post-trip note

Back from Seattle, so I've unlocked all the posts made while I was there (no sense advertising to all that I'm not at home, you know?) and I may have a few more comments to add later.

Oh, and apologies to those I didn't manage to meet up with. Every time I had a spare moment, someone dragged me off to a bar, which played hell with my planning skills. In fact, even the people I did meet up with I met in a bar.

bigmouth strikes again

I recently received a nice little present: an AVI of me playing guitar and singing at JC and Anita's wedding in 2007. It's post-dinner, so I'm (presumably) a bit drunk and definitely hoarser than I'd like, but it's kinda funny, too. I'm watching myself doing U2's Running to Stand Still and throwing in random smartassery, like singing the "seven towers" line and then quipping that it's more like five now. Thanks, JC.

no heroics

Black Comedy about superheroes. Too bad I don't have ITV2.

Also, didn't PV (or was it someone else?) do one of his "minor superhero" stories about a man who could see 20 seconds into the future? While looking for it, I found this, which sort of covers the same ground from a more depressing point of view.