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Unstructured brain dump mode go!
Most favored wikipedia-surfing of the past several days: From the Graeae (Clash of the Titans had come up in conversation(tangent: The fact that I still don't own a mechanical owl is clear proof of the intrinsic unfairness of the universe)) to the Moirae, to the Norns (tangent the second: One of the stamps listed on that page is terrifying enough that I've decided to add "Sending mail to Denmark" on my list of "Things not to do when altered". Other recent additions to this list: "Playing Portal" and "Figuring out the resonant frequency of my eyeball" (Thanks Ari for that last.)), to Time and Fate Goddesses, to what is clearly the best named deity ever, Huh. I'm amused that the concepts of one million and infinity were apparently more or less interchangeable to ancient Egyptians, mainly because I enjoy thinking about the semiotic breakdown caused by the Year One Million Problem.
Finished Number Nine Dream, which continued in its early promises of excellence. After a brief detour on the BART ride home to read This Shape We're In, I've proceeded on to Ghostwritten. Only one more David Mitchell to go after that (Black Swan Green, already purchased and patiently awaiting its turn in the neverending queue (Aah-aah-aah-aaah-aaah-aaaah (That is some truly spectacular hair, even by 80s standards. You're really missing out if you don't revel in every second Limahl is on camera.))). Sadness.
Tangential to the unbearable attraction I feel to Limahl's hair, my continuing efforts to train amazon in my tastes have finally born sweet fruit. I had The Best of Falco recommended to me the other day. I feel like I've finally arrived... While I'm pasting "excellent" 80s videos, try this blast from the past
Hrm. Enough for now. More catching up tomorrow maybe.
Most favored wikipedia-surfing of the past several days: From the Graeae (Clash of the Titans had come up in conversation(tangent: The fact that I still don't own a mechanical owl is clear proof of the intrinsic unfairness of the universe)) to the Moirae, to the Norns (tangent the second: One of the stamps listed on that page is terrifying enough that I've decided to add "Sending mail to Denmark" on my list of "Things not to do when altered". Other recent additions to this list: "Playing Portal" and "Figuring out the resonant frequency of my eyeball" (Thanks Ari for that last.)), to Time and Fate Goddesses, to what is clearly the best named deity ever, Huh. I'm amused that the concepts of one million and infinity were apparently more or less interchangeable to ancient Egyptians, mainly because I enjoy thinking about the semiotic breakdown caused by the Year One Million Problem.
Finished Number Nine Dream, which continued in its early promises of excellence. After a brief detour on the BART ride home to read This Shape We're In, I've proceeded on to Ghostwritten. Only one more David Mitchell to go after that (Black Swan Green, already purchased and patiently awaiting its turn in the neverending queue (Aah-aah-aah-aaah-aaah-aaaah (That is some truly spectacular hair, even by 80s standards. You're really missing out if you don't revel in every second Limahl is on camera.))). Sadness.
Tangential to the unbearable attraction I feel to Limahl's hair, my continuing efforts to train amazon in my tastes have finally born sweet fruit. I had The Best of Falco recommended to me the other day. I feel like I've finally arrived... While I'm pasting "excellent" 80s videos, try this blast from the past
Hrm. Enough for now. More catching up tomorrow maybe.