Yeah, long subject line. Thank you, Mr. Cohen. Jesus, the day is bright. Bright and cold. It's 57˚F and sunny. And there's not a leaf in sight. Unless you count conifers, and I don't.

And I have a quote from George R. R. Martin ~ More and more, I grow convinced that the internet is toxic. Every controversy brings out the trolls and toads, of every ( Read more... )

Today is the 25th Anniversary of the World Wide Web. Which sort of makes it the 25th birthday for one stage of the apocalypse ( Read more... )

Today the sky is wide and carnivorous, and the air is pretending to be "warm," like an angler fish's lure. Currently, here in Providence it's 46˚F, but feels like 41˚F ( Read more... )

All the world is slush. We're supposed to have temperatures in the low 50s˚F for a couple of days, but I seriously doubt they'll make much of a dent in this shit. Then, next week, the snow is set to return. Currently, it's 45˚F, but feels like 51˚F ( Read more... )

I can't say if there's a general ignorance at work when it comes to sentence-level verb tense consistency or if it's something peculiar to MMO role-players. I don't see it anywhere else online. I first encountered it in Second Life, where it's rampant, then in every single MMO I've played. Curiously, the problem always involves a shift from present ( Read more... )

I wrote 1,213 words on the third chapter of Cherry Bomb yesterday.

Every now and then I am surprised at how entirely the internet annoys me. Except when it shows a little more ambition and pisses me off.

Briefly,
Aunt Beast

1. I wake up from a dream of Loch Ness and the invention of new landscaping equipment and go to the chair in front of the iMac. I do this every morning. Every morning. Only the dreams change. And sometimes I try to remember what life was like before 1994, when the internet invaded my life. To be fair, yes, I did invite it in. This is the way of ( Read more... )

We who revel in nature's diversity and feel instructed by every animal tend to brand Homo sapiens as the greatest catastrophe since the Cretaceous extinction. ~ Stephen Jay Gould

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I don't trust new houses ( Read more... )

Strange days ( Read more... )

A thought, regrading our conversation the past few days about the Art Police:

It could be that this phenomenon has arisen, at least in part, because people need to feel better about themselves. Now, of course, we all need to feel better about ourselves. Certainly, most of us want to, I think. But, imagine if that need became a neurosis, in essence ( Read more... )