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26aug2010
Ooooh, sorry about the week-long outage. The wizard spent last weekend at bar camp, learning all sorts of fun things about javascript and html5, so he wasn't able to get to the server till this weekend. —Usually it just needs to be rebooted to start working, but unfortunately it was having some issues with its ethernet cards, or something. And guess what? No server, no site. (Also, no email, which is even worse, from my point of view.)
At any rate, it's working now, with luck will continue to work, and so is my email. I'll keep checking my gmail account (rejiquar at blah-blah-blah) for the next few days—I generally only send stuff via gmail if rejiquar is down, given the privacy issues with gmail. I really wish google would get back to their company motto, a little less evil in the world would be a good thing.
26jul2010
Because I've had fictive writing on the brain lately (instead of Gathering and the beads I'm s'posed to making for it, a fairy tale in lieu of real posts:
So once upon a time in a land far, far away (about a two hours’ commute, in fact) there lived a hard-working
serf, umwarrior, ercode-monkeyuh, programmer. Who just to make things even more complicated was usually called the wizard. This being a fairy tale, our serf/(code)warrior/wizard, despite having to toil away in thedungeons, er, basement, had everything of the best—challenging tasks, doughty (not to mention pleasant) companions, and reasonable hours, including nights and weekends off. Really the situation was nearly all any code-warrior could ask, particularly in these troubled times. (Well, excepting perhaps the travel, but fortunately he had a nimble trusty steed that required very little in the way of forage, er, got good gas mileage & was reliable.)
20jul2010
I see I have once again lapsed into hiatus. So, so, so very lazy.
Was wandering about the intertubes, reading the always entertaining slactivist, came across this astonishing 19ca hero via Making Light, and before long had detoured off to the always fascinating (to me) fanfic post which has many good insights (perhaps my fave being fanfic as a more-palatable form of ‘full-contact’ literary criticism. ) Yes. Also, jes’ cos I'm petty that way, this lovely, lovely takedown of a classic anti-fanfic rant.
30jun2010
Hey, another hiatus, what fun.
To be perfectly honest, I've been lazing; now that Gift's gone back to Thailand, we've basically been slopping about, not making dinner or doing any but the most absolutely necessary of chores. —Went camping over the weekend, and since we had no exchange student with us, it wasn't freezing cold, the mosquitoes and black flies were only mildly annoying, and it only rained Sunday afternoon. We had a lovely spot on the water in a primitive campground, which basically meant we got to listen to a generator on Friday (folks! if you want showers and electricity, stay at the far-more-common improved campgrounds, and leave the rare rough stuff to those of us wishing to get away from that sort of racket. Thank goodness there was no cell phone coverage to speak of, or we would've been listening to all that as well—the locals’ powerboats, not to mention drunken midnite parties thereon, was plenty of noise, thankyouverymuch;)
15jun2010
With luck I'll be getting my beads back from B&B in a couple of days, and then I'll have some of those fun new animals. Today's beastie is a cinnabar lion, who's hanging out in this turquoise and silver necklace etsy
\artfire.
So, just to be a little less ranty than yesterday...I find it sort of interesting that on the same day I went to a bike fest, I happened to read about how Detroit is being revitalized in the local alternative paper—their lead article was Wheels of Change: Why the Motor City is becoming a cycling mecca. The bike lanes and what not is quite a shift from when we lived there; but to be sure the city is evidently in even more dire straits now.
14jun2010
Oooh, Monday morning. Time for a nice rant, to get the blood flowing, hmm?
In my efforts to avoid/procrastinate/escape the dreaded paperwork, I was noodling around on the web (on a beautiful Friday afternoon, so of course the bloggers were all out enjoying their weekend) and having discovered Pursuit of Harpyness (what a great name) meandered along their fab-looking blogroll, and thought, oh hey, haven't looked at bookslut for awhile, and via that stumbled over this post about atheism in which this guy claims that a) people don't like to admit they're atheists because we're all so "angry" and and have an "unpleasant tone" and b) that atheism is a religion. Hm, lots of feminists and POC could weigh in on the whole ‘angry tone’ thing, I'm sure. Minorities of all stripes seem to be prone to this. I wonder why that would be...?
