Decisions, Decisions, Decisions
Well looks like its gonna be a bumper weekend.
Just got confirmation that I have managed to get two tickets for the Red Bull Rail Storm in George Square on Saturday. And we have a visiting master (Mestre Gato) from Brazil across this weekend, who helped create the Senzala group that Iam a member of. So will go to the session on Sunday.
And i have to create my new professional website. So damage limitation for Saturday night is in effect.
Real time global paramaters set. The workings of my digitally remastered brain electronically streamed direct to your door. My thoughts, pre-rolled. A porcupine of this here mind. Deep fried logic, salt 'n sauce. Flash-frozen, shrink-wrapped ideas. Splinters in my minds eye. Meta-me, conceptual and perceptual. Soapbox rantings and personal politics. Stronger, tougher, faster than before. RESISTANCE IS FUTILE.
Friday, September 17, 2004
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Friday, September 10, 2004
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Position Sought : Dr Who
Question ~ What do you do with a history degree and a masters in software engineering? (Apart from look pissed off.)
Answer ~ Get a job as the good doctor, write a computer program that can transport you back in time in a small, but big on the inside, blue police box. And get a robot dog. Cool.
Do Do Doooooooo, dew dew dewwwwwwww
Question ~ What do you do with a history degree and a masters in software engineering? (Apart from look pissed off.)
Answer ~ Get a job as the good doctor, write a computer program that can transport you back in time in a small, but big on the inside, blue police box. And get a robot dog. Cool.
Do Do Doooooooo, dew dew dewwwwwwww
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
Monday, September 06, 2004
Friday, September 03, 2004
Thursday, September 02, 2004
An Edinburgh Lunch Hour/The Festival Is Over
Just been for lunch, went looking into few record shops but couldn't find what I was looking for. Then checked out a few cafes to find somewhere decent for lunch tomorrow. One place looked good The Gourmet Burger Co. but was so expensive. 7.00 GBP for a burger and roll, no chips. 2.00 for side order of chips and three pounds odd for a milkshake. They should be wearing masks and shouting "Stand and Deliver" for prices like that. God damn Dick Turpin taxi drivin highway robbin mofos. Then went into the wee baked tattie shop round the corner and that was a total rip off. Fetsival is over, the shops should lower their prices. In the end me and Lau just sat on the steps at the tron and had a munch. The usual mix of folks was out: a bike courier (mobile organ donor) the usual office monkeys and a large contingent of scallies, sporting the typical scottish nicotine sun tan of deep yellow forearms merging into milk bottle white upper arms, smoking Regal kingsize fags and munching cheap sausage roles from Greigs the bakers. Shouting about who owes whom "seven barr" (barr is col. slang in edin for a £). Incidentally not even enough for a gourmet burger. Generally annoying me by trying to feed the pigeons then attempting to kick them when they got close or throwing juice at them But where was this underclass when the festival was on? when the 'burgh needed their services the most to harass the english high school drama groups throwing flyers out down the royal mile. Or the lame street perfromers walking about with picture frames, or the top half of a mannequins pretending to dance. Where were they then, eh? Out for lunch i bet.
Just been for lunch, went looking into few record shops but couldn't find what I was looking for. Then checked out a few cafes to find somewhere decent for lunch tomorrow. One place looked good The Gourmet Burger Co. but was so expensive. 7.00 GBP for a burger and roll, no chips. 2.00 for side order of chips and three pounds odd for a milkshake. They should be wearing masks and shouting "Stand and Deliver" for prices like that. God damn Dick Turpin taxi drivin highway robbin mofos. Then went into the wee baked tattie shop round the corner and that was a total rip off. Fetsival is over, the shops should lower their prices. In the end me and Lau just sat on the steps at the tron and had a munch. The usual mix of folks was out: a bike courier (mobile organ donor) the usual office monkeys and a large contingent of scallies, sporting the typical scottish nicotine sun tan of deep yellow forearms merging into milk bottle white upper arms, smoking Regal kingsize fags and munching cheap sausage roles from Greigs the bakers. Shouting about who owes whom "seven barr" (barr is col. slang in edin for a £). Incidentally not even enough for a gourmet burger. Generally annoying me by trying to feed the pigeons then attempting to kick them when they got close or throwing juice at them But where was this underclass when the festival was on? when the 'burgh needed their services the most to harass the english high school drama groups throwing flyers out down the royal mile. Or the lame street perfromers walking about with picture frames, or the top half of a mannequins pretending to dance. Where were they then, eh? Out for lunch i bet.
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