Funny news from the front: a colleague told me today of how faded teen pop band, Take That, were recently found rehearsing at the hall of my college, right next to the office where I spend my days. 
The now significantly older, balder and distinctly less heart-throbbish attracted a small following of female university students sadly reminiscing over their pre-teen years. It's funny how Plato and Jason Orange can mix.
If you really need your memory jogged, Take That had eight number one hits in the United Kingdom between 1991 and 1996, Wikipedia describes their 1996 breakup as "cataclysmic" (Oxford American Dictionary: "relating to or denoting a violent natural event [or] something unpleasant or unsuccessful on an enormous scale"; hardly NPOV, if you ask me). They've only had one hit in the United States.
After Take That broke up, according to Wikipedia, hotlines were set up in Britain to "cope with fan's grief". Oh, for crying out loud. Shed a tear for talent, but shed nothing for these guys.
Take That was the signal to the music industry to spoil the nineties with manufactured boy band acts, though they obviously didn't start it. They just reactivated the clean cut, happy clappy boy-band act that's pissed off anyone who likes music for decades now.
How do I feel working in the room next door to where Take That are rehearsing for their UK tour? Pretty apathetic. I'm testing out and evangelising technology that will hopefully replace the industry which makes Take That popular, and that's really exciting.
It's a technology that doesn't care about your age, or your "image", or your sexuality or any of that jazz. It only cares about ideas.
