None of you slackers contributed a song for Kerry-oke, and shockingly I didn’t get around to writing something myself. I could always adapt Eric Cartman’s method for writing Christian rock to this occasion should it become necessary…
The first and probably last time I go bar-hopping with my grandmother (among others).
Crap! Here comes the guitar again. I think the harmonica is pre-recorded.
Some dude appears to be talking to himself up on the stage. Don’t they have security?
The award presenters are introduced in the form of a mystery, i.e. various facts about the presenters are revealed as clues before their names are stated. (Incidentally, the flow of bad puns shows no sign of ceasing.)
Angela Lansbury has just joined us by recording.
I am at the Edgars. The ceremony opened with some ridiculous song on acoustic guitar. They have now moved on to bad puns. More updates as events warrant.
At about 8:30 this evening I started to feel a rather intense need to see Kill Bill vol 2, and it occurred to me that midnight showings might exist, even though my chances of getting a ticket seemed rather slim. Two hours later, having watched the first volume on DVD, I was driving across the Bay Bridge with Battle Without Honor or Humanity playing on the stereo. Now I’m updating by phone from the (very long) line at the theater. Spoiler-free review to follow later.
This morning: more qubit talks, mostly less relevant than yesterday’s. Then, the Nobel session. Unfortunately I couldn’t see or hear the Nobel talks very well, the floor not being sloped and the mike not turned up enough. Still, I got some of it. Abrikosov noted that something like half of all physics Nobelists had their initial work on the subject rejected. Don’t follow the fashion, he said; if you do, your career will blossom, but you can forget about a Nobel Prize. Right now I’m not thinking much about prizes and more about taking a nap. Sadly, there aren’t many good places to lie down here, and there’s another quantum computing session in a few minutes. Maybe I’ll get out of it early enough to go running before dinner. (On a treadmill; I’m not equipped to go running in this Hoth-like weather.)