You hear that, Mr Andersen?

Uno, L-Plate, Funeral

First up, a quick question to the room -- has anyone borrowed CDs from me? Specifically, I found the following list in my wallet:

• Best of Bootsy Collins
  
• Herbie Hancock: Headhunters and Jammin' with Herbie
  
• Kora: Volume

(Sok, don't worry, I remember what you've got of mine.)

I don't need them back immediately, but knowing where they are would be good. :)

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You can now get Uno for the Xbox 360. And it's getting pretty good reviews. The world is a seriously strange place, Watson.

And it makes you think -- why didn't they just use the same engine to impliment a bunch of other childhood card games, like "Go Fish", or "Bastard", or "Pick Up 52"? :)

Time for some random links, methinks -- how about someone who's made a Thing costume out of rocks? Or how about a a strap-on flying wing jet-pack for Special Forces types? Or a bit of a diary from Francis Ford Coppola, though it seems to be mostly promoting his new movie, Youth Without Youth.

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As I was coming back from lunch today, a learner driver had gone too far into an intersection, so they backed up... into my driver-side indicator. (sigh) It doesn't look too bad, but it's just another thing that has to be dealt with. What I found most weird was that I didn't think to hit my horn -- I was frantically searching for my reverse, instead. Still, worse things have happened in supermarket car-parks; there's just the orange plastic to replace, and a little scratching. I hope that they're not dicks about paying for the work, though.

Dammit, I just realised that I didn't write down their license plate, though I did get the name and phone number of the guy who was giving the lesson to the learner driver. Oh well, even if I end up paying for the replacement cover and stuff, it shouldn't be too much. Maybe I should get that annoying noise fixed, as well. And that missing window handle. Meh, if it's out of commission anyway, might as well get a bunch of stuff done.

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Something weird that happened last week -- I came in late to work on Monday after the 48 Hour Film Competition, and found an email from an old friend (who ex-BBSers will remember as beerman) saying that his wife had just been told that she had 24 hours to live. The contrast was pretty jolting.

I had known Frances a little at secondary school, but I'd gotten to hang out with her a bit more when she married B. (I remember it being quite weird meeting some St Caths girls at their wedding, and one of them recalling something I'd said in passing seven or eight years ago. It was something nice, for what it's worth.) I hadn't realized that she was ill, but it fits that I wouldn't -- I can't imagine her letting herself be slowed down by anything much, and I'd seen very little of either of them in the last few years. She was someone who liked to tease people, but not in a mean way; and she liked to see people laughing. Which is presumably, as Morgue has noted elsewhere, why she chose to have her casket carried out to the tune of "My Ding-a-ling". It was a good service, and obvious how much she'd touched other people's lives.

Some things take a long time to happen, and creep up on you gradually; but I tend to forget how suddenly things can change, for better or worse.

Posted by svend at June 5, 2006 8:14 PM