OK, in a few minutes I'm off to Rachel's memorial service. See you all Sunday.
As I was about to get off the the #14 bus today, a couple kids were giving another kid trouble. There was some ruckus and swearing, and I heard one say, "give me your watch, take off your watch!" As the bus stopped the noise turned into physical commotion and as I got up to get off, one of these kids--a skinny olive-skinned boy of about 16 I guess--tumbled past me and his scooter crashed to the floor of the bus. I saw blood trickling down his cheek.
I met Rachel at Burning Man and we traded a few emails. I really liked her a lot and I was hoping to get to visit her up in Washington at some point. I had in mind that she'd still be alive when I visited, now I'm trying to make arrangements to go up there for a memorial service.
Shit. Ain't no two ways about this: it sucks.
OK, it's not like I don't know how to program my VCR or whatever, but I have to learn to start recording Star Trek and watching it at a civilized time. It used to be on at 11:00, and then they moved it to midnight, which means getting to bed no earlier than 1am. Now it doesn't start until 12:30 and sometimes I think it would be nice to get to bed earlier and wake up early.
I’m insanely gratified by the fact that I got home tonight and found that Laury Ostrow wrote email to me to compliment me on an article I wrote on his now thrice-defunct venture, Chi-Pants.
I have a few pair, and they’re damn fine pants. Just thinking about how I can’t get any new Chi-Pants makes me mad mad mad.
Read the article. Geeks have really gone downhill.
I was afraid I’d wasted my money on my ticket to Daredevil on the IMAX screen, knowing it would probably be pretty bad, but damned if seeing the League of Extraordinary Gentlemen trailer wasn’t totally worth it.
Daredevil wasn’t particularly good, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I liked the special effects used for his radar sense–it made more sense visually than it ever did in the comics.
All in all not a wasted night.
Last night I was chatting with some girl from Tehran and she asked me if I have many friends. I had to think about it, and sadly the answer is no. There are many many people who are good friends to me, and very few to whom I am a good friend.
This is sad because if I’ve discovered even unconsciously that it’s easier to make friends than to keep friends, what kind of monster have I become?
That coffeegrinder that was inside the microwave you gave me came in real handy today as I discovered that the coffee I bought at the store last night was beans, not ground.
Now I have yummy coffee, with flavor freshly unlocked from the bean.
Right now, allI can say is "hooray for birthday presents." The electric throw blanket is the perfect companion to the Levenger lapdesk.Typing in bed with warm legs and a real surface for the keyboard is just dreamy. I think the next test will have to be letter-writing.