July 19th, 2003

loud fayoumis

Letter to president@whitehouse.gov

Mr. Bush:

Your new webmail system, as convenient as it may be for your staff, reminds me of the webmail systems of large software companies that do not have a genuine concern for their customers.

If that is the impression you intend to make on your citizens, that you do not give a hoot about them, then please, keep it in place exactly as-is. Otherwise, you and your web staff may wish to make a few alterations.

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running, bomb tech


There was this guy who was the family's old friend/retainer, and in the war, he'd wound up with wounds, and before I went out to the movies, I had to stop in at a nurse employment agency, which matched nurses to patients, to pick a nurse that best suited him. Nurses suiting were not all that rare until I specified that the nurse had to be a veteran, because he'd seen combat and was scarred/wounded, and the whole flashbacks issue.

So I talked on the phone with the prospective nurse that they finally tracked down, and he seemed a great sort, and then I went to write down the phone number, but that was a long complex thing that he said twice, beginning with 10011001, and finally I had to say that I was not from around here and he needed to tell it to me number by number slowly.

And earlier, I was Scully, and I was in a store or something, and something was wrong, and the Viking had joined the side of the other guys, and I knocked him out or something, and then my mother and sister (Mrs. Scully and her other daughter) came in, and I was hiding up in the tops of the stacks in the shoe section, and they wound up being under mind control from the bad guys but they got me tranquilized, but then somehow they or I shook free, and I was free to go off again and rejoin my group...

...and then I got to make friends with an older woman who was the princess of something or other or something, and there was this king, and things were happening. And there was this thing with a vampire who got walled up in a cell, and was being tortured by having food witheld, and finally he was willing to tell where he came from for a leaf of lettuce, but then the torturer said something that no, the blank wall he was facing right now was not the direction of his homeland, the direction of his homeland was the east which was behind him, and to the east was a glass wall, and it was on the outside of the castle, and byebye vampie, sun's rising!

And the princess who I was friends with had gotten in an argument with the king (they were of different families, different countries, and were about the same age) and I gave away military secrets in the hopes that they would ally, and laid out troop movements with M&Ms, red and green for theirs, and yellow for the true enemy, and told how things would royally mess up if they fought, that was what the enemy wanted, and my gamble paid off and they allied and were of course in love.

And *then* came the bit about watching the movie. He reminded me of Bothari.
high energy magic


Had to lecture the fey. Coffeepot is one of those things that is not supposed to be messed with. I turned it off; when I turned around and saw it turned on again, I lectured.
running, bomb tech

This is... eeek.

vidicon is the man with the answers.


...am at a loss for words.

wibbble, I think you are utterly justified in remaining exactly where you are, and it would be selfish to insist that anyone stay here.
documentation, writing, quill


I love it that the List is a place where someone can write in grousing about feeling ill, and a stir will be set up, and they will be shipped off to the ER as what they thought was no big deal was correctly identified as a possibly life-threatening situation.
running, bomb tech

Heh, heh.

When direct action won't solve a problem, passive-aggressive behaviour sometimes may help.

I no longer wish to be in the IEEE Blackboard community because I no longer
wish to receive the 200k+ e-mails that this community sends out periodically.

How do I get myself removed from this community?


This was sent to all instructors associated with the community, including the offender.
running, bomb tech


In order to leave the apartment, I need to eat lunch.

In order to get lunch, I need to go in the kitchen.

You can only imagine how thrilled about this proposition I am at this moment.
pretty, Francine

Home. (Afternoon: books, blood)

After finally getting lunch (votania made something) I headed off with my old backpack full of read library books. My timing in getting to the bus stop was impeccable.

It was beastly hot out, and damp enough to make me sweat all the water I drank right out again.

I exercised restraint and only got three books from the library. I'm working away at Kushiel's Dart right now, by recommendation. Good so far. (More on that later.)

Stopped by See's. Yum. (votania tells me that it's very evident when I'm quoting FatherSir; there's a way my voice goes to indicate it.)

Checked the airbrushing places. One was just license plates. The other said that a black hat would be $20. Eeep. *contemplates evilly and quietly*

The kid from the incense shop was handing out free samples. I got a stick that smelled spicily of ginger. I poked my nose into the karate place and the Yankee Candle Co. too. Karate lessons are $95/month, for two lessons a week. When you break it down, it's not that bad, but... *wince* ... not the sort of thing that a college student on a budget wants to hear.

Stopped in at Waldenbooks to kill time until the bus was due, but nobly resisted the urge to snap up Stealing the Elf-King's Roses on sight, as I'd already indulged in chocolate. Berated self for not schlepping along the $5 gift card. Wandered out, and took the shortcut through Macy's to the parking lot, nose buried in Kushiel's Dart. Fielded inquiries from sales staff as to whether or not it was a good book.

The bus and I had impeccable timing relative to each other. I boarded and decided to not stop home after all, as I had only the three books and the bag of chocolates, tucked securely in the outermost pocket of my backpack. (Note to self: next time take the lady up on her offer of a box.)

Headed off for the plasma place. Saw snippets of the latter half of Planet of the Apes, and paid flickering bits of attention to the now-familiar The Rock. (As ever, thank you, Fuzzy, for knowing my taste in entertainment; however, your knowledge of my tastes is not always what will be enduring...) [swallowtayle: Fuzzy == Shawn.]

Sat there reading. The chick hooking the machine up was curious about the book, and wanted to know what it was about.


This is a presumed-vanilla chick in a work-type environment. And she's asking me to share the idea of Kushiel's Dart with her. Time for a slight doubletake, a blink to collect my thoughts... "It's fantasy. There's this chick. She's a courtesan."

"A what?"


When it was my turn to get unplugged, it was that very same guy. This time, I was firm about the "No, I have not yet stopped bleeding, even though it has been twenty minutes," thing, and when he wrapped the masking tape around my arm twice (and not overlapping, mind you, twice in different spots), I looked at him and said, "That is not going to hold."

He wrapped it more securely.

I collected my stuff and my money, and wandered slowly out to the beginnings of Terminator 2. Found a lighter in my purse at the bus stop, and so lit the stick of incense, and sat there with the gingery smoke wisping about in the evening wind as the sun set. Brought back memories of that year at UAF, when I'd stand out with the smokers with my stick of incense, hanging with Janese and the crowd, waving about the incense and watching the smoke curls, making sure to stand where the cigarette smoke wouldn't knock me over and give me an asthma attack.

Perhaps my time of day is not predawn, but sunset.

Or perhaps it's just twilight. (And N% starts singing...)
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running, bomb tech

Homework Lineup...

Read more ASP book for Monday.
Look at the ASP homework and see if I can make sense of it to prepare for Monday.
Read more Database shit for Monday's lab and Tuesday's lecture
For Tuesday: read the pink story that Kilbridge handed out.
Read another two/three chapters in Networking for Tuesday's lab, and do the end-of-chapter questions and post them in the school-related prosthetic brain for printing out as necessary (Friday).
Get a head start on the next ASP lab for Thursday.
running, bomb tech


Not putting him to bed at eight was perhaps not the brightest move.

Having him be doing the reading (out of practice over summer, notoriously squirrely at the best of times) at ten was perhaps up there for 'brilliant' with... um... removing the tapes from the combat suits of the rescue mission and replacing it with a vaguely worded appendix about an error causing the plasma arc to lock on. Just as a random example.

The half-hour screaming fit has stopped, thankfully. But it's really not my concern anymore. I gave that up.