Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
Children are occasionally good for amusement I suppose
I was down at Fremantle this afternoon, and while wandering around the harbour noticed that Sea Shepherd’s Steve Irwin was in town. I was taking a photo when a family with a couple of small children wandered up behind me, and I heard the following exchange.
Small Child 1: Look! That’s Bindi’s Dad’s boat!
Small Child 2 (excited): Is he on it?
Small Child 1 (with relish): No! He’s dead!
Ah kids!
Only in Kenya
Denys’s First Law: Camels are often larger than you think.
Denys’s Second Law: Elephants are often smaller that you think.
To clarify what I said about celebrity photographs yesterday – I wasn’t suggesting that I’m more particularly freakish that the typical convention attendee (although I may well be đŸ˜‰ ), I was rather commenting on how I view the entire concept of said photos – which is with a particular level of distaste.
A photo of you meeting a celebrity – fine. A photo of you standing next to a celebrity – fine. A photo of you (“you” perhaps being a big, sweaty, geek with greasy skin and a worrying leer) with your arm around a celebrity, who’s staring into the camera with a fixed grin and cold, dead eyes – seriously not cool man.
I guess what I’m saying is that I think these celebs do enough for their fans already by flying halfway around the world, answering inane questions on panels and signing autographs for hours. Expecting them to pose – often with actual bodily contact – with dozens of complete strangers as if they’re their best friends is just demeaning.
Look at those pictures – does Summer Glau look like she’s having fun? Does she like hell.
Maybe I’m taking a particularly autistic (ie: really intense sense of personal space) view on this, but to me the whole celebrity photograph thing seems like the kind of cruel and unusual punishment I don’t want to put the objects of my fannish attention through. These are people we’re talking about, not monkeys at the zoo, and making them dance for your photographic amusement is nothing more than a selfish imposition.
Convention Craziness
This NeoGaf thread pretty much sums up the reason I don’t get photos with celebrities at conventions.
They have enough freaks to put up with without me joining in.
The new promo for SBS’s movies is a creepy wonder to behold…
I can’t help but feel I’ve seen that demon thing from the start somewhere else…
I have no truck with Gregorian calendar!
It’s the tenth of the tenth 2010. Oh wow.
I have to say I find this rather boring. I mean, we’ve had the 1st of the 1st 2001, the 2nd of the 2nd 2002, the 3rd of the 3rd 2003 and so one, and no one made a fuss about them (well, apart from 1/1/1 obviously, and some religious types got upset on 6/6/6). And we’re going to be getting the 11th of the 11th 2011 and the 12th of the 12th 2012 (assuming the Mayans haven’t come back and eaten us or something). I don’t regard any of these as being at all interesting, with the exception of 12/12/12 which is only interesting because it’s the last one.
So get back to me in 2 years, 2 month and 2 days. Then I might be interested.
Just a note to say that while the new incarnation of the Wyrmlog is now pretty much complete, there are still some maintenance tasks that need to be done…
I’ll keep plugging away at these. It’ll all be over by Christmas!
Caught up with Rebecca after work yesterday. We ended up at the new branch of burger joint Grill’d at Subiaco railway station.
Now, for a while the place for burgers in Subi has been Jus Burgers. Well I’m sorry to say it, but as far as I’m concerned Grill’d has blown them out of the water. I had the mustard and pickle burger on a panini bun and it was one of the best things I’ve ever put in my mouth. And who knew you could make chips with rosemary? (Shepherd Book was right!)
After Grill’d we went to Chocolateria San Churro for desert. I’ve never tried churros before – I can see why they’re so popular, although I wouldn’t want to eat them regularly (I’d probably keel over dead from the sugar rush).
Um yeah. Nothing else to say really.
There are limits to what you can do with Higgins.
Exciting news from the world of linguistics. Apparently speakers of Koro have finally been located in (of all places) India!
Koro of course is one of the Moundsbar languages, as extensively researched by Metalleus. To quote from his classic essay Moundsbar Connections.
Turning to Moundsbar, there are at least three languages related to it, Aro, Sorno and Koro. Aro is spoken by a few hundred souls in an enclave in the “Fan” district of Richmond, Virginia; Sorno has been extinct since the third century but was spoken on Guam and Saipan in the last years of the Roman Empire, though you would never know it from Roman history; no speakers of Koro have been located but a Koro language must be hypothesized to account for certain telegrams received through the years by the Moundsbarians which they were unable to read.
It now appears that these telegrams were sent from the East Kameng district of Arunchal Pradesh in India. Take that Higgins!
As the great Metalleus himself once said, in these seas of ignorance, science splashes on.
Nerdery
Inputting test data for a Travel Agency. One of the destinations is Koh Chang. Find myself wanting to change description text to “Koh Chang, domo arigato, Koh Chang…“
