You hear that, Mr Andersen?

Alan Moore, Arahan, Adieu (to boxes)...

I can never tell whether I'm ahead or behind of the curve, in terms of cult Internet stuff. For example, had everyone else seen Sinister ducks, with vocals by Alan Moore? Or the female version of Ronald McDonald, as envisioned by some Japanese advertising campaign?

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We've got a big deadline coming up, so it's no surprise that there's been a series of catastrophic IT problems that have stopped all work for hours. Yesterday's emergency had a delicious database center, which meant I had to come back from lunch and spend a couple of hours trying various approaches to sorting it out. I'm just very, very grateful that none of it was actually my fault.

I'm thinking about popping into Catholic Supplies and picking up devotional pictures of St Isodore of Seville, St Jerome, St Catherine of Alexandria, and maybe St Anthony (since it's losing data that we're worried about). And given our current situation, St Jude is pretty appropriate. :) Maybe St Veronica, too - though her official remit is laundresses, she's associated with photographers and filmmakers as well. And there's always Theodosius the Cenobriarch, since he appears to be the patron saint of file-makers...

Actually, Editorial has already done something like this - they have a Wall of Faith, with icons of various religions watching over them as they work.

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I popped to the parents house briefly to pick up a few things that I'd managed to forget, and Mum pointed out a box and a bunch of bags that I'd forgotten about. (In fact, when she mentioned them, I remembered thinking, "Huh, I bet I forget that I've put something here," when I put them there; in my defence, they were behind all the furniture.) In the box was a bunch of alcohol - I'd noticed that some of it was missing, but I'd disconsolately assumed that I'd left it behind at the flat. Of course, the ironic thing is that I don't drink by myself, so I can see that I'll probably end up just like Dad, with a bottle of Cointreau from thirty years ago. On the other hand, I'd be pretty happy to end up like my father in most things - possibly not in the amount of time he spends at work, but most things. ;)

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Saw Arahan on Wednesday, which is based on a South Korean cartoon, and by the same people as Volcano High. I quite liked it - things like an old kung-fu master complaining about lack of activity: "Nowdays I only levitate to change the lightbulb!" And there was a quote from the bad guy that I liked, too: "A sword can slaughter a pig, or cut through the world." I think that on the whole, I preferred VH, but it's certainly good fun.

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The saddest thing about unpacking, I found, was disposing of the boxes afterwards. Some of these boxes had "Brooklyn St Cafe" on them - that's the Todman St flat! And I think that some of the A4 paper boxes were even older than that. That these boxes, that served me so well for so long, were going to be collapsed and recycled... well, it seemed a little unfair. I saved some of them in the roofspace, but most of them are now in the garage, waiting for me to take them to recycle bin. But I'm glad I've taken the time to remember them here - thank you for your good and faithful container-ness, mighty cardboard guardians of my stuff. :)

Aaaand - that's all I got, for the moment.

Posted by svend at February 23, 2005 11:11 AM