Keeping this short, I haven't posted in what feels like a millennium, and I definitely haven't blogged about anything important in at least two, so here are a run down of up coming bloggable topics:
* My new house (yes that one I rambled on and on about for ages in constructions its done.)
* My wedding
* My new wife (re: above)
* My honeymoon (re: above)
* Coordination, and my lack there of
* Stuff
* Other less organized thoughts, such that even stuff seems to organized a category for them (this category by definition falls into its own category.)
So stay tuned, and keep watching the stars
Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Monday, May 09, 2005
A quick note
For those of you who were bemused by the Scooby-Doo post I can not claim credit for the concept, only the presentation. The original idea for Scooby-Doo nowhere (other then of course Scooby-Doo) is from my friend Trevor, who labeled this discrete set of creepy location parameters as "Scooby-Doo Nowhere." Any licensing issues/violations can be directed to him ;)
Sunday, May 08, 2005
A new location classification scheme
...
Stuck at the side of the road, the radiator smoking in the cool night air, a chill fog hung on their shoulders like a shroud of death. A thin layer of water clung to there clothes, weighing them down and chilling there bones. The GPS couldn't get a signal through the dark clouds which forewarned of a frightful storm, the cell was dead as well. Only the shill twang of country banjos could be heard through the taunting of the radio static. As night settled on the lonesome duo, shadows grew from the trees. Shadows were the only fruit that would come to ripen on these trees, if you could call them that, wizened things, all a thorn and spindly. Their twisted forms loomed like wretched curmudgeons, old and filled with malice for vitality.
"Jase, where are we" asked the driver, his voice trembled with uncertainty.
Jase folded the old map, its corners dog eared with age, is creases ripping. "Nowhere Fred, we are in the middle of fucking nowhere!" His voice cracked with panic.
In a voice filled with wisdom beyond its years, and a confidence finding slim purchase on the edge of the unknown, Fred chided his navigator. "Nowhere? Nowhere is a one horse town, with a corner store and retirees, nowhere is bland, and boring, nowhere is not here. We're in Scooby-Doo nowhere now!"
Stuck at the side of the road, the radiator smoking in the cool night air, a chill fog hung on their shoulders like a shroud of death. A thin layer of water clung to there clothes, weighing them down and chilling there bones. The GPS couldn't get a signal through the dark clouds which forewarned of a frightful storm, the cell was dead as well. Only the shill twang of country banjos could be heard through the taunting of the radio static. As night settled on the lonesome duo, shadows grew from the trees. Shadows were the only fruit that would come to ripen on these trees, if you could call them that, wizened things, all a thorn and spindly. Their twisted forms loomed like wretched curmudgeons, old and filled with malice for vitality.
"Jase, where are we" asked the driver, his voice trembled with uncertainty.
Jase folded the old map, its corners dog eared with age, is creases ripping. "Nowhere Fred, we are in the middle of fucking nowhere!" His voice cracked with panic.
In a voice filled with wisdom beyond its years, and a confidence finding slim purchase on the edge of the unknown, Fred chided his navigator. "Nowhere? Nowhere is a one horse town, with a corner store and retirees, nowhere is bland, and boring, nowhere is not here. We're in Scooby-Doo nowhere now!"
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
Site Update, by reader request
As requested I have added three new comics to the comics section on the right hand nav, and I tried to reorganize the comics section to reflect their publishing schedule. The new comics are
Knights of the Dinner Table
CTRL-ALT-DEL
and
Pet Professional
Basically gaming nerds, 'hip' gaming nerds, and animal assassins. The last one might upset some readers.
All good comics, the first I used to read when it was published in Dragon Magazine (now you know which catagory I fall under.)
Enjoy, or not, your choice.
Knights of the Dinner Table
CTRL-ALT-DEL
and
Pet Professional
Basically gaming nerds, 'hip' gaming nerds, and animal assassins. The last one might upset some readers.
All good comics, the first I used to read when it was published in Dragon Magazine (now you know which catagory I fall under.)
Enjoy, or not, your choice.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Time Traveler Convention
The Time Traveler Convention
May 7, 2005, 10:00pm EDT (08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC)
East Campus Courtyard, MIT
42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W
(42.360007,-071.087870 in decimal degrees)
Site says it all...
May 7, 2005, 10:00pm EDT (08 May 2005 02:00:00 UTC)
East Campus Courtyard, MIT
42:21:36.025°N, 71:05:16.332°W
(42.360007,-071.087870 in decimal degrees)
Site says it all...
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