| 15 Saturday.
Biggest
Cheers and Best Wishes to our Godmother
Maren's
Desdemona
!
11AM:
Bart
in the morning for coffee and house-hounting.
5PM:
Exacerbating a tenuous powderkeg combo of unreliability and no shortage
of departure drama, the drunken sometime jedi does the banana peel routine
we've all come to really strongly dislike (otherwise known as hate
in some parts od the civilized world) and expect. Would that I have known
how the eventuality. Running for Chicago with just a little bit of a minute
to catch the train. Eskimo Rap music provides a background apropos - jumpy,
a tad frazzled, and always juicy. Apple strudel bites for comfort. 8PM:
Bran @ Keith's for a reunion in the West. Party long time in the coming.
Er, but I don't drink anymore. Will this be a problem? (Sure enough there
was enough booze to drown out an entire platoon). But SEVEN hours?! The
half-bitterDialoge Winterfeld on scratch disk soon.
16 Sunday.
Glass
slipper princess timing and hope-actuated wonder comes through at the earliest,
saving grace and helping this weary vagabond recover his wits. An hour's
blessing, and mayhap dreams were dreamed, but waking up to whimsical chimaera
(er, Pokemon, that is) and boring-as-hell dental appointments does not
a peaceful mind-set make. A record seventeen days and then a wu-jen is
retired. I offer this one to the restoration of psyche expended in abject,
useless endeavors and overland excursions.
That
shall be the last I shall have of such drabness. The Ogrekin and Sluagh
are not welcome company for one reluctant shinma Kuei-Jin (that would be
me) headed for possible Bedlam. Mulder has bugs in his lungs! Rain and
more rain in the evening ...Unplug (as usual) means a deluge in the incoming
workweek. Grumble, slog, and sort through. Prinn Seli, my dearest heart
comes to the rescue, despite objections delivered in the usual hair-pulling
"tasty
switch" objections throwing the entire household into late chaos. Why?!
Why ! I keep focused on the important and shoo shoo any distractions. The
Promised Ring renewed, and reality grounded. I am awake and alive once
more. The trod picked up, and Banality has not a chance. Nowhere
and No More.
17 Monday.
Ooops!
Underslept. Bengal Khan and Chinese Water do not readily mix. You'd think
that after several twice a month experiments we'd have learned something.
No? Er, well, yes. Hi there. All systems back online. It's a Monday, old
chap. What every half-decent eye-bagged, bad-hair-day office drone has
come to expect. Severance from the mundane, as Prinn Seli of the Pooka
beckons ole Sidley out to play on the wire. All day Fun ! Whew, mad craziness
(reminiscent of Hunter S. Thompson) and then heavy pasta for lunch. Now
onto biz. As closer to three o' clock but where's the sun to be found?
The rehashed, slimmer, streamlined main page took some four hours, but
by closing time it began to take shape and make sense. While it's still
under construction, click here
for a preview . The strangest thing as I was zeroing out on the toob, I
see an ad for techies.com (no link here), a voice-over saying that one
of their guys dreams in code. "And we knew then we had to hire him." Whu?!
Possible suit? I copyrighted that expression dude. For me, it's more than
just a by-line for your vacuous, insincere late night half minute spot.
Oh boy, somebody's gonna get ScReWeD.
18 Tuesday.
PRAXIS
Seizure:
Very late night discussions lead into unwieldy politics and tiresome drama.
An ear of corn denied. Fitful sleep. But at least I wake up in a better
mood, and beef stew. The sun is out. Something tapped instinctively, and
(after hald a year) the domestic boggans have returned my LaMoyne glasses.
That fills the requisite
AM
oddity. Caught up with Stae and Tom. LEGO discussions and action-figure
battalions. Twelve ounces frog vanilla mixed with half capp makes for breakfast.
Noon, and maybe a chance to work on more scan job back-logged orders. No
go. You'd never figure that cleaning up your mail would take you more than
an hour, but it sure can. The most inane things pop-up amidst tidbits of
useful info that I've relegated to the back corners of my former toybox.
The afternoon and the deceptive quiet. Word from the Trod a mixed bag of
news. As she spoke:
"The desire for
something becoming a quickening,
something I can feel
burning under my skin,
but pulling at the
same time, like a magnet;
the scorch of magnetic
desire."
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The rest
of the missive set me on fire.
I
caught it swiftly, as a fox upon the trail of the hare, but our Pooka was
fleeting. Time is kismet. Our Nights are as one. My response
as befits the original, til eve arrives.
After
6 hours, with webbed eyes and an impatient stomach grumble, I've swept
through my to-do list like the dutiful robot that I am. Updated so many
things net-side, and the list includes Xdrive, Chicago, Papua New Guinea,
the Sprawl, my entire portfolio in Yahoo, and then a little bit of info-swapping.
7PM:
I am SO ready to go home (:
19 Mittwoch.
A Purely Dead Can Dance day ! (thanks to Ren - this 8pt Verdana bold
is sure preeti :)
The rain has
arrived, with it colorful jackets and umbrellas ("rain blossoms", in some
parts of the Distant East). Breakfast sends me on a faint buzz, easily
rectified by diving straight into my beloved code. Enter kia beti Javeed
the third time's a charm, with a puckish game of tag and mocha over the
wire. Do the fae relish Heaven's tears
in the Opening
of the year? Since I've been given the keys for the day, I think I'll settle
in and put the Minstrel and the Angel on for optimum efficiency
performance.
Playlist:
A Passage in Time, Into The Labyrinth, Aion, Spleen and Ideal, Within the
Realm..., and Spiritchaser. My fourteen point, as it were:
When's lunch?!
It's gonna be a busy day, absolutely smashing fun in the office (smirk).
Gentlemen, start your engines ! A renewal of spirit as the latest batch
of newbiez flood Aion with sighs of adoration offered up to Lisa. Paul
Rother was real kew to share this link to an 98 radio interview, featuring
Lisa and Pieter. Check it out here.
The afternoon sees me spotted from the few moments that I took to see how
big the rain puddles were getting. Four (two?) hours to go til quitting
time and Heaven shows no sign of quitting. I (heart) it ! Spent an hour
trading toonecdotes with pani Winter (click here)
and info-swapping with Mister :G. Got on board Team Legend as an external
scanner and signed-up for (slothybastard) Freedisk.
The quest for the perfect online storage
continues !Paid Tony DT a visit and saw
the Milan pictures
(awesome:) If you've never seen a flit-car before, I suggest you skip over
to his site to check that out. The prize catch? There's this one pic of
an Asian ('preZent!) kid with specs and a blanked-out look, with the funniest
caption. Whatahoot. Munch turns out to be a balsamic chicken plus these
hot-as-hell taters. Mm-hm, Midwest cuisine as only 100% corn-fed purebred
MW'ers can. Calling up your friendly neighborhood one-hour photo developers
turns out with some difficulty, as some people have NO sense of urgency,
nor professionalism whatsof^cking-ever (breathe*breathe). But that's one
out of the list that at least I've started on. I can't believe how lazy
this day's become. Three PM and nothing's been done. Well, emails've been
sent and received... that's good. But troubling news from the East. Some
fast-tracking on blahblah matters at work, and then a quick call ("oh mytalk,
how we love thee") to soothe Prinn Seli. Subscription to the Changeling
list through Oracle a success, with the first post from Amber reviewing
"Denizens".
An excerpt
follows: "In this book things in the game world change, and a new and powerful
force is unleashed by the Year Of The Reckoning events upon mortals and
kithain alike. (What, you say? Changeling things that might actuall
influence the WoD? Well of course, the book answers, after all it
is our dreams and nightmares that determine where our waking minds turn...)
This force (sic) is the Denizens, the Dark kin who have been trapped in
the Dreaming for ages by the magics of the Tuatha. Now the old wards
are falling, and the Denizens are returning." Ooh, some pretty heavy
stuff to charge up there. Those faeries, tsk tsk <wink> Sounds epic
to me. Speaking of amazing timing, my aural angel Buck Magnum (aka Marzie
Biofresh) calls in and gives the gift of Sonique.
OMGdu, lemme tellem you - this is the most kick-ass thing yet! First step:
Slide to the Soniq homeport
and download the 151 version. Follow through with the usual install procedure
and see for your self how SWEET it could be. Next up, the gnomes at customize.org
have a few tricks up their sleeves. Especially the ET
OS skins by Kid Chad,
spozedly based on alien lifeforms. Lifeforms?! Papua New Guinea, Future
Sound of London! ( see the connection) Woohoo! Those 6degree guys sure
were up to something. What other kew stuff's goin down @ Sid Central? Make
sure to watch this space, du.
20 Thursday.
From yesterday:
sidestep Hsien affix to Jong hsien | scan-job very hi-rez SV for Markz
| pick-up 2 pic packets @ Tarj | e|m dian:G for reflex pix | /omus
Today I set aside everything so's
the scans can come through. (about time ! ) Author's note :: Next update
24 Monday. Slimlined notes >
21 Friday.
A fourteen-hour
day. Zeromega account re-opened on Tripod and received the scratch disk:
Black Tape pages: sphinx,
ghosts,
relic
and appended with part
and parcel.
The old poetry
renewed. Revived the old soul. Conversations and correspondence with My
Beloved. She runs in the rain. The sun shows itself for once, peeking in
the afternoon. Long into the evening. Hungry and weary. Hastily avoided
was Delirium. ((( More soon, as the mind finds refreshment.
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