So today is, as far as you know, William Shakespeare’s 450th birthday (no one knows for sure, but it’s as good a day as any, and better than most, to pretend that it is). Which is cool. The odds are very much against anyone knowing I ever existed nearly 4 centuries from now (and if you exclude whatever future version of ancestry.com is in use then, the odds are even lower), but Shakespeare will be known for pretty much as long as people are known. If the last copy of any human book that ever exists is a version of one of Shakespeare’s plays, it would not surprise me (yes, assuming that I still exist to be surprised by the heat death of the universe), and if it is something else instead, more’s the pity. [Read more…]
A little bit short
On His credit report?
No, you don’t want to mess with divinity—
Y’see, God is the sort
Who will take you to court
If you say He can’t buy His Infiniti. [Read more…]
My iTunes is set on “shuffle”
I like it much better this way
I’ll listen to one, cos I want to,
But I don’t know the next that will play [Read more…]
Just finished an absolutely wonderful book (about which, more later); in the notes was a mention of Terry Bisson’s wonderful short story “They’re Made out of Meat”. Studio 360 aired a version a while ago–give a listen:
Bisson’s site has the transcript (or rather, the original story), for those who want. I love it.
… but it has been thirty years since the original Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy game was released. I remember playing it.
A 30th anniversary online version of the game is now available over at the BBC:
A word of warning
This game will kill you frequently. It’s a bit mean like that.
But don’t panic; you can “save” before trying something that ends up killing you.
Thirty years! I swear it was sometime last week… Oh, well–time is an illusion. Lunchtime, doubly so.
Good-bye, all my friends—
It’s been good; it’s been fun,
Ah, but everything ends,
And the end has begun.
It’s the last deadline ever
And not to my liking,
But I know I should never
Cross swords with a Viking
Now Fenrir is pacing
And Odin will die
It’s the end we are facing
And no one knows why
We say now, with sorrow,
Goodbye to the gods…
So, see you tomorrow?
I don’t like the odds.
“Ragnarok is the ultimate landmark in Viking mythology, when the gods fall and die, so this really is an event that should not be underestimated,” comments Danielle Daglan director of the JORVIK Viking Festival. “In the last couple of years, we’ve had predictions of the Mayan apocalypse, which passed without incident, and numerous other dates where the end of the world has been pencilled in by seers, fortune tellers and visionaries, but the sound of the horn is possibly the best indicator yet that the Viking version of the end of the world really will happen on 22 February [this] year.”
Looks like a fun evening, full of contests, drinking, and beards. These people do the end of the world right.