Archive for March, 2008
Scary: As a result of having a couple of dreams about a guy that I knew in school (and after), I posted a ‘Hey, where are you?’ note on craigslist. It’s scary because what if he _isn’t_ married and _hasn’t_ reproduced and actually wants to like, date me or something? Freaky. So, who knows. We’ll just have to wait and see.
Funny: Speaking of dating, a cute Oddish girl shows an interest in Vinnie. Aw!
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Some little PCA fic-chunks over at Fun With Fiction.
I want to write the Master/Caleb bit that I’ve been promising forever, but who knows.
So I was whining about Sleven11 being sold out of the spiffy Portal buttons, earlier. After showing my mom the buttons, I decided to see what else the guy was selling… And in addition to having sets of the Sinnoh Badges, Dr. Mario and Viruses, and pins that look like Pokeballs, he has a set of thirty Portal buttons! Woohoo!
Alas, I have spent my Frivolous Money on Easter candy and drawing supplies, so I will have to wait. Bah.
Just wanted to say that one cool feature of Live Writer is that it’ll do the hard part of coding tables for you, so’s you can use them in posts. Wow.
But I can’t play with them now. If I stay up any later, I will go back to having a royally fucked-up sleep schedule and I really can’t do that any more. Unless I get a job that will accomodate it.
Cool.
Now I think I’ll reinflate my bed and go to sleep.
Since my brother and I both have new computers, I downloaded Windows Live Messenger and it asked me if I wanted to download anything else. I said, okay, yeah, I’d give Windows Live Writer a shot…
The first thing WLW wants to know is if you have a blog or need one set up. Since I already had one, I clicked the appropriate radio buttons and was soon asked for the base URL for my blog, a username and password.
So I gave it the info and clicked ‘next’. Live Writer quickly checked out my web page, determined that I use WordPress, logged into the admin side of things, and in about twenty seconds had presented me with the interface in which I am currently typing this post. It was kind of creepy, actually.
It’s not bad, at least as far as I can tell. It’s about the only remote-blogging software I think I’ve used with WP, not counting my ridiculous fight with Postie and cron-jobs, guh.
I might use WLW to do drafts, in order to keep my dashboard uncluttered… But who knows. The interface will take a little getting used to — I just looked all over for the ‘Publish’ button, which is in the upper-left (North-West) corner. I was looking for it at the bottom of the window, because that’s pretty much where everyone else puts it… Oh, Microsoft, you mavericks you!
In other news, I think I’ll be getting a new mattress tomorrow evening, because I’m heartily sick of my bed going flat.
Aperture Science Buttons — buttons featuring the warning, cake, and other Aperture Science glyphs. They’re SOLD OUT. DAMMIT.
Last weekend, my family and I went to the Empty Bowl Benefit. The EBB is a fundraiser for Bean’s Cafe, a local outfit that serves three meals a day, every day, to about 600 people in the Anchorage area; they’re always in need of funds and friends. (During the benefit, one of the people in the upper echelons said that they’d remodeled their kitchen recently, which was a good thing… Their old kitchen was twenty-five years old and falling apart.)
The benefit works like this: all year long, local potters of varying ages, skills, and fame make bowls. Tickets are sold to the public, who show up on the appointed day. You stand in line for a while (depending on how early you get to the venue), and then when the doors open, you go in. Bowls are out on tables, and there are volunteers (and sometimes the potters themselves) available to show you the bowl or bowls you’re interested in. When you find the bowl you want, you trade your ticket for it. Then you can go home, or go eat some delicious soup and cornbread while listening to Anchor Steam play (as they have for every EBB I’ve been to).
While I was standing in line before the doors open, reading A Civil Campaign for the leventy-third time, I happened to glance up and see a woman coming toward me through the crowd. She looked kind of familiar, so I kept looking at her… And I realized that she was someone I’d gone to school with. She looked good, and pretty much exactly the same as she had in high school. About the only thing that had changed was that she was wearing glasses and she had three children in tow, each of whom had pleasant, solidly Biblical names. We didn’t really have much of a chance to talk, but we did say hello and how are you.
The encounter was just another in a string — Mme Jean sent me an email about 6 weeks ago saying that she was engaged; a couple of kids that I’d known from ECA got married a couple of years ago and just had a son; a different girl I went to school with sent me an email out of the blue talking about her Navy husband and their three kids.
The last one was particularly strange to me, not because I thought that Ann would never get married or anything, but because if you asked me to list the people that I considered my friends from ninth and tenth grades? She wouldn’t be on the list. Actually, there would really only be two or three people on that list.
Hearing about these things also serves to highlight the fact that despite my outward appearance, I really am quite different from my peers. These people all grew up, got jobs, got married, and spawned; me? Not so much. Most of the time I could not care less, but I do occasionally wonder what’s wrong with me.