The DM of the Rings

Neatorama sez:

The DM of the Rings is a webcomic by Shamus Young which imagines the characters of The Lord of the Rings movies as players in a Dungeons and Dragons campaign who consistently refuse to stay in-character.

When I moved back into my mom's house, my kitty at the time dug some sort of hole and crawled up into her boxspring to sleep. He was impossible to find!

I think I'll mark today off in the "win" column as the last day of my vacation. I finally slept in, bought delicious locally-grown tomatoes and blackberries at a nursery, got some light cleaning and a couple loads of laundry done, spent much of the afternoon poolside (I'd forgotten that the community center has a public pool in the summer, much cheaper than the YMCA), and am heading out for sushi in a little while. Now if the moderately hot pilot who's been asking me when we'd meet up can get his act together later tonight, it'll be just about perfect.

Many, many hairpats (and drinks if necessary) to Jessica and Kat. Two is amazingly delightful, except when it isn't, and when it isn't it isn't with a vengeance.

Matilda is possibly showing signs of three, or signs of something anyway. This morning she woke up and started meowing. When Hec and I went into the bedroom, she explained earnestly that she was a kittycat, and continued to meow (occasionally adding, "MIIIIIIILK!" just for variety) for nearly ten minutes while we exclaimed over her tail and whiskers. When I tried to grab one foot to kiss it and said, "Give me that foot," she pulled it away and informed me sternly, "That's my PAW, Mommy." We also have to filk "What's New, Pussycat?" endlessly for her. "Love you, Kittycat, meow-ow-ow," etc. And last night when she had a full diaper, she asked me to clean her kitty butt.

That's the news from the far side of two. I think billytea owes us an update from the other end of the infant spectrum.

In random news, holy crap, Triscuits with pepper are even better than I thought they would be!

At panerra - hiding from the heat , watching harper's island.

It is a bit stuttery at times, but I am weirded out by how little my life changes from seat to seat

This came up in a comedy show here last night (Good News Week). One contestant was arguing for the return of words like 'barren' and 'spinster'.

My parents' marriage license lists my mother as "spinster." She was 26. In 1967.

For using imaginary numbers in electronics stuff, they're basically used because it makes the calculations easier. If you let the voltage across a resister be a real quantity, the voltage across a capacitor be a negative imaginary quantity, and the voltage across in inductor be a positive imaginary quantity, then the way those voltages work together is exactly the way that real and imaginary numbers work together. You could do all the same calculations without using complex numbers, but it's just easier to do it with the complex numbers.

the way those voltages work together is exactly the way that real and imaginary numbers work together.

But, see, is it not INSANE that that is true? Right? It's insane? MATH IS CRAZY (AWESOME).

You could do all the same calculations without using complex numbers, but it's just easier to do it with the complex numbers.

This sounds very counterintuitive