Not that I usually get much sleep on Sunday nights anyway, but I wager it’ll be more difficult tonight than normal. The wind and rain in the Portland metro area have both picked up in the last few hours, and everything I’m reading online indicates that the height of the windstorm will probably hit between 10pm tonight and 4am tomorrow.
Great.
I like a good storm as much as the next weirdo person, but did it have to be tonight?
You know you’re going to have a fun day when your first activity upon leaving the bedroom in the morning and wandering downstairs for breakfast is to vanquish hundreds of itty bitty pests. Stupid ants. They were making a meal of the kitties’ food, so I moved and washed and sprayed and cleaned and so forth (being careful not to get anything anywhere near cat vittles as well as making sure the floor was well cleaned afterward, thank you).
Well, okay. I actually did have a fun day: The kidlets came over, and we played Freeloader, Unexploded Cow and Carcassonne: The Discovery. Erica came from behind to win the first, I clobbered the kids at the second and Alex ran away with the third. I’d say that’s a fair and balanced afternoon of gaming, wouldn’t you?
One of the things that makes life worth the living, especially on a day fraught with frustrations, is an hour spent in the company of good friends.
Thank you, Mari & Doug, for treating me to lunch today. I really needed it! You guys rock.
(What? You wanted a longer post? Too bad; I wrote my novella for the week yesterday. So there.)
I suppose it’s long past time that I told you about my Denver trip. I’ve only been promising the story for a few months. Yes, I’m a world-class procrastinator.
The Denver story is less about why I went (to learn how to use the systems management interface at my new job) than it is about the dinners I ate. No, really. It’s all about steak, where we found steak, how good the steak was, and the journeys to and from the steak.
What? I like steak.
(more…)A long, long time ago I created my own little rendition of something called “thumbnail theater,” a tongue-in-cheek parody of a popular anime series. The original, by someone calling himself “Toasty Frog” (what’s up with the animal nicknames, eh?) was based on Evangelion, and someone else made one for Cowboy Bebop. I figured that I was best suited to take on the Tenchi Muyo OAV series.
I probably figured wrong, but them’s the breaks.
When I converted from version to version to version of the various site platforms here, Thumbnail Theater kept breaking. Moving to WordPress completely broke the archive, and for a long time I figured that’s where it could stay: broken and forgotten. Then, a few weeks ago, I decided to resurrect the project in a more useful form, namely as a static page hierarchy within WordPress. The rest, as they say, is history lunacy.
At any rate, check out the TMTT revival currently in progress. I’ve reposted the six episodes’ worth of the first OAV, with the remaining episodes to follow as I get the chance.
When you work in the radio business, you very quickly learn to hate the annual onset of a particular season. No, I’m not talking about what we’ve come to call “the holidays,” but rather another phenomenon entirely: Political season.
Sure, everyone hates having to put up with the ever-increasing barrage of mudslinging ads and heartfelt appeals to vote such-and-such on measure what-have-you. On the consumer side of things, though, you have the option of changing the channel or at least hitting the Mute button on your remote control. Working in the media, however, one cannot simply turn away or turn off. One must endure. Once that blessed Tuesday in November has passed, life can return to normal.
That is, if you can call nearly two solid months of jingle-bells mania “normal.” But at least it isn’t poorly-produced political crap.
For the first time in fourteen years, I wasn’t working “in the industry” during political season. As silver linings go, I’ve seen worse…
