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Oct. 28th, 2005 02:34 amAn interesting day. Lots of quiet, solitary Volity work, primarily on the game browser. With any luck this will be one of the last such days; tomorrow night the whole team is descending upon Somerville, and I'm hopeful that we'll have a clear idea of how we're gonna work and live for the new few months before everyone goes home again. It will be our first face-to-face meeting as a group, too.
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radiotelescope on the phone at one point, as part of planning the weekend. Notable in that it's the first time I've actually talked to him voice-wise since before we teamed up on this project last spring. Despite everything, I still have a natural aversion to breaking the code of silence established with someone I normally only type at. It's not something I think about much, but I know it's not an uncommon habit -- Gibson comments on it in Pattern Recognition -- and it's affected me since my BBS days.
For no clear reason, around 11pm I became very sad that I didn't go to a party that I was invited to many months ago. Maybe a year ago. It involved people I didn't know very well, but enough to at least start conversations, and tonight I chose to pine for what opportunities I might have forsaken to shyness or laziness. (Maybe I actually had something else to do that night, but I doubt it.)
I didn't feel bad about it at the time, but I recently watched a TV drama where someone invited someone else to a party, and suddenly I remembered this other thing, and I suspect it's been gnawing on me since then.
Thendoctor_atomic reappeared on AIM with a new computer. I learned yesterday from someone else that her Mac had taken ill some days past, and I realized that that moment that I hadn't spoken with her or even really thought about her for the same amount of time. Dear a friend as you may be, if you vanish from my screen, you're gone from my life. Isn't that terrible? It's no wonder I have over a year of social email backlog when I apparently can't even keep people in mind beyond my Buddy List. Ugh.
At least I beat Bowser. (Thank you for the hintsmrmorse.) And read the seventh volume of Transmetropolitain in maybe half an hour's time. Obviously I must like something about the series since I keep borrowing them from rikchik, or maybe better to say he keeps loaning them to me and I fail to howlingly protest. But I have to say my main reaction is "Whee I'm sure glad I didn't pay $3.95 per issue for this."
Reminds me: I did indeed keep reading A Storm of Swords and grudgingly admit I was premature in my earlier scorn-dumping over it, though I'm still annoyed at some authorial gimmicks Martin employs; whatever. Yes, I will read the next one.
Here is something I like. Beyond the obvious nerdy charm, it does something surprising towards the end that made me literally applaud, alone in my little house. Do you mean at the very end, where it No no, before that. Oh, OK.
Talked to
radiotelescope on the phone at one point, as part of planning the weekend. Notable in that it's the first time I've actually talked to him voice-wise since before we teamed up on this project last spring. Despite everything, I still have a natural aversion to breaking the code of silence established with someone I normally only type at. It's not something I think about much, but I know it's not an uncommon habit -- Gibson comments on it in Pattern Recognition -- and it's affected me since my BBS days.For no clear reason, around 11pm I became very sad that I didn't go to a party that I was invited to many months ago. Maybe a year ago. It involved people I didn't know very well, but enough to at least start conversations, and tonight I chose to pine for what opportunities I might have forsaken to shyness or laziness. (Maybe I actually had something else to do that night, but I doubt it.)
I didn't feel bad about it at the time, but I recently watched a TV drama where someone invited someone else to a party, and suddenly I remembered this other thing, and I suspect it's been gnawing on me since then.
Then
doctor_atomic reappeared on AIM with a new computer. I learned yesterday from someone else that her Mac had taken ill some days past, and I realized that that moment that I hadn't spoken with her or even really thought about her for the same amount of time. Dear a friend as you may be, if you vanish from my screen, you're gone from my life. Isn't that terrible? It's no wonder I have over a year of social email backlog when I apparently can't even keep people in mind beyond my Buddy List. Ugh.At least I beat Bowser. (Thank you for the hints
mrmorse.) And read the seventh volume of Transmetropolitain in maybe half an hour's time. Obviously I must like something about the series since I keep borrowing them from rikchik, or maybe better to say he keeps loaning them to me and I fail to howlingly protest. But I have to say my main reaction is "Whee I'm sure glad I didn't pay $3.95 per issue for this."Reminds me: I did indeed keep reading A Storm of Swords and grudgingly admit I was premature in my earlier scorn-dumping over it, though I'm still annoyed at some authorial gimmicks Martin employs; whatever. Yes, I will read the next one.
Here is something I like. Beyond the obvious nerdy charm, it does something surprising towards the end that made me literally applaud, alone in my little house. Do you mean at the very end, where it No no, before that. Oh, OK.