Archive for August, 2007

Quiz attack!

August 30th, 2007 No comments

What type of Fae are you?

I thought I had a third one, but I guess I don’t. Lame attack.


I didn’t even have to use my AK…

August 29th, 2007 No comments

This morning I weight 208.5 lbs, which means I’ve not lost about 12 pounds since I started my diet. Furthermore my waist line was just under 40 inches. And some people wonder why I call myself fat. 40″ (101cm) waistline?

Ride to work was easy and still made it in plenty of time. Got a shitload of work done. The flirty chick with a boyfriend wasn’t on. I found the bad ass LED flashlight I thought I’d lost at work. Just hours after I ordered one to use at work.

I felt like I did really well in krav maga tonight. It helped that it was mostly stuff I’d done before, but I’ll take it anyway. And one of the more advanced students I hadn’t seen since I switched from Sundays told me that I looked like I’d lost weight. That he, in fact, took a moment to recognize me.

The hell with it I’ll say it. Squee!! Now I just need some chicks to say that.

Friday is payday. And it’s one of those magical third pay periods in a month. And I have Labor Day off. Paid.

Yes, it’s a good day. Even though it was 97 (36°C) freakin’ °.

On the way home from krav maga I in one fell swoop cut a bit over 2,600 words out of my manuscript. Yikes. Revisions, they can be harsh.


Dreaming Metal by Melissa Scott

August 25th, 2007 1 comment

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Science Fiction

One thing I love in a story is a setting you can tell the storyteller really put some thought into making unique and real. Which is the reason I stopped watching the new Battlestar Galactica. Melissa Scott has done that and the results are incredible. There’s established ethnic and political and artistic histories and conflicts that are not only detailed and completely natural but actually impact that characters and story.

Speaking of which, fortunately, the story is good, too. I think it’s a stand alone sequel and I missed the first one, which sucks, but the world Scott has created is so compelling I think I’m going to read it even though I know how it ends.

Roughly the story is about the conflicts surrounding the possibility of a true sentient artificial intelligence (think Cybernetic Samurai vs. “computer” from Star Trek) arising. It’s rich, it’s detailed and very, very compelling. And it’s a multi-POV story a la GRR Martin, with some changes in person (first to third) between POVs, which is interesting once you realize it.


Monstrocity by Jeffrey Thomas

August 25th, 2007 No comments

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Think middle-far future cyberpunkish SF meets Lovecraft, and it works. The early part of the story is told in retrospect after a cold open, not my favorite structure, but as the story develops it works in some pretty interesting internal monologues that are balanced, okay, almost balanced, by pretty good scenes of tension and action. There’s a love story but it blends well with the main tale.

Good read, I need to seek out more by this author

Doom says check it out.

p.s. about the “psuedo-horror”, Lovecraft’s entire milieu is pretty much describing things that are terrifying to his characters without actually being scary to readers. Don’t think that I don’t enjoy them. And horror sucks, anyway.


Me and (some of) you.

August 25th, 2007 No comments

Me: I really should take a nap on Fridays before I go out. Or just hit some Red Bull drinks. I knocked over a (mostly finished) drink last night because by 9pm I had been up for, well I don’t wanna do the math but since 4am. Was poopy.

You: People need to either answer their phones or return phone calls. Really.

p.s. One of you is going to ask: “Well, why the fuck didn’t you call me?”. Because I was pretty sure I’d be seeing you today anyway. So there! :-P


I totally thought I was sober….

August 19th, 2007 1 comment

I don’t consider myself a heavy drinker. I don’t particularly enjoy being really drunk. My hearing goes, my stomach gets upset, dumb things happen. I definitely don’t like running the risk of acting like some repressed stripey shirt yuppie.

Considering all that, I have an astonishing number of hilarious drunk Doom stories. Usually involving the title of this post or the variant of: “And then the booze hit me.”


I’ve had a busy weekend. Going away thing for a shitholer (don’t ask, I’ll explain later) and birthday for a loserette who hasn’t been heard from in literally years yesterday. Tonight a party at another shitholer’s house and the first bartending shift of someone I know from my recently concluded bar days. After grocery shopping and the gym. Dunno about tomorrow. I’m on a money diet, as covered in my last post.


I hope they didn’t break anything…

August 15th, 2007 No comments

Back to work tomorrow. I definitely prefer maintenance to construction, even though I’m sure a Habitat project doesn’t function anything like a commercial job site.

The heat wasn’t so bad, and I didn’t sweat nearly as much as I thought I would. I drank most of the Unbottle, plus another bottle of water and a couple of cans of pop. Hardly peed. A whole lotta sweating, but the magic of the moisture wicking shirt kept me from getting soopa funkay. I was the only one who really came prepared. I had all that water, the shirt, a boonie hat to keep the sun off my delicate ears and some nice work gloves I picked up yesterday.

Friday is payday. W007! It’s my first direct deposit payday EVER and the day I give my mom the last half of her $1,000. I’m not sure she remembers she’s got it coming, I told her when I gave her the first half but she was a bit stunned to look inside an envelope with $500 in it, apropos of nothing and might not have heard me.

After that I start paying off my credit card. Which is good, because that money won’t sit in my savings account, tempting me to hang around for a few more beers.

I’ve been checking out apartment listings and not surprisingly rents have gone up a bit in the 3 or so years since I’ve been back at home. That kind of sucks. I suppose the prices I’m seeing on the web could be the housing equivalent of list prices. I hope so. I really like the entry on my finances spreadsheet that reads “spending”, I don’t want to see that number go down any. I should see about roomies.


Nasty funk of Doom

August 14th, 2007 No comments

The maintenance folks in my area got roped into participating in a Habitat for Humanity project for a local employee. We’re going tomorrow.

It’s supposed to be 89°F (31°C) tomorrow.


I’m hauling my 100fl oz (just shy of 3L) Unbottle along, but I don’t have an actual Camelbak pack, so I can’t keep it on me. But I should be okay. The HtH form says to bring a water bottle and I assume most people won’t have it on them.

Curious fact, it is, right now, at about 8pm, 87°F (30°C) Is odd.

The nasty funk? Sweat. Of course. I got a shirt from work with the company logo saying I’m a volunteer and I’ll wear a moisture wicking shirt under that. I still anticipate da funk.

I gotta go finish getting my stuff together.



August 13th, 2007 No comments

I’ve had better weekends. A few birthdays, which were okay. Other stuff, women related stuff, wasn’t so fun. And I didn’t make it to the gym. I did on Friday but that was to make up for skipping Monday.

And I was back up to 216 lbs this morning, after being 212.5 on Friday. But yesterday I had a huge breakfast, I mean huge. I didn’t eat again until about 9pm, when I had about 3/4 of a sandwich. And, um, let’s just say that huge breakfast is still hanging around. If you get my shits, I mean drift.

Today, back to work. On the bike! Yay! I’d say my right eye is 98% better. It tends to be dry when I wake up and it takes a while for my contact to be comfortable, but it’s okay.


The yellowface, it burnsssss

August 7th, 2007 No comments

My right eye is all fubar’d. I accidentally fell asleep with my contacts in, um, four nights in a row last week. The first three I was sober, even. So my right eye hurts. I’ve been wearing glasses mostly the last few days. That’s annoying. The worst part is the incredible photosensitivity. There was about ten minutes after work on the MAX when I could barely open my eyes and I couldn’t look up.

I feel like I scratched my eyelid and it’s irritating my eyeball. Sucks. I’m not sure I want to do KM tomorrow in glasses. And I haven’t been riding my bike because the glasses really screw up my perception. I’ve had my contacts in for a few hours the last two days. Hopefully tomorrow it’s all better. When I’m hurt or sick or whatever I always get this feeling that I’ve always been that way and it’ll never get better. That’s just sunshiney me!!!