SHOCK
today, at the local 7-11, 18:00 hours.
I walk down, looking for a "casette tape". I use them for little tricks in processing audio. I need a pack now.
Can't find one.
Shop attendant, probably 20 years old or so. Me, 38 years old.
me: "er, do you have any casette tapes?"
shop attendant: "ca-se-tte ta-pe? what's that"
me: "oh...................., never mind, i'll take these then"
me in my mind: "fuck, it's a strip plastic film with a coating of magnetic strip, maybe a 1/4 inch wide, maybe a little less. you apply electric current to it via the record coil, and the signal is "burned" on to the magnetic strip, allowing it to be read by the pickup coil. it's in a plastic shell and is a known form of linear media storage, in the old days, they used to store computer data too"...........
me on the way home in my mind: er if you pull the tape out, it makes a wonderful mess...........
oh well, into the next room and find a reusable casette tape.
had lunch with me mate eric, whom i have known for 17 years? he works in the games business and has a sing along title out. i tell eric that i will buy his game along with playstation 3 if i can sing along with eric, online, with a chas and dave song. the very long tail. possible customers for such product in japan; 3. promotion cost; 3 phone calls, maybe 2 emails. profit margin: ok royalties to chas and dave: three pieces of chips.
other possible game ideas to entice minoru into buying a playstation 3;
"bang bill oddie's head and spot the bird game"
"draw facial hair of graeme garden and change his glasses game"
i have a highly sophisticated, aquired taste. original.