8:19 AM 6/28/2010
...That was invigorating! I can now say from firsthand experience that yes, Twitter does in fact update you on whether or not that was an earthquake (by sheer number of people saying "Holy crap was that an earthquake?" if nothing else) before the USGS site does. 3.5 near San Francisco.
The following sequence amuses:
I love the sixth floor of the CNET building, but every time someone moves a piece of futniture, I run to check the USGS earthquake map.
Oh, wait. Actual earthquake?
Yep. Rocked an actual earthquake. Love the sixth-floor shimmy. http://bit.ly/coG23g
4:30 PM 6/28/2010
Apparently my current soda of choice (this varies month to month) is ginger ale. Good to know. (I got some on a shopping run, because I need to have some on hand because it makes the periodic OH DEAR THIS IS NOT A GOOD DIGESTION DAY woes much less woeful, and apparently it is good for random-drinking-of-soda too.)
1:42 AM 6/29/2010
Today's accomplishments: woodpecker heard and then spotted, earthquake, nap, code tour, entirely missing the ice cream van (I want to get ice cream from an ice cream van at least once in my life), dogwalking, checking on my apartment (just fine) and retrieving underwear, as I totally did not pack enough for a week.
6:15 AM 6/30/2010
Had a very bizarre dream segment in which:
* there was a potted plant being held up by a frying pan? Like, the frying pan was part of the support for the thing in the pot.
* I was to meet tiferet at an academic function, because she was setting up the sound board; I was to present myself as her guest and she would join me in the audience (apparently the board was being run by someone else, or it would do fine unattended for this function)
* there was an amazingly long line to get in, because
* it was being attended by guests of honor: Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage
* Jamie did some line-wrangling when there was a line-snarl at a drinking fountain (it was an accessibility-fail moment on the part of some of the line-standers)
* but once I was through the line and through the doors, it seemed to be sparsely attended
* by some very specialized, and also very geeky, department
* and also in the Charles W. Davis concert hall
* which was even more accessibility-fail than I remember it from my youth (see the accessible seating on the map? that wasn't there when I was a teenager. none of it.), with seats that looked uncomfortable from the outset and narrow rows.
* So I sat down on one of the aisle steps. (Hilariously, I picked the part of the auditorium that was converted to the upper bit of accessible seating.)
* When I eventually took a seat, I immediately became entangled in laptop cables, with my right foot completely tangled up.
* Although a helpful person nearby, whose laptop it mostly was, helped disentangle me so I could go sit next to Tif, who had found a more-open patch of seating (there were plenty of seats, just not all *together*).
* The event was kicked off by apparently-the-professor-in-charge-of-th
* A very loud, group-participation prayer, where he'd say "Amen!" and the audience would respond to his "Amen" with a word that is lost in the realm of dream-speech, but was apparently ancient and mystical and meant to be said with a powerful and resonant voice.
* At one point I was apparently bouncing up and down in my seat, to the point of several-feet-in-the-air levitation, due to the various ... well, it was far more solemn than the semantic weight of "hooting and hollering" tends to carry, but yes. The carryings-on were plenty loud, and I was catching air.
* Then apparently it was potluck time, and (despite the general prohibition on food and drink in the house) there was a table specially set up down front (again, in the area that has since been converted to the down-front-and-center accessible seating) for refreshments, and everyone produced theirs and converged on the table.
* It seemed to be all desserts. There was a box of doughnuts, at least. I was attempting to determined whether or not they were Krispy Kreme; they didn't look mass-produced enough to be, which meant they might be actually tasty.
* I limped down thattaway, since that was where the party was starting, and on my way down
* I encountered Adam Savage going up, and we nodded to each other as we passed.
* He seems plenty tall on TV, but really he comes off as "my height" in person
* (although since six-foot men are "my height" in some cases, despite five and a half inches difference in height, this can be discounted)
* and although he is an amazing geek celebrity, omg, it seems that in this crowd he was just one of the other people present
* except on the relative geekiness spectrum of those present, he was at the not-very-geeky end
* and he wasn't getting mobbed, he was just there and wandering around without entourage.
And then there was a disturbance in the Force, of a waggy, black-furred nature, and I woke up.
4:39 PM 7/1/2010
Knee feeling much better today. I was out last night with Tif grocery shopping (as we do) and the knee became irate with me, so I went and sat down, and thereafter it complained at me when I stepped on it even the slightest bit off true. This resulted in an early end to the shopping trip. After which, of course, it was *garbage* day, so I limped around wrangling trash cans with the very last of my energy. I opted not to go to the Farmers' Market this morning, on the grounds that I did not at all want to do anything unnecessary to it. My aunt surprised me by bringing back some cherries, strawberries, and blackberries for me -- and I fear there are barely any left.
Also, norabombay has brought the scarring (in the form of sharing someone else's sexually explicit photoshoppery, with cautionary notes about what to do if one sees this in real life) yet again: http://beginningcocks.dreamwidth.org/13176.html
5:38 PM 7/1/2010
Ahh, #dreamwidth. Chatter about the X-Files (Tif ships Mulder/his porn collection, because Scully is a grown-up and Mulder, maybe not so much so) resulted in me proposing a crossover between the X-Files and Weird Science. The main points of difference from canon Weird Science is the era (moved up a decade) and that the looks for Lisa come from a pornstar, rather than a fashion model. Thus, when someone reports Deeply Weird Happenings (someone's got to have remembered all the WTFery and called the police) and the X-Files finally tracks Lisa down, Mulder recognizes her. Instantly. From his collection.
Wacky hijinks ensue.
1:34 AM 7/2/2010
Next in the generally-scarring funtimes on the internet: Dean/talking motor oil fic outline: http://beginningcocks.dreamwidth.org/13570.html
4:05 PM 7/2/2010
Apropos of discussion elsewhere about discussion so very elsewhere that I'm not sure of even where it was: I now hold the opinion that the phrase "Are you in a place where you can hear such things?" is best left to real-time, in-person discussion where there has already been mutual trust and goodwill established. Or between people who have already established that trust and goodwill. Or as an inquiry about sending that very loud music video link, the one that you wouldn't be able to hear at a nightclub, but shouldn't click on unawares in the office.