Happy birthday brenda!
Mal ,'Ariel'
Natter 47: My Brilliance Is Wasted On You People
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Not really. My sister and a friend are coming up on Friday night, and then we're going to Milwaukee on Saturday for a costume party at her local pub. It'll work.
At some point I'll have a nice birthday dinner, because work gave me a $100 gift cert that I plan to use here: [link]
Actually a very nice dinner, because I still have the one they gave me last year, too.
I'm in good mood today, largely because I spent some time rearranging my living room last night and, apart from somehow slicing open my thumb, I'm pretty pleased with the results.
Wired magazine asked a bunch of famous authors to write six-word long stories. Here are some:
Epitaph: Foolish humans, never escaped Earth. - Vernor Vinge
Computer, did we bring batteries? Computer? - Eileen Gunn
It cost too much, staying human. - Bruce Sterling
We kissed. She melted. Mop please! - James Patrick Kelly
His penis snapped off; he’s pregnant! - Rudy Rucker
Internet “wakes up?” Ridicu - no carrier. - Charles Stross
Machine. Unexpectedly, I’d invented a time - Alan Moore
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. - Margaret Atwood
Batman Sues Batsignal: Demands Trademark Royalties. - Cory Doctorow
Help! Trapped in a text adventure! - Marc Laidlaw
Bush told the truth. Hell froze. - William Gibson
Unsurprisingly, Alan Moore's is the most clever.
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. - Margaret Atwood
Bush told the truth. Hell froze. - William Gibson
Heh.
Happy Birthday, brenda!
Longed for him. Got him. Shit. - Margaret Atwood
Preach it, sistah.
Oh, there's a bunch more 6-word stories at the link. Including a bunch that aren't in the print edition. The print version, OTOH, has a bunch of funky typesetting stuff for the stories.
And that bastard Clarke refused to make his story six words.
I particularly like Charlie Stross's, for the same reason Moore's is good: the play with narration.
I'm mostly blocking out the artificial office small talk with my iPod, but every time someone passes by the receptionist's desk on the other side of my cube and asks if it's Friday yet, I go a little bit more Dexter inside.
But as long as the animals still like me, y'all should be safe.