Not that anyone would care, but if you roll your own software from source (like I do, and so should you, at least, on this box) and are compiling Firefox, don’t include the Pango dependencies. It helps. A lot.
Congratulations to the crew of the USS Lake Erie on a successful orbital intercept. Pics plz.
There is a lunar eclipse going on right now and I cannot see it myself with all the clouds and rain. I am not happy with this. NOT HAPPY.
I just came in from outside to look at the uniform gray of my night sky. I cannot see a moon. Sigh.
Ok, time for late night pondering the seriousnesses of our time. Evidently we’ve come to the period we must go through to elect a new president, and as much as I’ve tried to avoid it, it presses into my little world and makes itself known.
So we have the following:
Hillary Clinton: To paraphrase Reagan, this would be like buying back the old lemon you traded in at the car dealership 8 years ago. It seems to me she’s willing to say anything she can to get what she wants, which is control of the party apparatus in the form of the presidential bully pulpit.
Barack Obama: The fuzzy candidate. Just what does he stand for, really? Hope for change? A change of hope? Changing the face of hope? Hopeful in the face of change? All I know is, I have a flag lapel pin on my backpack, along with Denmark. And the regimental crest of 1/37 Armor.
John McCain: Keating Five McCain? Yeah, that one. I feel…ambivalent. He’s pushed through some astonishing WTF legislation in his time, and being Texan, has some folks on his personal staff that rankle my personal ire.
Mike Huckabee: Eh?
Ron Paul: HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA! I look forward to his return to private life when ousted by NEOCON ENABLERS FROM THE FIFTH DIMENSION.
Don’t forget Cynthia “The Mouth” “J00z kicked me out of office” McKinney is on the slate for the Green Party, so don’t forget to dimple the chad in her direction. Snork.
This is one of my favorite test renders. The textures all came out nearly perfect, along with the glass reflections and refractions. I don’t even mind that the wood texture looks a little of, too glossy, but so what.
Cold medicine and antihistamines do something to me in my sleep. Not sure what it is, but Benedryl can really kick off intense REM states, good enough for Technicolor.
The other day (I sleep during the day) I found myself in something that looked like an Apollo command module. Nobody else was present, but there were stars outside and I could hear the crackle of comms with Mission Control telling me I had to give my oxygen tanks a stir. It just so happens I know which switch that is, so I flipped it and immediately regretted doing so, not because anything exploded, but something behind the panels began leaking and water began spraying out of some PVC tubing.
“This can’t be good,” I thought, because I knew perfectly well that if my panels short out, I can’t control the spacecraft. I open the panels and try to plug the leaking, but its coming out of holes in the pipes, dropping down to the floor and starting to puddle up…
…and that’s when I realized that the water wasn’t forming globular shapes, its making a puddle on the floor. I’m not in orbit, I’M DREAMING! And I wake up. Plus, I have to pee.
I realize that “hammered” can have multiple connotations. I apologize. I meant “the flu bug bit me on the ass”.
See, I have two half sisters, my mom and step mom, and who knows who else in my family reading this. I can just see one of them getting shocked over the thought that I might be inebriated, soused, drunk.
I retract my earlier statement and wish to revise and extend with “sick, plain sick”. I didn’t go on a bender and throw up for three days. HONEST.
Man, I got hammered over the weekend and didn’t even get to enjoy it. Not yet fully recovered, either. I got off work and was feeling fine Sunday morning, trotted down to the local Fiesta because they are the only local store that has proper pico de gallo (so I can put it on my omelets) and dropped right off to sleep on arrival at home base. Later that evening, NotDeskmerc graced me with her presence and we watched an episode of Planet Earf in HD, followed by a laughable Histronic Channel “Life After People”, where humans mysteriously vanished in a puff of rhetoric, and cats evolved into the flying squirrel niche, becoming inheritors of the decaying cities.
Mental note: in case all human society vanishes but myself, immediately flee to Hoover Dam, and learn how to keep mollusks out of the cooling pipes.
After she left, I puttered around a bit and did some more laundry, then started feeling…off. Took a nap, got up, found the world had become a very fuzzy place. The fuzzy was so extreme that I collapsed right back down again. I don’t remember much of anything until Tuesday afternoon, where I groggily called my boss and said there was no way I was coming in, and notified my relief of said not-cominginess, and collapsed once more.
Wednesday was pretty much the same, except that I actually went to work, which I regretted. I went to work again the next night and it isn’t so bad, but still, nothing like a virus to take the edge off your endurance.
Seems like I’m not the only one either. WIDESPREAD FLU!