Happy birthday to liza31337, &c.
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quislibetI have been mostly reading and commenting in LiveJournal lately rather than posting my own entries for the betterment of humanity.
Which isn't really about to change now, I suppose.
Random nearly noteworthy things include:
- J. and I got ourselves a new iBook yesterday as a joint Christmas present to one another, so that once she returns to grad school we can both compute without either of us using something archaic and dying. Part of the package deal included a 5-gig iPod as well. As a side effect, we have suddenly leapt into the DVD age, albeit with a 12-inch screen. What that means to us is that we can now watch new releases for free, borrowed from the Salem Public Library, as their new AV purchases tend to be in that format, and circulate to fewer people. (For videos, there's a smattering of new releases and some older movies, and a wall o' PBS stuff. We have at least watched all of the Cadfael episodes now, I think.)
- J. and I had dinner with my old roommate G. last Saturday night; very pleasant even if the roof of the otherwise nice condo she lives in (as a renter from her roommate, the current owner) in J.P. is in alarming danger of falling; I wonder how it's dealing with snow? (A previous owner had cleverly removed a load-bearing wall on the top floor.) Alas, the original occasion for the dinner -- a visit from our mutual friend A. -- was foiled when A.'s car was "nudged" by a truck in Connecticut, making it undriveable (because she now lacked tail-lights). Fortunately she was herself fine.
- In fact an astonishing array of friends, family, and acquaintances have been afflicted by bad car-related mojo the last two weeks. So far nothing *too* horrible, but let's be careful out there.
- Mmm. Apple crisp.
- It took me 90 minutes to get a prescription filled on Monday, when I had expected the usual 20.
- I recommend William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, which I read in an uncorrected proof copy J. scored at a book trade show in September (the one we went to in Providence, if that rings a bell with regular readers, but in any case I'm too lazy to link it). Presumably some typos will have been fixed and, if all goes well, the awkwardly feel-good ending toned down when it's published for real in January. The description there at Amazon is slightly misleading, but I won't say why because the irrelevance of certain details isn't revealed until late. Props to Gibson, however, for realistic and neither maudlin nor ridiculous conspiracy-theory use of Sept. 11. -- Still, I shouldn't have had time to read the last 75 pages at the CVS Monday morning.
- My advisor has still not read my prospectus. It has been nearly a month. Granted, he has delusional elderly parents who have been sucking away his energy from afar, but as he is also my boss I know he has found the time to do other stuff. Sigh. Too bad he didn't have to wait at the CVS; he might have been able to get through it.
- With J.'s imminent return to grad school, poverty rears its ugly head for both of us. (Which is why we buy nice things *now*.) She brightened a bit when I pointed out that I should, even at this rate, finish my dissertation before she starts hers, so that maybe I can have a full-time job while she's writing. (That gives the job market about, uh, two years to improve. Make that grad school experience an even dozen.)
- The other day I received an unsolicited invitation from a young lady on an adult website to "eat [her] wet count."
- Turkey meat is so dismally dry. I suspect, however, that I will be called upon by J.'s family to create my leftover-based "Yankee Harvest Moussaka" (squash instead of eggplant or potato, shredded turkey instead of beef or lamb, corn bread crumbs on top of the bechamel) on Friday for the third year running.
- One might expect the Watchers Council to have, despite their "we're all being killed" crisis, to have noted the rain of fire in Los Angeles, as a possible clue if for no other reason. Again, separate networks challenge my suspension of disbelief even worse than White Wolf's "there's no such thing as crossover" policy.
Which isn't really about to change now, I suppose.
Random nearly noteworthy things include:
- J. and I got ourselves a new iBook yesterday as a joint Christmas present to one another, so that once she returns to grad school we can both compute without either of us using something archaic and dying. Part of the package deal included a 5-gig iPod as well. As a side effect, we have suddenly leapt into the DVD age, albeit with a 12-inch screen. What that means to us is that we can now watch new releases for free, borrowed from the Salem Public Library, as their new AV purchases tend to be in that format, and circulate to fewer people. (For videos, there's a smattering of new releases and some older movies, and a wall o' PBS stuff. We have at least watched all of the Cadfael episodes now, I think.)
- J. and I had dinner with my old roommate G. last Saturday night; very pleasant even if the roof of the otherwise nice condo she lives in (as a renter from her roommate, the current owner) in J.P. is in alarming danger of falling; I wonder how it's dealing with snow? (A previous owner had cleverly removed a load-bearing wall on the top floor.) Alas, the original occasion for the dinner -- a visit from our mutual friend A. -- was foiled when A.'s car was "nudged" by a truck in Connecticut, making it undriveable (because she now lacked tail-lights). Fortunately she was herself fine.
- In fact an astonishing array of friends, family, and acquaintances have been afflicted by bad car-related mojo the last two weeks. So far nothing *too* horrible, but let's be careful out there.
- Mmm. Apple crisp.
- It took me 90 minutes to get a prescription filled on Monday, when I had expected the usual 20.
- I recommend William Gibson's Pattern Recognition, which I read in an uncorrected proof copy J. scored at a book trade show in September (the one we went to in Providence, if that rings a bell with regular readers, but in any case I'm too lazy to link it). Presumably some typos will have been fixed and, if all goes well, the awkwardly feel-good ending toned down when it's published for real in January. The description there at Amazon is slightly misleading, but I won't say why because the irrelevance of certain details isn't revealed until late. Props to Gibson, however, for realistic and neither maudlin nor ridiculous conspiracy-theory use of Sept. 11. -- Still, I shouldn't have had time to read the last 75 pages at the CVS Monday morning.
- My advisor has still not read my prospectus. It has been nearly a month. Granted, he has delusional elderly parents who have been sucking away his energy from afar, but as he is also my boss I know he has found the time to do other stuff. Sigh. Too bad he didn't have to wait at the CVS; he might have been able to get through it.
- With J.'s imminent return to grad school, poverty rears its ugly head for both of us. (Which is why we buy nice things *now*.) She brightened a bit when I pointed out that I should, even at this rate, finish my dissertation before she starts hers, so that maybe I can have a full-time job while she's writing. (That gives the job market about, uh, two years to improve. Make that grad school experience an even dozen.)
- The other day I received an unsolicited invitation from a young lady on an adult website to "eat [her] wet count."
- Turkey meat is so dismally dry. I suspect, however, that I will be called upon by J.'s family to create my leftover-based "Yankee Harvest Moussaka" (squash instead of eggplant or potato, shredded turkey instead of beef or lamb, corn bread crumbs on top of the bechamel) on Friday for the third year running.
- One might expect the Watchers Council to have, despite their "we're all being killed" crisis, to have noted the rain of fire in Los Angeles, as a possible clue if for no other reason. Again, separate networks challenge my suspension of disbelief even worse than White Wolf's "there's no such thing as crossover" policy.
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Perhaps She Meant...
Date: 2002-11-27 10:18 am (UTC)Although I don't know why you'd eat him when he got wet.
Re: Perhaps She Meant...
Date: 2002-11-27 11:16 am (UTC)To steal his power through the unholy Amaranth. (*)
(*) My favorite grain.
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Date: 2002-11-27 11:52 am (UTC)The vampire at the end looked exactly like the Grrr, Argh monster.
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Date: 2002-11-27 12:51 pm (UTC)