Sep. 23rd, 2010

bodlon: (who - Rory is fucking ACES)

My skull has been trying these past couple of days to evict the rest of my head, which precipitated an early return home yesterday, as well as a total lack of useful blogging. Had I not been feeling rubbish enough that I was mostly only good for e-mail games of Lexulous, two episodes of Merlin, and eating the spaghetti my mother sent up from the basement, I might have mentioned that there’s a new Win But Fail up this week, and it’s about a 2006 documentary called Camp Out.

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radishthulhu as specimen Radishthulhu has officially been immortalized as a bit of writing office scenery. The specimen jar is heat-sealed (canning, basically) and filled with a vinegar blend. My friend J.C. Hay pointed me to the PDF version of the Miskatonic tags, which I filled out using my cheap-ass fountain pen after I stained the paper with tea and potting soil. I want to use a cork stopper to make a base at some point, but it’s amazing the things I don’t seem to have around the house…

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I’ve been doing the early rising thing again. It happened by accident this past weekend, but I’ve done it more or less intentionally these past couple of days and I’m finding that it might well be a better fit for me than working in the evenings, at lunch, etc. right now. It’s hard to come home from work and want to work some more, especially since I’ve got other commitments a few nights a week right now.

Nobody wants or needs me at five o’clock in the morning. Even the dogs are like, “What? No. We’re asleep. Go away.”

We’ll laugh at this at Gallifrey One when I pass out in my fries over dinner, I’m sure.

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Danielle Steel claims she doesn’t write romance. Er, what now?

This take on Prufrock made my week in the most deliciously bittersweet way possible. May not make sense if you’re not knee-deep in Internet culture.

Supreme Court Justice Scalia says 14th Amendment doesn’t apply to women. Now, my formal training in law consists entirely of a semester of business law in high school which I mostly spent drawing dumb cartoons, but…uh, no? Particularly because his claim of holding an originalist position doesn’t square with his actual work.

I may be feeling irrationally acquisitive, but these are kind of neat and I might like to own a couple.

Memo to my state legislature: you suck. Thank you, Governor Nixon, for not signing this garbage.

So I was chatting with a friend earlier this week about insect proteins, and my general squeamishness about them in spite of the fact that I spent part of my adolescence swallowing lightning bugs in hopes that I’d start to bioluminescence. In light of that, this article feels quite timely.

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