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Friday, April 18th, 2008
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9:14 am - We're Living in The Future!
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A pointer from Instapundit leads to a link here. It's the abstract of a paper regarding the use of nanotechnology to control the spin of a single electron within a carbon nanotube--an artificial atom, in effect--to replace a conventional semi-conductor transistor. Or in other words, it could function as magnetic memory in a computer.
It's the 21st century, people. We're living in the future. No, there's an appalling* lack of personal jetpacks and flying cars, but in many other ways the world is more futuristic than I ever imagined it would be back when I was a kid. I remember reading Engines of Creation many years ago (not as a kid, long after I was grown) and marveling at the idea of nanotechnology and how it migh revolutionize life on earth. I also remember reading a lot of things that poo-pooed the concept as pie-in-the-sky dreaming with no connection to reality.
And to be fair, a lot of thing written about nanotech no doubt were just that. It's not magic. It has limits, especially now at the beginning. But over the years lately I've seen more and more innovations seeping into my awareness, innovations based on the use of nanotech. No single huge breakthrough, but in dribs and drabs it's beginning to show up in different fields, showing amazing possibilities.
Very cool. I like living in the future.
*Or, you know, maybe not so much appalling as worthwhile. You know how bad many drivers are. Do you really want them flying over your city, or your house, or you?
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| Thursday, April 17th, 2008
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10:20 pm - Seven Interests meme
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Snagged from ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) sophiedb:
Comment on this post and say YO BABY ! I WANT TO DO THAT INTEREST MEME or something like that. I will choose seven interests from your profile and you will explain what they mean and why you are interested in them. Post this along with your answers in your own journal so that others can play along.
( Clicky clicky to read the awful truth... )
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| Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
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5:38 pm - Join the Crowd!
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| Saturday, April 5th, 2008
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11:15 pm - Me Am Tired!
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Me have marshmallow brain.
I'm very tired. I worked all week despite still recovering from this nasty cold (my lovely and talented wife is a week ahead of me and she's still not entirely over it). I was up late last night, then got up early this morning to drive two hours down to Eugene with snippy to attend The Grandson's birthday party. We stopped at Oneson's place to pick up the proud parents and the grandkid to drive them to the pizza place where the party was being held.
It was...a party. Aside from immediate family I didn't know anyone there, though the maternal grandmother and a couple of other people looked vaguely familiar from earlier encounters. We ate pizza. We drank soft drinks. We cooed over the baby. Presents were unwrapped and displayed by the parents (The Grandson is only a year old, not yet old enough to have grasped the joy of unbridled greed). Cake--well, cupcakes, actually--were presented and distributed. The babies (Grandson had several peers present as well) engaged in the traditional rubbing cake and frosting over everything they could reach and even managed to eat a little of it. Lots of photos were taken.
Eventually all the children and their parents retired to the restaurant's playroom. Snippy and I remained in the reserved seating area to escape the noise (and the wearying presence of numerous strangers) and read for a while. We also rounded up the presents and moved them to the trunk of our car. Everyone returned eventually, and more cake and soda were consumed. The party broke up eventually and we drove the parents and child (and loot) back to their place.
Where we assembled our gift--a ride-on rocketship with buttons that light up and play entertaining recorded messages. (Fortunately, there are both volume control and on/off switches for the sound chips on the bottom of the vehicle.) Not that the kid had any interest in riding it--he much preferred playing with his toy cleaning kit* (mop, broom, dustpan & brush, soap dish, and cleaning supply bottles). Still, by the time we left he was having fun playing with the buttons on his rocketship...even if he still showed no interest in riding it.
snippy has been lusting after a Wii of her very own for over a year now. The kids have one, so we played with it for a while. Then Onesone found a local "for sale" listing on Craigslist (I believe) offering a Wii for $400. He called and offered $300. They settled on $350. So he and my lovely wife drove to a bank to get cash, then went and checked it out.
I stayed behind with the Grandkid and his mom. Grandson napped. I didn't nap, but I dozed--I was in no mood to go anywhere by then, except home. So I rested and waited for the Wii buying expedition to return so we could get the heck out of Dodge.
Oneson gave the Wii a thumbs up (it's in fine shape and everything works) so they bought it. As of tomorrow, when we set it up, Snippy will at last have her Wii.
The trip home was uneventful, though I was very glad to get here. Now I'm feeling braindead and tired. I look forward to SLEEP!
*His latest faddish interest is cleaning, so this was a great gift.
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| Tuesday, April 1st, 2008
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11:36 am - Words to Remember
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From a discussion on samizdata.net regarding crime in the United Kingdom. Specifically, the young woman who was kicked to death by hooligans trying to defend her boyfriend, who ended up in a coma but survived. One of commenters put the gist of the argument very succinctly:
Civilization is built on the blood and tears of barbarians.
The mark of a civilzation is it doesn't apologise for maintaining standards, nor for inflicting whatever pain is necessary.
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| Friday, March 7th, 2008
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8:55 pm - An Open Letter to Cthulhu
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Oh Mighty Old One,
It is with a heavy heart that I write to you. I wish that I could spare you this (and spare myself the wrath that I am sure will follow), but in good conscience I simply cannot remain silent any longer. It would do me no credit and do you no good to continue to pretend to believe when I no longer do. The Truth is the truth, and the truth, it is said, will set you free--something I know you've aspired to for ages. For far longer, in fact, than you've aspired to be President.
And so we come to the crux of the matter. It's time to give up your Presidential aspirations. I urge you to quickly and publicly renounce any interest in the 2008 Presidential campaign--or any future campaigns.
I know, when you first threw your hat into the ring it seemed like such a terrific idea. Inspired, even. Your campaign slogan--"Why choose the lesser of two evils?"--was brilliant. It seemed inevitable that mankind, or at least Americans, would see the folly of their ways and vote you into office. We could skip the middleman and get right to global genocide.
And yet. And yet.
I can no longer remember when you first announced your candidacy. I still see bumper stickers supporting your campaign. I still see graphics on the internet as well, and references to your campaign--your slogan--in conversations in media of all kinds. But while your campaign slogan has clearly caught on with the public, it has failed to inspire them or to motivate them in any substantial way.
Quite the contrary, in fact. Your campaign has become--I almost fear to say this, but I must--your campaign has become something of a joke. You are dangerously close to becoming a perrennial Presidential loser, a lovable but ultimately foolish butt of jokes like Pat Paulsen or Ralph Nader. (Paulsen, to his credit, at least intended to be seen that way.) That is not what you want.
Some damage has already been done. There are humans even now who have the temerity to sell plush stuffed Cthulhu figures! They're mocking your awful majesty and profiting from it at the same time! I don't doubt that they will all suffer unspeakable tortures eventually, but...it's unseemly. And unnecessary. But your repeated and unsuccessful runs for the Presidency have contributed to a diminishing of mankind's proper awe and respect for you.
Please--drop out of the race. Devote your time and attention to rebuilding the aura of mystery, menace and terror that was once yours and, with time, can be again.
Your humble and obedient servant
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2008
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12:39 pm - Dreams
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Slept in this morning. Got up, called in sick to work, went back to bed. Dreamed.
Dreamed about SG-1 visiting a planet shortly before it was overrun by bad guys. They spent several months helping to organize a revolt. Oddly, throughout most of this dream I was simply an observer, I wasn't part of the story. When the moment came for the sudden revolt, suddenly I was part of the story. Even as the dream story was unfolding, I was thinking about nitpicks that bothered me.
Like how did the good guys manage to maintain (or acquire) all the weapons they had stashed around for the big revolt? Sloppy work on the part of the bad guys. Ditto for allowing them as much freedom as was clearly required to plan and organize this revolt without being noticed. I can't even enjoy a dream anymore without my internal critic pointing out logic problems with the story!
Anyhow. Lots of shooting and fighting all around. I captured a weapon from a dead bad guy. I was a little disappointed that it turned out to be a submachine gun instead of something cool like a blaster. Nonetheless it worked. I walked around doing headshots at the bad guys.
Including, I must point out, bad guys who lying on the ground already. Clearly I am a firm believer in the coup de grace. I don't want "dead" bad guys getting up and causing more trouble. A few people objected to my bloodthirsty approach, but I paid them no attention.
Then I ran into one of the senior bad guys by surprise. We looked at each other. I pointed my gun at his head and pulled the trigger. Click. He tried to draw his gun, so I grappled with him. I remember thinking, "This is why Cassandra* uses a sword! Swords. Don't. Jam!"
Not to worry, I killed him real good.
*A character I write in a game who uses--surprise--a sword! Also a gun if she can get one. But still....
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| Friday, February 15th, 2008
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12:04 am - Smallville--It Hurts So Good!
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| Friday, January 25th, 2008
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6:48 pm - Look--It's A Meme!
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Gakked from killabeez, the meme consists of a single question: So, if your characters wrote fanfic, what would they write?
Well, canonically (in my canon, at least) Xavier St. Cloud would write romance novels. Best-selling romance novels. Under the nom du plume of Robin Masters. Yes, the never-seen Robin Masters on Magnum, PI was none other than Xavier St. Cloud. Why did he do it? Because it amused him.
Michelle Webster** writes Magnificent 7 fic because she loves her some slashy fic, she does. Also the occasional slashy LOTR action between, well, all the guys at one point or another. Plus occasional forays into the Buffy/Angel universe, where she can write both slash and femslash, 'cause girls need slashy loving too.
Benny Carbassa*** writes Marty Stu X-Files fic with himself in the Fox Mulder role. Ditto for 24, Supernatural (in which he plays the "Bob" part, saving the two youngsters from their own foolishness).
Ashley J. "Ash" Williams writes "... vs the Deadites" stories in every fandom he's even passingly familiar with. They aren't Marty Stu stories, but the protagonists have an alarming tendency to speak and act as Ash himself would, regardless of their usual personalities. Only the women respond to them as Ash wishes they would instead of the way they usually do.
Georgia Lass writes exceptionally readable Highlander, Supernatural, BSG and LOST fanfic. Also Jane Austen pastiches. All very thoroughly researched and painstakingly written in complete secrecy and posted anonymously to various archive sites. She loves reading good reviews and comments, but sulks for days when she gets the rare bad one.
Chloe Sullivan writes Marvel Universe**** fanfic, focusing particularly on Spider-Man and Mary Jane. She is royally pissed off by One More Day, which has retconned her Mary Jane's marriage to Clark Peter Parker out of existence.
*From Highlander
**Also from Highlander, though she only appeared once.
***Ditto. What's that? Why yes, I do like taking minor characters from established fandoms and running with them.
****Well, she lives in the DC Universe, so that's the only option.
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| Monday, January 21st, 2008
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1:48 pm - So...Cloverfield
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Godzilla was pretty clearly a metaphor for America, don't you think? A giant, nuclear-powered monster which came from the Pacific to rain destruction on Japan. An unstoppable juggernaut against which the entire Japanese military was helpless. It crushed people, tanks, warplanes, warships and cities alike, and literally rained nuclear fire on them.
And yet, eventually, Godzilla came to be Japan's friend and ally. Its protector. It defended Japan from other members of the nuclear club the monster brigade, monsters which were still hostile to Japan. Godzilla, which could not be defeated by all of Japan's military might was tamed by friendship.
Is Cloverfield a metaphor? I don't know. Looking back, the metaphorical nature of Godzilla seems pretty clear to me. Was it obvious at the time? I dunno. But Cloverfield is a pretty darn good monster movie. I went to the 10:30 showing last night on a sudden whim. I'd have waited to go with snippy but I'm sure she wouldn't want to see it. The "shaky cam" thing would undoubtedly make her ill--I occasionally wound up watching the corner of the movie screen when it was particularly bad. (I agree with the reviewers on Ebert & Roeper--future film-makers who want to use the "amateur video" motif should keep in mind that people have been using videocams for a long time now. They've largely learned to avoid the worst of the shaky-cam jitter by now. Don't overdo it.)
Does Cloverfield make light of, or play on, the events of 9/11, as I've heard it suggested?
No. Film makers have always tried to make their special effects as realistic as possible (at least, given the constraints of time and money). Independence Day also showed us New York City being destroyed, but it was released in 1996. We saw buildings exploding, crowds running for their lives. But not the immense clouds of dust billowing down the streets and engulfing everyone and everything, nor the flying debris. Cloverfield shows us that, not to play on the memories of 9/11 (in my opinion) but because 9/11 showed us what it really looks like when high rise buildings collapse. The latter film was made more realistic by incorporating those real world consequences into the special effects.
Cloverfield also put us squarely in the shoes of people on the ground during a giant monster attack, which is the main thing that makes it stand out. We don't get an omniscient viewer's understanding of events. We don't get to see where and how the monster came to be. We don't get hear what scientists, generals and Presidents are told, what they theorize, what they're planning. We simply find ourselves watching ordinary people reacting to an impossible, horrific situation as "something terrible"* attacks the city.
We follow the adventures of Rob, Jason, Beth, Lily, Marlena and Hud. They're all at a going-away part for Rob, who is about to travel to Japan to take up a new job. During the party the power goes out briefly and the building shudders. They learn from the television that an oil tanker has capsized in the harbor, which isn't far away. The party crowd goes up to the roof to see if they can see anything. They're there when the oil tanker explodes (the immense fireball we see in the trailers), and thus starts the worst night of their lives.
( Here there be spoilers. Beware! )
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| Sunday, January 20th, 2008
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3:57 pm - Standing Desk Update
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Since I'm sure that everyone who reads my journal has been waiting with bated breath for an update on the standing desk experiment, I thought I'd fill you in.
To recap: the lovely and talented snippy forwarded me a report on a study which demonstrated that (surprise, surprise!) people who are more active burn more calories and don't gain (or will lose) weight more quickly than those who sit on their butts.
This isn't exactly news, of course, but the study, uh, studied people who didn't get real exercise. One group sat a lot more than the other, which consisted of people who stood a lot more and "puttered" around. The latter group tended not to gain weight as quickly (or as much) as the former. After all, using your leg muscles for several hours a day will burn more calories than sitting on your butt. Plus, it turns out that sitting on your butt for long periods tends to shut down the 'fat burning' processes in your body; getting actively again, even briefly, tends to get them going again. So sitting on your butt for sixteen hours a day is a recipe for gaining weight, getting up frequently and moving around may not give you that much more exercise, but it tends to keep you in 'fat burning' (or at least 'non-fat-accumulating') mode.
So I swapped out my standard computer desk at home for a standing work station. I haven't noticed any weight loss yet, but I know I'm a lot more active than I used to be. I don't just settle into a chair and sit there for hours. I move around. I wander away from the computer frequently to do other things. I dance in place while I netsurf. Which is a lot more activity than I was engaging in before.
It's not real exercise--but it's an improvement.
The only drawback is that I find it more difficult to compose while standing. I'm not sure why, though I suspect it's purely psychological. No doubt as I get used to standing while I write this issue will fade away. But it is an issue at the moment, and unexpected. Overall, though, it's worth it.
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| Thursday, January 10th, 2008
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12:30 pm - I am a sheep. Behold--a meme!
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This was taken/compiled from jedibuttercup, who stole it from all over her friends list.
Italics for the characters you've written 1-3 times.
Bold the ones you've written 4-9 times.
Italics and bold for the ones you've written 10+ times.
Underline the ones you intend to write, or have in unfinished story form.
Leave alone the ones you don't write/haven't written.
Add up to five any that you have written (if they're not on here).
I've never written the vast majority because they're characters in fandoms I don't follow (or at least, don't write in).
( Another big time waster, brought to you by Ragnar's Human Rinds--muncha, buncha cruncha human! )
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| Wednesday, January 9th, 2008
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5:16 pm - Misogyny
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So I've recently become intrigued by the possibilities of 3D graphics imaging programs. Specifically, DAZ 3D which is a free downloadable program that a) is very like Poser (a commercial product) and b) can use Poser files. Which means that you can make use of the extensive fanbase-created characters, morphs, backgrounds, props and whatnot that are also free. (If you bought all the stuff you used to play in these programs it could be one damned expensive hobby.
( Cut for rambling about software and some TMI about misogynistic comics )
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| Friday, January 4th, 2008
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3:49 pm - Say goodnight, Gracie....
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Well, it's pretty much as official as it gets. GreatestJournal is dead. After months and months of increasing buggy functionality, after user icon allotments went from 2000 to 100 to 10 (and now, rumor has it to 5 just because the owner is an ass), after private messages went bye-bye, after comment notification failed, and various other issues went unresolved--and questions and complaints went unanswered for months--the owner/system administrator has posted to the News community.
His post, in its entirety:
there are various issues with GJ - at this point we don't have the resources to fix them / update code and servers (we tried for months). Site and Journals stay ASIS and won't get lost.
We recommend http://InsaneJournal.com with brand new servers and highly motivated admin and mods.
You can alwas export current Journals and Comments here:
http://www.greatestjournal.com/export.bml
Please do not submit support tickets.
Does this mean the site is already dead, and will simply drift without any administration until the domain expires and attempts to reach pages there go 404?
My guess is, probably.
I had a couple of journals there for role-playing games, but I wasn't heavily invested in the site. Fortunately, I also have journals on LiveJournal, InsaneJournal, JournalFen and Scribblit. Sayonara, GJ.
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| Monday, December 31st, 2007
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1:19 pm - Privilege?
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Based on an exercise developed by Will Barratt, Meagan Cahill, Angie Carlen, Minnette Huck, Drew Lurker, Stacy Ploskonka at Illinois State University. If you participate in this blog game, PLEASE acknowledge their copyright. BOLD WHICH APPLY TO YOU:
Father went to college
Father finished college
Mother went to college
Mother finished college
Have any relative who is an attorney, physician, or professor
Were the same or higher socio-economic class than your high school teachers
Had more than 50 books in your childhood home
Had more than 500 books in your childhood home (I think, certainly yes if you include the collection of SF/fantasy novels I personally acquired before I left for college)
Were read children's books by a parent
Had lessons of any kind before you turned 18
Had more than two kinds of lessons before you turned 18 (piano, life-saving)
The people in the media who dress and talk like me are portrayed positively - Not so much. Southerners are generally treated like yokels/inbred idiots/racist trash.
Had a credit card with your name on it before you turned 18
Your parents (or a trust) paid for the majority of your college costs
Your parents (or a trust) paid for all of your college costs
Went to a private high school
Went to summer camp
Had a private tutor before you turned 18
Family vacations involved staying at hotels (an efficiency apartment in a clapboard hotel at the beach; we bought groceries and (mom) made most of our meals there)
Your clothing was all bought new before you turned 18 (not every single piece, there were a few I inherited from relatives, but basically yeah)
Your parents bought you a car that was not a hand-me-down from them
There was original art in your house when you were a child
You and your family lived in a single family house
Your parent(s) owned their own house or apartment before you left home
You had your own room as a child (not all the time, but when I was a teenager)
You had a phone in your room before you turned 18
Participated in an SAT/ACT prep course
Had your own TV in your room in High School
Owned a mutual fund or IRA in High School or College
Flew anywhere on a commercial airline before you turned 16
Went on a cruise with your family
Went on more than one cruise with your family
Your parents took you to museums and art galleries as you grew up
You were unaware of how much heating bills were for your family
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| Friday, December 28th, 2007
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9:59 pm - Victory is Mine!
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I'm standing as I type this. No, not because I broke my chair. I've assembled my standing computer work station. Mostly, anyhow. I still needs some shelves, and I think we'll have to bolt the top to the wall to make sure it's really stable. But it's about three-quarters done.
I may also spring for a flat screen monitor as well. I can't actually bolt the unit to the wall with a full CRT monitor on it--it protrudes from the rear of the shelf. So that's on my agenda for this weekend. But I'm nonetheless pleased with it. As much time as I spend in front of my computer, getting out of a chair and on my feet will be good for me.
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| Tuesday, December 25th, 2007
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3:27 pm - Christmas musings
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Merry Christmas, everyone. Or if Christmas ain't your thang (like my wife, who is Jewish...), then Happy Holiday of Your Choice!
We exchange Hannukah gifts but not Christmas gifts in our house these days. No christmas tree either. Not that I miss any of that, really. Christmas was a really big deal when I was a kid, but not so much since. I sometimes find it odd that given our very different upbringings, it's I who chose to move three thousand miles away from my family and my wife who stayed in the city where she grew up. You'd think it would be the other way around.
It was snowing earlier--big fat flakes drifting down and beginning to accumulate on the car, the garbage can and other objects, but not on the ground. But it has stopped and all the accumulated snow has melted away, though snippy tells me that the forecast is for more snow tomorrow. We'll see if that sticks, I guess.
I've been writing a lot. But still mostly game-oriented stuff rather than stories. Nonetheless I've been enjoying it immensely, which is really the point. I've also purchased a standing computer desk, or most of one. snippy and I went to IKEA and found one that was almost exactly what I was looking for and for much less money than anything else I'd looked at. Alas, when we went to the self-serve area to pick up the pieces (you have to assemble it at home yourself), some of the shelves were out of stock. I was...very unhappy. But we ended up buying all the rest of it. Eventually the remaining shelves will be available again and we'll get them.
I still need to assemble the desk, clear off the existing desk and swap them out. Then we'll have to see about trying to sell the old computer desk via Craig's list. Or failing that, give it away--just something to get it out of the garage, where it will only gather dust otherwise. (There's really nowhere else in the house that we can use it.)
And finally, just because it amuses me: The Agnostic's Prayer, by Roger Zelazny.
Insofar as I may be heard by anything, which may or may not care what I say, I ask, if it matters, that I be forgiven for anything I may have done or failed to do which requires forgiveness.
Conversely, if not forgiveness but something else may be required to insure any possible benefit for which I may be eligible after the destruction of my body, I ask that this, whatever it may be, be granted or withheld, as the case may be, in such a way as to insure my receiving said benefit. I ask this in my capacity as my elected intermediary between myself and that which might not be myself, but which may have an interest in the matter of my receiving as much of said benefit as it is possible for me to receive of this thing, and which may in some way be influenced by this ceremony.
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| Saturday, December 15th, 2007
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5:28 pm - Help! Help! I'm being assimilated!
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Into west coast culture, that is.
By which I mean that I'm going to start taking some yoga classes! Not something that this formerly southern Virginia boy ever gave much (any) thought to. But I'm going to give it a try.
Why? A couple of reasons. Steve Barnes (www.darkush.blogspot.com) is a proponent of it and he's generally been a source of interesting and useful ideas. I first learned about intermittent fasting from reading him.
However, my main reason is more pragmatic and personal. Whatever validity there is to the more...esoteric benefits ascribed to yoga (not necessarily by Steve, but in general), it's good for flexibility. I'll be 49 in January*. I've never been particularly flexible and it's not going to get any better as I get older. Plus, working a desk job all day doesn't help.
So--yoga. Also (reason #3 for those keeping score at home), it'll give me something I can share with my lovely and talented wife snippy. She's done yoga before, though not since long before we were married. So we're going to take some classes together and I'll learn how to do the forms with the idea of not taking classes indefinitely but learning enough to be able to continue at home.
In other news, I'm looking for a standing computer desk. I reiterate: I sit at a desk all day at work. I also currently sit at a desk at home when I'm writing or netsurfing (like now). I want to replace my existing home computer desk with one where I can stand instead. So if anyone know where to get one, let me know. I know I could order one online but I'd rather look some over at a local store first.
*Presents are always welcome. Nubile young women wearing only a gift bow are especially welcome.
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| Tuesday, December 11th, 2007
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9:39 pm - I suck!
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No, wait. Not me. It's this damn cold that sucks. Sucks the energy right out of me, that is!
I have no excuse for my failure to post anything since my last rambling brain dump in November. I sit down at the computer and...I got nothin'. I've been doing a lot more sitting on the couch and reading of late. It's a lot easier.
I was actually in bed by midnight last night! Do you have any idea how tired I have to be before that happens? I don't feel bad now--that stage of this bug has passed--but darned if I don't feel puny by early evening. We hates it, we does.
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| Sunday, November 18th, 2007
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10:27 pm - A Turning Thought
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I spent this weekend at Orycon, the annual local science fiction convention. For an excellent summary of the con, read snippy 's post about it. I attended a couple of panel discussions she didn't--panels on writing, mostly because Steven Barnes and Steve Perry were on the panels. The "Steve & Steve Show" is always worth watching in my opinion.
( Cut for lengthy thoughts about writing. )
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