<insert crazy ramblings here>

When Watson told Holmes about some recent scientific discovery, Holmes replied with a statement to the effect that he'd try and forget it as soon as possible, as his mind was a tidy place, and he had no use for this fact.

I was just on the phone and realised that I couldn't recall the name of the person I'd been asked to on a message from. I'd remembered it for long enough to send the message by email, and had promptly forgot it.

Actually forget Holmes. Since I was away from my PC, I felt more like Manfred Macx when he loses his cyberware glasses in Accelerando.

I had a really top notch weekend. I normally don't do diary type entries, but I thought I'd give it a go. Plus I reckon there's a chance I'll look back on this in the future and smile. There doesn't seem to be anything private in it, so I'm not going to lock it.


Friday: ( 100 blank white cards & Wii )

Saturday: ( Cross Trainer, Haircut, Fancy Dress Party )
Sunday: ( Iron Man, Flimsy Crotch )

Comment to this post and I will:

1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, etc.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. Then you do it! [offensive_mango sez: you don't have to, really, but you might want to]
and reading some of the responses on her thread, I thought I'd pass this meme on, even if I've only met most of my LJ flist once or twice.


And a random thought on the law of unintended consequence.
( Where do those smudges on my glasses come from? )

Today's Bob the Angry Flower is what I'm like when I drink cider.

It's not quite that extreme, and environment is a much stronger factor, but I have found that different alcohol does have a diffenrent effect on me.

Ale tends to make me loquacious and relaxed.

Cocktails tend to make me energetic and bouncy.

Tequila gives me hangovers.

And All alcohol gives me wanderlust. I used to regularly leave my mates at Uni and go and check out the corners, nooks and crannies of the wherever we were. If we were on Campus sometimes I'd just get bored and wander home without telling anyone, which I'd never do sober.

I got told off last week because I'd offered to walk someone to the tube station, left to wait in the cool for them, and just wandered off.

Most people who self identify as Wacky, Crazy, or god forbid Zany, are usually anything but. I'd like to put forward my case.

A Zany person may pick up some fruit at the supermarket to make a "nice pair" joke. I not only bought the pear, and bought a "good lemon" to go with it (on the small chance it might go in a drink at some point). And when I tried to play it as keeper in Fluxx, Vixie pointed out that I've brought lemons round to her parties before.

Secondly the handle was not so much chosen as thrust upon me. Physoc had too many Dave's so all of us needed a Dave name. And despite volunteering for the exec committee at the sign up booth, I was refused to be known as Keen Dave.

On training today. Some typical responses from me.

Name the most successful businesses in the world:
Chinese Government.

Something the business wants from it's teams:
Kidneys, Liver and other organs.

Split into teams and try to convince a "Stakeholder" of your point of view:
Combine teams and try to play stakeholders off each other.

The trainer is now coming to me last for the funny item.
Pressure!

I received an email from my Dad this morning saying that he was sorry to hear about Terry Pratchett's Alzheimer's. Which got me thinking, in a roundabout way, about celebrities.

I'm not generally into celebrity culture. I'm a fan of a few people's work in different ways, and will pick up on information about them, but generally most of the stuff in Heat magazine makes me cringe. Most of the people / things I follow are considered niche enough that there is no-one but themselves doing most of the pushing. This leads to certain sense of closeness as they are putting themselves out there.

I went to see a Britney Spears concert once, and it was little different from a music video. The same audio, some flashy dancing, but nothing particularly special. On the other hand, the only band I consider a must see these days are the Barenaked Ladies. When they come over and tour they'll muck about on stage, improv a song or two, chat about what it's like to over in England, and thank the fans like they mean it. I guess what I'm trying to say is that it's easy to lose that connection once you become really big.

Which Terry never did. I've only recently started hanging out at the fringes of Fandom, and I still hear stories about Terry in the old days, and while he might hang around a little less, he's still approachable.

In fact, thinking about it now, meeting Terry was probably my first fannish experience. I went to a book signing of his in the early '90s. He still does them, usually a worldwide thing, with fans queueing out the door. And he uses that time to connect to his fans. He'll answer questions, chat for a second, and smile. Hours into what must be his millionth signed book.

So I'm sorry for Terry. Not just because this puts a limit on his work as an author, or because it's a terrible thing to happen to anyone, but because of the connection that he made me (and paradoxically) and many others feel.

Following a silly impulse I ordered pair of the Foglio's mad scientist goggles.

I think I'll have to dye my hair bright pink and become a girl genius before I can wear them.

Are there any male mad scientists with round goggles?

Cross posted to snarkoleptics

A friend is going through a bereavement at the moment, and has pointed out that people should make sure their relatives know their wishes.

1) I believe when I'm gone I'm gone, and as much use should be made of what's left as possible.
Organ donation, leave something surgeons to train on, and a shiny diamond.

I've discussed this with my family, but haven't actually fully actioned it all. I'm going to send an email to the anatomy donations co-ordinator now.

None of my family want this for themselves mind you. Or to donate their corneas.

I suppose I ought to write a Will to.