My schedule, much like my underwear, is ever changing yet always entertaining.
We didn’t make it to the .moneen. show Wednesday, but we were able to take in The Golden Dogs‘ set last night. I thought that they were playing a little softer than usual, but then I realized that I was giving earplugs a try. A simple extraction was all that was needed to enjoy the band in their entirety. It’s not so much a volume thing (although they can blast out sound with the best of them), it’s more the subtle layering that can take place when you’ve got 4 microphones live. Anyway, it was a great time, but I’ll admit I’m tempted to tell you that they sucked so nobody will come to the shows and I’ll get an unobstructed view of the band and there won’t be a lineup at the bar. If you don’t come see them soon you’ll have to cope with a big arena and a 500% concession markup someday and you’ll be wondering what a bar show would have been like. Of course, as discussed, if you don’t come to the shows now there might not be an arena gig, so the way I see it, now’s the perfect time. Be sure to ask your travel agent about the new Golden Dogs travel package. It includes airfare, hotel, tickets to the show, and a litre of So Nice soy milk. With a deal like that, how can you seriously consider Hedonism II?
Speaking of the Hedonism resort chain… I’m at work, so finding a link could be dangerous, but if you didn’t know, it’s a resort that markets itself as a place to get laid. You know, just like the Food Fair. Anyway, the marketing isn’t as explicit as it should be — I had a coworker who was flipping through the resort catalogue and she thought that this would be a perfect place for her honeymoon. We managed to convince her that this was a place to get laid with people you don’t already know. Good times.
In another form of Hedonism, I managed to fit in a bit of PS2 time last night before the show. GTA 3 is fun. I found the tank cheat code. Tanks are fun. Except when they fall on you. No fun there. I’m seeing magazine articles about the next version of the game, so I figured I should stop randomly beating people up and get on with the missions so I can be ready for more mayhem. And yeah, I’m using cheat codes. I actually don’t think they’re really necessary, they just keep me from having to learn which button does what. I’m forgetful, and I don’t play very often, so sometimes it’s nice to have a few extra health points while I try to figure out which button fires the gun.
Off-topic note to spammers: your catchy subject lines aren’t going to lure me in if you send me ten copies of the same message.
I have some other links that were interesting, but they’re at home. I’m basically sitting here waiting for an email from an external vendor with contact information for this weekend’s implementation. As near as I can tell, I have to come in before midnight Saturday, flip a switch, go home for a nap, and they’ll page me when they’re ready for the next step. Sometimes it pays to live near the office. Of course, if I lived an hour away someone else would get the task, but this way I look like a nice guy, which can’t hurt when there’s a big lottery draw and your coworkers might have the winning ticket. Do good deeds often, because you never know if someone’s going to become a millionaire, that’s what I say. Now that the dot com thing is over, can people become millionaires without the use of lottery products?
With all the intellectual property debates going on, here’s a question: can you patent a “method of committing suicide”? I took a quick walk through the US Patent Database, and it depressed me a great deal. The trouble with a suicide patent is that if you can prove that someone used your technique, the insurance companies won’t pay, so I guess there’s not a big financial incentive for this kind of IP. I’d like to patent “method whereby one invents something and lets other people use the idea, which may seem very obvious, without hassling them”. Incidentally, the Canadian Intellectual Property Office website is cooler than the US one. Perhaps that’s why our patents are more expensive.
Ok, no sign of that email I’ve been waiting for, so I’m going to just wing it tomorrow night. I’ll be sure to let y’all know how it turns out.