Spent the week trying to install a decent OS on my laptop, it having been shipped with Windows ME. A warez copy of Win 2K from one of my 1337 haxxor buddies (who shall remain nameless, natch) seemed to be in order. Spent most of the week buggering about with install disks, drivers and partitioning as I tried to set up a clean version of 2K and an additional partition on which I hoped to install some sort of Linux variant. Needless to say, this proved trickier than it should have done, but by Friday I had a working 2K setup which recognised all my hardware and was ready to roll. Naturally, I decided to play games, specifically 'Arcanum' (sword, sorcery 'n' steampunk RPG which I bought a couple of months ago but wouldn't quite run on my old machine.)
Meanwhile, my portable back-up brain (a Psion Revo) had inexplicably wiped itself, meaning I had to restore from a backup which (naturally) I hadn't done for a while. I think all I lost was a few good t-shirt slogan ideas and the details of exactly how much money my housemates owe me in council tax and rent, but both were reconstructible.
Mike and I played another blinder of a set at Panic. We'd actually gotten the hang of the controls this time, so though we'd been drinking since 10, we managed to get up in the booth at 1:00 and put together a pretty slick set, though I (have to) say so myself. We only had one worrying moment when a pissed bloke reached over and grabbed the case of one of the CDs we were about to play (luckily the CD itself was already in the machine) and refused to return it unless we played two tracks from it. Twat. Undaunted, we played the one that we were intending to play anyway, and I tracked him down after the set and retrieved the case without him noticing it had gone. That set in full (I think. Lost the set list):
|Sure Shot||Beastie Boys|
|Twentieth Century Boy||Placebo|
|Hobo Humpin' Slobo Babe||Whale|
|Hate To Say I Told You So||The Hives|
|40 Boys In 40 Nights||The Donnas|
|Fell In Love With A Girl||The White Stripes|
Yes, two were tracks we'd played last time too, but a) they were good, and b) we had to tweak the set list at the last minute because the DJ before us played some of the bands we had planned. I have decided that I really like DJing. tinyjo came, in a top and bra combo that gave her eerie ultraviolet breasts from certain angles. She stayed for our set, which was sweet given that she has to get up early. Jeremy cleanskies came too, looking very cool in a hand-customised velcro t-shirt. and also seemed to enjoy herself despite having been ill this week. And while I'm name-checking LJers, liriselie was there too, though this is less noteworthy, his (kir?) distinctive spikey dancing being a welcome regular fixture at Panic.
So overall all seemed to be well, as I contemplated a weekend during which the dutiful, beautiful tinyjo would be at her parents for Mother's Day and her brother's 21st birthday, so I could stay in bed using my laptop as god intended: for games, net-surfing and porn. I look back on how I felt that Friday with wistful nostalgia. It all seemed so simple...