And so, we have returned. We’re back. We’re bad. He’s bla - no, wait. That’s something else. I had originally intended to post a conclusion to our trip, a set of lessons learned, a summary of everything we have seen, thought, achieved and studied. A veritable cornucopia of content. But I forgot one very important thing. I’m Captain Jack Spa - no, wait. That’s something else too. We’re half-dead, is what I missed.
I’m told that Strange Company Early Adopter Sally Brewer is the originator of the legendary comment that I used for the post title. I’m back in glorious Scotland, and feeling - quite frankly - terrible. Not because the Roadtrip (the capital R is obligatory) wasn’t a success. Quite the opposite. I feel like the weasels are trashing Toad Hall inside my skull, and the main reason is that the Roadtrip was a complete success.
It may be safely said, at this point, that I’m sitting in a large, red chair. I’ve got a black trenchcoat on, and you have to assume that I’m working this deal by sound and touch because there is just no way that I can see anything through those sunglasses. And there is a mirror behind me, with is rippling, yea, rippling in a way that would have been very impressive in 1999 where this metaphor originated.
To bring you this announcement. Linden Labs have announced that they are going to open-source the Second Life server code. Well, damn. It’s been in the rumour mill for a while, but this confirmation is big news. It’s also one of the reasons why writing a book like this is such a nightmare in some ways - you’re out of date five minutes after you write - and why this blog exists, to act as the ever-growing errata sheet for the book.
Written whilst attempting to avoid sleep on the 12:00 midnight train to Brighton Over the last few days we’ve had quite a few journeys. Journeys by train, journeys by taxi, journeys unfairly early in the morning or hideously late at night. Or, as in the current case, not actually that late at night, but it feels pretty hideous. Sometimes these journeys have been great. I’ve talked and socialised, seen pretty stuff, gotten stuff done, written pieces I’m proud of, visited places that have memories for me.
In what may be a first, I’m actually posting this from the Macbook Pro laptop resting on, well, my lap. Normally that’s inadvisable, as the heat emitted from these otherwise sublime pieces of hardware is considered a little excessive for close contact with the trouser area. But at this point, even our laptops have red-rimmed monitors and keep posting pitiful requests for us to pour coffee through their cooling slots.
This is not good. It’s half past midnight, our time, and Hugh and I are getting ready to record our interview for The Overcast. Hugh’s been up since 5am. I’ve been up since 4am because I live further away from Edinburgh train station than he does. Neither of us, it’s only fair to say, is running on 100% battery power. Nonetheless, we could have pulled it off. God knows, both Hugh and I have done far worse.
You lucky, lucky people. If you’re UK-based, and happen to find yourself in the quaint little hamlet of London village tomorrow evening (Wednesday the 18th of April), you have a chance to socialise with two old farts. Hugh and I will be in London tomorrow evening. If you’re in the area and fancy a pint or three, we’d love to meet up. Comment on this post, or throw a casual email in the direction of info AT strangecompany DOT org.
Ugh. I have been awake since 5:15. That’s an unholy time that shouldn’t be seen by man, animal or wildfowl, unless they’re unduly healthy or insomniac. Hugh - “Oh, god. This is an extreme situation. It’s time to invoke the spirit of gonzo journalism. “ Johnnie - “You don’t mean - “ Hugh - “Yes. I’m putting sugar in my tea. No more dental health for me. I’m on the hard stuff.
I was asked to write a response to Paul Marino’s 2004 summary of the Machinima scene, from our perspective in 2007, for the Amsterdam Fantastic Film Festival. Since they’ve been so kind as to let me re-post it online for people who won’t be at the festival, I thought I’d post it here. BTW - the Fantastic Film Festival’s Machinima section sounds very cool. Attend if you can. Sadly it’s over the last week of writing this book for us, or we’d be there!