(Through The Viewfinder photograph of yours truly courtesy of Birmingham Blogfather and TTV virtuoso Mr Pete Ashton).

Courtesy of my good pal Jez, here’s Lord William of Shatner advertising 80’s 8-bit home computer, the VIC-20:

I know that Captain Kirk was promoted to Admiral in the Star Trek movies, but I don’t recall any mention of him being made a Commodore.

Maybe that was TJ Hooker.

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Which reminds me, I’ll once again be sitting in on Danny Smith’s Technical Difficulties show on Rhubarb Radio tomorrow night (7-9pm) in my current capacity as trainee presenter-slash-acolyte.

I was there last week, too, and it was great fun. Last week’s theme was Batman, and the theme for tomorrow night’s show will be Japan. If you feel the compelled to contribute to the show with some thoughtful Japanese-themed input – or even just some personal abuse – then you can email (studio@rhubarbradio.com) or tweet (@techdiff) the studio.

That will be all.

What I did want to do was Find The Story, get about and report on some hidden weirdness, odd sub-culture or unsavoury practice that I could expose. And I found nothing but a bunch of nice people, sorry.

My Rhubarb Radio presenter pal – self-confessed ‘open-minded atheist’ Danny Smith – went to a Christian music festival, suprised himself by having a good time and has crafted a rather excellent, obervation-rich write-up on his experiences.

It’s here.

It’s my birthday today, but instead of letting myself descend into a cesspool of self-pity as I become acutely aware of my mortality and all that, I’ve instead decided to upgrade my mobile to an iPhone. I wouldn’t have done it if Clare hadn’t kept egging me on, but I’m glad she did as it’s rather nice and shiny and I’m currently using it to write this post.

As mid-life crises signifiers go, it could have been a lot worse.

I’ll be helping out with Rhubarb Radio’s Technical Difficulties show this evening.   I’m supposed to say things and stuff.   Feel free to listen.

I’ll try not to make a total arse of myself.

Clare here, I’ve just popped into Tom’s blog to let you know we will be twittering from Latitude this weekend. If you’d like to follow us we are ’stringerbean’ on there ( the name is a long story involving The Wire and a dream I had one night ).

Well, that’s it then…

I’ve just watched the final episode of the mighty Battlestar Galactica.  I’m probably one of the last of the show’s legion of fervent fans to have seen its finale, but so it goes.  I’m talking about the 21st Century Ron Moore-produced reimagining of BSG, of course, not the original 70s show with Lorne Greene and Faceman.  My lag time’s bad, but it’s not that bad.

First impressions: I liked it lots.  It was a sometimes perplexing but overall satisfying conclusion to one of the most consistently brilliant shows in TV history.   I even welled-up on a couple of occasions, but – like Jermaine in Flight of The Conchords – I’ll put that down to an inflamation of my tear gland (or, like Artie in The Larry Sanders Show, a bad case of “manly misting”).

I’ll let it all sink in, then maybe say more about it later.