| Rules of Insomnia #4 |
[Apr. 2nd, 2011|06:20 am] |
You know when your subconscious kicks up The Edible Underwear Spider that chances for further sleep have flown far, far away.
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| I will be annoying for days. |
[Mar. 20th, 2011|12:50 pm] |
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I just got an e-mail that a question I sent "Cecil Adams" has been moved from the "dozens of questions he's asked every week" list to the "four or five he might consider" list. There's no guarantees, and Cecil has been known to take "weeks, months, even years" if it's a tricky one, but I have hopes that "the world's smartest human" will look it over, decide he likes it, and be able to get confirmation for his instant and intuitive answer without having to tear his hair out in the process. At which point I will be insufferable for weeks. |
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| Tonight's feature... |
[Feb. 24th, 2011|04:46 am] |
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Working in an auto sales/repair facility. Upset woman shows up with male companion. Were on safari when associate kidnapped by unicorn she was riding. Job is affiliated with company that offers tracking and recovery service so I try to help. Customer generally hostile and will not give her cell number in case she's grabbed while we try to get trace on associate. Call to Africa necessary and connection is poor and keeps dropping so I go to back rooms to try in a quieter location. Many pointless distractions, then co-worker comes back and tells me there's no point in continuing because they just ran angry woman's credit card and it's no good. Trying to figure out how to handle angry woman when I realize I'm in a dream and say "I don't have to do this. Screw it!" and end the dream.
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| Sometimes your subconscious is more upset than you realized. |
[Feb. 23rd, 2011|02:41 am] |
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I just had a dream (not a nightmare, really, but rapidly developing into a mess when I woke up) about being in a Rififi/Mission Impossible style caper to steal back my moped from the bastard/bastards that stole it from me last year... |
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| It's my LJ, I can do what I like. Today, I like to say good things about nice people. |
[Jan. 13th, 2011|12:24 pm] |
It strikes me that while I've known them for years I've never put anything down here about ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=92.1) philfoglio or kajafoglio, which is a screaming shame, especially with their new book Agatha H. and the Airship City now available, so I will rectify this at once.
Phil (to let age come before beauty, and boy am I going to get a scowl over that) is at first glance a big Northern Italian boy--at first I thought he was Swiss--with an attitude toward his fellow beings that's right between a stereotypical Texan ("You take care of the lunch bill, I'll take care of the Cadillacs") and W.C. Fields at his most expansive ("Is this a game of chance?" "Not the way I play it, no."), with a wicked sense of comic timing. If he's in a relaxed situation, or if something interests him as unusual this attitude slips and you get a related but different Phil: still friendly but inquisitive and highly focused, willing to spend the time and effort to get whatever information you can give him. (I suspect any publisher that goes into contract negotiations with him expecting an easygoing mark they can con will get the shock of their lives. As it is, he's a very good poker player.) His library is the second best private collection I've ever been in (Edd still takes first place), and is obviously well-used. He's not easy to surprise, but I managed it once with the gift of a book he'd been unable to find for years and it was like seeing a kid finding the best Christmas gift EVER under the tree. Having once seen him justly annoyed at a dastard who'd come up in conversation, I'd never want to truly piss him off: I suspect he's smarter than I am and if he's like my relatives there's no way he'll ever quit if he's in the right.
Kaja comes across as lean and elegant until something strikes her as silly, at which point she'll either laugh like hell or point out how foolish it is. She is probably the person I know that most worries about being polite, which is why the Kitten of Assistance is named Kaja: whenever I visited and their cat Bruce jumped on the furniture she'd order him off and then turn and apologize because the cat had the same name, they'd named him before they met me, and... I finally told her that I'd make her a deal--I'd name my next cat Kaja and she'd quit apologizing. That ended the problem. Her name means Jackdaw, and when when an idea or object draws her attention it's impossible to forget this: shining eyes accompanied by poking at her subject from all sides--is it shiny, what shape is it, does it make a noise, if you turn it over and press it here and there what does it do? She's an extremely gifted artist, but instead of churning out lots and lots of work (so I could acquire one of her pieces someday) she's busy running the Airship Entertainment publishing empire, which makes me bitch and moan and grind my teeth when she's not present. In physical appearance she's closer in appearance to Dixie than Professor Foglio--I don't know what past event Phil was thinking of when he put the nose that high in the air for the Professorial portrait.
They have two Experiments, who I'll only mention briefly because some folks don't like details about their kids. Experiment 1 has clearly inherited both his parent's good looks and their intelligence: he reminds me of what I was like at that age, but with a better temper and stronger impulse control. (At which my surviving relatives can all chime in "He could hardly have less...") I expect he'll be a major heartthrob when he hits high school, Experiment 2 is a bright and pretty little girl and will, I expect, turn out similarly: if she has an athletic bent I expect her to end up as a point guard or a member of Women's Crew at the UW based on her parent's phenotypes. |
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| Ever feel like you're driving the clown car? |
[Dec. 30th, 2010|11:01 am] |
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Just got through a morning of fun phone stuff. My fine tuning depends on a series of treatments being completed first, which was delayed by surgery for an abscess. I had been told that my treatment two weeks ago was the final one for the series: turns out there was another scheduled for today that we didn't know about. Meanwhile, the surgeons office called to verify my pre-admission on Monday, followed by surgery Tuesday. Margaret got the doctor handling the treatments on the line to ask if we should come in today for treatment since surgery was being scheduled for Tuesday and he was shocked: normally they tell the surgeons when the process is finished so the surgery can be done four weeks later, so what must have happened is that the surgeons have been sticking to the original schedule from months ago without checking for updates. So: I go in and meet with the surgeon tomorrow and probably will be rescheduled for the middle of the month. We think. Perhaps. Maybe. (Basically, somebody's rolling dice down here, and we're waiting to see how many spots are on the side I'm strapped to.) |
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| A brief service interruption... |
[Dec. 29th, 2010|09:30 am] |
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I'm going to be going back into the hospital on the 4th for a bit of fine tuning, ideally for a week at most. Since the hospital is sort of pissy about having a laptop in the room because it could be stolen and since I don't have an easily hideable iPad (Santa missed a bet here), I'll be limited to the Nexus One I was given when I was laid off. This means I'll be able to follow posts, but can't really reply beyond a line or so using the onscreen keyboard, so y'all try to be boring for a week or so after the 4th, O.K.? Thanks! |
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| Notes from the hospital. |
[Oct. 28th, 2010|02:37 am] |
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Busby Berkeley musicals are profoundly creepy. I think TCM schedules them late at night to get ready for Halloween. |
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| My moped was stolen today. |
[Jul. 9th, 2010|09:51 pm] |
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Not only can't I afford to get a replacement, I couldn't afford to get it fixed in the first place. I'm going to bed: maybe things will look better tomorrow. |
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| A SF/Fantasy clothing question. |
[Jul. 2nd, 2010|04:14 pm] |
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Are there any uniforms in SF/Fantasy as dorky as those in Space Battleship Yamato/Starblazers? (I'm provisionally excluding the Dirty Pair uniforms for now because I've seen an explanation somewhere (one of the books?) that the monatomic transparent bullet/zapgun proof shielding that covers the whole rig didn't work over a lot of cloth.) Because I've seen several trailers for the live action movie that's coming out, and the large arrows that were only odd in the animated series now scream "Shoot me here!" when a real person is wearing them. (And the Hello Kitty necklace versions with blue or red arrows on Kitty's little uniform just creep me out something fierce.) I'll concede that Kirby did something stranger at some point or other, but I sure can't find it... |
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