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Had another full week on my humor blog, so if you missed it here's the various recent posts:
- Some Easter Stuff Poorly Explained by a big pile of nonsense.
- After The End Of Everything which is me being all personal and stuff.
- Statistics Saturday: The Ides Of April, This Century or my local pedantry check.
- What's Going On In Gil Thorp? January - April 2017 a story strip recap.
- Exclusion built on a picture of some eggs.
- Everything You Need To Know About Me In One Paragraph and coming soon to a Currently Reading slug.
- Cold built on a bit of Easter-related stuff.
- Finger on Remote Control, We are Wired to Your Soul which is this week's big piece and about our consumer electronics and furniture.
So let's get back to Saturday at Pinburgh and a couple more hours of the fun and photogenic stuff there.
More backglass art because it was just that captivating: Sonic's 1976 Faces, an electromechanical game with the ever-popular theme of gazing into your soul.
Most of the playfield for Sonic's 1976 Faces, a game we did not have cause to play in the tournament but which we couldn't resist because look at those eyes and those nostril-bumpers and the lips on that machine and then there's more faces below it. Seriously, just, wow.
Finals for the Tiny Pinball tournament; contestants stand on chairs. Or, I get arty while waiting for the C Division finals to play out. Stars is a great early solid-state game we can't get enough of ourselves.
The C Division Champions, by contrast to B, were able to arrange their victories in decreasing order by size.
One of the other concerts: a live orchestra playing the music while someone speedruns the video game I Dunno, Something About Ninjas Or Something. I have no idea if they missed any beats but none of the people who knew what the game was seemed unhappy with their performance so I suppose it was without flaw in technique.
Mobs of people waiting to put in games for the side tournament, the Intergalactic Pinball Championship. It was like 10:30 pm, with qualifying ending at 1 or 2 am and it turns out that we should have put games in earlier in the day when nobody was there. Live and learn.
Trivia: The Hudson River bed in the area of the Tappan Zee bridge is a layer of silt, in some spots 300 feet deep.
Source: Engineering In History, Richard Shelton Kirby, Sidney Withington, Arthur Burr Darling, Frederick Gridley Kilgour.
Currently Reading: Invisible: The Dangerous Allure of the Unseen, Philip Ball.