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Saturday, April 30, 2005
Search Request Weekly Here we are: the latest batch of weird, wacky and interesting search requests that have brought poor misguided souls to this blog. Friday, April 29, 2005
Wait a Minute! I'm Doing Work! Hmm. I appear to have suddenly passed the point in unpacking and setting things up in the house where I go from feeling all absorbed and driven to finish to the point where it becomes... tedious. Damn it. Still, I made a hell of a lot of progress while in that obsessive phase, so I guess I shouldn't complain. Thursday, April 28, 2005
Fifteen Minutes of Fame, Here I Come! So, I went up to Albuquerque today, ran some errands, did some shopping, got the oil changed on the car... and got my picture taken for the newspaper. An old college buddy of mine works for the Albuquerque Journal, see, and he happens to be writing an article on local bloggers. Now, why anybody would think yours truly or this blog were remotely newsworthy, I don't know, but he showed me bits of the article he'd written, and it did look pretty cool. I believe it'll appear on May 15th, if those of you in the area are curious about how it comes out. Does This Make Me Unhip?
More Moving Maunderings Random thought while unpacking and arranging my videotapes: Normal people don't need episode guides to set up house, do they? Also, it says something about my priorities than I've now unpacked the tapes, DVDs and several hundred books, but all my pots and pans are still in boxes. Though I'm sure that surprises no one who knows me. Thought to keep in mind for future reference: Prefab bookshelves that claim not to require tools to assemble are much more of a pain in the as to put together than the ones that tell you you'll need two screwdrivers and a hammer. Blatant advertisement: Anybody in my neck of the woods know somebody who wants to buy a used refrigerator? I got an extra one taking up space where I could be putting books. Wednesday, April 27, 2005
I've Never Been Called a "Soccer Mom" Before. And Probably Never Will Be Again.
And, While I'm Actually Making Fannish Posts... There are authentic Farscape costumes being auctioned off on ebay, including Crais's uniform, D'Argo's outfit, Aeryn's leathers, and other stuff. Anybody got $1,000 or so to spare? My birthday's in July. Ooooh, Shiny! The trailer for Serenity, the big-screen Firefly movie, is now available online, and, damn, but it looks pretty! Tuesday, April 26, 2005
A Moving Miscellany Just some random thoughts as I continue the settling-in process... And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and unpack books. Which I figure should take me about three weeks, since that's how long it took me to pack 'em. Monday, April 25, 2005
Homecoming Hello! Geez, I didn't mean to be offline that long... They moved my wireless antenna over to the new place on Friday. I got my furniture -- including my computer desk so I could set up my computer -- moved in on Sunday. I figured I'd be back online Sunday night, but it turns out they'd forgotten to give me the ID for the new access point, and the software refused to cooperate without it. Oops. And I don't have phone service hooked up at the new place yet -- the phone company isn't going to be out until Wednesday -- which means that I kept having to run back and forth to the old place to call my ISP and check my messages. Anyway. Things are in complete pandemonium at the moment. It's hard to walk through the house without tripping over scattered furniture and half-unpacked boxes, and I'm beginning to think the two weeks of vacation I still have coming aren't going to be nearly enough to make even a dent in the organizing and unpacking. Actually, not having net access for two days probably did a great deal to increase my productivity, but the withdrawal symptoms weren't exactly fun. Also, apparently spending three hours moving furniture leaves me feeling like I've been beaten up and left for dead in an alley. I think I'm going to have this house for the rest of my life, because I'm already getting too old for this moving shit. What else? Well, the cats were majorly freaked out, as you'd expect. Nova stayed in the cat carrier for several minutes after I brought him over, hissing and growling at the house, which was really rather cute, in a sad way. But they seem to be settling in OK now. I've got a ton of e-mail and stuff to answer, plus, y'know, the whole moving-in thing going on, so if any of you are expecting to hear from me on a more one-to-one basis, you may be expecting for a while. We'll see how often I'm in need of an internet break... Friday, April 22, 2005
Search Request Weeky, Pt. 2 See? I wasn't kidding about there being a lot of them! Thursday, April 21, 2005
Search Request Weekly Once again, I missed a week, and once again, the resulting batch of saved-up search requests is huge. Actually, it's so huge that I'm breaking it up. You get some now, and some later when I feel like it. Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Another Goofy Time-Wasting Meme OK, this provided a few moments of amusement, because playing around with machine translation is always fun. The rules: Take the lyrics to a well-known song. Feed them into Babelfish and translate them from English to German, German to French, then French back into English. Post the results and see how recognizable they are. Here's what I got: All my efforts seemed it yesterday look at now, as if they are here, to remain OH-, I believe inside yesterday until now far. I am not suddenly half to equip me used to be, gives a shade which hangs on me. OH -, came yesterday suddenly. Why I, why were to suit it you do not know that she would not say. I said false, now I a long time slightly for yesterday. The love was yesterday a such play simple to play. I require a place now to dissimulate me far. OH - that I believe inside yesterday. OK, no points for guessing that one. But, honestly, is not "I require a place now to dissimulate me far," like, the best translation ever? Monday, April 18, 2005
A Couple of Random Observations Random Observation #1: It's interesting the things you discover when you go through the stuff in your closets. Apparently I have bought a new roll of wrapping paper every Christmas since I've lived here, used about a third of it, and put the rest of the roll in the back of the closet, where I then proceeded to forget its existence and repeat the cycle all over again. I shouldn't need to buy Christmas paper again for a good long time, assuming I can remember all these rolls exist this time. Random Observation #2: Every time I install mini-blinds, I always seem to end up with more parts left over than I actually use. I have the vague feeling that this should bother me more than it does. But, hey, I figure if I barely know what a valance is, there's no reason I should need to install clips for one. Right? I Sometimes Think They Are the Devil's Familiars My cats are driving me crazy. Apparently they ran out of food during the night, and decided at 7 AM that they were hungry damn it, and I was bloody well going to get up and feed them. Happiness, being frighteningly intelligent given the miniscule size of her brain, has long since figured out that if she really wants me to get up, the key is to do something destructive that I absolutely cannot ignore. Usually, this involves my books, and, in the past, has occasionally included knocking books off a shelf and directly onto my sleeping head. Unfortunately, there are no books on shelves at the moment, as they've all been packed, so she went for the piles of unread books sitting on the floor. And apparently just knocking them over doesn't do it, because they have less far to fall and don't make as much noise, or something. So I woke up to the sounds of shredding paper. Aaargh! What's particularly disturbing is that she apparently deliberately chose a book from the middle of the pile to wreck. That ten-years out-of-date calorie-counting guide to fast food restaurants I bought for some reason a very long time ago and have been figuring I ought to just get rid of wasn't good enough, even if it was lying right there on the top. Instead she felt compelled to pull four or five books off the top and sink her claws into my nice hardback copy of Sting's Broken Music. I don't know what she has against Sting, but I now fear his words are as broken as his music, all jumbled up and held together with tape there in the middle of his life story. (Yes, that's right. She wasn't content to attack the title page, either, but opened up to the middle of the book. She's a fiend in feline form, I tell ya!) This isn't the first time she's done something like this, either, although it hasn't happened very often, thank goodness. But there does seem to be a weird pattern to the books she picks on. On two separate occasions, in two separate parts of the house, she's seen fit to savage Stephen R. Donaldson, which, OK, I can kind of understand, because his writing sometimes makes me want to do that, too. She's done the same thing with Douglas Hofstadter, though, and I can't imagine what her problem is with him, unless maybe she's a fanatical opponent of Strong AI or something. Anyway, so, I got up and fed the damned cats and tried to go back to sleep, only to hear the sounds of Nova bolting down catfood at a breakneck pace, followed inevitably by the sounds of Nova throwing the catfood back up because he ate it too fast. The idiot animal never learns. What really disturbs me is that it's now two hours later, and I still haven't found where he did it. I have the distinct feeling I'm in for a very nasty surprise as soon as I let my guard down. And then, a little while ago, he tried to eat some of the needles off of an artificial Christmas tree I have sitting out in an open box, destined to be donated to a friend for her yard sale if she wants it. He ended up getting a fake pine needle stuck to the roof of his mouth, and I had to pull it out by a comically protruding bit of green. Sheesh. Cats. Sunday, April 17, 2005
I Blame the Shelves This moving into a new house thing is expensive, and not just for the obvious reasons. No, it's the tiny little expenses that are the most insidious. Because they send me into stores where I can buy other things, things that I did not come in for. I just went into the damned Wal-Mart to buy shelf liner and spackle. And then I thought, hmm, it'd be really nice if I had some new music to listen to while I'm spackling and lining shelves. Next thing I know, there's three CDs in my cart. And then, somehow, I decided that what I desperately needed was a giant outdoor thermometer. With a humidity gauge. Because I know exactly where I can put it so I can look out my living room window and see what the weather's like outside without going out. And anything that keeps me from having to go outside for any reason is a good thing, I guess. And then... Then I remembered I still needed to buy a birthday present for my nephew. Kid says he wants Star Wars toys. Man, it is totally unfair for cute little kids to ask me for geek-toys in their cute-little-kid voices. It's like a double whammy. The kid's gonna get more Star Wars toys from me than any four-year old realistically needs, apparently. I just... sort of got caught up in the excitement of toy-buying. Which is kind of ironic, really, because I'm not remotely excited about the movie at all. Sigh. Good thing I went for a house with a low mortgage payment. In Which I Take Time Out from Moving to Go to the Movies So, I did go to see Sin City last night, and... wow. There are so many things about that movie that shouldn't have worked. For one thing, it plays up the noir cliches until it reaches the point where it's performing a tricky balancing act between straight storytelling and active self-parody. But, somehow, it deftly keeps its footing on that line the entire time. It's also filmed in a strange style: mostly black and white, but with strategic splashes of often very bright color. This ought to feel distracting, or pretentious, or like a blatant attempt to manipulate the viewer, but it's pulled off beautifully and the effect enhances the story no end. It's absolutely gorgeous to look at, too. I can't really comment on how faithful it is to the original story. I think I did read the graphic novel version at some point, actually, as some of the stuff in the movie rang a faint bell, and I have a vague memory of someone lending me the book. But it was clearly long enough ago that I've completely forgotten all of the details. I will say that the movie looks and feels exactly like it was lifted from the pages of a graphic novel, animated by some magic, and projected up on the screen. This, also, is something that shouldn't work and does. My one complaint is that it drags a little in the middle... The movie actually consists of several independent but interlocking stories, and it loses a great deal of momentum when one of them reaches its climax and the build-up to another replaces it. But that's a fairly minor complaint. It's definitely not for everybody, though. For one thing, it's really not for the faint of heart. There's some extremely disturbing violence, including rather a lot of sexual violence (although most of the latter is discussed rather than shown), and some very, very dark humor. There's also a lot of female nudity and near-nudity, if that sort of thing bothers you, though, I have to say, it's so beautifully and artistically filmed that, even as a heterosexual woman, I was enjoying looking at it. And naked women usually bore me. (There are, sadly, no naked men, but I don't think I'd want to see most of those guys with their clothes off anyway.) I haven't read much in the way of reviews of the movie yet, and I honestly have no idea what conventional audiences might make of it. I half-suspect most people are likely to be sitting there afterward with a stunned expression going, "What the hell was that?" But for people who enjoy that particular sort of dark, edgy comic, I can definitely recommend it. Of course, most of those people have probably already seen it, but, hey. Saturday, April 16, 2005
Moving Update (Because If I Have to Live Through It, You Have to Hear About It) Well, after two days of concentrated effort, the number of books I still have to move is now down into the triple digits. Yay! Actually, a fair percentage of my stuff is over at the new place now. So I'm doing pretty darned good. It's kind of freaking the cats out, though. Well, OK, they were freaked out by all the in-and-out and stuff disappearing, but then they kind of lost interest and went off to take a nap. Because, you know, they're cats. Me, I'm now twice as sore as I was when I got up this morning, and I'm thinking it's about time to knock off the heavy lifting and do a bit of Recuperative Lying Around the (Nearly Empty) House. I might even go see Sin City at the crappy local theater tonight, we'll see. Either way, I think I've earned some downtime. Relocation Program Yes, I have a house! Woo-hoo! But all my muscles are sore from hauling boxes all day yesterday. And now I have to do it again today. Sigh. So, yeah, thrilled about having the house. Not so thrilled about the actual moving process. Friday, April 15, 2005
Oh, Give Me a Home... So, I'm closing on my house in just over an hour. And I'm really nervous. Which is silly. This is just paperwork and handing over the money; all the real decisions have already been made. Still, I'll be tremendously glad when it's over and I have a house. I'm starting to feel weirdly homesick for a building I've only set foot in a handful of times. Thursday, April 14, 2005
iPod Ching OK, I've encountered this amusing "iPod Ching" meme around... And, I swear, I wasn't intending to apply it when I called up a random playlist just now, but it just works too well. So, here. Marvel at the powers of divination by song! Song One - The problem at hand: "Talk to You" by Anthony Stewart Head Sample lyric: And all I can do/Is wait until the next time/That I hear your sweet voice on the line Interpretation: I'm an antisocial hermit, and I don't call people on the phone nearly often enough. Song Two - Your feelings on same: "The Day Begins" by the Moody Blues Sample lyric: Night time, to some a brief interlude,/To others the fear of solitude. Interpretation: I'm a solitary night person. Song Three - The environment in which you operate: "Intergalactic Laxative" by Star One Sample lyric: wherever man has conquered on the quest for frontiers new/I'm glad he's always had to do the no. one and two/it makes it all so ordinary just like you and me/to know the greatest heroes they had to shit and pee! Interpretation: I'm walking around with my head in the stars all the time, but I still have to worry about the -- ahem -- practical shit. Song Four - Immediate action to be taken: "You Won't See Me" by the Beatles Sample lyric: I don’t know why/You should want to hide/But I can’t get through/My hands are tied Interpretation: I am destined become even more of a hermit, and never talk to anybody. Song Five - Likely outcome: "Your Horoscope" by Weird Al Yankovic Sample lyric: The stars predict tomorrow you'll wake up, do a bunch of stuff, and then go back to sleep Interpretation: I will realize that this fortune-telling stuff is complete bunk and laugh at it. Just Got Off the Phone With My Real Estate Agent... Well, by this time tomorrow, I will be a homeowner. Gulp. Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Mayan! All Mayan! The Mayas rose to their full splendor independently of the Old World civilizations. Like them, you're probably a bit obsessive. Don't worry, you'll make a good engineer. What is your ancient civilization? brought to you by Quizilla Alas, I fear I have very little talent for engineering. This Having a Physical Body Stuff Is Just Annoying, Pt. 2 Stupid body kept sending me those "I'm hungry! Feed me! Feed me a lot!" signals. So I finally gave into it last night, and I ate a lot of spaghetti. I mean, a lot of spaghetti. More spaghetti, it turns out than the stupid body could handle, no matter what it said. And I ended up going to bed early with a rather unpleasant case of indigestion. At least the going-to-bed-early thing is good, right, because it means I was actually able to get enough sleep? Sadly, no. I did a hell of a lot better yesterday, when I woke up after a wholly inadequate amount of sleep, but on my own, without an alarm. I've noticed this before, too. How well I do when I'm on the morning shift really does seem to depend less on how much actual sleep I've had and more on what point in my sleep cycle I'm in when I wake up. Even if I've had a full eight hours, if that alarm goes off when I'm deeply asleep, I wake up groggy, and it takes a long time to wear off. I'm seriously beginning to think about buying one of these things. Tuesday, April 12, 2005
The Punctuation Nazi Strikes! The printer in the room I work in is broken. Which is an annoyance, but not an insurmountable one; there's another one right out in the hall. What annoys me more than the broken printer is the note on it. It says, "Jam's due to broken gear." After staring at it for a week, I couldn't stand it any more. I just couldn't. So I gave in to my dark impulses, and I scribbled out the apostrophe. Suddenly, I feel much better. Monday, April 11, 2005
Somehow, This Result Kind of Appeals to Me. Take the Trickster Test at www.isleofdreams.net. This Having a Physical Body Stuff Is Just Annoying. I should know better by now than to try to make the transition onto morning shifts by going to bed before I'm really tired. I just end up tossing and turning all damn night and eventually looking at the clock and realizing it's 6 AM and I might was well get up. I'd be much better off going to bed at 2:00 and taking four or five hours of solid sleep, instead. In other news, after spending an entire week having no appetite whatsoever due to the Cold from Hell -- I kept realizing at 2 PM that I hadn't eaten all day when I'd notice my hands were shaking -- for the last three days I have been absolutely ravenous. I suppose that's a good sign, but so much for the hope that I'd at least get a few pounds of weight loss as some small compensation for the whole being sick thing. Saturday, April 09, 2005
And Nobody Sent Me a Card, Either. I just realized that I missed my Blogiversary yet again. Maximum Verbosity turned three on April 5th, difficult as I find that to believe. (I mean, what the hell have I found to blather on about for three years?) But this prompted me to do what I did last year when I realized I'd let the date go by without remark, and look back through the archives to see what fascinating things I was doing and blogging about on this date in history. Three years ago, I was telling gaming stories. (And, y'know, I haven't done any gaming in ages. I'm kind of missing it.) Two years ago, I was complaining about Blogger bugs. And one year ago, I was, well, doing all this stuff. Oh, yeah. It's a thrill-packed life I lead... Time for This Thing Again. Current clothes: Gray sweatpants, a black t-shirt from Sting's "Brand New Day" concert tour, white tube socks, black sneakers. Current mood: Not too bad. Current music: The soundtrack to Kill Bill, Vol. 2. Current annoyance: This damned Cold from Hell continues to linger. Current thing: I'm still obsessed with boxes. I was walking home today after going out for some food, and I found a bunch of boxes lying by the side of the road, where they'd apparently been blown by today's high winds. I have never in my life been that excited about roadside trash. Or been excited about roadside trash at all, really. Current desktop picture: This cool Battlestar Galactica wallpaper from Sci-Fi's official website. Current song in head: Nothing at the moment. There was something that kept running through my head earlier and driving me crazy, but I don't remember now what it was, and I'm trying not to, because if I think about it, it'll come back. Current book: Casualties of War by Steve Emmerson. It's a Doctor Who book. Hey, I gotta get my Who fix somehow. I've only read a couple of chapters so far, but it seems to be a lot better than the last few I've read. Current video in player: Nothing since the last Battlestar Galactica episode. And, man, I really missed having a new ep. yesterday. Current DVD in player: Disc 2 of Season 1 of Forever Knight. Current refreshment: Just finished some tea. Current worry: Oh, god, but I've got a lot of stuff to do, still, and I'm closing on the house in a week... Current thought: I need more tea. Labels: currently You Are Here The currently-in-beta Google maps feature is very cool, particularly the option to look at satellite images. Here's my town of Socorro, NM, from above, in case you've ever wanted to see where I live. And, oh, wow, here's the house I lived in in high school. Scary! Oh, Look, More Books to Pack. Just got back from a library book sale, where I was a very good girl and stayed within my monthly book-buying quota. Which resolution was, I think very much helped by the fact that I overslept and got there after everything had been pretty well picked over. As an added bonus, this also meant that by the time I left, they'd put everything on sale, and I walked out with six books for a whopping total of $1.75. You can't beat that with a stick! The haul this time: A Sudden Wild Magic by Diana Wynne Jones. Thinner and The Shining by Stephen King. (Thus holding up the tradition of buying at least one King book per library sale. No Koontz this time, though. Maybe I'm finally kicking the Koontz habit.) The Alienist by Caleb Carr (of which the guy who checked me out expressed approval). Blue Light by Walter Mosley. And Godbody by Theodore Sturgeon. A Little Religious Humor My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Gatling Gun of Desirable Mindfulness. Definitely read the article. It's hysterical, and makes me want to go and sign up immediately, even if I'm not actually a Unitarian. "We will appear in public places and require people to shake hands with each other!" Friday, April 08, 2005
Search Request Weekly I know we didn't have this last week, what with me being sick and all, so here's an extra-big batch to make up for it: Thursday, April 07, 2005
Books: They Aren't Just for Packing I've seen this around a few places now, and you know I can never resist a book meme. So: In Farenheit 451, volunteers memorise entire books, to preserve the text from burning: what text would you learn and save? I remember pondering this when I first read that book, and deciding on The Hobbit. That still seems like a pretty good choice to me. Have you ever had a crush on a character in a book? Erm... R. Daneel Olivaw, from Asimov's books. Yes, I have robot lust. It is my secret shame. The last book you bought is: I just ordered The Importance of Being Earnest. I needed something that cost about a dollar to bump my Amazon order up enough to qualify for the free shipping, and I've been meaning to read more Wilde. The last book you finished is: Narrative of the Life of Frederick Douglass. And, man, reading about real-life cruelty and oppression has the capacity to depress me in ways that fiction never can. What are you currently reading: The War of the Flowers by Tad Williams. A good read, if perhaps a little overlong. Five desert island books: God, I always hate this question. I can settle on a one-book collection of Lord of the Rings and the biggest single-volume encyclopedia I can find, but after that it gets impossible to pick. Who's There! Just heard from my Canadian contacts. Taping of Doctor Who is happening! And thus I breathe a great sigh of relief, followed by a little squeal of fangirlish excitement. It also happens that the DVDs of the show are going to be released in R2 format as early as June, which gives me another chance to watch the episodes, if necessary, since I do have a region-free player. But if I can just see them once, I'll be happy enough to wait for the extras-laden version, especially if there's a chance of it coming out in R1. Wednesday, April 06, 2005
An Unnatural Lust for Cardboard Moving does strange things to you. Like, I seem to be developing a disturbing fixation on boxes. I've taken to stopping random strangers: "Hey, you have a box! Is it empty? Are you gonna throw it away? Can I have it?" I scored a carload off a co-worker of mine, left over from the last time she moved, and a bunch more today from the produce guys at the local supermarket, but it's just not enough. I actually turned my car around earlier today because I thought I saw some empty boxes sitting out behind a liquor store. (They weren't. They had bottles in them, probably for recycling. Damn it.) So, yeah, I've been packing. And packing. And packing. I've actually got most of the books boxed up now, after several weeks of intermittent effort. I've just got one more shelf of non-fiction, and the reference books. Well, and the To-Read Pile, which is about another 400 or 500 books, but I'm trying not to think about that. Yep, You Know You Have Too Many Books When you've got 500 left to pack and you're thinking "Yippee! I'm almost done!" Aargh. Remind me again why I wanted to move? Tuesday, April 05, 2005
It's Time for Some More Random Links! Because, hey, it's easier than actual content: The Annotated Pratchett: Interesting information for Discworld fans. Clocky: The alarm clock that runs away from you! How to Destroy the Earth: Come on, don't tell me you've never thought about it. Jack Chick tract gets the MST3K treatment: Especially funny for the gamers in the audience. Monday, April 04, 2005
I'm Back. Sort of. Still not feeling anything like 100%, but I've decided that I'm Feeling Better, damn it, whatever my body thinks, and I refuse to behave otherwise. So, I'm up and around and at work. Yippee. In other news, I just got a call from my insurance agent. The company she set up my homeowner's insurance with just took a look at the house, and apparently they aren't happy, because it needs to be painted. Well, I knew it needed to be painted, but it didn't exactly seem urgent, and I figured it was something I could have done in maybe a year or two, when I happened to have the money. She didn't ask me whether the house needed to be painted, just whether the plumbing and electrical systems were in OK shape (which they are). I'm really hoping this isn't going to cause me problems, because a) I've already paid these people, and b) the other insurance company she found for me that would insure me despite the lack of central heating wanted, like, $200 a year more, which is just ridiculous. And I'm starting to run low on cash, damn it, once I've set aside the estimated amount I'll need at closing. *mutter, grumble* Hmm. My mother says she likes to paint. I wonder if she's up to painting the whole house, instead of just the kitchen... Saturday, April 02, 2005
Waaaaah! Oh, god, this is the worst cold I've ever had in my life, and it just keeps getting worse. I feel as if my head is about to explode from the sinus pressure. Somebody shoot me and put me out of my misery, please. Damn it, I do not have time to be sick. Friday, April 01, 2005
Foolin' Around A couple of April Fool's Day links: First, there's The Top 10 Worst April Fool's Day Hoaxes Ever, some of which are pretty painful to read. Then, there's a brilliantly funny editorial from this month's Scientific American. |
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