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Ah, luxurous project!
This reminds me of a story.
And when Keda points her
microdish at the sky again, her programs proudly report that they
have driven off the digital assault with only minor resource losses
(although the financial impact on the other front has been more
severe), and that they have composed a poem.
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Keda tells them to keep at it.
Are people around you saying "tops down" instead of "top-down"
(As in, "This is the kind of system that really has to be
designed tops down.")
Or is it some odd local thing?
I suspect it's due to an amusing generalization of an error,
where in someone's mind "Bottoms up!" (the common toast)
fuses with "bottom-up" (the opposite of "top-down"), and
then by a back formation we get "tops down".
Isn't nature wonderful?
("Here's to the sun: oft may it rise!
Bottoms up, boys; here's mud in your eyes!")
Various updates to the Sims Stories
list, including a Cool New Logo on the page itself (ph33r my
l33t f0t0sh0p ski11z!),
Brandi goes platinum (and other stories
from that house),
Double Beds come to the Bright house,
Vandalism at Rooms to Let
(more f0t0sh0p), and just now posted,
Transitions, also at Rooms to Let (Joan goes off
to college, and Sandy moves in with amusing results).
The game continues to hold me firmly in its grip.
And I haven't even installed the new "Night Life" expansion pack (although
I did get it for my birthday; did I already mention that?).
I think that I shall never try
a food so tasty as a pie
I'm trying to find the website you used to talk about where
participants deconstruct each other's posted visuals, or
whatever that process should be called. I remember it
had "baby" in the title: does it still exist? (I thought
maybe "neobaby" but can't find any such beast extant.)
Curvature of the Earth Overwhelmed With Sims
"If they linked the anti-missile lasers with the in-seat
entertainment systems" ... Now that's an incentive for flying!
Game mods we'd love to see.
Oh dear, dear, dear! Our research service is very slow, I'm afraid.
The site you're looking for is
and hopefully you've known that for a month now.
Do you think there will ever be in-flight electronics that let
passengers digitally interact? (Virtual poker, Halo deathmatch,
racing simulations, maybe even Wikis! But of course no
teledildonics, narf narf. (Oops, mind tumbling into the
I dreamed last night that we were buying the little daughter
a horse, and only at the last minute did it occur to us that
there wasn't really anywhere to keep it, and that maintaining
it would be kind of expensive.
It was nice to wake up...
For what we do presage is riot in grosse,
for we are brethren of the Rosie Crosse;
We have the Mason Word and second sight.
Things for to come we can fortell aright.
So I got this Very Cool piece of mail today, in the mail,
from the Rosicrucian Order, AMORC, and on the front it
says "What's the secret?" and it opens up in amusing
ways (they've put some effort into the User Experience
aspects here) and it's got high production values and
cool pictures of like
Da Vinci's Vitruvian
Man all over it, and stars and baroque patterns and stuff
all over the background, and it's got a password ("N494") that
I can go and enter on
the Secret dot org and stuff,
and on the website they've got like
of their pamphlets and order forms for their
correspondance courses on secret knowledge passed down from
the Egyptian mystery religions, and calendars of events
for your local Rosicrucian temples, and
all sorts of stuff.
I find all of this really really appealing at some level.
(Have I talked about this before?)
I'm sure in lots of nearby universes I spend my life
happily (or tragically) delving into the secret wisdom of
the opening up of personal and cosmic potential through
dedicated Inner Work, cultivating the community of
esoteric seekers, and all like that.
It sounds like so much fun.
a New Approach to Mind, Consciousness, and Reason", by Robert E. Watson,
B.A. (OXON), MSc, from the online journal Rose+Croix, 2005.)
on the AMORC and
the Rosicrucians in
I got a late birthday present that M had ordered for me and forgotten
about and then it came.
It's this amazingly cool PlayStation 2 game called
(Although it should really be "Katamari Damashii".)
And it involves using the two analog joysticks to control this
little green guy as he rolls everything in sight (soy sauce packets,
matches, thumbtacks, candy, playing cards, Lego blocks,
pencils, batteries, snails, crabs) into a ball that gets bigger
and bigger as the game progresses (I'm still at the "rolling around
on tabletops gathering up stationary" level, but I gather that
later on you're like rolling up buses and skyscrapers and entire
cities and stuff).
and dialog and general atmosphere is bizarre and
surreal and hysterical, like I dunno Peter Max with a really
Let's all become Rosicrucians!
Rosicrucians playing Katamari Damacy!!!!!
I tell ya, it's extremely motivating to do all the thinking
and speculating 'way in advance, but put off the actual
implementation until a day or two before the deadline.
Cuts down on the spare time for weblogging though, narf narf!
But we knew that, eh?
Today's flickr lesson in the structure of reality:
clusters of desire are
"woman girl beauty", "love passion longing",
"sanfrancisco muni streetcar", and
And finally in
latest Sims developments Brandi Letourneau is our
second PermaPlatinum character (and now she wants to get
back into the world-domination game; I guess rhinophrenology
got old fast).
And that's all!
You're welcome to stick around and play with the
fragments of ultimate being and munch on the
(what are those things called?) things, but I've
got to get busy!
Or perhaps get to sleep!
Once again I find myself
searching in vain for really good insults to scream at the
car radio during the news.
Most of our insults seem to be about taboo body parts
and bodily functions (which isn't really what I want),
or about people's intelligence.
But intelligence isn't really The Thing.
I mean, I know plenty of people who are not all that
intelligent, but whose company I far prefer to certain
people of much higher intelligence,
and who (most relevantly) I would be insulting if I
were to compare them to those people (rather than the
other way around).
When screaming insults at, say, a lying corrupt politician,
it seems like there ought to be insults that refer
directly to the qualities of lying and corruption
rather than excrement or low intelligence.
Karl Rove isn't an idiot (we'd probably all be
better off if he were).
He's a scoundrel, a villain, a rotter.
Now why do all the insults we have that concern moral
character rather than intelligence or
comparisons to excrement sound so quaint and dated?
I will resist drawing the obvious conclusions
about The Moral Decay of Society.
But what's the actual explanation?
Got a wonderful fortune in a fortune cookie the other day;
I meant to save it so I could scan it and post it,
but I forgot to.
You are very pretty.
which I thought was sweet.
Hubris o' the Day:
**The color Blue is a Trademark of The Dow Chemical Company
and see the MeFi thread.
Thanks to Ian, who noticed it cited on
Old New Thing.
Today's flickr observation:
for "David" are (logically enough in retrospect):
"florence, italy, michelangelo",
"family, dad, mom",
"wedding, reception, groom",
"friends, portrait, people", and
"beach, vacation, florida".
(Although "Florida" is perhaps a bit surprising.)
word count dot org started
working again, and I can report that the neighborhood of "chess"
boiled clinging thanked chemist
chess factions terrorism doubted auckland
which is a bit worrying.
I also found
"mighty skipperish marsh weekends exploded vivid mice offshore".
Just in case you were wondering.
News Quote o' the day:
rabbit is expected to remain on the mountain side until 2025".
From the little daughter:
The Grand List
Of Console Role Playing Game Clichés:
Wait! That Was A Load-Bearing Boss!
86. Defeating a dungeon's boss creature will frequently cause
the dungeon to collapse, which is nonsensical but does make for
thrilling escape scenes.
(Oh, and the
for "sleeping" are basically
cats, dogs, babies, black and white portraits, and the NYC subway.
It's the structure of the universe, man.)
International Symposium on Wikis!
For Sims fans, I've made
a page with links to all my Sims
stories (or all the ones that I remembered to put links
to on that page, anyway).
Includes at least one not yet linked from the log here
(because I just posted it today):
The Bright Household.
Just brief notes on my experiences running one of the pre-built
households that came with the University expansion; it was fun.
Look behind you!
No. Every time you say that I fall for it, and this time
there's nothing there either.
I'm not falling for that one again.
You were eaten by a grue!
Actually, don't look just yet . . .
Why, what can you . . . hey, my wife's gone all crystallized, wise guy!
Look behind you! They were all shouting at once;
but it was too late, much too late. Before he could
do anything, Iris had performed on him the much-feared "Rear Admiral".
It's a Perl Nomic! http://www.perlnomic.org/ Aaaah!
a monkey on a bicycle!
Good answers all (Iris Chacon?).
I am thoroughly freaked out by (and highly recommend figuring
out, if you're inclined that way) the Perl Nomic.
I wonder if it was at all inspired by
Agora thesis? (local copy)