June 24th, 2006 | brainjuice
Funny, grotty, increasingly mean-spirited video for an oldschool footstamping sleazy Primal Scream pop song:
Heroes Con looms.
Car service to airport arranged. Last fitting for suit done (cost: one kidney). Earphones need replacing. Find boots.
Fly out Wednesday, arriving in Charlotte, North Carolina late Wednesday afternoon. Spend Thursday in bed recovering from nine-hour flight.
Heidi MacDonald emailed to tell me she’s interviewing me on stage at some point during the show. That will be painful. Hopefully she’ll get a dose of Montezuma’s Revenge, as she did in Toronto the other month.
Have decided to not leave air-conditioned space during my stay. My poor old lungs do not cope well with humidity. Current conditions in Charlotte: 85 degrees, 80% humidity, strong chance of thunderstorms: “Storms are capable of producing brief heavy rainfall and possible urban flooding with little or no warning.” I appear to have gotten a direct flight to Hell.
Leg is playing up again, so I will definitely be on the cane throughout the convention.
Have yet to write the talk for Friday night. Was writing something about Philip K Dick, but it’s not funny enough. May re-use Toronto talk from 2005.
Need to load some tv shows onto the flash card for Box. Also need to clear out and reload The Rugged Manly MP3 Player. Need to put “Fly” by Lamb on there, my totem song for travel.
Also required: wetsuit, boat, breathing apparatus, atropine, small gun with single bullet.
June 24th, 2006 | people I know
“You were one year old when the Cold War ended. You were thirteen when the war on terror broke out, and eighteen or nineteen when Tony Blair was forced to resign as Prime Minister. You graduated university owing Â£35,000 in student loans, at a time when the price of entry into the housing market in the UK was over Â£150,000 (about 4-5 times annual income; the typical age of first time buyers was 35 and rising by more than 12 months per year). Unless you picked the right career (and a high-earning one at that) you can’t expect to ever own your own home unless your parents die and leave you one. On the other hand, you can reasonably expect to work until you’re 70-75, because the pension system is a broken mess. The one ray of hope was that your health and life expectancy are superior to any previous generation â€” you can reasonably expect to live to over a hundred years, if you manage to avoid succumbing to diseases of affluence…”