I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Linkee-poo takes pain pills

Finished up the cement project, or at least this part of this. If you ever get the notion to do demo of cement as a DYI project, just say no. I feel like I've been beaten with baseball bats. My knee is skinned up. I can barely get out of my seat. Moving in any direction elicits pain. So what should have been a full on work turned into a "get the bare minimum done. And even that kicked my ass. This week will be interesting.

Congrats to all the Hugo winners (and nominees). Also congrats to Jay Lake and Ken Scholes for hosting. It's amazing to me that I've met many of those people.

Alice Cooper to design Halloween maze at Universal Studios Hollywood. It's good to know he can still ride that gravy train (my guess is it'll just be his approval and name). (Grokked from Stewart Sternberg).

For all the breast beating and armchair generaling from the US about how we should be involved in Libya, then we were and the argument was we shouldn't be, the the argument was "how our president messed up by how he got involved", the insurgents are marking marching into Tripoli.

2 comments:

Unknown said...

Heh. Don't you mean "marching"?

Somehow, "marking" gives me the image of the rebels waving black Sharpies and leaving squiggles on the walls as they come into Tripoli...

Steve Buchheit said...

Well, I did say I was in pain. :) Although it is typical for an army (especially one made up of irregulars) to leave markings along wall as they pass. The looting and pillaging may have been left in the past, but the other parts of the tradition live on.