I’ve been glued to my log for the past few days, so it was good to get out and have drinks and dinner at The Waag (Society for Old and New Media) with a very old friend, an ex colleague from my days at Museum Catharijne Convent. The site does NOT convey the museum’s exquisite beauty: it’s located in a medieval nunnery in the centre of the city of Utrecht, an amazing place to work in. It was good to find out that not having seen each other for at least 4 years, and me drastically changing careers and both having gone through a relationship, didn’t matter. We picked up where we had left things, and had a grand old time. A great girls’ night out.
I’m liking the ‘Humanclick’ feature on this page. The interface is less cumbersome than ICQs (though nothing beats (m)IRC). So far, I’ve had chats with Jish, Neale, Chandler, Madhatter , Dave and Tom. It does take up a lot of time and I’m not sure I can keep the feature after my break ends. As a recovering IRC addict I need to be careful about my chatting habits…
Oral sex is like a game of Myst? From Maximonline: Women suspect that most guys approach oral sex like the game Doom. You’re a mercenary grunt running through an extraterrestrial labyrinth with demons hurling fireballs as you attempt to survive monster heads about to engulf you in flames. On behalf of women everywhere, I urge you to consider oral sex more like a game of Myst. You land on an island where all around you are mysterious objects; to reveal the next clue to the island’s big secret, you have to figure out these little machines and what they do. No explosives, nothing to kill, just your skill, patience, and the willingness to play for hours—with the understanding that what worked the past three (or 300) times you played may not work on this round. More where that came…
Just remembered something from a chat with a friend earlier this year. I think we were disussing ‘Never mind the Buzzcock’s Mark Lamarr who is always slagging Phil Jupitus for being fat. (WHY doesn’t Jupitus have a website?) That when the ‘fat’ guy has more sex appeal than Lamarr could ever dream of:
prol: ‘Women like funny.’
friend: ‘Men like tits.’
So there we have it, ladies and gentlemen. The cause of so much strife in our lives. :)
Reading Stuff & Rot today, a little something about ‘celebrity’. Celebrities, but especially ‘web celebrities’ (who in any other space than the web lose most of their celebrity!) don’t usually become celebrities out of their own free will. They are made celebrities by us, the masses. That’s because ‘worship’ is inherent to human nature, and we need to put people on a pedestal because we like to look up to something. It brightens up our dull lives.
Those made celebrities then develop a love/hate relationship with their new ‘status’, both enjoying the attention (for we are ALL attention seekers, fan or celeb!) and hating the consequences. The consequences being that for every worshipping fan, there will be a spiteful or jealous person wanting to see you fall from that pedestal you didn’t ask to be on in the first place. And fans are prone to lose interest, or worse, being disappointed. And that can lead to all kinds of trouble.
Fan/celeb psychology is interesting – I wonder if there’s any study done on the phenomenon. Why I’m so interested? I deal with a celebrity on a regular basis. We’ve gone from fan/artist to something other than that, but after ten years I still cannot figure out what exactly.