It’s a gaming/semantic markup crossover pun. Trust me, it’s funny.
I Love Bees
- The “I love bees” site
- Quick Start
- Bee Log
- Wiki (very busy/slow right now)
- Gamespot article
Note to self
Must read this on Friday morning:
- A job interview is not a test of my worth as a human being
- Getting through to the next round of an interview series, or being offered a job, is not a validation of my existence
- If offered a job, I am not under any kind of obligation to accept it
- Accepting a good offer for a bad job leads to stress, misery, self-doubt, and despair
- A job interview is the prime (and possibly only) opportunity to find out if the job is bad for me. Use this opportunity wisely.
Love iTunes, starting to hate iTunes Music Store
Out of the five last CDs I’ve bought or wanted to buy, how many could I get at the iTunes Music Store (UK)? Nil.
- Mutual Admiration Society – Mutual Admiration Society (bought at Borders)
- Franz Ferdinand – Franz Ferdinand (bought at HMV)
- Dogs Die In Hot Cars – Please Describe Yourself (bought at HMV)
- Steve Winwood – About Time (will be buying on-line somewhere)
- The Finn Brothers – Everyone Is Here (likewise)
I guess I’m not mainstream enough.
Scary place
Alex has a jigsaw puzzle that is a map of Europe. Being designed for three-year-olds, it includes cute, stereotypical cartoons for each country. Scotland has a kilted bagpiper, Spain has a flamenco dancer, and Romania has a…vampire.
As we were putting it together this evening, Alex explained to me:
“That’s a scary place. It’s got ouchy things that could make you dead.”
I’m sure the Romanian Tourist Office will be pleased that this message is getting across to toddlers.
Puncs
Sometimes you hear a snatch of a song, and you just know you love it. While we were out in town this afternoon, we were making our way out of the Gardens onto Princes Street, and from above us came the sound of a screaming fiddle. Not a folk fiddle: a wild jazz fiddle. As we climbed further, the bassline became more pronounced, and the funky drums tickled the rhythm centres of my brain. It was a band called Puncs (pronounced poontsch–they’re Hungarian), who had set up their kit out of the back of a van on Castle Street.
That’s the drummer in the back of the van.
We stood around and listened to the rest of the song, and man, it just grooved. They had a guy selling their CD “Your Idea Since 15”, and I bought one straight away. I haven’t had a chance to listen to it yet. It’s possible that the pleasantness of the day, and the Festival atmosphere gave their performance a buzz that won’t shine through in the recorded material, but I hope not. If I like it enough, I might see if I can grab tickets for one of their shows. They’re playing at Studio 24 on Calton Road until next Friday. Their flyer reads:
“fruitpunch from Hungary, balkan ice cream. mixed world music in rock cream. fast and slow, swirl of jazz, rhythms like crushed cookies. as prokected through an impressive jazz violinist, crazy vox, a dinosaur on bass, and an imp on drums.
Very cool. Coming across bands like this is one of the reasons I love the Festival.
The snails are coming…
Well I’m worried.
