John’s voice from Conflikt 2. I was crashed out and didn’t hear him play this. You have to register to hear it. Nancy Louise Freeman kindly gave permission to the filk archive to put up the mp3 of Careless (which, coincidentally, I now know well enough to play). Thanks to Harold Stein for forwarding the link in time for the memorial.
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biscotti and anguish
I am walking among a thicket of thorns, waking and sleeping. Or perhaps I am crawling. I have come up with a workable solution for a very hard problem, and I cannot implement it because of the law of unintended consequences. Continue reading biscotti and anguish
ah, mother love
Mama bird is no bird brain. In other news, I am awake. I spent half an hour communing with Miss Margot. Then I tried to do something on my taxes and got stymied on that. Then I realized that as much as I’d like to I am not going back to sleep so I have to find something useful and quiet to do.
Carrie is coming into town today.
A poem
Story of my life
Ruth cooked a fabulous meal which Jeff and I joined in at chez Planet Bachelor, I wrote some checks for the new place, got keys, and fell in love with the newly finished hardwood floors. I am SO looking forward to moving in.
Miss Margot continues her inexorable march into the annals of oddball kitty history. Earlier this week, according to Jeff, he heard her mewing. Normally she makes a noise which is less than ten decibels… really she is one of the quietest cats ever. But in this case, it was a full bore mew and she was obviously exercised about something. Jeff followed the noise into the living room where he discovered Miss Margot sitting in front of the television. She continued to mew, and kept alternating staring at the blank tv and mewing and eyeballing Jeff. He turned the TV on. Success! She watched for a while, and then got bored and walked away.
What kind of cat ASKS for the TV to be turned on? I know she likes hockey. Gosh she’s a bizarre one.
Wolframalpha.com
This computational search engine went on line earlier this week. May I suggest that you start with something from the solar system? I’ve just spent an enjoyable couple of minutes comparing orbits and radii of planets and moons in our solar system. And I learned a new word today, eristic. Useful!
Some days are better than others
Yesterday I fell victim to pathetic fallacy and had another bad day. It was raining pretty hard when I went to work, and I thought about John off and on all day. I feel like I can’t move, can’t function, can’t communicate effectively. A leaden feeling pervades everything. The smallest thing will upset me. Even the prospect of having Katie here for the evening (Planet Bachelor is full up as Ruth and the girls have arrived already and Dax’ place is a little cramped) didn’t cheer me up.
And I feel I should just be able to shake it off. This morning is a little better. A shower, a cup of coffee, a little self care. Jeff is being very kind. I have work to do.
excuse me while I varf sideways
The troughmaster general proves her worth
Tamara’s new video
My videographer just forwarded a recent video, which is brief and very nice.
I like this piece of writing because it’s very rude, without swearing, and it’s about people I didn’t like to begin with.
I should have worn better shoes when I went walking last night, but oh well, live and learn.
Time to haul more laundry and clean up the kitchen, which is a sty.
Today was…. so tired. can’t think.
Food and drink and saw Katie and went to church and goods and services auction and sang Tapioca Song with accompaniment by Tom and Peggy and sloppy joes for supper and Miss Margot seems to have recovered from the eye problem Jeff reported yesterday and went for a walk at Oakalla and saw a radio controlled Spitfire and heard coyotes yipping. Did some writing, practiced a song. Must swap laundry.
I thought I would go to bed early and I’m still up. craziness…
way cool nifty video
but the audio is, I warn you, painful to listen to.
Gentlemen are assembling the back deck and yelling at each other in Urdu, or maybe Panjabi.
so many layers of wrongness
Take your kid to work day goes really wrong.
On the other hand, brute force and ugliness DOES work for some applications. Just ask any guy who fixes aircraft.
You’ve gotta be shittin’ me. This is CANaDA? I just don’t remember Montreal being like this. Trigger happy anti immigrant cops, sure, but this is ridiculous. Okay, I’m definitely learning a cop brutality song. Pukka Orchestra’s Cherry Beach Express, here I come.
Honestly, officer, it fell from the sky
I got to Jericho Beach tonight (thank you Jeff more than I can say) and gave the news to Lynn and Michael.
The deck was beautiful, and the salmon burger succulent.
Catherine called, and how good to hear her voice.
Kopper has a laugh
Kopper went to TO recently for a whirlwind weekend with one of her daughters. Got together with Tammy for part of an evening, which makes me very happy, and shared this delicious bit of oops with me: Mayday was playing on the cabin entertainment. She also got to ride in a limo and stay in a very nice hotel… best Mother’s Day in years I imagine. I liked my geeky Mom’s day just fine.
I have finally gotten a proper night of sleep but I am still messed up from crying off and on for the last two days. My eyes feel gritty and my head feels like sensate bathroom tissue.