Just in case I neglected to mention…

Jeff is a genius.  He re-edited (for personal consumption, ONLY) the film Memento so that it was in chronological order.  I liked the movie the first time, even though it weirded me out, but the real outcome of the edit is that it proved what an amazing film it was to begin with.  And Jeff handled a lot of very interesting technical problems, mostly to do with audio sync, in the process, and I have to say I am impressed as hell.

Back to the krankenhaus

Ziva is running on 5 cylinders, so she’s off to the shop for a compression check and diagnostics.  It is my desire to see her actually functioning for the road trip, but if I have to leave her behind too bad… I’m still in Victoria this weekend.

Mike and Jeff may or may not go see some music tonight.  Me, I’m going to be in collapsing mode, preparatory to packing etc.

Jericho etc.

Ballyhooley was amazing, as always; opening on the open stage was Hearing Voices, a wonderful all female folk quartet (with yet another cajon in tow, see one and then you start seeing them everywhere).  Paul played for the very firstest time at Jericho.  The ride in was memorable for Paul opining darkly on every little noise and clunk out of the car.  My parade was somewhat dampened, but what the hey.  I sang the Housewife’s Lament and backup for Willie’s Diamond Joe.

Ack.  So do not want to take car in, but it IS running on five cylinders.

Strange morning

I woke up with an invention in my head. I don’t think it’s patentable, but I could build a prototype in about 15 minutes if I had the materials, and I’m trying to work out the final proportions to see if it would be useful to more people than just me.  This is my second invention.  The first was a zero gravity bed which would um, meet the safety and utility and mass requirements of such an object.  Needless to say, when they start making porn in space, I’m expecting to get a path beaten to my door.

Sad news from the filk community; a woman expecting twins lost her little girl, after a truncated pregnancy.  I wish to hug my children even tighter.

Katie has an appointment, fingers crossed.

Keith introduced his new female friend to Paul last night, and Paul was giddy on the phone with it.  Big thumbs up.  This is comforting to me; Paul in many ways is a shrewder judge of character than I.

Orphan sloth sanctuary. Prepare for pancreatic implosion. Thanks Patricia!

And what’s this about bishops not reporting to the Vatican?  uh…..