The Geek I Am. My
desk blotter is a double-width pad of quad-ruled
graph paper - that's the kind of
gamer geek I am. For the past few weeks the top page was a
map of
Griffin Island. Now that I have the scanner working, I've scanned the map onto
ickis. Unfortunately, I have never solved the problem of
translating maps to bits; I have a very nice
TIFF file of the map, but no clue what I can do to make it
interact with other information I have compiled about the
setting.
More than you wanted to know. -or, The Geek I Am, revisited. The
sunburn I picked up on my balding pate
last Saturday has been
itching and
peeling and DRIVING ME
DOG MAD. I had to rub
moisturizing lotion into my hair to keep my scalp from unattractively flaking off all day. It looks like I'm using
styling gel or somesuch, and
that is so not me.
The Lunchbox of Notre Dame. That has a funny
ring to it. On an unrelated note, had lunch with ™-. at
The Pub, my standard
Killian's with a side of
taylor-ham-on-a-cheeseburger.
Lunch kills me. She loaned me her copy of Disney's
Beauty & The Beast. Her sister is getting
married, she is
stressing coordinating the
bridal shower.
Wu-wei. In a
surprise display of affection, my mother invites me to join her and Dad for dinner at
Red Lobster. She makes me nervous. It seems as if every time we meet in other people's company, she finds an excuse to bring up some stupid thing I've done or remind me of some
painful and/or
embarrassing episode in my life. So, while this friendly gesture is... well... a
friendly gesture, I am wary of
letting my guard down. She does the same thing to my father. What makes me shudder: I see this same bitchy
mean streak in myself, in
my worst moments.
=(
A Different Drum. Sometimes when I am playing an .
mp3 in
WinAmp (which really
does whip the llama's ass, usually) under
NT4, and I am dialed-up to the Internet, the system locks up and the .mp3 cycles at whatever staticy rattly buzzing point the system froze. "Stable operating system",
snort.
Shirley MacLaine is doing a book-signing at the nearest
Barnes & Noble tonight. My roommate got the
ILOVEYOU virus, but deleted it before I could snag a copy. The "Big Game"
lottery jackpot is up to ~$200M in tomorrow's drawing, I kicked $5 into the
pool at work.
Ivan, my mom's
cat, came to see my apartment for the first time today... fortunately my roommate's
parakeets were safely shut away in her room.