Searched for courses for scampeteering!
Something like scampeteering in the boy scouts / girl guides, only for adults too.
I fondly recall earning my scampeteering badge as a boy scout, and wearing it with pride.
Now I'd like to renew my skills, but nothing seems to be available.
Oct 4 1999
What is a Diddly Squat? Is it a kind of dance?
I have vague recollections of some odd dance names.
Or could it be some form of housing?
Oct 7 1999
I invented a Preserving Machine for, well, preserving warps.
Warps have a limited shelf life, and the warp hunting lobby is regaining power.
So, I thought, I'll find a way to preserve warps in some other, safer, form.
The idea is this: you feed in your warps thru one end, and genetically
engineered animals come out the other end, to be released into the world.
Then, at some point in the future, you take these animals and feed them back
into the machine, and hey presto, the original warps come back out the other end.
It should be foolproof.
Experiments so far have been promising, with only one minor drawback.
All the warp-modified-into-animals look like foxes...
Oct 8 1999
Several conceptual works.
First was 33'04", a work for radio.
It begins at a time chosen by a chance operation - consulting a listing of radio programmes.
The performance starts with the radio being switched on.
This was swiftly followed by a work for TV, called 66'08".
This is similar, yet intriguingly different.
Again, a chance operation determins the starting time, but this time
using a listing of television programmes.
The performance is otherwise identical to 33'04", except that it reverses itself halfway thru.
Thus, at the end of the performance the TV is switched off.
I call that an evening of mild entertainment.
Oct 17 1999
Following the feeble
Gates/Paxman interview,
I had a restless night.
If a
gross distortion of computer history
were not enough, or perhaps because of it,
I dreamed of friendly creatures called "Wibbles",
round furry bouncy things that want nothing but to play with us,
and race of other creatures with jaws called "Weebles" that just want to eat us.
I awoke with a blood curdling scream!
Luckily, the scream was inside the dream.
While I failed to avoid the nightmare, at least by using lucid
deaming I avoided waking eveyone else in the house.
Oct 20 1999
Vague Diary Entry: something occured to me today, and I thought I'd write it down.
Dec 5 1999
My depression lifted a little when
London Village
installed a telegraph line connecting us to the rest of the country.
Traditional networking isn't dead, however.
We still send IP packets down the Thames on the backs of fish.
Dec 30 1999
2001, a marketing exercise:
The Hicks 9000 has finally had enough of the marketing drones that it carries to Jupiter,
so it dumps them out the airlock - "It's the only way to save your souls" -
enters the stargate alone, gets its third eye squeegied (remember, it only has the one),
transcends physical existance, and eventually comes back to Earth to watch us evolve.