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Feb. 28th, 2007 12:26 amCongratulations, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
meerkitty, on earning your number!
meerkitty, on earning your number!Mega congrats to the lovely n talented jordanwillow for landing a YA book contract. (And for writing the book that won the contract!)
(That's YA as in young adult, not yet another. Though maybe if she makes a habit of it...)
jordanwillow for landing a YA book contract. (And for writing the book that won the contract!)(That's YA as in young adult, not yet another. Though maybe if she makes a habit of it...)
Now You Can Pick Up Anything
Feb. 28th, 2002 11:40 amNow You Can Pick Up Anything; the chopstick game
You can play as either Carla or Karl. You need: prog's card table, a pair of chopsticks, prog's room, and prog.
Players take seats at prog's card table in prog's room that has prog in it. After choosing who goes first, they take turns choosing an interesting object on prog's table and trying to pick it up with the chopsticks, in the usual one-handed fashion. If successful, the object is added to that player's score pile. If unsuccessful, the object remains where it lands, or is returned to the center of the table should it happen to bounce into someone's score pile by accident.
You may dispute your opponent's picking-up method by turning around and asking prog about it, while he tries to read over in the corner. Unfortunately, he will always side with your opponent.
You can play as either Carla or Karl. You need: prog's card table, a pair of chopsticks, prog's room, and prog.
Players take seats at prog's card table in prog's room that has prog in it. After choosing who goes first, they take turns choosing an interesting object on prog's table and trying to pick it up with the chopsticks, in the usual one-handed fashion. If successful, the object is added to that player's score pile. If unsuccessful, the object remains where it lands, or is returned to the center of the table should it happen to bounce into someone's score pile by accident.
You may dispute your opponent's picking-up method by turning around and asking prog about it, while he tries to read over in the corner. Unfortunately, he will always side with your opponent.
I knew cthulhia was planning something nefarious for Mostly Looney Games Night this evening, since in this month's event announcement she was openly inviting people to mail her about planning birthday abuses for me, and furthermore I could see that she had successfully started a conspiracy, due to "tee-hee" posts in other people's journals.
I would like to think that what I encountered upon entering was a subset of the many things I imagined as possibilities, but these couldn't do justice to the reality: a Zendo cake, with marzipan Icehouse pieces and Jelly Belly marking stones (And a rule that I had to guess before anyone could eat it: A koan has the buddha nature if it is edible. (Counter-examples were ordinary plastic icehouse koans surrounding the cake.)) Plus, a Green Monkey cake! Yay. I hope someone really did get pictures...!pheromone?
And then we all had fun playing games for a few hours. Some people showed up who don't usually, too; Joe did, and Josh the GM, if only for a little while. Between all this, the various 'lectronic wellwishing I received, and even cards from distant family that alll arrived at once, I am a heppy ket, of the same variety as I have been more or less since First Night,
And then, just as with First Night, people got run over by cars again. Well, actually only almost, this time, but it was still scary. Stop doing that.
But, anyway. You all rock.
cthulhia was planning something nefarious for Mostly Looney Games Night this evening, since in this month's event announcement she was openly inviting people to mail her about planning birthday abuses for me, and furthermore I could see that she had successfully started a conspiracy, due to "tee-hee" posts in other people's journals.I would like to think that what I encountered upon entering was a subset of the many things I imagined as possibilities, but these couldn't do justice to the reality: a Zendo cake, with marzipan Icehouse pieces and Jelly Belly marking stones (And a rule that I had to guess before anyone could eat it: A koan has the buddha nature if it is edible. (Counter-examples were ordinary plastic icehouse koans surrounding the cake.)) Plus, a Green Monkey cake! Yay. I hope someone really did get pictures...!
pheromone?And then we all had fun playing games for a few hours. Some people showed up who don't usually, too; Joe did, and Josh the GM, if only for a little while. Between all this, the various 'lectronic wellwishing I received, and even cards from distant family that alll arrived at once, I am a heppy ket, of the same variety as I have been more or less since First Night,
And then, just as with First Night, people got run over by cars again. Well, actually only almost, this time, but it was still scary. Stop doing that.
But, anyway. You all rock.
The stuff about presents earlier was cuz cthulhia held an Epiphany get-togezzer@Coyote this evening.
Things I got:
Me am so happy.
cthulhia held an Epiphany get-togezzer@Coyote this evening.Things I got:
- JBE stciker
- JBE's "Don't Get Smart" CD (I swear to god I wasn't trying to drop hints earlier)
- "Satan has your nose" sticker
- "Rat Splatter" card game
- Festivus candles
- Diesel Cafe travel mug
- Diesel Cafe coffee bricklet
- Toy P(s)alm pilot
- Shiny blue hair
Me am so happy.
I couldn't have asked for a better weekend. Thanks to everyone I mentioned in the last several entries, and alsoqueue, Kit, and magid. And queue's hat. You all rock, and so does Boston. (I told Boston this, at the end of the fireworks.)
After helping them cheer for the fuzzy, fuzzycthulhia, who unfortunatley could not hear us from her place in the parade due to the tintinabulation all around, the hat and I made our solitary way to N&M's, where a Circle N member, posted on the front steps specifically to watch for visitors while the masters of Morgul were out buying burritos, failed to recognize me due to the giant hat consuming most of my head. I also didn't really recognize her, though I had no excuse. (Actually, I used the hat as an excuse as well, though we all knew that was pretty lame.) Then Noah rounded the corner, and we were all kind of embarrassed. Blah! But it was OK. The four of us killed Dr. Lucky and stopped Devil Bunny (I also got to hear the My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult song about devil bunnies -- more pointers dereferenced), and then the remainder of CircN dropped by, and much out-hanging was had until things got all palindromic around midnight.
The T ride home was the drunkest ever, though given the wide variety of drunk people the world has to offer, I could have done far worse than those sharing the car with me home. Lame, but happy, not hostile.
Tomorrow promises to be filled with not just more shoulder-rubbing with my wacky pals, but full-on world collision as representatives from circles N and J(s) might meet for the first time. I'm a little nervous, though I know it'll all be good.
queue, Kit, and magid. And queue's hat. You all rock, and so does Boston. (I told Boston this, at the end of the fireworks.)After helping them cheer for the fuzzy, fuzzy
cthulhia, who unfortunatley could not hear us from her place in the parade due to the tintinabulation all around, the hat and I made our solitary way to N&M's, where a Circle N member, posted on the front steps specifically to watch for visitors while the masters of Morgul were out buying burritos, failed to recognize me due to the giant hat consuming most of my head. I also didn't really recognize her, though I had no excuse. (Actually, I used the hat as an excuse as well, though we all knew that was pretty lame.) Then Noah rounded the corner, and we were all kind of embarrassed. Blah! But it was OK. The four of us killed Dr. Lucky and stopped Devil Bunny (I also got to hear the My Life With The Thrill Kill Cult song about devil bunnies -- more pointers dereferenced), and then the remainder of CircN dropped by, and much out-hanging was had until things got all palindromic around midnight.The T ride home was the drunkest ever, though given the wide variety of drunk people the world has to offer, I could have done far worse than those sharing the car with me home. Lame, but happy, not hostile.
Tomorrow promises to be filled with not just more shoulder-rubbing with my wacky pals, but full-on world collision as representatives from circles N and J(s) might meet for the first time. I'm a little nervous, though I know it'll all be good.
I would just like to say that Jim is a god among men.
Yesterday, at Arcus:
prog: (thinking grim thoughts about being trapped at home all day on Xmas with boring/insane family) The whole building will be closed tomorrow, won't it?
Jim: Would you like a key?
Note that I didn't even ask. I am savoring the key now. (This is how I am able to use LJ, after all.) Ahhh, yessss.
Let's see what I can get done this evening.
Yesterday, at Arcus:
prog: (thinking grim thoughts about being trapped at home all day on Xmas with boring/insane family) The whole building will be closed tomorrow, won't it?
Jim: Would you like a key?
Note that I didn't even ask. I am savoring the key now. (This is how I am able to use LJ, after all.) Ahhh, yessss.
Let's see what I can get done this evening.
An upshot of losing access to my Linux box for awhile is that I find myself encouraged to explore the arcana of my iBook, which runs OS X -- the operating system one cohort describes as FreeBSD with plastic no-slip bathtub flowers slapped all over it. So it is UNIX, really, and it's happy enough to admit as much, and though the face it presents most of the time is pure, kandy-koated Apple GUI goo, it doesn't flinch when you launch the Terminal application and plunge both arms to the elbow through the console window and into its guts.
I'm by no means a Unix expert, but I like to think I more or less know my way around, and I'm finding some neat stuff already. Allow me to quote from my laptop's factory-default
Dude, this is a user-readable file, authored by an Apple employee, front-and-center in every installation of Mac OS X. Yay.
I'm by no means a Unix expert, but I like to think I more or less know my way around, and I'm finding some neat stuff already. Allow me to quote from my laptop's factory-default
/etc/rc file, edited by Wilfredo Sanchez, a Darwin head honcho whom I actually had the pleasure of meeting at a MacWorld Expo that I (bizarrely) spoke at last year:## # Set shell to ignore Control-C, etc. # Prevent lusers from shooting themselves in the foot. ##
Dude, this is a user-readable file, authored by an Apple employee, front-and-center in every installation of Mac OS X. Yay.
