I am very proud of myself for getting up at 6am and going to work out even though it was raining and muggy and bugs were nomming on me. Go me! I am win!

Last night I racked up 5000 honor in battlefields. Only 7000 to go for my Gladiator's War Staff.

Also, jathomas called me a CrunchyTaco. That sounds dirty, but it's also ridiculous-amounts-of-WIN!

• 16:52 I washed myself with medicated soap this morning. Smelled like sulfur all day. More brimstone than rotten egg, thankfully. #

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http://fraser.typepad.com/frolix_8/2008/05/which-pkd-sto-9.html

Dr. Futurity - "We want them to be able to release a drug and kill the tumor without damaging adjacent tissue."

Our Friends From Frolix 8 - "Taser is demoing all kinds of gear this week -- from shock-inducing shotgun rounds to "area denial" zappers that can fry groups of people at once."

Now Wait For Last Year - "He is optimistic that robot parts will become more modular, so it will be easier to build them, and more importantly, faster to design them."

Survey Team - "The highest priority is to understand when liquid water was present on Mars."

Vulcan's Hammer - "The government is growing increasingly interested in waging war online."

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--- Dick-Headline --- Doomed Android Love Story On Infinite Repeat

"He’d been found guilty of wearing a Brazilian shirt with a number 10 on the back and swigging from a bottle of lager, whilst talking of the beautiful game." Half Man Half Biscuit, Used To Be In Evil Gazebo (Trouble Over Bridgwater, Probe Plus Records 2000)

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You know those old couples, where one dies or disappears or something, and the other one keels over a month or two later? That must be what's happening - except nverzeanu and I haven't been together long enough yet for me to die ... I just, upon finding myself in a cold dark house, catch a miserable cold.

Maybe I should do Indian Palace tonight for dinner, & get something vindalooey and überhot to blast out this cold, which I think is peaking even as I type ... I thought it was to be a minimal affair, but in the last hour it's roared into a noserunny fuzzyheaded spectacular, even with the cold meds I bought to get me thru der tag. Bah. If I didn't have to stay here at work (from whence I currently type) to set up an event, I'd blow this hot dog stand & go home and not come in tomorrow (recovery pending).

pause for fourth tissue while typing this (hack) (sniff) (ack)

Perhaps some tea will do me. Oh! gentle reader!, I had such ambitions for this three weeks' solitude! Writing, healthy eating, a steady gym attendance ...

pause to send still-steaming green tea to back of throat, surely to sear off the cold germs

Now, I simply yearn for the space heater cranked to 11 and some warm blankies. But no, I must hang on ... remain (cough, cough) to set up ... seminar ... (cough) ... Avoid bridges to Long Island . . . (cough, hack) hopelessly jammed. All communication with Jersey shore ... closed ten minutes ago. (hack, wheeze) No more defenses. Our army (cough) wiped out . . . artillery, air force, everything (cough cough) wiped out. This may be ... (wheeze, hack, cough) the last broadcast. We'll stay here to the en

There are more butterflies here this year than I've seen in quite a while. Populations of lepidoptera do tend to fluctuate a great deal, and in recent years it was often the case that I'd spend an hour or so outside on a pleasant spring day and encounter none at all. About a dozen flitted by while I sat on the back porch for a quarter hour or so this afternoon. It's nice to see them in such relative abundance again. They are probably enjoying the balminess as much as I am. Even the pollen seemed a bit less intense today. Tomorrow could be even better.

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You know you want it! A YouTube discovery: Ruth Etting singing Irving Berlin's "The Song is Ended" on a 1927 electric recording by Columbia. Remarkable sound for the time.

I just wanted to show my watch I am selling. I hope you guys like it.


It's here on eBay http://cgi.ebay.com/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=170219263158

I'm bored and tired.

Tell me a joke.

Here. You get Dinosaur Warlock.

The end.

I couldn't resist this marionette (puppet) for $1.50 at City Thrift (Tupelo):
( Aren't these a gas? )

http://coilhouse.net/2008/05/13/images-of-incandescense/

Lucent Dossier aerialist. Photo by Zoetica Ebb.

Incandescence \In`can*des”cence\, n.
A white heat, or the glowing or luminous whiteness of a body caused by intense heat.

As promised, the Coilhouse crew recently headed downtown to document Lucent Dossier’s ongoing residency at the Edison. The sprawling Edwardian power plant-turned-nightclub was filled to the gills with a strange soup of carnies, stilt-walkers and Entourage types, and Lucent was in top form, performing continuously in various rooms to the delight and wonderment of all.

The Absinthe Fairy! Photo by Zoetica.

Zoetica managed to get some lovely shots of the action, as did Caroline over at the LAist. Incandescence occurs every other Wednesday night (including tomorrow night) for the foreseeable future. More photos and club info after the jump.

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Two reviews in a row where I actually liked the movie!




Read my review of The Descent at Blood Blade and Thruster.

I dislike fanatics; the sort of zealotry that leaves no room to accept and understand another point of view.

Nevertheless, I seem to have – slowly, somehow escaping my notice, over a period of time – decided I'd like to live childfree.

This is not to say that I don't respect or agree with anyone's decision to have children. My decision not to is a personal, not political. I don't actually, well, like children. My hips and legs are dodgy enough without all that weird loosening and extra weight bearing. I can't afford children; I don't want to devote my attention to children; and I don't want to spend my life bringing up children. To me, that would feel like a waste.

It's strange to realise that this is something of a relief. I can forget about that biological clock ticking away (blah blah) and get on with enjoying my life. Of course, my mind may change again, but I can't see it happening any time soon.

More LOLcats. Click, you know you want to, suckers.

I don't get to post often, so I'm delighted to be able to post this- I saw one in a thrift store a while back, and cursed not getting a pic of it... then, lo and behold, an online shop turned out to carry these... making the find all the funnier... since it wasn't a statue that was 'adapted' by a crafter, but one actually manufactured this way!



The small roundish statue is traditionally called "The Weeping Buddha" or "the Weeping Yogi" because it depicts a meditation pose in which the person is soaking up the sorrows of the world...

This one has been made into an "incense burner"... I don't think they thought that out, when they designed it tho...

Here's a link to the place that sells them, for the curious... I dunno as they will sell many of this 'speared' looking yogi incense burners tho! owie! poor little guy...

http://www.bighappybuddha.com/buca.html

Shenanigans aplenty are being had at Mad Ape Den. I encourage your visititation and particimiapationation.