Peter-Frickin'-Jackson is Exec-Producing Halo

I don't really have the words for this, since I've only just gotten the news. Just read, okay? Here's the meat, for the lazy...

Joseph Staten, Bungie Studios wrote:

A few weeks ago we were lucky enough to partner with two tremendous Producers from Universal, Mary Parent and Scott Stuber. In the short time they’ve been on board, Mary and Scott have joined with Peter Schlessel to accomplish unimaginably wonderful things. Example? They’ve secured an Executive Producer to help guarantee the creative integrity and technical excellence of the Halo film.

And that Executive Producer’s name is Peter Jackson.

This will not be a Doom, Alone in the Dark, or Mario Brothers. Do not doubt this. The only thing that can go wrong now is that the movie is 3.5 hours long and has 5 consecutive, drawn-out endings. Or that the Master Chief will have oversize hairy feet.

Let me just say in closing: "Yay." You can quote me.

Baby steps

Okay I just made the jump over to semantic XHTML+CSS. Coz, you know, so many people come here, and it's important that those 2 people can read it if they were blind, deaf or dumb.

So we'll see what happens when I link to WE05 @ Technorati with rel="tag"... Jumped here from there? Don't see any WE05-realted content? Well I'm working on it, I just had to tidy my house in case of a flood of visitors.

I've put up what few photos I took at the event, and they should eventually filter into the main WE05 stack/group/set/whatever. My mind is still buzzing with the possibilities for the future of the web. It's kinda hard to get anything done without having an internal monologue about the best way to do something.

I'm all about the mental paralysis.

Photo-tastic

I now have a Flickr account!

http://flickr.com/photos/geordie

The boys & girls at WE05 convinced me to dive in and trust this (relatively) new service with my photos. I may even become a paying member. I'll be blogging about that event, plus all the other crazy stuff on my recent trip to Sydney (a.k.a "Mordor") - as soon as I clean up the HTML for this site!

Can't go having dodgy code around web gurus, can you. My theory is that I'm like a plumber: the pipes in their own homes are always leaky. But my pants cover my bum cleavage. Anyway, what was I talking about? Who knows, really.

Just a fleshwound.

Well look at me, a 27-year-old pretending to be an indestructible 17-year-old: at the tail end of a party, a little too much consumption, flying off a balcony. What do I get, but seven-or-so stitches and a buzz-lightyear sticker (to cover my tetanus shot). From what I DO remember up until that point, I was having a pretty good time at Jane-the-Vet's place last Friday. I guess now I'll have the hospital bill and the scar on my left pinky at eternal reminders :) Kids, drink responsibly. Or at least make sure any balconies you jump off have safety nets. (See I'm learning from my mistakes already!).

Now I just have to match all those random photos of genitalia on my camera to people I know. Or perhaps I should just leave well enough alone.

...well I remember the first bit

Cameron's well and truly sent off now. I certainly hope so, becuase I don't know if my body can handle that many $7 cocktails any time soon.

We stayed in the "big room" at Garuva's until about 10:30pm before heading into the valley and the upstairs bar at Fat Ric's.

After that, there was dancing to loud noise. I swear I knew everyone's name there for a few minutes, but I'd be hard pressed to remember anyone now; I'd like to blame the alcohol. And I will.

Anyway, one more mate heads off for adventure and the prospect of eager european women. Geez, soon I'll actually have to be SOCIAL again and meet NEW PEOPLE! Good luck Cam, make sure you do all the things I wouldn't.

Jon Stewart is the Man

http://www.wired.com/wired/archive/13.09/stewart.html

I wish one of the Australian FTA networks would pick up The Daily Show. I would be criminally happy.

Kicking Cameron out of the Country

Your friend and mine, the A.J. / climber / squash legend / sayer of odd things extraordinaire, Cameron Alexander, is off on a jaunt with no time limit over the seas! Yet another mate who's packing up and buggering off to those "other" countries out there!

Half ya luck! I'm going to have to start nailing my friends feet to the ground to stop them shipping out - sheesh.

Anyway: drinks, dinner, more drinks and dancing a funky jig are on the cards. We're descending on Fortitude Valley (Garuvas Hidden Resturant to be exact) this arvo, and I plan to be in crazy-go-nuts mode until I fall into a pseudo-coma state, several hours after that. I'm assuming The Family is on the cards, which means I have a (by now) 50% chance of having a long night; I've been refused entry as many times as I've been let in.

Perhaps it's becuase I'm never super-clammy or have my pupils dilated enough.