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METAPOST: My weird brain

I really have posted very little of substance here recently. I know the reason for this, but I’m a little unsure sometimes why that reasons exists.

If you looked at my surroundings, you’d be hard pressed to describe me as super-organized. My work areas tend to accumulate clutter until I cannot stand it, leading to a massive and exhausting cleaning ritual. I’m good at remembering important things, like what kind of chocolate my sweeties have said they like, but very bad at remembering things like “what you said five minutes ago”. Once I get really focused on something, whether it’s a work project or a computer game or a conversation, I’m get locked in, but assent that, my attention tends to wander to whatever is most shiny at that moment.

One way I *am* very peculiar about organization is this journal. If I know I want to talk about something I did, and I don’t get around to it, it will block other things from getting posted as well. I find it very hard to just post about last weekend when I still have an entry to write about the weekend before last. Right now, here’s what’s been happening, as of the beginning of February:

1. Unifinshed report on D’Zenove and my trip to England.
3. joyeuse13‘s Mardi Gras party.
4. Our trip to California, including

a) flight out with danea and spending the night at cahdla‘s house
b) Driving up to Grass Valley to visit kitanzi‘s father and stepmom, and our trip to the Sutter’s Mill site.
c) Consonance

5. hejira2006‘s visit, including our first ever trip to the Georgia Aquarium.
6. bedlamhouse and ladyat‘s St Patrick’s Day gig.
7. Gaming night at spambrian and eponasr‘s house
8. Ben Wakeman’s show at Eddie’s Attic
9. Our trip over to Athens to visit vila_resthal‘s to see his stepdaughter M. who was visiting from NM.

Plus I still owe people both questions and answers in the interview meme.

I’m sure there was other stuff I would have talked about in there too, like exchanging CDs with serenejournal, my impressions of finally playing CivIV, and starting to look for a new place to live. But I’m not going to get around to any of that unless I finish number 1. And the longer I wait, the harder it is to catch up until I finally throw my hands up in the air and hit the rest button.

I’m not actually going to do that just yet. This is just a bit of naval-gazing.

Your daily dose of surrealism

aiela pointed me at this video, thus demonstrating one of the many reasons I love her:

Six Freakiest Children’s TV Rock Bands

If you’ve ever wondered why people around my age were less likely to do drugs than people who grew in the sixties, I have a fairly simple theory. We had stuff like this to watch on Saturday morning, thus rendering the notion of hallucinogenic drugs largely redundant.

I mean, once you’ve tripped on Sid and Marty Krofft, LSD really has nothing to offer you. And that’s not even getting INTO the cartoon show where the Harlem Globetrotters were superheroes.

World Poetry Day

thatcrazycajun reminds us that today is World Poetry Day, and invites us to post a favourite poem in honour of the event.

This made me think about Dave Alway, whose memorial gathering I was unfortunately unable to attend a couple of weekends ago, which in turn brought to mind this wonderful poem by John M. Ford, which was recently referenced on a newsgroup I read.

So here’s a poem on World Poetry Day, in honour and memory of Dave.

Against Entropy
by John M. Ford

The worm drives helically through the wood
And does not know the dust left in the bore
Once made the table integral and good;
And suddenly the crystal hits the floor.
Electrons find their paths in subtle ways,
A massless eddy in a trail of smoke;
The names of lovers, light of other days—
Perhaps you will not miss them. That’s the joke.
The universe winds down. That’s how it’s made.
But memory is everything to lose;
Although some of the colors have to fade,
Do not believe you’ll get the chance to choose.
Regret, by definition, comes too late;
Say what you mean. Bear witness. Iterate.

SONG: The Dumb Ones Don’t Live Long

So earlier today in her journal, cadhla made a statement to the effect of how she even doesn’t pretend to be a dumb blonde, as it doesn’t fit her self-image, and besides which, she said, “The dumb ones die fast.”

And, that got me to thinking. This usually indicates danger.

The Dumb Ones Don’t Live Long
by Rob Wynne
TTTO: “Only The Good Die Young” by Billy Joel

Well, hey there, Blondie, don’t make me search
You think you can run faster than I can lurch
Or that you’ll be safe if you hide in a church
I hate to tell you that you’re wrong

Well, they showed you a house and they said stay away
But you couldn’t wait past the end of the day
Now your brains are the center dish on my buffet
You will not outlive this song
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long

You might have heard I died and was buried and gone
But I’ve come back and I’m here until dawn
When you see my hand coming up through the lawn
It might be best if you ran along

So come on, now Blondie, leave me a trail
Your attempts to escape are predestined to fail
Sooner or later, I’m bound to prevail
And your flesh will make me strong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long

You had a nice white dress that you shed for no apparent reason
Then you came down the stairs
Mmmmm, In your underwear
Oh, but Blondie you’re a morsel who has just come into season
Your night will just get worse
Once I stop to eat your boyfriend first
Whoa-oh-oh

You might think that the dead would just stay in the ground
But I’ve never been one for just lying around
And you can’t hide long before you are found
You shouldn’t go where you don’t belong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long

Oh, your mama said fast living only leaves you in a poor condition
This isn’t what she meant
But now you’re cornered and your luck is spent
Whoa-oh-oh

Come out come out come out, Blondie don’t make me search
You think you run much faster than I can lurch
Or that you are safe if you hide in a church
I hate to tell you that you’re wrong
You know the dumb ones, they don’t live long

Geek pride!

A few days ago, the syndicated comic strip Candorville ran this strip:

The strip prompted the following discussion on rec.arts.comics.strips:

aemeijers wrote:
>
> “Antonio E. Gonzalez” wrote in message
> news:00p1v2l4gsofm0stovvats4abbliehk6qb@4ax.com…
>> So . . .the goatee and eyepatch make that “Evil Lemont”?:
>
>
> The Goatee is from a ST TOS episode, but I don’t remember an eyepatch being
> involved.

I replied, almost jokingly:

Possibly the eyepatch is a reference to the 1970 Dr. Who episode “Inferno”?
Or am I overthinking this?

This morning, the artist who writes and draws Candorville, Darrin Bell, replied:

You’re definitely not overthinking this. I’m amazed that anyone caught that.

I have no words for how chuffed I feel right now. 🙂 *does a geeky little dance*

QOTD

“The moral of this story, of course, is that you’re not going to hear the world’s greatest rock ‘n’ roll band by listening to records and downloading mp3s in your room. You have to get out and get caught up in the spirit, yell and scream, dance if you feel like it, and walk out at the end with a thousand volts of power coursing through your body.

They’re playing tonight. You’re probably not going to be there, but they’re out there somewhere. Go find them.”
–Ed Ward, “The Greatest Rock Band in the World”, Paste Magazine (Feb 07)

Morning amusement

I read a lot of online comics. Some I read because they’re impossibly funny, and some I read out of cultural inertia.

One that falls into the latter category is “The Wizard of Id”. Today however, I got a good laugh out of it, not because the core joke was that funny, but because I couldn’t help reading it in a poly context:



The Wizard of Id by Johnny Hart and Brant Parker

Polyamory puts a whole new spin on this one, doesn’t it? 🙂

Music You Can’t Live Without

For the benefit of the 40% or so of my friends list who don’t know about this

My dear friend cadhla, who is indeed one of the coolest things in the word either on or off of toast, is wrapping up the recording of her first studio album, Stars Fall Home.

I have already heard several rough mixes from this album. The word “breathtaking” If you like literate, musically challenging, story-oriented music with passion and depth, you want a copy of this album. (If you’re thinking “But, I don’t really like filk music, don’t worry. Seanan’s music is quite accessible to anyone. If you’re not sure, e-mail me privately, and I’ll provide you with a sample or two.)

Lucky for you, you can still pre-order it for a limited time.

Order early. Order often. Operators are standing by.

Bah

Today, I am teh cranky.

Had to get up at 3am this morning, ostensibly to do a mysql upgrade on our mail system, but things didn’t go smoothly, and now I’m at work, tired, and irritable.

So, cheer me up? Tell me what’s wonderful and brilliant in your life?

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