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GARDENIA: Whenever I see the fluffy head of a dandelion, I have this thought...KITE: That it would be nice to be able to fly like that?
GARDENIA: No! That it would itch if you got it in your ear.
-- dialogue from dothack: infection
I figure if I'm too busy playing the game to write anything in the log here, I can at least post a bit of the droller ("droller"?) dialog.
(Note that there are currently 243 stories in the relevant section on Fanfiction dot net. Scary! Of course there are 15,735 stories in the Sailor Moon section. Isn't culture wonderful?)
Compare and contrast:
"I'm sure glad I don't like beets, because if I liked them I might eat them, and they're awful!"
and
"I'm sure glad I think stealing is wrong, because if I didn't think so I might steal, and that'd be bad!
From Alas, a good rant about being overworked, overcome, overwhelmed, overtired, and so on. Although it happens to me only now and then, I can definitely identify. I had a very similar experience the other day: came home from a stressful day at work with some things I wanted to get done, discovered a bunch of things at home that I needed to do, finally snuck off to the excretorium hoping for five minutes of ignoring the world, only to have a little voice immediately call "Daddy, I need you to help me open this!".
I admit I said a nasty word. I hope I said it softly enough that the little voice didn't hear it.
Of course the above-linked rant discusses this in the context of things that happen to women in particular, and I'm not strictly speaking a woman. But still.
creme bruleeNote the obscure GNE reference! And the Eagles joke (only the second time in all these years anyone's made one of those, too)."ook vaak" appears to mean "also frequently" in Dutch -- so your page is visited regularly by that author.
Lifetime.
Gaaah, no, not the Eagles! Okay, okay, I'll update more often! Y'know, Joe Walsh is always real apologetic about it ("Hey, sorry dude, it's our job"), but that Glenn Frey is a total unforgiving liver-eating bastard.
You think it's odd that there's no better word than "song" for a piece of music; how about the fact that there's no general word for a piece of literature? (Except for "work", which is a little too general.)
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Java package o' the day: "javax.sound.midi". Don't leave home without it.
Hm, well, so what sorts of things have I been doing instead of writing in the log here? I've been playing lots of ".hack//infection" (or perhaps "dotHack: Infection"), a rather cool Anime-flavored PlayStation 2 game that the little daughter talked me into starting. Despite the wince-inducing hacker-wannabee typography of the title, it's not entirely clueless. It's weirdly meta, in that in this video game you play someone who's playing a video game, although while the outer one is strictly one-player, the inner one is a MMPORPG.
I've also been doing various things on the iBook, whereas all my weblogging stuff is here on the ThinkPad. I could switch to some web-based posting system (a few hours worth of mad cgi hax0ring would probably do it), but then the Master Copy of the weblog would be up on the web (on a server said to be in England somewhere), rather than on a computer I can hold in my hand. And that'd be odd.
I've got over 2000 songs ("songs") on the iPod now, which is fun. That's counting a couple episodes of The Lone Ranger, some issues of In Bed With Susie Bright, the whole five and a half hours of the audiobook version of Bryson's "A Short History of Nearly Everything", and one of the two CDs of "A Voice in the Dark" (a tribute to Jean Shepherd). Which is one reason "songs" isn't quite the word. "Tracks", maybe?
I've been cleaning up the mess on my part of the backroom table, which has proven to be (as expected) mostly semi-junk mail that I probably should have thrown away as soon as it came, but that in any case has now long expired and can be recycled.
The little boy now has a green anole (which is a lizard rather than, say, a disease), and his room now holds quite a quantity of green anole infrastructure (aquarium tank, fake rocks, fake branches, bubbling pool of water, thermometer, hygrometer, UVB daytime lamp, basking-spot daytime lamp, nighttime lamp, two timers, box of live crickets, etc, etc, etc). At the moment it's just sitting there on its stomach with its eyes closed, and we hope it's only sleeping and not dead already.
It is pretty cool how it randomly changes from brown to green and stuff, though.
This evening I spent half an hour or so on the front porch talking to two polite earnest white young men from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints about Joseph Smith and God's Plan and the Golden Tablets and the Bible and the Prophets and like that. I didn't ask them any of the Real Hard Questions, but from their reactions to some of the Slightly Hard Questions they seem to have been well trained in giving the pat answer or evading as required.
Apparently they have a full course of like six "discussions", and they'd like to come back later, if I have the time, to continue talking to me. Maybe I should try to convert them to the true faith. But that would be mean.
I spent I dunno some pretty long amount of time lying on the couch with the earphones on, and iTunes on "shuffle", and the visualizer going. Highly recommended as a meditation aid; I got lots of mental relaxing and also actual thinking done, and felt quite repaired afterward.
Lesee. You probably heard the rumor that Colin Powell won't be serving another term as Secretary of State. If that's true, then having lost not only the token black man but also the token peace-loving rational person in the top ranks of the administration, Bush would all other things being equal have to fall back on his core constituency of white belligerent gullible people to get him enough votes that the Supreme Court could plausibly appoint him to a second term in 2004.
The Catholic church reminds us why Catholics have such a hard time getting elected to political office in the U.S., while at the same time reaffirming its commitment to being irrelevant in the XXIst century:
When legislation in favour of the recognition of homosexual unions is proposed for the first time in a legislative assembly, the Catholic law-maker has a moral duty to express his opposition clearly and publicly and to vote against it.
We don't really like our legislators remote-operated from Rome. Unfortunately we don't seem to mind having them remote-operated from other, slightly more subtle, quarters.
I was unable to read the entire "Considerations Regarding" cited above; it was just too depressing.
From Steve, our Nickname o' the Week: "Blackjack Bill Bennett" from an excellent impassioned essay about how things really are, I'm afraid.
Also from Steve the very memorable God detector.
And finally from Judith, a thing about which I will just quote Judith's words: "Click on everything. You'll like it."
Still no further word from the Chief, and while I have tons and tons of reader input queued up, I'm too durn lazy to do anything about it. Let's see if I manage to get more than three log entries in this week; not doing terribly well so far!
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