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APOD for 2 March 2007: When NASA image hackers get a bit overly sentimental

We live someplace beautiful.



...man. That's nice.

Context.

In other news, the post-novel ennui has turned into a cold.

We're shocked. Shocked, I tell you. (It's like finishing finals. Big huge push and then down for a couple of days as your immune system hits the eject button. The exposure to con crud from Boskone and overtired is not helping either, I'm sure.)

If you want me, I'll be reading Watership Down in a peppermint-scented tub.

The good news is, my shiny new 19 inch flatscreen monitor should be here today. (It was actually here yesterday, but I was out taking the truck to the doctor and a bunch of packages to the post, so they did not leave it, as is right and proper. I live in a sketchy neighborhood, though larbalestier would say it is dodgy.)

And then I will have like, 75% more desk.

(I typed, with my facility for near-homophone typos when I am tired, "19 inch flatscreen minotaur." This probably tells you more than you need to know about the neurology of how my brain stores words. Any descriptions of aphasia in recent works may or may not be taken from the author's actual experience.)

Man, it sounds like the storm damage in the Midwest and Southeast is bad. Twenty deaths from twisters. *wince* Thank you, mallet of perspective, as britgeekgrrl would say.

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My housemate's Computermeister pal gave her his old box when he upgraded, and we acquired a flatscreen to go with it. It is Da Bomb. The Presumptuous Cat will greatly enjoy the new acreage--ours have.

We spent most of the afternoon and part of the evening twitching here, and hoping things would miss. We were glad to be missed, but man, what a mess things are where they weren't.
Yeah.

I am glad you were missed, also.
Besides the victims and immediate families in Dothan, I have to feel for the school administrators--they can never be sure if holding the students inside or sending them home is the better choice, and schools are not, in general, the right sort of building to be when a tornado hits.

This isn't just my crabby old peson routine--we did not used to have so many violent storms this time of year--they showed up from time to time farther south this early, but weren't likely to turn up in places like Kansas and Missouri this early.
Yeah.

Just yeah.
If you're not going to write a story about a a 19-inch flatscreen minotaur, can I?
*gifts*
OOOooo shiny picture. Thank you for the photo and the link. It should actually help give me a good visualization for a story I'm working on right now.
I thought I was the only person who made typos like that.

i've heard that every girl needs a 19" minotaur.
And I, meanwhile, managed to misread that you were going to go soak in a "pepperoni-scented bath." I was kind of like, "Well, if that floats your boat..." until I re-read it.
mmm.

pepperoni.
That picture is gorgeous. I want to hang it on my wall.

Are there sketchy parts of West Huffah? I grew up in Darien, home of the free and white, down on the gold coast. We had no sketchy or dodgy sections.

A 19 inch minotaur? the mind boggles. Like some kind of weird furrie fanfic gone awry.
There are actually some fairly sketchy parts of WH, yeah. I'm not in the sketchiest--but I'm a block from Prospect.
Let's get back to the masturbation, indeed. Ahem.

I guess I thought it was all nice and just Hartford itself was grody. Only went there to see yes in 1984 and to get list making a wrong turn from I91.

What kind of truck do you own? I just got a lovely Nissan Frontier. I wuv irt.
I have a 1990 Chevy s10. Because I am a starving artist!
Dang, girl! I'm doing the best I can to keep you afloat! I'd go out and get your other books I have on hold at Longfellow books but it's snowing too much. And the new truck ain't insured yet.

The S10 is the shizz, though. I leased mine through the biz. Because four wheel drive in Maine is necessary like water to fishes.
It's a brave little toaster, that truck. Made it over the Rockies with a cracked valve cover, once.

It's in for multiple organ transplants now--new clutch, exhaust manifold, serpentine belt, and other miscellaneous maintenance. *g*
I pray for your vehicle, m'lady.
Engine compression still good, body still sound.

She'll pull through.
Yes, but what about the truck?