80's revival

Last night we went to a concert. During the 80's Robert Smith decided that hair was the path to success, so he mixed it up a little. Well actually as I am sure you know, he mixed it up one hell of a lot.

This last week, apartment 505, along with Des and the DJ (not the Sonos), hit Forum. Why, well because The Cure was about to bring Copenhagen to life.

Did they manage?

Yes, yes and oh so friggin 100% yes!

The sound was crap, the lights were 80's, the only redeeming show feature was a video of a trains journey that ran in the back during "jumping someone else's train" - amazing. Well who needs a fancy show, when you can play for 3 hours straight, 34 songs and not a single drop or dip in energy or intensity.

It was absolutely great, and 505 wasn't the only ones who thought so, what with all of forums sold-out 10,000 attendees jumping, clapping, singing and screaming along to every single howled out, acoustically tinny Cure classic from the last 30 years.

The atmosphere was superb and carried on through the entire evening. As for the current standings of the iPod Touch vs Nokia N95-8GB? The Nokia captures the world better than anything to-date (that isn't a dedicated device), but the iPod presents the world how it should be... 1-1 :)

What does one do when it's time for a change?

This weekend we awoke and someone had the idea that apartment 505 needed a change, something different, an addition, something to scare the living crap out of the kittens. Well in all honesty, they aren't scared of it, but twice an hour they get all, well, all curious. See Saturday we decided to go shopping in Malmö. Sweden is as close as Copenhagen and once you factor in the return tickets and the exchange rates, it works out almost, maybe a smidgen cheaper. So off we went, Beate saw a cuckoo clock last time we were over and so that was the goal. Low and behold, the shop still had them, unfortunately not in red, but then I am sure I am destined to live in a monochrome apartment for the rest of time, but I digress. So we go a black one. A black cuckoo clock, with a yellow bird and so the adventures begin.

Did you know that the cuckoo doesn't give two shits what the hands say? That no matter what you do, the little bird decides when the hour is to be chimed and when the little bag-pipey-thingies are to be compressed and thus the world famous cuc-koo can be heard. So what does one do? Apartment 505 found out, you wait for him to sing, then you stop the clock and wait until time catches up to the little yellow bird and then you start the clock again and wait for the next chirp and see if you did good. We did that. We waited til 7 o'clock and then we started him again. only to notice that an hour later he was 2 minutes slow.

Two minutes slow! Well how do you solve that? You wait until 7 o'clock in the morning, by which time is is 20 minutes slow, and you stop him again. See you now have to adjust the pendulum, so it swings faster. Lower is slower, so we stopped the clock and then 2 hours ago, after moving the weight up a fraction, we started Ralph again.

It is now three minutes past and he just sang nine times... guess it's not going to be ticking between 7am and 7pm tomorrow again...