Comp.risks: The Movie]
This means I'm now able to get on with a bunch of things that required sound or picture-furtling capability.
On the other hand, I also have a hand-crank music box that wants modification. I'd always hoped that any Max Max 2 emulation I might become involved with would feature large V8s and Virginia Hey, but it's gone more in the direction of boomerang-waving child. Oh well. My current plan is to put the tines on the thing back to front to see if different Beethoven comes out.
[Interlude: Comp.risks: The Movie]
