January 31st, 2008

Triskele

Transports

I didn't hear back from the shop for quite some time. I finally did the thing that would guarantee a call: I went back to bed.

And then trudged back up to look at what he'd found. The catalytic converter hangs down a little lower than the engine, and every time I've bottomed out the car, I've been hitting its lower flange.

Eventually, this has caused a weld further downstream to completely crack.

He could replace it for $1,100, but suggested I find a muffler shop to weld it. I'll hopefully get on that tomorrow.

He also pointed out a bubble in one of the rear tires. The front set are getting baldish, so I just ordered a complete set from Costco.

Then I finally got some sleep.

I woke up just after 5:00pm, in time to clean up, gather timenchanter and his mashed potatoes, and head to the Hamptons.

An excellent evening with excellent people and fine food. k_magic's curry was especially wonderful.

This was the first time for candiddani, koc_hex, and Harmony/Steve. They all assimilated well, as one would expect.

Personally, I got drunk and curled up on kshandra. She didn't seem to mind too much.

Actually, that was the start of the evening. I actually sobered up a little and talked to people after that.

It was quite a large party, with many people that I'm simply not going to list.

Though it was great to see raininroses, amor_ereptor, and wissavix after all this time. Great people all, and Krista's ass looked very nice in her new tracksuit.

Or is that creepy?

The remnants right now are myself, cekyr0 and Timmie. They have some goal they must reach in Wii Bowling.

I suspect I may be here for a while yet. At least it finally occurred to me that the headache might be more hangover than sinus pressure. Liberal application of water seems to have cleared it right up.
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Earth

Reposted with permission, and some enthusiasm



I was just reading another article where a Boston official claimed they "acted appropriately." This is a city that is on some kind of psychosis-driven mission to protect the world from LEDs. Just ask Star Simpson.

Goodness forbid anyone install LED lighting at the Big Dig. It might illuminate a real reason to be in terror...
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Eye

Sleep to Dream

It's been a fairly dream-laden day. I of course only have snippets.

This morning a (supposedly evil) white reptilian creature was apparently being defeated in a battle. The battle itself was actually somewhat distant - the important thing was that in its last moments, it called for its minions to come help it.

There were several names roared. The only one I remember was "The Rapist." Apparently I pun even while asleep.

The assumption was that it was planning to suck the life and energy out of what were, in fact, its creations, in order to replenish its own.

For some reason the minions in question were busy running the other way. Most of them by finding water to hide in. There was a really cool framed shot at the beginning of the sequence, with the camera on the level of what must have been a small concrete boat pier or something, looking down a long rain-slicked sidewalk at night, with a high, ivy-covered wall on the right.

Little undefinable white glowy things would appear in the distance. There'd be an increasing scrabbling sound, a sudden silence as they went off camera, then a "ploosh."

In another location, some of the larger ones were climbing down into a pool. One looked over to where the fight was going, and said "Sorry, Boss - you were flawed." Just then there was a huge white flash...

The one this afternoon was much more complicated and varied, and I'm not sure I even remember enough to write about. The main character was a Trickster type, of generally the good variety. A great deal of his power had been taken away, and he was being hunted.

The style of the environment is hard to describe. Mostly realistic, but just slightly off. Like real places painstakingly molded from plasticine.

There was a seaside colonnade (actually, more Romanesque archways), painted pink, with an interior cool and inviting compared to the harsh sun outside.

There was an interior shot - red wall, white rococo accents - where our protagonist was getting an ally - or at least getting away - by demonstrating huge powers of fire, nearly incinerating someone. He needed to get away soon, though, or the lymph from the burns soaking through the arm-length glove on his right hand would show too much.

And he needed to shake someone's hand...
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