He thanked me for his Christmas present, and his papa's present, but he didn't say whether his mom had gotten hers. I hope she did.
And, did you know? he's got ice skates. That kid is awesome.
Today's earrings: dragonflies, other dragonflies
Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
Name that epic
Previously in Space Chantey, the war ended. Captain Roadstrum, along with the captains and crews of five Hornets, decide to make a brief stop on Lotophage before starting home for World. [creepy music] They stay rather longer than intended. [/creepy music] Only two Hornets lift off - the rest of the crews could not be roused from their stupor.
The neglected Hornets must set down for repairs. The only rock within range is Lamos of the Laestrygonians. The Laestrygonians might be a species of Groll's Trolls... but much larger. The Laestrygonians feast them well, then insist upon a battle to the death, interrupted only by a good lunch. Night falls as Roadstrum and Bjorn the head troll, the last survivors of the terrible fight, kill each other in a rousing duel. Valkyries carry the bodies of the warriors from the field. In the morning, the dead awaken, and sit down for another excellent feast.
Roadstrum and his men return to their Hornets to find that repairs had been effected by a young Laestrygonian during the previous day's battle. Roadstrum invites the repairman to travel with them, and off they go - but not until the Laestrygonians remove the World-men's tongues.
Tonight's episode: The Hornets enter a field of asteroids that bear a striking resemblance to golden cattle of the sun.
Today's earrings: pigs, green teardrops
Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty
The neglected Hornets must set down for repairs. The only rock within range is Lamos of the Laestrygonians. The Laestrygonians might be a species of Groll's Trolls... but much larger. The Laestrygonians feast them well, then insist upon a battle to the death, interrupted only by a good lunch. Night falls as Roadstrum and Bjorn the head troll, the last survivors of the terrible fight, kill each other in a rousing duel. Valkyries carry the bodies of the warriors from the field. In the morning, the dead awaken, and sit down for another excellent feast.
Roadstrum and his men return to their Hornets to find that repairs had been effected by a young Laestrygonian during the previous day's battle. Roadstrum invites the repairman to travel with them, and off they go - but not until the Laestrygonians remove the World-men's tongues.
Tonight's episode: The Hornets enter a field of asteroids that bear a striking resemblance to golden cattle of the sun.
Today's earrings: pigs, green teardrops
Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
A bit cloudy here
Still trying to process the llama = gun thing. And the spitting.
Ooh, Cricket, if it's story ideas the kid wants, you could point him toward Lang's varicolored compendia. Lots of stories.
Today's earrings: monkeys, rocks
Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty
Ooh, Cricket, if it's story ideas the kid wants, you could point him toward Lang's varicolored compendia. Lots of stories.
Today's earrings: monkeys, rocks
Bedtime reading: Space Chantey, R.A. Lafferty
Monday, January 28, 2008
I was wrapping up at work
...and just about had a seizure when I realized Newbie was standing next to my desk, watching me. I pulled off the headphones, and she said she was sorry for startling me, but she was sure I'd been listening to some nation's budget speech and making diligent notes and hadn't wanted to interrupt. But she did need to ask about a column header.
Ever had someone describe you to you, and in doing so, they reveal that their conception of you has fuck-all to do with the you you know?
I told her the name of the column header. I told her the sounds in my headphones were Blondie, singing "One Way Or Another;" the notes I was making were on where to pick up tomorrow morning so I could finish cleaning up the mess I made on Saturday. I printed out a copy of my handy-dandy column header cheat sheet for her. Then I left.
I'm still not sure whether she's beaming it in from a parallel dimension, or if it's all a massive put-on.
Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
Ever had someone describe you to you, and in doing so, they reveal that their conception of you has fuck-all to do with the you you know?
I told her the name of the column header. I told her the sounds in my headphones were Blondie, singing "One Way Or Another;" the notes I was making were on where to pick up tomorrow morning so I could finish cleaning up the mess I made on Saturday. I printed out a copy of my handy-dandy column header cheat sheet for her. Then I left.
I'm still not sure whether she's beaming it in from a parallel dimension, or if it's all a massive put-on.
Today's earrings: bees, typewriter keys
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
Friday, January 25, 2008
What do llamas mean?
Seriously. What is the modern symbolism of the llama? I went looking around the web, and as best I can gather, they're supposed to symbolize stolidity and material well-being, much like cows do in bovifocal societies. But... llamas are cute and frivolously fluffy. I'm having trouble with the junction.
What do llamas mean to you, dear reader?
Today's earrings: llamas, lizards
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
What do llamas mean to you, dear reader?
Today's earrings: llamas, lizards
Bedtime reading: Silence Observed, Michael Innes
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Bliss
Imaginary objects are subject to the Intellectual Property Rights agreements, a subject of which I (happily) know little.
Today's earrings: flies, amber
Bedtime reading: Devil-May-Care, Elizabeth Peters
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