Thursday, March 20th:

I chatted with Alison, Tammy, Cassy, and Marylin (their mother) in their kitchen. I haven't seen them since Alison's wedding, and they looked the same—happy, edgily well-dressed—except that Alison wore her normal stylings instead of the white gown.
( Old-Fashioned Data Storage, My New Career As a Goblin )

Tuesday, March 4th:

I sat in my living room and read a novel about a ranger. He'd been captured by a cult and tied to a tree. Ed stood from the other couch, pleased but frustrated. He was ahead of me and had just finished the penultimate chapter. It gave him an inkling of the final twist, but he had to go to bed.
( Obscure Vocabulary, Unusual Firearms, and Dark Plots )

Tue, Jan 30th:

A grad student reported to a windowless lab and signed into the simulator. A robotic squid-tentacle retracted to lay along the ceiling above him. He sat at the controls and piloted an experimental dolphin-drone through the tank outside. If their program was successful, these robots would someday handle all of the porposes' most ( Read more... )

Monday, Aug 14th:

I visited the cafeteria to ask someone about how they ordered food. I wanted to talk to the head of Physical Plant... I needed to understand how everything the college orders for everything got where it was going. They eventually told me I could leave him a message, since he was out of town.
( Presents from Fayde, Surveilance, Gunn's Lab Lighting )

Tuesday, Feb 21st:

Recent media coverage had given us status enough to loiter in the lobby of a powerful local law firm. I chatted with the receptionist and the floor manager about a young hotshot lawyer. They answered guardedly, suspecting I wanted to meet him.

Meanwhile, an emancipated Roxie Hart sashayed down the sunny alleyway between the ( Read more... )

Tuesday, Feb. 7th:

I cleaned up a present Rocky (the cat) left in the middle of our bedroom floor. Alyssa sat in the bed and talked to me while I cleaned, but I couldn't quite follow her. She was telling me to do something in case of rain, because something would streak if I didn't.

Big Bird waddled into the center of the ring, keen on ( revenge )

Saturday:

We walked from Housewares up through Girls' Clothing, then past all the impulse-buy racks that separate check-out lanes. beltramgregor casually fell behind a couple paces to block me from the camera while I pocketed a syringe from the shelf. (It was nearly the color of maple syrup; I think the label said "Marburg variant.") I needed another ( Read more... )

This morning I dreamed I was living in Kirk, in the room I had during my senior year. (I wasn't a senior, though; it was now.) I was talking to a female RA in the common room, helping her finish some math homework. Then she was working on a complicated form (part of the Mac bureaucracy) she had to submit by 9 PM in order to authorize a major ( Read more... )

Friday morning I dreamed I was in a basement-level bookstore. I had two books in hand that I was going to sell or trade, and I was perusing the shelves. (All the books were face out, instead of spine out like normal bookstores.) I saw a few quiet men in their late 40s looking at model trains, which were also sold in the shop ( Read more... )

I had a dreamlet this morning between alarms. Steve, the de facto personnel manager at work, was setting up 1 on 1 games of Mechwarrior amongst the workers. It wasn't a tournament, and it wouldn't happen all the time; every so often, he'd just tell a couple people to play each other. At first I thought we were using it to make decisions (Bob won, ( Read more... )