scrape sky, suck feet

That’s the US excursion over. Currently sitting in JFK at 7am with 2 hours sleep on the clock – the plan is to try and stay awake til hometime at 9pm this evening (tricky). Hopefully the GBA charge will suffice and I can get a few more hours of Final Fantasy IV in.

The second part of the business trip involved being locked in a ‘conference centre’ for four days and subjected to a barrage of technical and personal development sessions. Some good stuff.

Go and see Grindhouse. There is hilarity, and more shameless foot-worshipping from Quentin Tarantino. I first heard of QT’s fondness for the female foot in EMPIRE magazine; a quick look back over his films makes it pretty inarguable. Actually I have an interesting bit of evidence for the prosecution (via Caitlin, who will add more anecdote in the comments, thank you).

So a couple of years ago she had a job waitressing in one of the larger gentlemen’s clubs in Austin. One night the manager gets a call, and shortly afterward QT shows up with his girlfriend. Assigned to serving (and drinking with) them for the evening, Caitlin notices that our boy has his girlfriend’s feet in his lap the whole time, rubbing away on them like his life depended on it. You must find the defendant guilty, your honour.