Sunday, June 11th, 2006
During the week, we managed to catch up in Bristol with Mr Gillen and his girlfriend, and it’s fair to say that a Good Time Was Had By All Those Present.
We managed to discuss a.) a Freudian reading of Thief b.) the trials and tribulations of The Cassandra Project c.) the localisation of Chaos League and d.) lots of very very obscure things, so I would call that meeting of minds a resounding success.
We also managed to watch some astonishing Bristolian music, featuring a woman with closely-cropped hair who belted out nightmarishly angular avant-blues, and a group of chaps making a thunderous racket by any means necessary. Never before has a band been so comprehensively heckled by two people shouting out the name of the waveform which they had chosen to over-use.
I also managed to buy two brown shoelaces for 79p while taking out money from a cash machine – this is an achievement of note.
Anyway, I can heartily recommend the Bristol (and indeed Bath) scene to anyone wishing to flee from the horrors of Oxford or London during this hectic and somewhat over-cooked season: we hope to return soon.
Yet to take up the Pub Challenge are Introversion Software, a group of people to whom it has already been officially issued. We await their response.
Friday, May 5th, 2006
I have mentioned before in my tide of almost interminable drivel on here that there are certain people with whom we would be delighted to share a nook (I’m sorry) in some suspicious watering hole.
Here is a fuller list (in no kind of discernible order):
Cory Doctorow…although I was once rude about him here when he was being an idiot about something.
Jan Hammer – that’s just me. And he’d only be allowed to come if he brought his keytar.
Tiresias the Blind Seer
To prove that we’re not all jibber-jabber, and that we are partly comprised of “trousers”, I believe that we should attempt to collect them, one at a time.
Now, this might be a little bit complicated in some cases. Hertzfeldt lives in Santa Barbara and seems to barely go outside (if his blog is to be believed); Shatner, Seagal and Coates are probably in Canada filming an obscure low-budget action movie right as we speak (perhaps only in my mind). Tiresias is both several thousand years old and a fictional character.
However, Mr Gillen has gone on record with the following:
I go to the pub with literally anyone. Often whether they want me to or not.
I would say that this constitutes an outlook which I’m going to deem, “Promising”.
I have just emailed Chris at Introversion (via some torturous forum-based web-form contraption, obviously put in place to protect the innocent) to make him aware that we exist. Brave little Darwinians are carrying the message to him right now through a gigantic vector-based landscape, making that kind of “erp erp” noise before they get eaten by a worm or something.
Anyway after that, the pub will hopefully ensue.
Now, to find Shatner’s email address… be sure to tune in for more exciting updates.