A little pick-up game of two-on-two basketball. It’s me and a woman co-worker versus two of the adult contestants from the “What Do Kids Know?” game from Magnolia. (There are some remarks and gestures that make me think that our opponents think that she and I are together but there’s nothing lusty or unchaste about […]
In the tradition of “1st 503” and “another 507” here is the first 509 words of chapter 3: Gregor says openly that his skeptical analysis is for the sake of crewism. At this point it is as much about all of us making it out alive as it is about getting that damn cone as […]
Yes. That is my cat. My cat licking the wooden banister. No. I don’t understand it either. currently playing: fleep… “Three By Four”
Earlier this week, I linked out to an article about “why Web 2.0 will end your privacy” and then (via B^2) I see this one on “hot products from the future“. I immediately thought of the printed Wired‘s back-page monthly feature “FOUND ARTIFACTS FROM THE FUTURE!” that I so enjoy. Of course, the convergence point […]
First and foremost: A. & I will have a place to live! Our offer was accepted and the wheels are in motion to move back to Burlington. We’ll miss Barre. We will not miss our commutes. Despite the excitement, we kept it pretty chill tonight. A quick trip out for a celebratory dessert and then […]
As we’d made an offer on a place Wednesday afternoon and it was good through noon Friday (today)… A. & I are on the proverbial pins & needles plan waiting to hear back. The suspense is truly like a scraper on my stomach lining. Less than three official on-the-record hours to go.
The Indexed Phobia List confirms that “ambulo” and “thanato” are good roots to use in my zombie-phobia neologism. (And Dictionary.com confirms that “ambulo” is the preferred prefix in the phobia realm for “walking”.) Little piece off bit-tech.net on “Why Web 2.0 will end your privacy” (at least, your privacy as you know it … spime-watch […]
Her room is up a flight of concealed stairs that wrap around the exterior of the building. (Very Vermont.) The building is house-like. Impossible to see, it feels like a huge Victorian. Maybe six bedrooms. Maybe haunted. Definitely cut up for rentals. Her room is up that flight of stairs. Stairs to nowhere. Stairs that […]
A friend 1 remarked: does anyone else find it strange (or even cares for that matter) that there is no bonafide phobia name for an irrational fear of zombies. there is one for vampires, werewolves, and i think even mummies. but no zombies?! i demand action! So I proposed: ambulothanatophobia The irrational fear of the […]
And so early in the week, too: who needs the NSA when you have Wal-Mart? (via Warren Ellis)