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|Sunday, May 27th, 2012|
|Debris from ex-projects
A while back, I had an idea to do a website covering out-of-print science fiction and fantasy novels and giving accurate blurbs. My general thought was that there is a lot of old science fiction and fantasy which nobody has ever heard of anymore, and while you can find just about all of it on Abebooks or Alibris, you have to actually know what you're looking for. The only place to really browse the stuff is a used book store, if you have one handy.
While it might have worked, I just never had the time to even work up a proper seed for it, much less rally the crowds that would fill it in properly. I gave up with the thought that Wikipedia has the subject somewhat covered. More recently, Singularity & Co.
popped up to approach the problem from a different angle.
But I did write a number of blurbs before I gave up, and I ran across them again recently. Here's one that I rather like:
Special Deliverance by Clifford D. Simak (1982)
Many of Simak's novels can be described in broad terms as "a group of people, typical of their society of origin, are drawn into a mysterious quest for an uncertain goal." That's a pretty vague formula and leaves Simak a lot of room for variations on the theme, but if you read enough of his work it does stand out as a repeating motif.
In this case, our protagonist is Edward Lansing, professor of English at a New England university in a United States which may be an alterniversal version, or perhaps just a slightly cockeyed vision of the near future. It doesn't really matter, because Professor Lansing is quickly presented with a minor mystery which he feels compelled to pursue, leading to greater mysteries, until he is shanghaied into another world entirely.
After walking far enough down the path through the woods on which he finds himself, Lansing encounters an inn, where he meets five others in similar circumstances. No two of the six come from the same world, and some of their worlds have histories which differ from Lansing's to the point of being unidentifiable. One of the few pieces of solid information which they are given is that other parties of a similar nature have arrived at the inn before, and that they leave following the path.
That's as weak an introduction as any band of hapless roleplayers ever got at the hands of a poor game master. Unfortunately for Professor Lansing and his fellows, they're living it and can't just go home, so they buy supplies and set out down the path, not sure where their goal may be found, or what it is, or even whether there is one.
|Thursday, January 26th, 2012|
|The Case of the Screaming Showerhead
My shower has always had a tendency to whistle, especially when I returned from a trip and it hadn't been used for a while, but it would do so for ten or fifteen seconds and then shut up. Now, however, it's constant.
Fortunately for my sanity and my hair, I found out that it's actually the diverter down in the faucet BEFORE I bought a new showerhead — and I discovered that pushing the knob down just a bit will stop it.
|Tuesday, January 10th, 2012|
|Dying by fire
What is it with my vacuum cleaners? The one previous to this caught on fire
. This one didn't, but on Sunday it started making louder and louder grinding noises from the brush. I stopped it several times but couldn't find any issues, and tried to convince myself that I was imagining it. Then I started smelling the burning and discovered that it was shedding bits of ground plastic.
I'll have to see what Fred Meyer has.
|Wednesday, January 4th, 2012|
|I Hate My Phone
There's nothing wrong with it as a gadget. It suffers from the same limitations as any other smartphone, but that's a subject for another post. It does what it does, and it does it well enough.
The problem is that, with one exception, I don't know anybody who calls me just to talk. So, when it rings, that means that something has gone wrong, and it's urgent, and I'm going to have to scrape up whatever shreds of Cope I have left. Especially after this last year, it's not much wonder that I want to run away and hide when I hear it go off. That I'll be lying in bed half asleep and hear it ring... except that if I get up and check, it didn't actually ring.
The sound for incoming text messages: not a problem! No shot of adrenaline, no tightening of the gut. Those are just friends, or Twitter notifications. Harmless.
It's just the damn ringtone.
|Sunday, April 3rd, 2011|
|The Adventure of the Toothpaste Cap
Yesterday morning while I was brushing my teeth, I dropped the cap to the tube of toothpaste. The sink is right next to the laundry closet, so I watched the cap skitter across the floor and disappear into the gap under the laundry closet door.
This is one of those things that is both completely insignificant and quite awkward at one and the same time. I know where the cap must be: it's under the clothes washer! Is it worth moving the washer to get the cap back? Do I even want
it back after it has been under there? No, and not really. But on the other hand, there's still a fair bit of toothpaste left in the tube. How do I keep it from drying up without a cap? What else could I put on there to seal it with? Maybe if I stuck the whole thing in a sandwich bag...
Fortunately, when I opened the door, it turned out that the cap was too big to get under the washer, and it was just sitting there in the two inches between the door and the front of the washer. Problem averted!
|Sunday, March 27th, 2011|
Hey, I'm still alive!
I did nothing today and I'm trying hard to not feel guilty about it. I enjoyed it very much.
|Sunday, September 12th, 2010|
|Monday, August 23rd, 2010|
|Tuesday, August 10th, 2010|
I think I'm only going to get one pumpkin this year. I had three big female flowers open up, not that far from the base of the vines, but there were NO male flowers open at all. They opened three or four days later — not helpful! Finally one more female opened and I hand-pollinated it, and I'm going to get a pumpkin from that. Since then, they have produced literally dozens of male flowers, but the only females have been little things way down the vines that have died without even opening.
Tall sunflower is tall. I think it's working on a flower up there.
The thing that was supposed to be a dollar plant is actually some random weed. I don't think the dollar plant seeds survived being mailed (they were sent out by my bank in an ordinary envelope). The dwarf papyrus is still looking a bit raggedy — it has a lot of stalks that are died on top during the winter, but the stalk is still alive.
The volunteer fern which I rescued out of the pot of the dead lupine has its own pot now and is very happy in the shade of the asparagus fern. Speaking of volunteer ferns and the asparagus fern, it has its own teeny little volunteer fern amidst all the volunteer moss.
Plus bonus cat.
|Monday, July 26th, 2010|
I should post pics of the pumpkin vines and the sunflower. I have fewer plants this year but my balcony is greener. Current Mood: tired
|Wednesday, July 7th, 2010|
|The secret is terrible but the story is not
So far I have read The Terrible Secret of Animal Crossing
three times. I've never played the game, but I have been exposed to enough info about it to have an idea of what the game is supposed to be about. The author starts off slowly, working with actual game dialog and scenarios to tell the story of Billy, a kid who thought he was going to summer camp and has ended up in something more like a prison, working all day to pay off a crushing debt for a cabin he never agreed to buy and having to scavenge his own food. From there, it builds into a strong horror story that is compulsively readable — and I don't even normally read horror!
|Tuesday, June 22nd, 2010|
I would love to buy this place
. I would have three or four separate places to live, little oases in expanses of otherwise empty rooms, which I could switch between as the mood struck me. And then I would live there while the building slowly fell apart around me. Maybe I could convince the local kids that the place was haunted. Current Mood: silly
|Friday, June 11th, 2010|
I bought an answering machine yesterday. Yes, they still make them. Granted, they're all digital, solid state, not like the two-tape jobbie (full-sized cassettes, too) which I bought in 1987, but still, answering machines. They're also a lot cheaper, only $15 instead of $80 or so.
I have a DSL line. The only way to get a DSL line around here is to have a POTS line. I don't really need it for anything, I can't even remember the number, but there it is. I have an old-fashioned line-powered phone, with a mechanical ringer no less, attached to it so that if my parents need to reach me in the middle of the night -- they're both elderly, and emergencies can happen -- they can call that number and it will definitely wake me up. Nobody else has that number and nobody should be calling it.
But, of course, wrong numbers happen, and everybody gets calls for the previous owner of whatever their number is. So it actually rings several times a week. I ignore it, because I know my parents will try my cell phone first, but it's always nerve-wracking, because maybe the reception is bad or something and it is them... or maybe it's the new phone company calling to tell me that I'm going to be charged five billion dollars a month for this line, and not screaming "oh god no" within the next five seconds constitutes acceptance of the new terms... Anyway, with an answering machine I can screen the calls and safely ignore the ones which are safe to ignore. And I can come home and find messages which were left despite an announcement saying that messages would be laughed at and ignored, and laugh and ignore them. Current Mood: silly
|Friday, June 4th, 2010|
|The Day of Weirdness
I wore a shirt today, as I am wont to do. It's a nice shirt and I like it, given to me by someone special. It features cartoon bunnies, cartoon pancakes, and cartoon waffles.
I was not expecting anyone to squee over it. I was especially not expecting an older gentleman to sing an impromptu song about it. I don't believe I have ever expected that, and until today I was correct.
And that was just the first weird thing that happened today.
|Wednesday, June 2nd, 2010|
|Goin to the Kon, or, Graybunny Takes A Break
Because I damn well need one.
It's an anime con. So I'm not a dealer (furry cons) and I won't be spending every hour of every day wishing I could be at two panels at once (SF cons). I'd like to see some AMVs, and I'd like to go shopping in the dealer's room, and I'd like to talk business with the estimable doronjosama
for a bit, but that leaves plenty of time for hanging with tenar10r
or going out for Boston Market chicken (can't get it around here anymore) or sleeping or whatever.
*flopsy* Current Mood: tired
|Monday, April 26th, 2010|
|Thoughts for the Day
1) If a vegetable goes clunk, then rattles as it rolls across the plate, it is probably still frozen.
2) I am way too young to be getting arthritis, so whatever is going on with my hands, that's not it. Right? Right???
|Wednesday, April 21st, 2010|
Try typing the sentence "Draft beers brewed by Minimum Pumpkin are great!"
|Thursday, April 15th, 2010|
There is nothing so big or complicated that you can't break something while you're at it and give yourself two things to do instead of one.
|Wednesday, April 14th, 2010|
Sometimes it seems like, despite the hopes of generations of science fiction writers, nothing ever really changes. We certainly don't have jetpacks, flying cars, food pills, or cities containing no old buildings whatsoever. Some of the seeming is true: almost everything we do is based on something we did before -- there are very few hard and clean transitions in human societies. However, some of it is illusion born of the pace of the change and the fact that we are there for all the intermediate stages.
For example, twenty years ago, having a friend you'd never met in person was something very new, and people looked at you funny when you talked about it. Now, it's normal
|Tuesday, April 13th, 2010|
|We Meet Again, My Old Nemesis
I always knew I'd see you again one day, Ikea. Whenever I need a piece of furniture in an odd shape or size, you have it... and make me tread the Maze of Madness to get it. Curse you, Ikea! Curse you for having a wide selection of good-quality flatpack furniture at reasonable prices, and one of the most cynical floorplans known to man.