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Warning: critically disjointed post follows. No attempt at coherence has been made.
More sci-fi becoming reality: 'Can battlefield robots take the place of soldiers?'
On Friday I went to Worksop as a roadie/ugly groupie for Evil Scarecrow. I treated this as a bit of a work shadowing experience for learning about the gigging process. In this regard it was invaluable and I am now adequately prepared for the "standing around" part as well as the "dining at local chip shop" part. I also got mistaken for the singer in one of the other bands a couple of times and got some experience at turning down requests for autographs. All good stuff. For what it's worth the Worksop rock scene seems to be an interesting mixture of lipstick lesbians, weird obsessives, and rugby players. But the Bulmers was only £2.70 a bottle so it's not all bad.
I was sat in the pub with Becky yesterday discussing how there should be a children's tale of a primitive cave-dwelling boy who's come from a Lost Valley or something, befriends some local kids who have to keep him hidden, and who go on adventures together before he sadly has to go back home forever, riding on a dinosaur. Surely someone must have written this already? And on a similar line, does anybody remember the story where some guy has come from the past and - among other things - he gets angry at the weather forecasts on the television, calling them witchcraft? What was that called?
Before and after the pub yesterday I was working on music, more specifically mixing the vocal tracks for one of my 'songs' which we'd recorded on Saturday in a very cold and forbidding rehearsal room. The mixing process involved about 8 hours of chopping bits out and moving them around. I don't envy the people who had to record songs on magnetic tape. Hopefully the results will be available to the wider world soon.
It's Valentine's Day on Sunday. I'm not sure I received any cards in the last decade :) No doubt this is just because I am too good at keeping my address private... (which I'm not, really.)
More sci-fi becoming reality: 'Can battlefield robots take the place of soldiers?'
"A striking example of a robot in need of careful programming is a driverless vehicle developed by the Pentagon, called the EATR. It can refuel itself on long journeys by scavenging for organic material - which raises the haunting spectre of a machine consuming corpses on the battlefield."
On Friday I went to Worksop as a roadie/ugly groupie for Evil Scarecrow. I treated this as a bit of a work shadowing experience for learning about the gigging process. In this regard it was invaluable and I am now adequately prepared for the "standing around" part as well as the "dining at local chip shop" part. I also got mistaken for the singer in one of the other bands a couple of times and got some experience at turning down requests for autographs. All good stuff. For what it's worth the Worksop rock scene seems to be an interesting mixture of lipstick lesbians, weird obsessives, and rugby players. But the Bulmers was only £2.70 a bottle so it's not all bad.
I was sat in the pub with Becky yesterday discussing how there should be a children's tale of a primitive cave-dwelling boy who's come from a Lost Valley or something, befriends some local kids who have to keep him hidden, and who go on adventures together before he sadly has to go back home forever, riding on a dinosaur. Surely someone must have written this already? And on a similar line, does anybody remember the story where some guy has come from the past and - among other things - he gets angry at the weather forecasts on the television, calling them witchcraft? What was that called?
Before and after the pub yesterday I was working on music, more specifically mixing the vocal tracks for one of my 'songs' which we'd recorded on Saturday in a very cold and forbidding rehearsal room. The mixing process involved about 8 hours of chopping bits out and moving them around. I don't envy the people who had to record songs on magnetic tape. Hopefully the results will be available to the wider world soon.
It's Valentine's Day on Sunday. I'm not sure I received any cards in the last decade :) No doubt this is just because I am too good at keeping my address private... (which I'm not, really.)
