More to the point, I have a whole bunch of plants (including two boxwoods and a bayberry, which inspired a number of Monty Python moments over the course of the afternoon) now in residence at the new house instead of at the old house. The aforementioned shrubs, two regular peonies and a Japanese tree peony, one lonely purple coneflower (I'm not sure why none of the rest came up this year), a huge hosta (which will divide into four or five when it's replanted), four roses, including the killer carnivorous rose (which looks very naked all cut back), and about a dozen sedum.
Oh, and maples. We found four fairly substantial maple seedlings which appear to be seedlings from my big front maple tree. I don't feel particularly bad about the fact that this house is going to get bulldozed when I move, but I'm sad about the trees... especially the big silver maple, which has kind of been my special grounding tree ever since I moved in. So I have four baby maples to nurture and find spots for at the new house.
So now I have to finish packing and get moved to the new house, so I can start working on all the beds and find permanent homes for the transplants. In the meantime, at least they're in really good soil and all in the same area so they'll be easy to keep watered. :-) (Which reminds me... I need to water the baby maples, which are out front in a pot rather than up at the new place.)
- Mood:
tired
Though most folks will likely remember Disch for his poetry and significant contributions to the field of science fiction (particularly the "New Wave" of the 1960s), I will always remember his cheerful creation -- the Brave Little Toaster. The sad truth is that I have watched that movie far more times than Aaron ever did and long after I could pretend he was interested.
Why? I dunno. Because something in the struggle of the Brave Little Toaster to find his lost master against all odds and against all sense just appeals to the squishy sentimentalist in me. It grieves me that someone who could create such a hopeful character could take his own life.
sic transit gloria mundae
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I did get one thing accomplished. I finally got around to installing the ceiling fan I bought last October. I got it to replace a much older fan I'd installed in the back room. The old fan worked, but it buzzed loudly. The new one wasn't ideal. For one thing, it was all white. The old one was polished brass. Alas, the fittings weren't interchangeable. So I bought a can of bright gold spray paint and made the thing look like brass. Sort of. It's not as shiny as the polished brass (attempts to polish just removed the paint — I should've primed it, I suppose), but it looks way better than white on a white ceiling. Sadly, it is not whisper quiet. Or if it is, "whisper quiet" should not use as a reference the volume of a "whisper" uttered by rude people at a movie theatre. There's a hum. Not happy about that. Also, it makes me realize exactly how much smaller the back room is compared the the bedroom in my old apartment. That house had 9' ceilings, and the room was 14' x 12'. The back room is 11' x 10' with a 93" ceiling. The low ceiling is the main thing. I feel like Charlie and Grandfather at the top of the fizzy-lifting silo with the fan about to chop me into hamburger.
The other weird thing about this fan is that it has a custom sized socket for the light bulb. It's about half the diameter of a standard bulb socket, but bigger than a Christmas light socket. Another specialty bulb to keep track of. I'm guessing they don't make compact fluorescents in that size, either.
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( Mad Money... )
At some point, I'm going to have to finish the taxes.
But not this weekend. It was Independence Day. :)
( Photos inside... )
Unfortunately, while things seem to be looking up for Tom Smith, Tom Disch has given up the struggle of life. As
- Location:downstairs
http://www.webmd.com/diet/evaluate-late
Today I feel a bit better, I think because work has been hopping non-stop since I got here. I did 21 scrips in the first hour. GAH! Some Sundays I don't do that much in my whole shift. But that means a lot of walking around stretching and reaching, so things have loosened up. I have the next two days off, thankfully. I think. I have physio tomorrow morning AND Tuesday afternoon, because those are my only free weekdays, so I might just be heading for extra helpings of agony sauce instead of relief. Oh well. I am going to deliver some medication to a housebound lady on my way home tonight, to teach me humbleness in case I get to complaining too hard about how my freedom of movement isn't as perfect as I desire.
Computer joy!!! Hardy Heron is installed, AND I finally got the eee script to run to make it usable (networking of all varieties died when the install finished,) AND Joe fixed my tragical apt-get configuration error so I can get updates again. 269 updates downloading when I left for work this morning. Oops. Things seems to be a little faster and a little less buggy. Except for the things which are slower and more buggy. Heh. I have larned all manner of useful linux tidbits in the course of this way too lengthy process. So at least it wasn't tedious, just frustrating.
I love watching Joe play tech support since I switched to ubuntu on all my machines. Windows problems that I couldn't resolve on my own made him sigh loudly. Linux problems that I can't resolve on my own make him say "Fascinating!" So it's something of a relationship intervention.
I just registered my account. I was glad to be able to do so, but when I chose the label or caption for my custom picture, I got an error message, approximately "Please enter text in approved form." There was no further information about the approved form or about what was wrong with the label I had entered.
I clicked the question-mark on the page, and the description said something like "at least 6 characters using letters and numbers". My text was about 15 characters long and it had letters and numbers, so it satisfied the requirements as stated. I entered it again, but got the same message.
My text also included spaces and an apostrophe. I took out the word that had the apostrophe, but not the spaces, and your system accepted the new caption.
I strongly urge that you make your explanation say what you mean. If you want ONLY letters, numbers, then say so -- not "include letters and numbers". But since you allow spaces, say "Use only letters, numbers, and spaces."
- Music:Fenci's Blues: "Seni Herden Anıyorum". (Yes, I do like this CD; why do you ask?)
Northworld - David Drake
The Twelve Kingdoms Vol 2 - Sea Of Wind - Fuyumi Ono
Little Brother - Cory Doctorow
GHR
- Mood:
sad
BEIRUT (Reuters) - At "Buns and Guns" you can order a "Kalashnikov" sandwich from a bullet-shaped menu, prepared by chefs in military fatigues with the roar of explosions as background music.[click on headline for story]
This new fast food restaurant in Beirut's southern suburbs, where the Hezbollah movement holds sway, was the brainchild of co-owner Ali Hammoud. He said the war theme was a novel concept that had nothing to do with Lebanon's bloody recent history.
- Location:downstairs
- Music:Fenci's Blues: "Rachel's Bulgar"
Our Internet access through our ISP has been down all day. (I'm using WirelessPhiladelphia right now, at half the speed but it's up.)
Hey, guys, there's just a little problem with that!
Morons.
- Music:Howard's Sirbisch, on "Fenci's Blues"
* Woken up.
* Made some new icons.
* Watched the season finale of Doctor Who.
* Inked a panel and a half of the next 'With Friends Like These...' strip.
* Called Deborah to rant, at length, about the season finale of Doctor Who.
* Dumped laundry on the bed.
* Taken the mouthwash away from the cat.
* Wished desperately for a digital camera.
* Put in a load of laundry.
* Taken out two bags of trash.
* Processed three files of edits for An Artificial Night.
* Finished a chapter of Late Eclipses of the Sun.
* Updated my planner.
* Finished inking the next 'With Friends Like These...' strip.
* Done some cleanup and colors on my May Calendar Ghoul.
* Taken a walk.
* Discussed Wiki options with Chris.
* Uploaded the next 'With Friends Like These...' strip.
Things I am planning to do today:
* Put away all that laundry.
So it's a busy Sunday, and I'd best get to it. Have fun, y'all!
- Mood:
chipper - Music:Rob Zombie, 'Sinners Inc.'
This has all the earmarks of a bunch of Murdochian suits smelling a chance to cash in on a pre-existing, established and popular "brand." Like most such remakes, it has those three little words studio marketing types just love to hear: "pre-sold audience." I may end up seeing it just to see how badly they've frakked it up, but only for that reason. In the meantime, go rent a copy of the original (assuming you haven't seen it already, which I know if you're on my friends list is extremely unlikely) and see why this was a remake that was clearly necessary only in the demented minds of Fox greedheads.
"If you stop going to bad movies, they'll stop making bad movies! If the movie used to be a TV show, just don't go. After Roman numeral II, give it a rest. If it's a remake of a classic, rent the classic!... If the movie stinks, just...don't...go!" —Jay Sherman (voice of Jon Lovitz), in The Critic
- Mood:
annoyed - Music:"Science Fiction Double Feature," from The Rocky Horror Picture Show
- 1/2 level spell
- Physical component: Shaking a container of dry cat food to produce a loud noise.
- Verbal component: Pss-pss-pss! or Here, kitty, kitty! or other possibilities. It really doesn't matter and usually isn't even necessary.
- Material component: Some chow will be consumed by the summoned cat. Failure to provide for this may result in the spell's failure next time and/or injury to the caster this time (saving throw at -3, or 1-3hp damage)
- Effect: The house cat will come running at top speed toward the caster, who had better be ready to provide the material component (see above).
Anyway - I found this website/blog/book
http://www.pastaqueen.com/halfofme/inde
Looks really worth checking out. Anyone read her book "Half Assed"? (gotta love the title!) ;-)
I'm in the "prep" mode of trying to turn things around in a big way but I'm determined to do it slowly and for the long term this time.
Oy.
Not easy is it?
Hope all of you are doing well and happy and healthy!
No idea when the Wolfling's party broke up last night; we old fogeys went to bed around 11:30 or so, if I remember correctly. I got up 7ish -- so much for needing only 5 hours' sleep. We got in some good cuddle, though.
Since the sewing room, which would normally serve as a guest room, is currently full of sewing and assorted other clutter, we finally made use of the curtains we bought back in February; these partition off part of the living room (the part that used to be the master bedroom, in fact) to give guests sleeping on the couch a little privacy. The couch has two foam cushions that fit together on the floor to make a king-sized bed.
I need to watch out for parties: I put on a couple of pounds, even with my clever substitution of lettuce-leaf wraps for hamburger buns. The slices of baguette with either olive oil or cheese, not to mention the birthday cake, probably made up for it.
- Location:Grand Central Starport (office)
- Mood:tired
... to my lovely and talented Older Daughter
chaoswolf!!!!!
Hope it's a great one, and may your year be filled with joy.
- Location:Grand Central Starport (office)
- Mood:indescribable
- Music:the Birthday Dirge
Now if I could just figure out how to afford two German trips a year...
Ada and Lauren, if you're reading this, don't forget, MASSFILC, next Saturday, my place. I'd really like to see you again.
Along the way, I discovered a secret passage in a condo complex where I've lived for several years. Near its highest point, there's a fire road which connects to a complex of back roads not far from
Hugo voting closes tomorrow (July 7). Your ballot (electronic or hard copy) must be received in Seattle no later than midnight PDT on July 7. You must be a Denvention member to vote and you must have your PIN to vote online.
From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2007-01-17:
"Facile se ipsum excusat, quem non pudet; facile consolatur alium, qui non dolet." -- Francesco Petrarch (1304-1374)
["It is easy to defend yourself when you feel no shame, and easy to console others when you feel no grief."]
(submitted to the mailing list by Terry Labach)
I got to watch the end of the Cubs / Cardinals game where the Cards dropped three runs on Kerry Wood in the ninth inning, aided -- no doubt! -- by the Fox announcers who awarded the Player of the Game to Aramis Ramirez with two outs in the bottom of the ninth, Ramirez having hit the homer that gave the Cubs the lead shortly before. Moments later, Rick Ankiel singled up the middle driving in the tying and winning runs to go with his homer earlier in the day, so I'm thinking that maybe Ankiel ended up deserving that particular honor. I'm also thinking that he preferred the victory. :)
After dinner, we called up Bob and Anne Passovoy and took advantage of the lovely evening to drive down there and present them with their Filk Hall of Fame plaque and citation. We'd meant to do this the previous weekend, but had completely spaced that they'd be at Anthrocon working on the security contract there. They were delighted to get it and we then spent a pleasant time chatting before heading home.
Low impact days can be a very good thing.
John and I went hiking at Hilton Falls Conservation Area on Friday on the way to visit my parents in Hamilton. It was beautiful day- not too hot, not too cold- and the Halton Parks, of which Hilton Falls is one, are among our favorite walking spots.
( Escarpment scenery. )
OK, wtf did I do to my left knee? Grumble.
Apart from that, it's been a pretty quiet day, spent entirely at home except for an hour's walk around the Rose Garden at 12:30.
The
chaoswolf has been having a quiet barbecue/potluck party
to celebrate her birthday (a day early); I got stuck doing the barbecuing,
of course. Not too bad;
chipuni came out to keep me company,
and we had a good conversation, if a little short. Made some of Colleen's
infamous onion-and-blue-cheese burgers; yummy, but they tend to make a
mess all over whatever you're cooking on. Somebody will have to
clean the grill.
What time I haven't spent cooking or walking has been spent puttering around the website; steve.savitzky.net/Songs/ is now basically complete, with all the links fixed. (I'll need to do a little more work before I add any more songs; there's no code to add new song directories at present.) But at least it's functional, and the links on the lyrics pages are right. Other parts of the site are mostly functional.
Publishing is still messed up; basically nobody but me can maintain it at the moment. That's ok for now, but there are other sites in the same tree that will need to have other people working on them.
- Location:Grand Central Starport (LR)
- Music:conversation
http://www.buynlarge.com/NewsCenter.htm
the crazy cajun point out the web site for the corp. of wall e
and the science link gives us the pill i want xanadou give you the euphoria of shopping
check it out.
( Cut for the sake of the list-phobic )
Note to self: Remember to go to bed at a decent hour. Set the clock. Don't ignore it when it goes off.
- Mood:
satisfied


