It’s a terrible burden actually knowing stuff. At least that’s how the writer of this episode must feel. There is a certain cuteness, it must be said, when the mainstream media tries to do technology, like a puppy trying to join in a game of football. It’ll make you go ‘aw’ but what you really care about is the team.
Back at the Edinburgh book festival, which I claimed I was going to write more about, we saw Iain Banks at one of the big events. Iain, of Culture novels fame – was giving a talk essentially about being Iain Banks, followed by a book signing. The whole thing was something I was intending to blog about immediately afterwards in the pub, as I’d done the day before, but a rather nasty headache overtook me and so the on-the-spot blathering was quietly dropped. Overall, though, I do believe I have added to the Banks’ canon.
As a follow up on my delivery of a satellite dish (and a stand), you can see (in a metaphysical way since I didn’t add a photo) that it’s a bit larger than I imagined. The 60cm wasn’t in stock and I was impatient, so I went for the 90cm one.
Well, the poll has spoken. Out of the (did I break double figures?) responses came a clear preference for the old computer game days. I think it was just before Christmas 1992 that I took my new video camera into the office and asked Andolf (Graeme Anderson) to be the presenter. You can see me in my Halo Jones T-Shirt somewhere in the middle of it. My desk is surrounded with bits of paper containing Hired Guns material. Right at the end, you can see a very disdainful Mike Dailly, which has a certain level of irony since I gave him a copy of this a couple of years ago and he bloody posts it to YouTube without asking!!!!
I was actually in Cardiff back in Jan, but since I haven’t posted anything recently, here’s a picture of the mysterious “Dr Horizon”.
Last night I put the final polish to the audio script for Sisters, something which I’d been meaning to do for the last week. Originally this was a short story of mine which I’d thought of as being akin to Intrepid fanfic, written while Heavy Lies the Crown was yet to be released and not really ‘official’. So it was nice to see elements from it being incorporated into the proper background. That made it the real thing for me.
The Edinburgh book festival is now in full flow and I’ve just been along with Lesley to see Richard Dawkins (famous scientist) give a talk. All was going pretty much as expected, arrive early, see huge queue, guy with new iPhone (non-famous member of public) behind us, start going into the tent where the talk was being held. We found a seat and sat down. No problem, until this proved to be the very wrong seat indeed when Lesley spotted Iain Banks (famous author) having walked in as part of the audience.
(I wrote a first draft of this a while back and then promptly forgot about it. I was reminded of it by a BBC news item of something similar. I’ll get to that in a later entry.)
The notion of using space for advertising isn’t a new one. The Last Action Hero was briefly featured on the side of a NASA rocket launch, Pepsi was launched to Mir and Pizza Hut was on A Proton launch vehicle, amongst others. But with the latest ad effort, one has lurched into the entirely sinister.
Blog entries prior to 2012 have been transferred from my old Right Brain Rumblings at Blogspot and lightly reformatted, with typos corrected wherever I spotted one. I've also transferred the entries from my old DMA Design website. So if you were looking for the retro games stuff, it's going to be here now. I've also taken the opportunity to add images where I can.
What is Science Fiction Anymore? From 2007, when I was astonished by what is, and isn't considered to be Science Fiction.
GTA
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Tweet from Brian Baglow (@flackboy)
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Lemmings
Lemmings: Can You Dig It? Guardian Review
Lemmings: Can You Dig It? Released
A Short Video History of DMA Design
Newly Appeared Lemmings Graffiti
Hired Guns
A Short Video History of DMA Design
A Lemmings Conversion in 36 Hours