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…
I could tell you all about my workday and how it centered on Veritas’ Symantec’s Backup Exec product. I could tell you about the monsoon rains that kept me up most of the night and contributed to the nigh-interminable commute home this evening.
Instead, however, I’ll illustrate how weird my Monday was by stating that today, shortly after lunch, my mother called to say that she loves me.
That will be all.
Okay, I filled out my ballot. (Hooray for Oregon’s vote-by-mail system!) Technically, until it is dropped off appropriately, I haven’t actually voted. But, still: If you live in my part of the country and if you care about any of the issues in play (term limits, the governor’s race, medical spending, insurance rates, abortion), please, please vote. “My vote won’t count anyway” doesn’t really hold water with me, folks. As the saying goes, you lose your right to bitch about the state of things when you fail to vote on them.
Unless you’re under legal voting age, that is.
Now, of course, I can gripe and moan all I want, ’cause the rest of the populace will vote against me on most of the important stuff anyway. Heh.
