| Days 7 & 8 (meme of glee) |
[Dec. 20th, 2008|03:40 pm] |
Day 7 (Thursday): Company party at the Museum of Science with Kaijen, then worked productively on my company for several hours.
Day 8: Snowed like crazy! Was it good for you? It was for me. :) |
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| Days 5 and 6 (meme of glee) |
[Dec. 17th, 2008|07:19 pm] |
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Day 5: Bob the high school physics teacher won Survivor! And he totally deserved it!
For those of you who don't follow reality tv, there is a special misery in watching 13 hours of a hard-fought competition like Survivor only for the final vote to pick the popular lazy douchebag over the clever, funny geek. (Maybe this is what other people feel when the Yankees beat the Red Sox?) But this time the geek won it, and he did it mostly by being a nice guy (and crafting a series of startlingly realistic fake imunity idols out of wood, beads and resin).
Day 6: Perhaps I am being premature in saying this, but...
From 'Xenocide': "[Humans] change what their stories mean. They transform things so that the same memory can mean a thousand different things. [...] I got even this story from Ender’s mind. It’s his. And he got the seed of it from somebody else, something he read, and combined it with things he thought of until it made sense to him. It’s all there in his head. While we are like you. We have a clear view of the world. I have no trouble finding my way through your mind. Everything orderly and sensible and clear. You’d be as much at ease in mine. What’s in your head is reality, more or less, as best you understand it. But in Ender’s mind, madness. Thousands of competing contradictory impossible visions that make no sense at all because they can’t all fit together but they do fit together, he makes them fit together, this way today, that way tomorrow, as they’re needed. As if he can make a new idea-machine inside his head for every new problem he faces. As if he conceives of a new universe to live in, every hour a new one, often hopelessly wrong and he ends up making mistakes and bad judgments, but sometimes so perfectly right that it opens new things up like a miracle and I look through his eyes and see the world his new way and it changes everything. Madness, and then illumination. We knew everything there was to know before we met these humans, before we built our connection with Ender’s mind. Now we discover that there are so many ways of knowing the same things that we’ll never find them all."
http://minerva.simons-rock.edu/~towk/thoughts/xenocide.html
What makes me happy? Madness, and then illumination. A new story, one I can live with this time.
Sorry, kids, can't be any less vague than that. ;)
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| Happiness meme |
[Dec. 15th, 2008|02:01 pm] |
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| | Parade (from Paprika) | ] |
I'm going to tag myself since, with good reason, nobody would have thought to tag me. :)
Day 1 (Friday): A glimmer of hope, heralding more to come.
Day 2: My estranged brother is coming early for Christmas! Maybe he wants to reconcile? Joy and trepidation both!
Day 3: Same as lyriendel's. I waited in the food court with a raspberry smoothie while she piled the table with robot toys. :) And then we had wonderful Peruvian food with Ryan Newton!
Day 4: A co-worker thinks a project I did (unappreciated thus far) is exactly what he needs, and wants to work with me to use it! |
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| Two for one |
[Sep. 9th, 2007|11:41 pm] |
A few nights ago:
M: What's up?
K: What's up?
(long pause)
Why you askin' what's up?
M: I think I meant to wish good things for you and the muscle of the company.
K: The muscle of the company?
M: Yeah. The guys who are smashing heads together to make ends meet.
That really says something about the economy right now, that smashing heads together just barely makes ends meet.
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Last night, I became very agitated about something near my bed I would only describe as "serpentine". KJ finally convinced me to turn on the lights (which I was strangely reluctant to do) to reveal that I was staring at... a pair of fuzzy socks.
By the way, if you don't have a pair of Acorn socks, you owe them to yourselves!
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| A One-Act Play |
[Sep. 4th, 2007|07:51 pm] |
Michael: Oh shit!
[sitting up suddenly]
KJ: What?
Michael: Can I turn on the lights?
KJ: Sure.
[Michael fiddles with switch. Bedroom illuminates]
Michael: Something just flew in here!
KJ: What did it look like?
[smirking]
Michael: It had red...
[makes hand motions like comet trails]
What was it?
KJ: Nothing. You're sleepwalking.
Michael: Oh! Oh.
[Curtain lowers, all bow] |
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| Romance! |
[Sep. 2nd, 2007|01:44 am] |
Last night, according to my beloved, I arose in my sleep with a deep and abiding affection for her.
"You're sooooooo cute! You're the best present I've ever received."
Awww, how romantic! Brownie points for Sleeping Michael.
But then: "Shall I unwrap you?"
*wince* She'll never let me live that down. |
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| Journal of sleepwalking incidents |
[Aug. 29th, 2007|01:20 pm] |
Apparently I sleepwalk almost every night. Most of the time I have only my wife's say-so as to what I did or said. Sometimes, though, even if neither of us remembers anything having happened, there will be some evidence that I was busy while I was asleep. For instance, I might wake up in the morning and find that my glasses have been carefully hidden. (That's been happening more often, and it is a pain in the ass.) To my sleeping self, there must have seemed some very compelling reason to push them deep under KJ's side of the bed.
It used to bother me to lose volition and do whacked-out shit, but now I view it as a source of good stories. Here I'll share the things I say and do every night, as related by my beloved. I'll chime in with my own recollections in the rare event I have any.
Last night, apropos of nothing: "We should set up a time-of-day airflow switchback so that we can still have airflow at different parts of the day." Word. |
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