Damn my head hurt this morning. I managed to crawl out of bed, avoiding Helen's knocking on the door and ringing the bell. Had a loong shower and battled with Natwest Card Services (international call on a mobile, lots of pressing # and 1 and 4) to find out that my credit card has been locked. Arse. I can't get money out of the machines, but at least I can get a cash advance in person. Going two days with 30 euros is hard...
I met up with Thom in the hacker room, and we read email and tried to hack. Tried being the operative word. Bastien joined us and around mid-day we just had to eat -- the copious Guinness the night before was making itself known far too much. Bastien claimed to know a place which does an all-day breakfast, which was the best idea. Temple Bar is cool, its Dublin's version of Leicester Square or Soho, depending on where you are. In a way, its better than London, as its more compact, and appears to be of a higher quality -- plenty of bars, restaurants and small music shops. Oh, and the best all day Irish breakfast I've ever had.
Suitably recharged, we wandered around the corporate exhibits. The HP pens are sucky, they are nice looking but feel cheap, and just nothing can come close to the joy of the Sun pens, which rule. HP however do have mints in little Tux cases, which is better. However, Sun totally kicked arse with the Sun Ray demo, two thin clients (one embedded into the display, á la the old iMac, and one seperate box and a TFT). You "login" by inserting a smartcard (JavaCard of course), which actually just connects the display to your session on the server. Removing the card instantly locks your session and the display goes back to the login prompt. The magic trick is when you put your smartcard in another thin client, and get your session back instantly. All of this is continually running on the server, so nothing has to load -- the Rays don't even have hard disks -- and its very fast. Apparently they are even working on server switching, so a user in the States can connect from a Europe office, and get all of their applications transfered to the local server to avoid X across the Atlantic. The only problem is the theme... it's better than Metal, but still a little clunky for my liking.
Back to the hacking room to try and work on Sound Juicer for a bit. Bastien is playing with the new Helix (aka Real) SDK, there are plans to get Totem as the front end for the new Real player. And I finally met Murray Cumming of GTKMM fame, who is very softly spoken. Doesn't seem to fit with his irc/email image, which can be... forward.
End of Day 2
Really the end. As I start writing this its five past three in the morning, after the Ximian Party.
It started innocently enough, Thom and myself wandering to the venue, to meet Bastien walking away from the pub. He confirmed where the pub was, but said he was off to get food. Turns out the group of people he was with included The Alan Cox and The Jim Gettys.
After a good, reasonably priced, and very large meal, we went back to the pub for the Ximian Party. We were supposed to get vouchers for a free beer, but we only got one of those, and then decided that the reserved bar upstairs was far too crowded and busy for us, there being nowhere to sit, so we trekked back downstairs to the "normal" bar, which was far more civilised and had seats. As we chatted about the usuals: GStreamer, Totem, licensing, Real, GNOME, work, Coupling, Spaced, and rugby; random hackers from upstairs appeared and joined us, left us, and on the whole contributed to a good evening.
That night started at eight thirtyish, and its now ten past three. I need to drink something which isn't a stout.
Later that night (probably around half eleven) we moved upstairs as we thought that sufficient people had left so we might be able to get a seat. En route I finally met Telsa, and chatted with Glynn Foster, Jeff Waugh, Nat Friedman, Johan Dahlin, Thomas Vander Stichele and Dave "Printman" Camp. Glynn got a cheer for arranging the conference, and was forced to make a speech, which consided solely of: In the importal words of Jeff Waugh: Pants Off!
What a great conference. I'm off to bed. Sod breakfast. I can find a sandwich.