Since I open an almost obscene amount of tabs every day in my Firefox (and never end up closing them), I’m going to start running this section to force me to close them.
This new bit on my blog is like a bandage, alcohol swab, and a coagulant to stop me from bleeding excess pages into my system.
In any case, this week I found…
“Kind Of Bloop” is an interesting project about making jazz from the 8-bit digital form that made the sounds from Nintendo’s early games so… well… existent.
If the art doesn’t grab you, you don’t know your music or your video games.
And if that’s the case, well… go play some Mario while listening to Miles.
This week, my Guitar Hero 3 controller decided to not strum down. How nice for it! How freakin’ nice of it to not function the way it’s supposed to!!!
You know what? I blame Activision.
Mind you, blaming them doesn’t get me anything. My Les Paul video game axe is still broken.
Regardless, here’s a site that tells you how to fix it.
Plus Kevin Smith explains how he didn’t get to do the Superman movie, a building decided to not be found, this Australian winery rocks, why I might start drinking a ridiculous amount of white tea even if it ends up tasting like nothing, how you can read the New York Times on your computer, and that Four Corners story everyone was talking about this week.
So I was supposed to go bowling with Juliet & Wendell but — agh, typical Wendell — one of his shoots went over time so Juliet and I wandered around town looking for something to do.
First we tried the Imax but the movies all had icky starting times so then we tried George St. but there was nothing on there that we wanted to see.
This is already beginning to sound like The Three Bears… and Juliet is blond. Does that make her Goldilocks?
Anyway, so we headed back to her car parked around the back of Darling Harbour and as we headed towards Darlinghurst thinking of one of the Palace cinemas, we got a call from Wendell. Back to town we went picking up the fashion photographer and heading to dinner somewhere else.
I love this photo I shot of Juliet talking to Wendell. Such colour… such… wait– did I just get a colour shot?!
This is the story of that dinner. (Okay, it's not really a story… it's a post.)
On Tuesday night, I dined at the lair of a great.
HP launched a bunch of new products tonight and some of the lucky press got to see just a taste of what it's like to eat at what's considered the fifth best restaurant in the world. The world, people!
And the best in Australia!
I don't know what "Three Chef's Hats" means but I'm guessing it's something bloody impressive if it's the top honour from the Sydney Morning Herald.
The menu was preset and at a price of $195 per person with $90 for the wine set with it, HP sure didn't go cheap on us.
Want to know how it fared in the minds of a cynical writer who swears that some of his food is out to kill him (that would be me)?
UPDATED!!! (I've now got some videos to show the texture… why, it's almost like being there!… except not)