Jun. 13th, 2008 01:52 am
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It is not okay to throw cigarettes out your car window -- but when your car is an adorable little Prius with an alternative fuel plate, that makes it infinitely worse.  At least if you're driving a Hummer and decide to toss something out the window, you're staying true to your roots.  
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Wow, Robby The Robot's been in everything.  For some reason, that makes me really happy.  Just saw him in a Twilight Zone episode, apparently one of three.  They absolutely got their money's worth out of that costume.  


May. 19th, 2008 09:06 pm
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Wow, everything has fanboys.  Of course, this one's only going to make much sense if you're Canadian, and in that case, you'll probably be pretty awestruck.  Just to explain, The Littlest Hobo was a show about a dog who . . . .I don't really remember, I think he wandered around and was generally helpful, but I never intentionally watched the show.  It just always seemed to be on before something that you actually wanted to watch, so you'd sit there and wait through the credits, and find out that what you'd thought would be on had actually been pre-empted by The Raccoons or something. 

Still, think about it for a minute.  Someone apparently loved a forgettable show so much that he re-recorded the theme song, after translating it, and devoted a whole web page to it.  The good news is that a quick search brought up very few slash fiction references, though there's one possibility here.  The good or bad news, depending on how you look at it, is that the linked video shows that the dog was apparently armed.  Well, that certainly could have made the show a whole lot more interesting. 
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Uh oh. DB's decided he needs to see the second and third Lord Of The Rings movies. Not that a big deal, if he hadn't gotten curious about geography, and wondered if there were maps. Of course there are maps. It's fucking Tolkien. Anything he ever did had maps, its own language, and pronunciation guides. Translation guides, even. So now he can ask where Mordor is in relation to something else, and if the order of battle makes sense. I've spent too long online to think of much besides the slash fiction, which isn't really helping any. Then again, I guess all of the elements were already perfectly in place.

Very much unrelated, but I finally decided I'd done enough research, and ordered some cloth diapers. I ended up going for 24 regular size prefolds (these are non-waterproofed, multilayered sheets of cotton, to be pinned in place on the kid) and three small covers, which handle the waterproofing. Also, two clippy things that substitute for pins. Compared to a medium size of the cheapest disposable diapers I could find, without washing taken into account, a cloth diaper costs 20 times as much as a disposable one. Most research I did said a newborn went through about 12 diapers in a day, fewer later on, so that's not bad. If I keep on with this, we will need more covers later on, but those don't have to be too expensive. I figure I can also get more prefolds if I'd like. Besides cost, these things aren't scented (disposable ones typically are strongly scented), and while they can get dirty, you can't run out of them. DB's worried about the smell, but all diapers receive the same contents from the kid.
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This is the generation that's now clogging up our roads, having medical crises all over the place, and bitching about our fast food and teenagers. Fucking snowbirds.


Jan. 30th, 2008 01:39 am
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This one's a bit creepy . . .

Why does every single book John Irving's ever written involve gonorrhea?  Maybe I missed the one that didn't, but it seems like an awfully strange thread to draw novels together with.  I notice it's not one of the recurring themes listed here, oddly enough.  The sexual abuse in his latest novel is also equal only to the kind usually found in Canadian novels.  I hadn't noticed that theme, until a high school English teacher made the mistake of having us all review recent Canadian works, and ended up hearing about everything from incest to cows.  My book actually had both. 

This thought originally came from talking about photographic images that very closely resemble each other, even though they're otherwise unrelated.  The examples that stand out for me are the post-Oklahoma City bombing image of a firefighter with a dying child, which was very similar to a picture of a young American soldier holding a Vietnamese child who didn't survive.  I suspect that a search would probably show a lot of pictures on that theme.  Slightly more obscure, but the photograph of Rachel Whitear, a British girl who died from a heroin overdose, and which was used to discourage drug use, was very similar to an earlier one of a woman who'd died after an illegal abortion.  The more recent images wouldn't be hard to find, and the earlier ones could be sourced, but I'm not going to link.  Too sad and horrible. 

Are there any less upsetting parallel images?
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This music is heartbreaking.  Very strange, technically impressive, and quite tragic.  One of the neatest early eighties performers was also one of the first known AIDS deaths.  Just added him to the CD order I want to place.  Other than that, it's late Pulp and early Blur, and I decided against Danielle Dax, because it wasn't the album I wanted, and I shouldn't spend so much at once. 

I have too many tabs open, and it sort of suits the music list I have.  A bit too odd, and unrelated.  I need to copy songs from my iPod to computer, and figure out the best software to use for it.  I'm very afraid of actually removing files from the iPod, with the luck I've been having.  So that's a couple dozen links there.  Plus music reviews, and Woot, for the Roomba DB's friend wants, which isn't tonight's offering.  And probably some ghost stories, too.  Too much crap. 

Last night was devoted to updating Shaft's microchip, so our address is now right, he's now listed as male, and he's not called 'Uli Uli'.  We also shredded a bunch of old papers, and I bundled up about a million cables of various types, and tossed a few.  For having one VOIP phone, and no wireless in the past several years, we had a ton of phone cables.  Lots of weird radio accessories and stereo cables, too.  The former computer room is now looking much better, though we need to put the doors back on the closet.  The huge computer desk has been tucked in there for now.  At some point, we need to go to Ikea for bookshelves, and get the crib from DB's boss.  Not that it's much use at the moment. 

I wish my attention span was better right now.  It's making getting anything accomplished remarkably difficult.
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After a number of reseatings and recovery attempts, Compaq is now running its main hard drive.  It tried loading the secondary one, which has an ancient Win 98 installation, and then the CD drive, which has Puppy Linux.  Finally fixed the jumpers, and it got into XP, with files missing, of course, and all sorts of software I don't want.  MSCONFIG'd, uninstalled a bunch of things, and got it online.  It's now saying the secondary drive isn't formatted, but I refused to touch it.  Will look into that tomorrow, and see what if I can retrieve any files from the iPod, or if BB has any of the CD's I gave him.  Video drivers are wrong, so I need to re-check the card model, and find that software.  So, lots of work left.

The one bright, totally unrelated spot, is that a site I'd thought had died a few years ago is apparently alive and well, and has been updated.  Am listening to Australians right now.  This explains why I occasionally get a Japanese version of Sweet Transvestite when said iPod's on shuffle. 
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We watched the final part of a documentary about video games tonight, and it sort of sucked.  It's disappointing that something that would do enough to research the history of ancient games and proto-internet would basically end by suggesting that the world might eventually become totally digital, and asking if games were dangerous.  The answer was no, of course.  Has anything pro-game/computer ever suggested that either might be harmful, at any level beyond RSI?  Boring.  Then again, the conclusions seemed totally false, too.  Of course there will be life beyond computers, because you can't fuck your flat panel, and I don't think USB toasters exist yet.  Of course video games can be addictive, because people with that personality type have always existed.  I'd rather just hear about old hardware and new technology. 

DB's wandering around with rifles, watching Cold War-era movies.  It seems a bit too appropriate, though he only brought them out because he couldn't figure out how to put the lanyard on.  Somehow, he got a scope on the damn thing, but can't figure out a buckle.  Daft. Mine's had the strap attached for decades, so we took it out to look at, but it's a different type.  Very Boys' Life.  I feel like I should be carrying it around to shoot squirrels that I'll cook over a coffee can stove, near the lean-to shelter I made.  Actually, that sounds fun, except for the squirrel part.  If I could find Morningstar squirrels, I'd be in. 

Seeing the doctor tomorrow.  I guess we'll get to find out if there are multiple heartbeats or anything scary like that.  Ten weeks down, and that's next to nothing. 
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I need to update proper soon, but until then, Ook, there are some mags at Start Sampling with potential for you.  You need to sign up, but it's reputable enough.  I'll let you guess the ones.  
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This is from a booklet we got at an apple orchard in Tehachapi, California, which is known for its apples, and a rather elaborate loop of tracks used to slow trains coming down the hill.  It uses a lot of apples, makes enough cake for gifts, and freezes well.  Measurements are American, unfortunately, 

2 Cups white sugar
1 Cup chopped nuts.  I like pecans, but walnuts would work too.
2 Cups all purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 teaspoons cinnamon
1 teaspoon salt
3/4 Cup oil
2 eggs
5 Cups diced apples (peeled and cored)

Sift/mix dry ingredients together.  Add to remaining ingredients.  Pour into four greased, floured 3 1/2" by 5 1/2" foil pans.  Bake at 350 for one hour

1 Cup icing sugar
2 Teaspoons milk
1 teaspoon vanilla

This was actually edited to add more detail!  The pans are quite small, but the cake's heavy and moist, so it wouldn't cook in a bigger container.  It doesn't rise much, and looks sort of rustic, so I don't tend to ice it.  I imagine muffin tins might work too.  B had a big slice yesterday, and has been suggesting since then that I bring more to work. 
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Prior to a couple of hours ago, I did not know that Wikipedia had list of sex positions.  Better still is finding it through looking up a reasonably innocent song.  I just love how it's all written up in as plain a manner as possible.  I didn't know that the shocker featured in The Story Of O.  I sort of hope that comes up in Trivial Pursuit at some time or another. 
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For some reason, I only do these things when
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 posts them.  Like he did, uh, awhile ago here.  So, ten songs I like that begin with  . . . F?  How many songs begin with F?

I'll try . . .

1. Phantom Blue - Fairies Wear Boots - because I like Ozzy, but I like them more, 
2. Mazzy Star - Fade Into You - Sexy dreampop.  Like.
3. Leonard Cohen - Famous Blue Raincoat - One of his best.
4. Rob Crow - Fake Skin - It's a son about letting glue dry on your hands.  Seriously.
5. The Beach Boys - Feel Flows - Still awesome even after Brian lost it.
6. Morrissey - First Of The Gang To Die -  It's about LA.  That's kind of weird.
7. Iron Maiden - Fear Of The Dark - It's Iron Maiden, and that's all I need to justify it.
8. Ian & Sylvia - Four Strong Winds - Because it's been around forever.
9. The Barenaked Ladies - Falling For The First Time - Nice chorus.
10. Liz Phair - Fuck And Run - Or Fuck Tha Police if you'd rather.  My iPod's all about the dirty ones.

"comment and I'll give you a letter. In your journal,
list 10 of your favourite songs that begin with that letter."
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We have lizards! I opened the front door a few minutes ago to see if my book had arrived (it hasn't), and startled two rather large, dark ones. They ran off into one shrub, and then into another, when Shaft decided to escape. Fortunately for them, he didn't notice anything, and was content just to roll around on the pathway. Another reason to keep indoor cats, I guess.
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In this 100+ weather, we eat Pocky in blocks. Viking brought some Men's Pocky his mother had sent him to work a couple of nights ago, to try to finish it before it melted, and gave me a box to take home. I failed at accomplishing his task, so I just took a clump of about seven sticks out of the envelope, and ate them very carefully. Still tastes good that way, just requires more skill.

Am playing with eMusic . . .Emusic? I don't know if anyone's still doing the lowercase i or e in front of a word thing anymore, except Apple. Got the Langley Schools Music Project CD, The Wipeouters, lots of Pulp, and some Peaches and Princess Superstar. I'm eccentric and filthy. Let me know if you want any. I used this link, and a one-time credit card, in case it's hard to cancel. It also linked to this, being some live solo Jarvis stuff, which I haven't yet listened to, but will. Not sure whether to put his stuff in the general MP3 folder, or with the porn.

And last wee paragraph. [livejournal.com profile] dungeoneer, why did you add me? Was it a drive-by friending? Was it the username? If the latter, you'd be the third person who's done that. I do fall under nerdy, but I'd be in the subset that gets excited over Devo, DOS, and occasionally, cat macros. No WoW, anything-fics, or fantasy. I may prove a disappointment.
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I finally gave into the oddness that is Woot, and ordered, uh, a robotic vacuum cleaner. And I like it. It charges around and bumps into my feet with the force of a small animal, and it actually seems to get some cleaning done, too. The living room looks reasonably clean, and the laundry room and kitchen actually look pretty good. Oddly enough, the cats don't seem to mind it, though Leah did follow it around the first time I used it, looking a bit concerned. Much more successful than my experiment with the automatic catbox that Shaft hated.

I fixed one of DB's coworker's computer setups on Thursday. I'd been told that something was quite wrong with the wired part of her internet a week or so ago, and was asked if I could come by and look at it. As it turns out, despite the neatly stacked components, and nicely bundled cables, the one that should have gone from the computer to the router wasn't there. I think it's the only time I've seen a problem that simple. Usually, when something goes very wrong it's because there was a minor problem, and someone tried to fix it badly. I cleaned up the computer a bit, discovered that it had a 40 GB D drive/partition (apparently, they thought they just had the 16 GB C drive), showed their kids the Viking Kittens, and that seemed to be all they needed. Apparently, Homestar Runner weirds quite a few people out, but I've never met anyone who didn't like the kittens.
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So this is what I had? I'm guessing my mother's probably pitched it out, and mine was never so pretty, but I never realised it was so old. It was damn sturdy for something found in an antique shop. I think this is what I want now. That IS the cheapest I can find, sadly enough.

I got free shipping! I should bloody well hope so. That, with a Daniel Pinkwater book, came to $166, which I figure is the cost of easy to make cupcakes and cookies, which are often the cost of my happiness. Not that I'm much of an overeater, but baking makes me happy, as do cute sugary things, as does having little gifty things for others. In the end, I think it all works out.
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This is where I'm going today. I'm not embedding it, it's too dizzying.

When I was a bit younger, I used to assume that time brought wisdom. Now I realise that time brings the ability to bluff one's self.
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This is from Firthy, as explained here. I'll do it to you too if you'd like.

The first one's just an Amiga startup screen. You need to insert a disk, and then the good stuff'll happen. It's sort of like computer foreplay, and, yes, it's there because of the username.

This one's . . .umm, Morrissey's butt. The original picture was much larger, and showed him in his young, not-quite-heterosexual glory. I love The Smiths, but I also like how this one cropped down to almost unrecognizableness. That's not a very good word.

The third one is a honey badger. They're small, solitary, and can kick your ass. I mean, these guys eat scorpions and horribly venomous snakes, and don't seem to mind. I have a thing about small animals with bad attitudes.

Interests: alisha chinai, optiganally yours, richard brautigan

Alisha Chinnai is a Hindi pop singer. She's very sweet voiced, and during the period in the nineties when Cornershop brought a wee bit of attention to Indian artists, I decided I quite liked her.

Optiganally Yours is a little band from San Diego. Pea Hix, who made some really odd music in Physics, and Rob Crow, who's been in a bunch of groups, and sings about nothing important, play songs they've written for a Mattel instrument. Optigan.com is still active, for more on that. The Optigan itself is pretty strange, and the music's simple, and sweet, and about things like buying donuts marked down after midnight, and not liking sports. MP3it.com has some of their stuff, and their record label is also really friendly.

Richard Brautigan was a writer and poet who wrote some beautiful, sad books in the 60's and 70's. He wrote poems about gentle technology and making dinner, and books about living in a library, going to Tijuana for an abortion, and then coming home and listening to Rubber Soul. That last one would be one book. It all sounds terribly flaky, but it's the atmosphere the books had that was so good. Try these if you're curious. Sadly enough, his writings got much darker with time, and the guy was so reclusive that when he offed himself in the early 80's, he wasn't found for a month. Banana Yoshimoto's books have a similar feeling to them.
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Poor dude reminds me of some cats I've known. So mauled, and yet so grudgingly tolerant.


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