May. 10th, 2003

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Why isn't this more common (or at least more commonly found by me..)?

Picked up a couple of groups recently who're primarily instrumental - REAL instruments, but with some significant mixing. They're filed halfway between electronic and World/Fusion, and I found them solely because of the shotgun effect I'm using on the poor site I'm getting it off of. Gorgeous stuff. One of the groups has a simply _beautiful_ saxophonist, while the other has a great female vocalist and some lovely uses of slide guitar.

*shrug* Just happy I'm getting some music which isn't pure synth and isn't pure angst...

Writing coming along on the once-off. Slowly getting more flesh on it. I still have no idea when it'll run if ever. Probably not for con this year unless I finish it right quick (in my Copious Free Time), and I get around to typing it all up, because everyone knows I can't read my own writing. I want a tablet PC, durnit. I could _so_ make use of one. But so expensive, and probably sucks batteries like a hoover.

Of course, before I get a tablet PC, I'ma gonna get me an iPod, cuz while having a 64MB MP3 player's nice, having a 60GB one is ... well... still larger than my entire collection, and therefore much cooler.

</"and while I'm dreaming, I'd like a pony">

Is there any shorter way to aptly describe what I was doing than the above phrase? Inquiring minds want to know. The above is quoted from Suzie Derkins, points for recognizing her and the quote :-)

I collect stray quotes, as all have noticed, and it frustrates me when I can't recall one. It should therefore come as no surprise that I'm particularly frustrated by not being able to recall the whole bit about the Red King in Through the Looking Glass... when you consider that I currently have a Lewis Carroll compendium directly in front of me. Holding up my monitor so I don't get neckstrain. Beneath a calculus book and a particularly archaic book on welding.

...

If you hear a crash, it's because I've drug the book out and my monitor is resting solely on bad science-fiction.


"It's only the Red King snoring", said Tweedledee.
"Come look at him!" the brothers cried, and they each took one of Alice's hands, and led her up to where the King was sleeping.
"Isn't he a lovely sight?" said Tweedledum.
Alice couldn't say honestly that he was. He had a tall red night-cap on, with a tassel, and he was lying crumpled up into a sort of untidy heap, and snoring loud -- "fit to snore his head off!" as Tweedledum remarked.
"I'm afraid he'll catch cold with lying on the damp grass," said Alice, who was a very thoughtful little girl.
"He's dreaming now," said Tweedledee: "and what do you think he's dreaming about?"
Alice said "Nobody can guess that."
"Why, about you!" Tweedledee exclaimed, clapping his hands triumphantly. "And if he left off dreaming about you, where do you suppose you'd be?"
"Where I am now, of course," said Alice.
"Not you!" Tweedledee retorted contemptuously. "You'd be nowhere. Why, you're only a sort of thing in his dream!"
"If that there King was to wake", added Tweedledum, "You'd go out - bang! - just like a candle!"


...

Well, the monitor is now resting on bad science fiction and good fantasy.

The Red King's Dream is one of my favorite images. Sort of surreal and disturbing, 'if the sleeper wakes' kind of stuff. One of the better old stories I read when I was younger. If you haven't read both Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking-glass, you're missing out on some choice stuff. OTOH - *drags the book out again* - if you want to make things utterly surreal, try parsing some of Carroll's syllogisms, which he used when he wrote a book on symbolic logic:


(1)Every one who is sane can do Logic
(2)No lunatics are fit to serve on a jury
(3)None of your sons can do logic
-----
Solution for the thing )

The conclusions, of course, are put somewhere else, so you get stuck with the first three elements, wondering what the hell you're - oh. I suppose that makes sense. That kind of thing.

Carroll also came up with the game of Doublets, among other things, which has survived neatly to this day and was apparently in Vanity Fair for a time:
HOOK a FISH: HOOK hock huck husk hush hash dash dish FISH - that kind of thing.

Run COMB into HAIR. I dare ya. If you do that, stow FURIES in a BARREL.
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Seriously. I've read this before, and it still drops me on occasion. Read the below if you want to enjoy a great deal of computer RPG humor, particularly involving an artist bringing Moogles to Morrowind.

http://www.machall.com/morrowind/
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I would like to know what lesson this is trying to teach me. I spent all week trying in one fashion or another to get this dinner together - I want to have a nice, Mexican meal with some friends, as many as possible, ideally. Finally iron it out for late Saturday evening, and contact everyone.

Got a call from Candace about 5 minutes ago. She wanted me to go play Deep Green - her newest COC game.

If it were ANYTHING but right fucking now, right when I've fought to get this together in some way, I'd be on top of that in a moment. Currently, it strikes me that it's telling me to be a passive sheep in life and not try to plan anything, but what the hell kind of message is that?

So yeah, I'm going to have the best damn dinner I've had all week with my best friends, and I'm only going to be flaming pissed that things have conspired against me this way in the back of my mind. That part of my mind with the flames and the pitchforks and the guy in the nice clothes that says 'hey, ditch your friends, it's not important to accomplish anything in life, have fun!

It'll only cost your soul....'

WHO DID I PISS OFF?

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