Now You Can Pick Up Anything; the chopstick game

You can play as either Carla or Karl. You need: prog's card table, a pair of chopsticks, prog's room, and prog ( Read more... )

yes, my child, you can
date whomever you wish, so long
as you bring back food

Today I got a little further than halfway through Mac OS X: The Missing Manual, taking notes furiously the whole way. God rain blessings upon PocketNotes for making that possible. While I got annoyed at discovering its incapability to export text, and its interface is a bit rougher around the edges than I'd like, it's still the best outliner I've ( Read more... )

Working on the Book right now is like pulling teeth, again. Bleah. It will pick up later, but for now it's really boring and I feel very easily distracted. I need another long cafe hangout session to re-energize. I consider going right now (Diesel is open for another two hours) but I think instead I will collect information for the rest of tonight ( Read more... )

This morning I finally got around to making an "I'm still alive -- really" post on my home weblog. Didn't link back here, becuase I'm not so sure that all I've written here would meet the jmac Weblog rule: write nothing that I wouldn't want everyone in the world reading. Or as cthulhia put it better, nothing I wouldn't want everyone in my addressbook ( Read more... )

I let Carla give me a much-needed buzz-cut. I saved $10, but at what cost? I'll give her the benefit of the doubt and speculate that professional barbers have better equipment, along with more experience at facing super-thick shrubberies such as those that adorn my noggin. The bathroom atmosphere quickly filled with aerosolized hair as Carla hacked ( Read more... )

The Diesel gambit paid off; I wrote for two hours, and the chapter has enough momentum to roll itself home. There's just the matter of time. I have decided that I can't write well when I'm sleepy... I can't start things at 10 p.m. I found myself doing this after I got home and settled in to continue, but then Carla's GURPS group started to drag ( Read more... )

The Diesel, I see, has embraced the strange weather by removing the wintertime battens from its roll-up front facade. I still feel the need to have some token acknowledging that these temperatures shouldn't be here: I'm wearing my corduroy sportcoat, something I wouldn't do were we having this very same weather in June ( Read more... )

This house officially Wins. I did good by coming here, and have said as much to the preinstalled peeps, with whom I seem to be swimming swimmingly. Charles acknowledges my skill at memetic boxing, and Carla invited me into her GURPS Discworld campaign. We've all played the official house game of Lost Cities many times, and we chat and share food ( Read more... )

The bad news is, the landlords won't be available until the end of next week, and they insist on meeting me before I can move in ( Read more... )