Fri, 30 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 30, 1998

The Prince of Egypt website has been updated now, with a complete story outline, downloads, etc. It looks like they'll be offering a straight-faced adaptation of the Biblical story -- God is part of the story, but no more. On the whole, it does look like a pretty good flick. The site is organized nicely, too, with links across the top of the page. It's clean, it's pretty, and it's easy to navigate. Impressive, considering commercial websites as a whole.

I also made a few updates to my VB website.

Mon, 26 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 26, 1998

And suddenly, my web browsers die out on me. "Cannot locate server: www.yahoo.com." Sure. Well, that was always such a small, unused site.

Yahoo! has a very good category devoted to wearables. Then again, they've got a category devoted to building your own hovercraft (they're reeeeeeal cheap too, oh yeah, you bet).

And I want to announce two new addictions for me: The Red Green Show (of which at least one full episode has to be seen to be appreciated), and Red Dwarf (a humorous British SF TV show--'nuff said). They're both on PBS in my area, but catch 'em if you can anywa. Very funny, in very different ways.

Sun, 25 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 25, 1998

My new-found interest in wearable computers has started me thinking about the realities of a wearable computer. I've decided that I would want to minimize the "Borg look" and go for something that's as invisible as possible (thanks to Tramm "Foo" Hudson's recent post to the wearables discussion list). A key-glove would be OK, with a computer system in a backpack (or possibly in a hip pouch, thanks to the new PC-104 standard). That takes care of the actual system, and input. I can't think of any kind of unobtrusive display, though, which makes me think that a text-to-speech system would be best. I've been looking into rsynth, in particular the web version, Say (you can read more about it).

Thing is, it would have to be very *very* well-thought-out. After all, you can't have a voice prompting you for input with "see-colon-backslash-greater-than." I'll see if I can't put together some thoughts on this and post it here.

I've also noticed that Wearables Central has a new showcase of wearable systems that people have built or are building.

Beyond this, I've been sick for the past couple days, so not that much new. As usual, I'm well behind on my Level II VB class. My floppy drive is still doing the Sinatra Shuffle and pushing up daisies. Always something with a computer, it seems.

Fri, 23 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 23, 1998

Been reading The Jargon File lately (click on the Lexicon to go straight into the dictionary). I'm glad someone's trying to keep up with this online language. I particularly liked Godwin's Law.

I've decided to bag my organized tendencies and update this diary each day as I feel like it, rather than trying to wait until all the important stuff is done before updating. So, I may post half of an entry in the morning and half in the evening. Whatever works.

Thu, 22 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 22, 1998

Well, I was finally able to put up a page for a celebratory effort for User Friendly's first anniversary, which is coming up on November 17th. I'm trying to get each of the fans to send Illiad (the creator of the strip) $5 on the anniversary day. Nicely enough, Illiad's asked that all the checks be made out to his favorite charity, the SPCA. We'll see how the effort goes.

I've been looking into Play-By-E-Mail games lately; games where you e-mail your commands to a game program, then get your results via e-mail. I like the idea, and am looking into playing a few games this way.

Wed, 21 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 21, 1998

A potpourri of news today.

The first level of my VB class ended last night, with the next level to start next week, same time.

User Friendly is continuing apace, gathering more support and so forth. It's even got a very lively mailing list.

I ran across dice.com recently -- an online directory of tech-related jobs, searchable by part of the U.S., technology, experience, full- or part-time status; you name it. Very nice.

My work on the keyglove continues apace, though I have found out that soldering is not as easy as it looks. So far I've ruined one keyboard circuitboard by not having as steady a hand as I should. Well, this teaches a valuable lesson: Make sure you've practiced soldering before you try it on something valuable (or semi-valuable, as was this keyboard).

Sun, 18 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 18, 1998

Finally updated The Library with my most recent read - Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett, one of my favorite authors. Actually, I also read Robert Silverberg's Hawksbill Station several weeks ago, but as it's out-of-print, I can't very well link it to Amazon.com.

A week ago, on Monday, I had an entry regarding the book Digital Mosaics. Well, I read through most of it, and found a very interesting section where the author discusses what makes cyberspace unique. He suggests that we have to grok (sorry, completely understand) the properties of our medium before we can put it to good use. As he puts it, the digital domain is:

This opened my eyes to how we can use our medium. Most of the problems I have with website design are solved by looking at these properties; does the website allow discontinuous travel? Can it be more interactive? Am I tying myself down to a physical constraint? Interesting.

I also just noticed that the blueprint map's link to the Kennel wasn't set up properly; now it should work.

Sat, 17 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 17, 1998

I've gotten very interested in wearable computers lately. It's not just SF anymore; these things are being built by hobbyists for not much more than desktop systems. The main issues are buying a display unit for the eye or to sit at waist-level, and battery life. They've been solved, but you have to be willing to sauder a few wires together.

In particular, I'd like to try building a KeyGlove, a glove with metal contacts on the fingers to simulate a keyboard. If I build it, I'd actually use both hands; otherwise some combinations get difficult to do on one hand. And heck, it only costs about $50 to build (besides the saudering iron).

I finally registered some of the shareware I've been using for years, shame on me. Being able to manipulate zip files with WinZip, without that annoying popup screen, is amazingly nice. And, hey, I just feel better now.

Mon, 12 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 12, 1998

Just got finished reading (most of) Steven Holtzman's Digital Mosaics, a book about the aesthetics of cyberspace. The main gist of the book is about what, really, cyberspace is, and what it can do. Fortunately it doesn't go on about incredible technological changes and so forth (like another book I definitely didn't buy that predicted "Someday mice and keyboards will be replaced with voice-recognition technology!" Wow! Who'da thunk?! Ground-breaking!); instead, it focuses on the human and artistic aspects of the net. How will cyberspace change the way we think? I don't necessarily agree with every point he makes (in fact, I disagree with a fair amount of the book), but at the very least it makes you think about the underlying structure of cyberspace, or the structure we use within it, and what forms that structure is likely to take in the future.

I got the book off a bargain bin at an outside sale last night, along with two of Terry Pratchett's Discworld novels and a "lost novel" by Jules Verne, Paris in the Twentieth Century (one of those pesky books that predicted the future with alarming accuracy, and Verne's editor flatly refused for being too fantastic). The entire bill came to $20.86 for four hardbacks, two of them first editions (a tad less than what I would have paid for Verne's novel regularly). I tell ya, bargain-bin sales and used book stores are worth the trouble ten times over.

Thu, 08 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 8, 1998

Last night I found my favorite feature on netgrocer - automatic, repeating orders. Every week (or two weeks, or whatever), you can have groceries automatically shipped to you and billed to your credit card. Sweet!

And now for something completely different.

Note: After future review, I'm unhappy with the following two paragraphs. It's unfair and untrue to schoolbus drivers. I wish I never posted it, but now that it's out here on the 'net, I don't want to remove it. So, it stays as a warning to others about regret.

Schoolbus drivers are the worst drivers on the road. That is simple fact. I've had them pull out in front of me and in front of other people, assuming we'll all have to slam on our brakes rather than ram into them. How many times have you seen a schoolbus run a red light? I saw a schoolbus run a red light, pulling out in front of and cutting off an ambulance today! This is ridiculous!

I'm betting the cops simply won't pull over a schoolbus. Well, they need to start. Or would they rather wait until one of these drivers makes another crazy move and kills thirty kids?

Mon, 05 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 5, 1998

Went to see Antz, and I must admit I'm impressed. It's a PG-rated film; there's some swearing, some violence (a very cool battle scene, for instance), and death. The entire film is artfully done, there are no musical numbers (thank the heavens), and the story is blessfully free of "Look! Look! The moral of the story!" moments. Complex plot, but fun. It's kinda like trying to describe Babe; it's just not what you think. Go see it; you'll enjoy yourself. I'd have to add this film to my list of "Best CGI I've ever seen." Sadly, the main website for the movie (now defunct) suffers from pretentiousness, an odd navigation scheme, and too little content ("They had storyboards for this movie? Wow.").

Speaking of Babe, the trailers before Antz were interesting. Babe II: Lost in The City looks like your standard sequel to a blockbuster: enjoyable in its own way, but retreading similar themes and nowhere near as good as the original. I could be wrong, and I hope I am. Babe was a really good movie, and I'd like to see its sequel build on that rather than simply give audiences a The Lost World experience.

I also saw the preview for Prince of Egypt, a traditionally-animated film about the life of Moses up to the crossing of the Red Sea. Looks like it borrows rather heavily from The Ten Commandments, not that that's necessarily a bad thing. There's no mention of God in the trailer, though I imagine they'll have to in the final film (that whole burning bush, becoming a great leader after being a runaway outcast thing is rather hard to account for otherwise). I plan to see it anyway, if only to support films based on Biblical stories. Heck, no matter what you believe, it makes for great drama. For the record, at the moment the website (now defunct) only has information about two "inspired by" albums being released for the movie (the producers evidently took a cue from "Songs from the Pridelands", the mega-hit "inspired-by" CD following on the mega-hit The Lion King).

Interestingly, the music is being composed by Hans Zimmer, perhaps my favorite Hollywood composer. He's the one who provided the instrumentals for Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, The Lion King, and so forth. He was the one who had to take the great music and integrate it into the story itself. Remember the background music as Belle is exploring the West Wing? Or the innumerable background themes during The Lion King? All Hans Zimmer's work. I was sorry to see him not working on Disney's latest, so it's good to see him on Prince. The lyricist is the one who worked on Pocahontas. Is it just me, or are a lot of people jumping the Disney ship?

Prince of Egypt will have a standard cadre of star voice talents (mainly because recording an entire main characters' soundtrack takes about three days total, so they can afford top names). I have to ask: does it really matter that much? I always thought The Little Mermaid was voiced as well as Toy Story, though the former was peopled by nameless, faceless voices, for the most part. Well, Egypt features Val Kilmer as Moses (looks weird on print, but his voice was quite good in the snippets I heard), with Ralph Fiennes, Sandra Bullock, Danny Glover ("I'm too old for these plagues"), Jeff Goldblum, Steve Martin ("Hey, we're two wild and crazy Egyptians!), Helen Mirren, Michelle Pfeiffer, Martin Short ("That Ramses is just great, I must say") and Patrick Stewart ("Plague One, Engage!") rounding out the cast. I'm going to keep an eye on this one.

I'm also going through the old diary entries and adding links, cleaning up italics and underline, and so forth.

Fri, 02 Oct 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 2, 1998

Ahhhh, it's October, my favorite month of the year! The weather is turning crisp, the leaves are turning, and we're starting to think of Halloween and Thanksgiving.

Meantime, check out this bizarre log that Sci and I came up with today. Think Monty Python sketch.

Mon, 30 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 30, 1998

Grrr. I've been trying for four days now to get my drug testing for my new job with PRC, and each time something's happened. Now I'm going to have to get up early tomorrow morning, on my long day.

Other than that, things are going well. There's a great storyline going on on User Friendly. My IBA work is winding down. I'm working steadily on getting a secondary system running next to me, running Linux. I'm having fun playing Warcraft. Nothing in particular to report....

Fri, 27 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 27, 1998

Oh, I hope this one stays up for awhile. ZDnet has an article entitled Analysts: No market for a third browser. They're basically predicting that Netscape Navigator and Internet Explorer will remain the only browsers on the market, because there "simply isn't a business model for a mainstream third browser".

Prediction: Back in the Dark Ages of the web, there was only Netscape, and it was a good browser. Then came Internet Explorer, and it's taken a long time for netizens to get used to it. Content providers have had to shift their thinking, users have had to get on one side or the other, and businesses have had to make some tough choices. Now, the web is pretty solidly used to Netscape and IE. Within the coming year, the idea of another browser will become much less alien, and Opera (and others) will take a much larger foothold. Opera's already had a million downloads. Netscape and IE will probably remain dominant in the short term, but they'd better watch out. Why download a 50 MB browser when a 1.2 MB one will work faster?

Tue, 24 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 24, 1998

Forgot to get my book signed by Robert Jordan. Arrrrrrrrrg.

But I've done it -- I've quit my job at IBA and am accepting the job at Litton/PRC. I'll be doing primarly Unix C work.

The reviews of Half-Life look quite impressive. I think I'm gonna have to get a copy of it; I'll post my reactions here.

I'm thinking of doing some kind of semi-worthwhile content on this site, but I can't for the life of me think of anything that wouldn't require huge amounts of time. I'm perfectly willing to write something; do a weekly column, talk about game programming, upload a pic of the week, whatever. SF trivia of the day? If anyone's reading this, e-mail me with suggestions.

Sun, 22 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 22, 1998

Interesting. I've been playing around with Mom's old computer lately, and I installed DOOM on it, of all things (it's a 486, 25 Mhz, 4 MB RAM. Not much I can do with it). And to my surprise, I ran all the way through it to my great delight, though I must admit only on the medium difficulty setting, and including some level restarts.

There's something about DOOM -- it's certainly a great program for short periods of time, when you just want to play a game but don't have much time to spare. It manages to combine action with a nice touch of strategy; you can aim for a barrel and take out several clumped enemies at once, or get them to line up and take each other out. It's just plain fun to play. But, of course, anyone who's played it knows that.

Sat, 21 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 21, 1998

Wow. I've come across a *very* cool program recently, though you probably won't use it much. It's called SiSoft Sandra, and it's basically a system information program. It's a well-behaved little program that provides an icon menu of system pieces (motherboard, CPU & BIOS, buses, video, Windows memory, DOS memory; oh, I could go on and on), and will give you more information than you could believe on each of these bits. It'll even give you tips on speeding up your system based on your particular system information. Beautiful piece of work. Download it from download.com.

I finally got Opera registered. I have to agree with Brennen; this is the best browser for PC's. I'm running Opera and Netscape simultaneously right now, and Opera is easily loading every page faster than Netscape.

And I'm finally downloading the Star Wars Episode I trailer thanks to a list of trailer mirror sites on the web. Fri, 20 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 20, 1998

Well, I bought my first comic yesterday. Maybe this is normal, but I can't..stop...thinking about it. I'll upload more info about it when I get home, but it's called "Ax"--about the crossing of three civilizations and how each helps and hurts the others. Extremely well-written. I never could understand comics, but I think I'm getting the hang of them now....

My Mom finally got her ISP information today, so we'll be connecting her up tonight. Outlook Express did *not* display a partial list of newsgroups when we cancelled the download the other night, so we'll have to start that all over again. But I think she'll get a kick out of some of the newsgroups out there. Hmmm, I really should investigate that today and come up with a few I think she'd like.

No more work on Molly with the flying disc; I'm getting home too late in the evening to be able to train her. Hopefully, though, I'll work on her more this weekend.

I've lost interest in the keyglove. I'm afraid that it'll just fall by the wayside, when it could be a really cool thing. I have this awful tendency to lose interest when things are only half-done, and I'd like to finish this now while I still have some modicum of interest.

Still no reply from starwars.com on the Episode I trailer -- the download keeps timing out. Evidently a lot more people than I want that trailer. I'll keep trying. Meanwhile, some hilarious thoughts on what the world will be like when Episode I comes out.

Thu, 19 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 19, 1998

Well, my entry for Tuesday is lost in the I-Forgot-To-Save-Often-Enough Void, so here it is in brief: the new trailer for Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace is to be released to theaters tomorrow, though it already had a select engagement Tuesday. They now have a copy up on the official website in a whole slew of formats (various RealVideo versions, QuickTime, AVI). I'm trying to download it as we speak, though the server hasn't been responding for me.

They've also got a really cool poster now. Yeah, the one with the shadow.

Meanwhile, Amazon.com has a new video section. They've got impressive prices (better than blockbuster.com), including Stargate, one of my favorite SF flicks of recent years (I'm thinking of buying it). I love their review, too:

In this visually creative space adventure, a timid, glasses-wearing Egyptologist uncovers an ancient portal to another planet and is dispatched there forthwith--along with blundering, clodfooted government troops. The downtrodden populace they encounter, ruled by godlike, androgynous King Ra, must be led to literacy and freedom; Ra must be defeated; the intellectual must find his machismo; our boys must return to Earth.
Mon, 16 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 16, 1998

I've got a job offer from Litton/PRC, for more money and a shorter commute than my current job. I wouldn't leave if it weren't for that hour-long commute. Ugh.

My Mom's turning into a geek! She's loving her new computer, and I set her up with internet access today. She bought a connection through my ISP, but since it hasn't come through yet, I let her connect through my connection tonight. I think she really had fun cruising the web and bookmarking some sites.

I'm really really impressed with WordPerfect 8; it's more intuitive than MS Word and has a lot of cool features. What I like the most right now is that you can have multiple people "review" a document, making changes, then the author can go back and review those changes, reviewer by reviewer, comment by comment. WordPerfect is much more of a geeky word processor. Unfortunately, t can save into a bunch of formats, but can't load anything beyond WordPerfect.

And according to the HREF="http://www.neutronet.com/">Neutronet people, the digital camera is on backorder for another two weeks at least. Arg. Still, I think I'll wait.

Sun, 15 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 15, 1998

Updated the VRML Observatory today, so that it makes a bit more sense in terms of what works where.

Saalon (a friend of mine from online) came down yesterday to talk over a variety of things, including what to do with Daemonsong. We ran to a store and got two Pentium systems they were selling cheap, one for my Mom and one for a server. I was able to install Linux on the server, which was surprisingly easy thanks to Que's Using Linux, Third Edition. Good book, if you want to get into Linux. I also got a copy of WordPerfect Suite 8, and I'm curious to try it out and see what it's like.

Fri, 13 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 13, 1998

Well, I finally added a VRML rendering of the Observatory to the site. VRML is basically three-dimensional HTML; it's supposed to be distributed over the web and have links and so forth. The latest versions of Netscape and Internet Explorer both have VRML viewers, I believe.

The digital camera is, unfortunately, backordered, and I haven't had a chance to work on the keyglove in awhile. Six snaps so far. Oh, and I've moved The Book of Gurney off the Hallway.

Sat, 07 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 7, 1998

Don't tell anyone, but I bought a digital camera yesterday from Neutronet.com. It's one of the new generation of low-cost digital cameras; it's an Epson PhotoPC 550, with a list price of $300 (though I got it for $180). I'm curious to see what it'll be like, and if it'll actually be more convenient than a regular camera. There's no film to worry about, though you do have to download the pictures you take to your PC after you've hit the maximum storable (in this case, 6 in high-res mode, 12 in medium-res, or 24 in low-res). You can buy an extra storage unit which'll extend the number of pictures up to 147 in low-res, though I'm willing to live with that few pictures for the time being, as I don't snap photos constantly.

This little (!) purchase was made primarily because I've gotten in the photography mood lately. I guess it's because I've been seeing some stunning sunsets on the way back from work at Frederick for IBA. Anyvay, I'll post my opinion of the camera here.

Incidentally, I've been keeping an eye on Stargate SG-1 lately. It originally aired on Showtime, but is being shown on Fox, Saturdays at 4:00 in most areas. What I've seen so far has been pretty impressive, on the level of The X-Files -- dramatic, exciting, a visual feast, and ultimately quite entertaining, if somewhat uneven from episode to episode.

Two snaps sewn onto the keyglove. Whoopee. Oooh, and if you ever get a chance to see Dead Again (1991), a stylish little thriller, do so. I caught it last night on The Sci-Fi Channel--Emma Thompson has amnesia and is discovered by Kenneth Brannagh. He takes her to Derek Jacobi, who tries regression past-life therapy on her. Brannagh doesn't like the result, so he talks with Robin Williams, a therapist friend, while partially pushing out his best friend, Wayne Knight (the mailman on Seinfeld, Dennis Nedry in Jurassic Park). It's definitely worth seeing if you can find it.

Meeeeeeanwhile, I'm embarking upon a quest to train Molly (our Golden Retriever) to catch a flying disc (a.k.a. Frisbee (TM)). Right now I'm in the very early stages of training her, so we'll see what happens. Sounds like the perfect sport for the both of us.

Thu, 05 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 5, 1998

Well, Tuesday really blew me away--I had to drop off my resume at Litton PRC after work, then run to my VB class and grab dinner on the way. I left the house at 7:15 a.m. and got back at 10:45 p.m. Yuck.

Anyvay, I updated the library with my most recently-read book, The Book of Five Rings by Miyamoto Musashi. Worth finding in a (physical) library. I also added a link to my episode of Daemonsong. I'm working on another one, but it won't be released for another couple of months yet.

I finally got the metal snaps for my keyglove the other day, so I'm ready to start sewing them on. The only other thing I need now is a new keyboard. I'll upload a page with my progress as soon as I get something appreciable done.

Sun, 01 Nov 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 1, 1998

Perusing the LucasArts webpage, I see they're finally making a new game in the X-Wing series of space combat simulators, letting players fly the Millenium Falcon! Looks like they'll finish up the series' plotline by ending the game with the assault on Endor, which ended the movie Return of the Jedi.

Not surprisingly, they're also working on a Tomb Raider-style Indiana Jones game.

They've also updated the official Star Wars homepage with a visit to the Leavesden Creature Effects Shop for a peek at what they're building there. The Episode I Preview Album has also expanded to include a few new pictures. The whole album is somewhat useless, though, as we don't know what any of these things are. Sure, OK, these are Theed Palace Guards. Are they good, or bad? Are they the "red-shirts" of the new movie? All we're given are random shots of different stuff. Ah well, I'm still anticipating the new movie.

Interestingly, in my perusal today for the sources of these links, I came across a page devoted to a totally unknown Star Wars craft visible for a few frames in the Return of the Jedi space battle scene, christened The Y-Head Corvette. Its configuration is radically different from any other known ship in the Star Wars universe, and raises some intriguing questions as to why we haven't heard about it before. It's probably just a spare model thrown in for visual complexity, but it seems odd that nobody involved in production ever mentioned it before -- no ship stats, not even a passing reference in a Vehicle Guide. Below is an image of the craft, as it heads towards the viewer. I've also got a link to a wide-screen frame which shows the ship; look below the Death Star.


For the record, I'm awaiting more work on the keyglove until I can find some regular, non-enameled metal snaps. Wouldn't think they'd be that hard to find, would you? And today I moved all my diary entries from September backwards to a Past Entries page.

Mon, 28 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 28, 1998

Uploaded an article I didn't publish in The Washington Times. I should've; me bad.

We also rescued the truck, so you needn't worry any longer.

Thu, 24 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 24, 1998 — Christmas Eve

Well, it's almost Christmas. My presents aren't all wrapped (I do have them all, though). But I'm feeling in the spirit; we're going to have a white Christmas (beautiful carol, isn't it?), my family is safe, warm, and healthy, and so am I.

Which was actually a fact I was calling into question last night on my way home from work. Story time!

As I dressed for work that morning, I stood before my closet, agonizing over that terrible choice we all have to make: how much protective clothing to wear. Should I wear a heavy coat? How about gloves? A wool hat would just mess up my hair, right? What about a scarf? Finally, I decided on taking my medium waterproof jacket, and gloves.

Off I drove to work, spending a productive day. As I turned out of the Litton/PRC parking lot, marvelling at the beautiful falling snow, I thought, Hmmm. Should I take the nice, clear main roads that'll be clogged with traffic, or the messy, twisty back roads that will have slightly less traffic? Of course, I chose...the back roads. And as I drove merrily along, I realized that the snow was clicking on my windshield. Sleet. Great.

Now, I drive a 1995 Toyota Tacoma; it's a light truck, and at the moment I have nothing in the bed. Which means zero traction. Sure enough, I was soon a slippin' and a slidin' like an otter at play.

Finally, as I neared home, I realized the poor truck wasn't going to be able to take much more of this; it was barely getting up the hills as it was. Fortunately, I was near an empty church parking lot, so I pulled in, and as I was parking, my car phone rang. It was Mom, asking how I was (I was already 15 minutes late at this point). We worked out a quick plan: Dad was still on his way home in the nice, beefy Mercedes, so Mom would call him, he'd detour towards me, and I'd wait until he got to me.

So I turned up the heat, turned on the radio, and started pulling things out of my briefcase to read. Nothing to read. Fortunately, I realized there was a 7-11 nearby. Now glad for the medium jacket and gloves, I turned off the heat, turned off the radio, locked up the truck and strolled over there, buying a Washington Times and a Gatorade. Then back to the car, heat up, radio on. Hmm, traffic report. Seems there was a big accident ahead of me, and everybody's stopped. Hmm. Interesting. Dad's coming from that direction...Dad's coming from that direction!! Frantic attempts to call home. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP. Great; glad to know that Cellular One can't handle an emergency. And I can't remember Dad's car phone number, nor is it in the little directory in my glovebox where it should be!

Finally, Dad called from just up the road; he'd gotten through but didn't want to chance one major hill between us, because of the traffic. Would I mind walking? Heck no! So out I trudged, to meet Dad as he was helping some others get their cars un-stuck. Lemme put it this way: walking, I made better time than the traffic.

So we finally got home, and I took another car into work today. Roger's still sitting in that church parking lot; we'll attempt a rescue today or tomorrow. And today I brought a wool hat and scarf to work. Just in case!

Wed, 23 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 23, 1998

Hmmm. I had a rant ready to go this morning, and now I can't remember it. Well, if it comes, I'll post it here.

Saw Prince of Egypt Sunday. The artwork itself was gorgeous, the voices were excellent (though Patrick Stewart can't help sounding like Patrick Stewart), the music was actually done right, and the Biblical story was kept faithfully, while adding a fresh vantage point on the whole thing (namely, the brotherly relationship between Moses and the Pharoah). If I ever make an animated film, I want this film to be my mold. I'm glad to see it was in the #2 spot over the weekend, earning $14.3 million according to Film.com (50% more than A Bug's Life, which vigorously tried to compete with it).

Interestingly, there were about two kids (e.g. under thirteen years of age, roughly) in the entire audience (which was only fifty or sixty people; 9:15 showing). I'm assuming all the kids were in bed, but I did find it interesting that a lot of adults came out to see this film.

I hope everyone's Christmas shopping is done by now, and that the holidays are going well. I still need to wrap some of my presents; was going to do it last night but was too tired.

I'm glad to report that Aberdeen, my favorite low-budget hardware supplier, finally replaced my broken speaker. Having stereo now is wonderful. :-)

Thu, 17 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 17, 1998

Woohoo! My paychecks came in yesterday (one from IBA and one from PRC), so I ran out and bought a Sound Blaster 64, Microsoft SideWinder Force Feedback joystick, Sony microphone, and a CompUSA 17" monitor (the latter for my Mom). They all installed flawlessly, and the joystick comes with a three-month subscription to Fighter Ace!

64-bit sound does make a difference; sound quality is much clearer and cleaner; you can hear more in the sound. Next, I'm going to buy a copy of BeOS -- hopefully I'll be able to install it without having to blow away my current system. Looks like I can, and run Windows programs thanks to Bochs. Unfortunately, Be has just come out with a new release that completely changes their binary format on Intel-based machines, meaning that all the software out there will have to be recompiled. So I'll have to wait awhile for any interesting software (they have DOOM ported to BeOS!). Still, might be wortwhile getting now so I can get used to it and any quirks, and to be fair this new version hasn't even officially been released yet. And on the gripping hand, I can always download the source code and compile it myself. >:-) Ahh, I love operating systems that come with their own compilers.

There's a story over on Yahoo! Daily News about a new programming language called Squeak. It's a child of Smalltalk (a highly object-oriented language), it's completely open source, and some of its proponents are talking about making it just as easy to use for a 5-year-old as a 25-year-old. It uses the same write-once-run-anywhere system of Java, with a Squeak virtual machine sitting there running the program. So it looks like an interesting competitor to Java. It's already been ported to Macintosh, Windows, WindowsCE, and a number of Unix variations. It's also free.

Wed, 16 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 16, 1998

Well, Mom and I stayed up rather late last night playing "Ants" on Microsoft's Gaming Zone. A lot of fun, and she managed to blow me away with some unexpected tactics. They've put a good amount of thought into the design of this game; physics actually work quite nicely (if you attack another ant, which falls into a water tile, it'll drown). The maps are quite small, requiring rather advanced tactics because it's easy to sabotage other ants, and with 4 players all running around...whew! For a time-limited Real-Time Strategy game, I'm impressed.

Meanwhile, I've got a link to a Christmas tradition we have, called PianoVille. It's a little Christmas village, which I finally uploaded some pictures of. Enjoy!

Tue, 15 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 15, 1998

Not much to report today. My Mom downloaded Ants, an online multiplayer game from MSN, and we tried it out (single-player) last night. Looks like a lot of fun, if not inordinately complex (though that could be a good thing). I told her I'd download it myself and play it with/against her next time she got a chance to be online.

I just realized that I need to make a good photo of myself so I can publish it here. Digital camera, here I come!

We're going to be changing around the look-and-feel of Daemonsong again; we've found a whiz-bang HTML'er with a great new design. Episode 2 of season 2 should be coming out in a few days, too.

And I have been doing some work on the RTS game, and might have version 0.0.0 out by this weekend (still, all the code I've found so far has refused to work. Frustrating).

Mon, 14 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 14, 1998

I finally have a digital camera. I actually ordered one quite awhile back, but the manufacturer discontinued that model, so yesterday I ran out and bought one. Thus far, it's been very nice; just snap some photos, attach to the new wire I have trailing out from behind my computer, fire up the software, and download the pics. Hopefully, one day this week I'll set up a quickie photo shoot of my keyglove.

Daemonsong finally has a new look, and I have to admit I like it a lot. I still have to update a few bits here and there, but I'm very pleased. Check it out; it's a great little drama.

No work on the RTS game, either; I've been having enough trouble getting DirectX to work that implementing everything else looks like it'll be an even worse tribulation.

Thu, 10 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 10, 1998

Finally moved all the October diary entries to the past entries page.

I've spent a bit more time on Furcadia lately, and in fact have been thinking about trying out the role-playing areas. Maybe after I've gotten a little more comfortable in the world.

Spent a bit of time on the RTS game, notably putting in the DirectX functionality so it can draw everything at a reasonable speed. It looks like I'll have to do this all on one form, which is a bit frustrating in that now I'll have to program in separate windows, dragging them around, and so forth (I want the player to be able to "dock" windows all around the interface if so desired). It's also frustrating that DirectX is very unhappy if the program doesn't terminate nicely, deleting all the appropriate objects. So it looks like debugging is going to be a big hassle.

I suppose I'm also starting to get a bit intimidated by this RTS project. So much to implement, and I'm having trouble doing the graphics? Ish. And I really don't know if VB will be able to handle the kind of processing required for this kind of thing. Ah well; better to have tried and failed than never to have tried at all. At the very least I'll be getting valuable programming experience.

Tue, 08 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 8, 1998

Well. Goodness. Lots to talk about.

First off, I'm now officially installed at Litton/PRC, as an "Associate Engineer" (a.k.a. Junior Programmer). It's going well; I'm getting familiar with the environment and my duties quickly enough. Our target is a Unix C environment.

I've done some fiddling with the Real-Time Strategy game (I've got a few webpages up), and hopefully will have the map interface (scrolling, placed units, etc.) done by the weekend, though I'm hoping to complete the unit movement by then, too. Looks to be a very interesting project.

In other news....We now have two artificial Christmas trees (they look very nice, though), one in the living room and one in the foyer. If my digital camera order ever comes through, I'll snap some shots of them and upload them. I've been in the baking mood lately, probably brought on by the Christmas season. I'm steadily gaining more friends on Furcadia, though it's a bit frustrating when there's not much to *do* there (other than chat, which is the main reason for being there I suppose). No more work on the keyglove, though I am determined to do more work on it this week.

Over on Ain't It Cool News (a website for "geeky" film news, such as Star Wars, Star Trek, indie films, etc.), they're reporting on an attempt to make a big-budget version of Robert Heinlein's novel The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Heinlein wrote the novels which inspired Starship Troopers and The Puppet Masters, both successes commercially and flops with the fans. Should be interesting to see what they do with Moon, as the story is comparatively free of action -- there are a few action scenes, and no doubt they'll occupy much more of the film than they do in the novel, but still. I'll keep an eye on it.

Has anyone else seen less spam of late? I seem to have half as many unsolicited e-mails in my box over the past few months. Maybe that Washington State law against unsolicited e-mail actually scared away a few people. Huzzah!

Seriously, I don't really think of spam as any more of a nuisance than regular junk mail--granted I don't have to pay to download them as many in Europe do. But in any event, it's nice to see the flow abate somewhat (unless this is the calm before the storm; I can see stores really getting into the spirit as Christmas comes up).

Tue, 01 Dec 98 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 1, 1998

Interesting editorial on Yahoo! News about the online music industry, or the lack thereof. The labels want to protect their profits, and there's really no *reason* for them to go online. The fans would want it, but it would be a big hassle for the labels, with no clear profits. IMHO, a few artists need to make their own label, right off the internet, and sell themselves exclusively from that. If they produce good, quality music, they could really shake up the industry. They'd get more profits, too -- fewer costs.

I'm getting a bunch of ideas for a Real-Time Strategy game, thanks to the good people on rec.games.design. I'll post my progress as my design comes together, but my current idea is for an SF-ish world with several factions trying to own land. The engine itself would be extremely customizable - extractable buttons, a scripting language, and lots of other cool stuff. When/if I get a chance, I'll code up a demo of some of the features and upload it here. If anyone has any suggestions, e-mail me.

Fri, 29 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 29, 1999

In the midst of all that racial strife, the South Africans are still thinking. Welcome the Blaster, an anti-car-theft system that emits a ball of flame on both sides of the vehicle. Pretty good crime deterrent, don't you think? Would certainly make me think about a career change were I hijacking cars....Sadly, it's probably illegal in the States.

Regarding Papyrus, I had no idea setting up a corporation was so difficult. I really could've used a lawyer on this one, though the stiff fees scare me away from that one faster than Daffy Duck from a hungry Julia Child.

Thu, 28 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 28, 1999

Ahhh, feels good to be back on schedule with this. Though of course, by saying that, I've doomed myself to forgetting for another week or two.

Lessee. I've been having lots more fun with BeOS, getting more familiar with coding. Well, at least, trying to figure it out. If I ever do, I'm determined to write a Visual Basic variant; the arrangement of all this C++ seems horrendously complex. I'm learning, though.

Learning and laughing, particularly at BeDope, a parody news site about BeOS news. They reported on an upcoming BeOS Super Bowl ad starring dozens of high-profile celebrities, and Michael Jordan signing on to be a developer for Be. Lots of cute stuff, and some real news in there. Also, BeForever is my kind of news site; straightforward and as comprehensive as it can be. Updated daily. I'd appreciate a bit more explanation on the news items, though.

It seems the X-Men movie is going to be a reality; Patrick Stewart is as close as close can be to signing on as Professor Xavier, the perfect match IMHO. There's evidently a lot of interest in Hollywood to sign on with this, and the casting indications so far are quite good.

It looks like Buckaroo Banzai will be a TV series, a mid-season replacement for FOX's next season (e.g., early 2000). For those of you who don't know, Buckaroo Banzai was a comic book (oops, "graphic novel") and major film, starring a group of nuclear physicists / jazz players / test pilots / adventurers that get involved in all sorts of wild stuff. Lots of good, plain fun; think Indiana Jones. There are also rumors of a DVD "special edition" of the film possibly to be in the works.

Wed, 27 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 27, 1999

OK, as promised, more today. I actually have some thoughts on UPN, the struggling TV network.

First off, I hear that Star Trek: Voyager has stopped sucking this season. I certainly hope this is the case; I always thought Voyager had a good cast and a premise worth looking at. Sadly, they haven't done much with it. I'd love to see them start making some really kick-butt work in the coming seasons. And yet, here's the synopsis of next week's episode; could it sound any more schlocky?

When aliens from another dimension make First Contactwith Dr. Chaotica, Janeway must enter his domaindisguised as Queen Astria to prevent Voyager'sdestruction.

I also caught the last five minutes of one of UPN's longer-running shows, The Sentinel. It was a season finale, so of course some drama could be expected, but I was surprised that they killed off the main character's sidekick. You have to respect a show that's willing to do something like that.

On the subject of ballsy presentations, Ain't It Cool News has just started featuring a poll for the Coolest Film of 1998. At the moment Out of Sight is on top, followed by The Big Lebowski and Dark City, though expect those numbers to change.

And on the subject of cool news, I understand George Lucas was interviewed by Entertainment Tonight and told them that "the real" trailer for Star Wars: Episode I will be released in March. I've heard rumors it will run for four minutes. Yowza. (incidentally, the Episode I website listed up there has been updated recently, and boy does it look cool!)

More links: Star Trek: Voyager, The Sentinel, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Tue, 26 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 26, 1999

Hoo boy. No updates since the 14th?! My sincerest apologies.

OK, late-breaking news. I'm going to start editing an SF/F fiction magazine on the web, called Papyrus. There's not much there yet, but hopefully over the next month or two it should start having regular content. The technical side of things should be ready in a day or two, the business side in a month, and the content during the same time frame. We'll see where it leads.

I've been spending a lot of time getting a kick out of Web Site #9's MiSTings Archive, an archive of just about every MST treatment on the web. All the spam, conspiracies, and bad fanfics, all hilariously made fun of, all in one place.

I'm a bit worried about User Friendly; it seems to be losing its direction a bit. It's still funny, but...I dunno, I'm just not as drawn to it as I was in the beginning.

I caught an episode of Dilbert, the TV show, last night. It was very cute, though it hasn't quite found its rhythm yet. It will probably take some time to figure out quite how it'll present itself, but I'm prepared for that. As a whole, the voices are better than I'd expected, though of course not perfect (who would ever find it perfect?).

More tomorrow!

Thu, 14 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 14, 1999

Just remembered one of the things I wanted to mention -- I caught another episode of the Sci-Fi Channel's original series Welcome to Paradox on Saturday, and so far I'm rather impressed. They're actually doing dramatic, one-hour episodes, though they're having a bit of trouble stretching the content out to one hour (they feel like half-hour eps, hastily converted to one hour). But it is thought-provoking, and the two episodes I've seen have had real twists at the end that I really didn't expect.

My Mom really likes Lagged Off thus far, so I'm encouraged and will be adding more to it. It might turn out as more novella-length, but that should still be sellable.

Wed, 13 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 13, 1999

Arg...I come across all sorts of interesting stuff and forget to update my diary. And subsequently forget all about the interesting stuff once I *do* remember to update my diary. OK, let's see if I can remember what I wanted to say.

I finally got some anime DVD's through Amazon.com, in particular Iria: The Zeiram Animation (the actual title is "Iria: Zeiram The Animation", as a result of direct translation I think) and Tenchi Muyo in Love. "What is anime?" I'm glad you asked!

Anime stands for Japanese animation -- no, don't yawn yet. Without getting into the whole history, I'll say that this is adult-oriented animation. Not "adult" as in XXX, "adult" as in involving plots, deep characters, that sort of thing. It's all done with Disney-quality animation, but with situations and characters that actually make you think. They really think about how to do animation, and take advantage of it.

Anime in particular tends towards SF/F stories, but have a rather unusual way of handling it: fast action interspersed with slower, dramatic moments, sometimes right after each other. I'm not much of an action fan, but this is action blended with true drama. Hard to resist, and in general excellently done.

OK, so enough about anime. Hmmm. I finally bought a good laser printer, and an Iomega Zip drive. I was a bit miffed to see that the Zip drive didn't come with any Zip disks; I had to buy them separately. I think it's now a matter of "Hey, we've got the market, we don't need to give out free stuff anymore." Grr. I also notice that Iomega sells a lot of Zip-ish products; small Clik! 40 MB drives, Jaz 1 GB and 2 GB drives, the super-huge Ditto drives (10 GB disks?!), and even Buz video editing software.

I notice over on Ain't It Cool News (news on cool movies) that there's going to be an X-Men movie. If they can bring up the very interesting social implications of the comic books and TV show, I'll be impressed. The dramatic tension between the "mutie haters" to the mutants, plus the mutants' uncertainty about their powers (and theiry sanity) have a lot of dramatic possibilities.

Regarding the "pretty big news" I mentioned last week: looks like it's going through, and I'll be able to unveil it next week. Nothing unbelievably exciting, but I think my reader will be interested. ;-)

And looking back over the Prince of Egypt box office standings, it's ahead of Stepmom, only made 20% less than You've Got Mail, and made 11% less than Patch Adams (though Stepmom and Patch Adams have been out for one week less than Prince of Egypt). It's kicking Mighty Joe Young's butt, and has made about half what A Bug's Life has made, and that in only half the time, without a re-release and special "blooper reel". Looks like the public loves Prince of Egypt. Sorry to harp on this, but I'm glad to see a truly beautiful film get the money it deserves.

Thu, 07 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 7, 1999

Well, The Prince of Egypt has thus far made more than Star Trek: Insurrection, in less time. It's also made 85% of what You've Got Mail has made in the same amount of time, and as much as Patch Adams with only one more week's worth of sales. I'm impressed (this according to Film.com's box office report).

I spent about two hours last night talking to Eric (friend of mine, the guy who does Daemonsong) about some various and sundry productions we want to do. I may have a pretty major report to give here in a few days, about something I've been wanting to do.

Good things to say about Amazon.com's customer support: I called about my problem with the mis-order. They're sending Danger: UXB out next-day delivery; when we get that, we put the George of the Jungle tapes into that box, slap the included return-address label on the side, and put it in the mailbox, no charge to us. Now that's customer support.

I got some Civil War books from Amazon.com yesterday, actually, and I've been looking through them. I'm beginning to uncover some fascinating details just in what little I've read; lots of conspiracy-type things to think about. I'll post more as I get into more detail.

More links: Animated films, American Civil War

Wed, 06 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 6, 1999

Wednesday already. Amazing.

I went out to CompUSA last night and bought both Half-Life and a Creative Labs DVD-ROM drive (plus two DVDs, Blade Runner and Contact). As expected for a Creative Labs product, the DVD drive installed flawlessly; my only complaint is very faint noise. I'll be calling them tonight. DVD is very nice; I can play movies on my computer (full-screen or in a resizable window), or hook it up to a regular TV. Plus, most DVDs come with interesting tidbits like trivia, behind-the-scene stuff, the trailer, etc.

Half-Life, though. Excellent game. It's a first-person shooter that actually spends some time building up tension and plot (you hav to play the game for 15-20 minutes before you hit the first baddie, and I'm not complaining). The gameplay from there is fairly standard, and thus far quite linear (more so than, say, DOOM). The AI for the baddies is thus far not particularly amazing; one breaks open a door, then stands there until you come into its line-of-sight. I also would have liked more NPC aliens; the alien equivalent of goats that have wandered through the portal, but aren't trying to eat you. Ah well. Still, very involving game, and I highly recommend it, even to those non-shooter fans out there (I'm not a big shooter fan, myself).

One of my parents' Christmas presents from Amazon.com finally arrived -- and mis-shipped. They were supposed to be getting the Danger: UXB box set, but instead got the George of the Jungle box set. Slight error there. Another phone call to make. Arg. I will say, though, that that's the first time I've seen a mix-up like that from Amazon.

I've been doing more work on my IRC bot Stevens, and in particular adding a Civil War simulation module. You can ask it to repeat a battle of the Civil War, specify your own strategies and supplies, and see how it works. Kinda interesting, and I hope to make it more interesting as time goes on.

More links: DVD, DVD drives, Half-Life, IRC bots

Sun, 03 Jan 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 3, 1999

Well, goodness. A lot's happened, and I haven't been doing much typing.

My neices have been here at the house for over a week now (one's two and the other's an infant); we've really been enjoying them, though it'll be nice to have an empty house again in a way. The holidays are over, and I've got some great presents.

In particular, BeOS came. My review is in a past diary entry; basically BeOS is a new graphical operating system. It's fast, it's powerful, and it's oh-so-cool. The thing boots in 15 seconds flat, it's network-ready (for Windows, Mac, and Unix networks), it can read both PC and Mac files, it has PC and Mac emulators...oh, I could go on and on. Multimedia runs so smoothly it's frightening.

I've also finished the book Starship Troopers, by Robert Heinlein. It was simply excellent; see my review in the library for more details.

I got a recent order from Amazon.com, too: two books by L. E. Modesitt, Jr., and the Prince of Egypt soundtrack. I didn't fully realize how beautiful that music was until I heard it alone.

My online friends have suggested I write a book about my experiences at events.scifi.com, my old IRC haunt which I left dramatically several months ago. I've got an outline and a few pages written, so we'll see how it goes.

I've also moved my November diary entries to the Past Entries page.

More links: BeOS, L.E. Modesitt, Jr., Prince of Egypt

Fri, 26 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 26, 1999

Well, Papyrus is receiving fewer good submissions. I really need to submit it as a market to a few more places. Hopefully, I'll be able to do that tonight. Still, I have stories lined up for another week or so, then I'm in trouble.

I've concocted a fascinating little idea: writing a program that can write fiction. Starting off with a high-quality, low-variable story, and expanding it from there, I could come up with some unexpected variations on standard themes.

The Wheel of Time game is shaping up really nicely. They're taking a rather odd perspective to it; a FPS that makes you think (offense and defense are actually balanced). They've done some beautiful things with the Unreal engine; the Trollocs actually look much closer to having actual arms and legs, as opposed to Half-Life's block-people.

Sierra's Middle Earth, a massively mutli-player version of Tolkien's epic novel, has been updated lately. It's looking much more professional now. I'm still amazed at how *big* this is gonna be; 20 screen's worth in a room, and 20,000 rooms in the game. It looks like a solid design, in any event.

The bad news is that Sierra seems to be making a lot of unfortunate personnel decisions, asking the developers to all relocate to Seattle. I'm wary of Sierra now; they've made a lot of really poor decisions regarding releasing games and such.

Thu, 18 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 18, 1999

Well, I spent last night laying in bed being read to, then falling asleep. Exciting, huh?

I did read over on the official Star Wars site that the running time of the new Episode I trailer will be -- get this -- two and a half minutes. Yowza.

Tue, 16 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 16, 1999

Tanjit, I hate it when people don't bother to update their diaries during weekends and vacations.

Valentine's Day is come and gone. There's a new story on Papyrus, from the book's point of view. A lot of fun. I have two more ready to fire off in the coming weeks.

There's a new sentence on the incremental story. Two sentences, in fact.

I'll be leaving on Friday to go meet with Saalon, the guy who writes Daemonsong, and who organizes Daemonsong Productions. We'll have a lot to go over, in terms of business things, ideas, plans, etc. And I think we'll have fun.

I just started watching Tenchi the Movie 2: Daughter of Darkness. It's not the pure poetry that the first movie was; more of a good episode of the series. Ah well.

I also finished Joe Haldeman's The Forever War (at 2 a.m.; it's been a long time since I last did that), an interesting look at war when Einsteinian physics come into play. In an interstellar war, even travelling with the advantage of hypergates means you don't come back for decades, maybe centuries, even though you only age a few months. It's a good book; it's not the deep classic many have said it is, but it's worth reading, overall. I also updated the library to include my review. I'm also working on Patricia Wrede's Dealing with Dragons, and Neal Stephenson's Snow Crash.

Fri, 12 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 12, 1999

I haven't forgotten you. It's just that nothing really exciting has happened.

Well, OK, a few little things have come up. Daemonsong Productions is now up -- it's a producer of original content on the web. Basically, if you have an idea for some kind of written show for the web, Daemonsong Productions will put everything together for you: web space, site design, banner ads, etc. Pretty cool.

I've also been going through a bit of an organizational crisis. I have a lot of projects on back burners, and I think I've decided to write up a list of what I'm working on, and officially drop all but one or two. Then do those. Not sure if I'll be able to do it, though. In any event, if I get enough courage to do it, I should start actually getting things done, heh.

The Microsoft anti-trust trial is continuing apace, and MS is doing as poorly as usual. It really ticks me off, too; every person MS has put on the stand has made moronic statements, or expressed moronic viewpoints, that have done nothing but stir up people's ire. What do they PAY these people for? I'm not saying they should hide evidence, just that this is extraordinarily unprofessional behavior for the employees of a major corporation. It's like MS is trying to wreck their public image.

Wed, 10 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 10, 1999

Another sentence on the incremental story. I've gotta admit, it's kinda fun. Not as easy as I originally thought, either; I can't go back and revise later. Each sentence has to be right before I can go on.

According to a Reuters story, half of all U.S. homes have computers now. Wow.

I found a cool website for the new Wing Commander movie. Just about everyone's been re-cast, but it looks like a great bunch of people. I'm actually really looking forward to this one. The official website, www.wcmovie.com, sadly isn't set up yet.

The Dragon Naturally Speaking people have come out with a unique new facet of their technology: software that performs voice-recognition on *recordings*. Think of it as a web search engine, for audio clips. Type "I have a dream", and get back a list of all sound clips in your database that contain that phrase. This could suddenly make audio and video storage and retrieval much more effective.

Tue, 09 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 9, 1999

Papyrus is going nicely; I've got half a dozen submissions already. Looks like this baby's going to fly, though granted it's not even out of the hangar yet.

I've finally started on the incremental story. At least one new sentence a day. Hope you all enjoy it.

Nothing else particularly newsworthy. Have a great day, folks!

Mon, 08 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 8, 1999

Sorry for not writing lately -- there really hasn't been much going on. Except for one big thing.

I've put out a call for submissions to Papyrus, my new online SF/F magazine. I've already garnered one submission and several requests for more info, so it looks like this baby is going to fly.

I also have an idea for this one-sentence-per-day story; I'll hopefully flesh it out over the next day or so, and start a'posting.

Wed, 03 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 3, 1999

The LucasArts website now has a complete spread on their upcoming game, X-Wing Alliance. It's their much-anticipated final game in their Star Wars space combat simulator trilogy; it will finally allow players to fly the Millenium Falcon. Looks like another cool one.

Sierra software has just recalled every copy if its NFL Football Pro '99 game, saying that it wasn't really ready for release. An impressive move, and one that I hope the comany will stick with. It has a history of releasing software before it's ready, and I'd love to see it commit to waiting.

On the other hand, gamers do have a tendency to demand that games be released yesterday, so perhaps it's not completely Sierra's fault. Heck, they've released some great games over the years.

I notice over on Brennen's Homepage that he's trying to think of more to do with his site. I've been having similar thoughts (no big surprise there), and have decided on something.

Carrie O'Kaye and Clay Boutilier are in the process of writing a manga-style comic book, and they're publishing each page of Aphasia on the web as they're drawn. They do approximately one page a week, though they're behind about a month at the moment. It's a beautiful comic book (GRAPHIC NOVEL!), well worth reading. In any event, I've been thinking about writing a story, one sentence (or more) per day. No matter whether it's good or bad, just something interesting, and one that will hopefully make this site a little more dynamic. I'll start thinking up a decent premise, and hopefully post something in a week or so. Thoughts?.

Speaking of online comics, I found a nice one in ArcMage, a modern tale of a journalist searching for "Real Magic." Straight-out good (IMHO, of course).

Tue, 02 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 2, 1999

Not much happening lately -- I didn't get much done last night on anything, particularly as I watched Dilbert at 8:00 and that pretty much turned things around.

Work is still somewhat intense. Can't complain, though; at least I'm not bored out of my mind.

The new series by Babylon 5 creator J. Michael Straczynski, Crusade, has evidently been dropped by their channel, TNT. What's particularly grating is that TNT demanded a number of modifications to the program, including new shows, a new order for episode airings in the first season, new costumes, and so forth. The producers of Crusade have said that they don't expect to have any problems finding a new channel. I've already e-mailed the Sci-Fi Channel at program@scifi.com to encourage them to pick up Crusade if the possibly can. This looks to be an excellent series.

Mon, 01 Feb 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 1, 1999

Sorry for no updates over the weekend.

While chatting with some friends online on Saturday, we were talking about the RTS design I've worked up, and it was suggested that I start with a text-based version. If I really believe my game is that much fun, making it text-only would be quite the test. I think I'm going to do it, too. Check back here for more updates.

I just stumbled across a site called Golgotha Forever, an RTS that's being developed for multiple platforms. Looks interesting, though the site isn't very good at overviews. Hard to tell exactly what the game is, how it'll work, and so forth.

Yes, I watched the Super Bowl on Sunday, with some friends. Sadly, I had to skip the Trivia Blitz; the invitation came up rather suddenly.

I'm suddenly wondering what it would be like to experience an online Super Bowl party, where all the participants are internet chatting as they watch the game. I imagine it would be best when the computer is right next to the TV, so one doesn't have to turn around to see the picture, or go into another room. Still, it could be a lot of fun, particularly if you had a good organizer who could do trivia, little giveaways, that sort of thing. Of course, maybe this is just my massive geekiness showing through.

I also see that Senator Conrad Burns (R-Montana) is trying to beat back strong encryption laws (the ones that say that non-trivial encryption can't go out of the U.S. unless the government has a way to crack it). There's evidently been enough support over the past year or so that he thinks he might be able to do it this time (he's tried twice so far). This according to a news story on Yahoo! Daily News.

Fri, 26 Mar 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 26, 1999

First, read this Star Trek soliloquy (sp?). Brilliant.

Well, what's up? A certain giant software company has recently taken to taking pot-shots at sites that parody it, notably User Friendly: The Comic Strip and BeDope. What's sad is, they know they don't have a leg to stand on, this being parody and all, besides the fact that they're attacking pretty high-profile sites that won't back down without a bit of a fight. Seems silly.

I'm moving forward with learning how to program the BeOS; it's not so complicated as I first saw it. The lack of proper explanations makes things difficult, though; it's so hard to understand concepts when you have to learn them through induction.

I've also done a solid update on my personal webpage here; links updated, personal info changed, etc.

Wed, 24 Mar 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 24, 1999

I hear Orson Scott Card is thinking of casting Jake Lloyd as Ender in his upcoming adaptation of Ender's Game. In a way, this may not be a great idea: audiences will identify so strongly with Jake as Anakin (look at what happened to Mark Hammill). OTOH, Harrison Ford was able to break out of that mold, and actually so was Hammill after playing in the Wing Commander series. All Jake needs is a good role in another popular film, and heck him just being in another film will make it popular.

The SFC got in its ratings awhile back; for the last fiscal quarter of 1998, the SFC had a higher concentration of 18-49 year olds than any of the six major networks. Impressive.

I've been thinking lately about creating a really good word processor, after re-reading Robert J. Sawyer's article on WordStar. The way I currently see it, you need a word processor that's:

Tue, 23 Mar 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 23, 1999

Ish, been gone for quite awhile. But honestly, I haven't had much of interest go on lately.

I finally got the BeOS machine on the net, and I got one of those switcher things, so with a flick of a button I can use the same monitor, keyboard, and mouse for both that and my regular Win98 machine. Though I have to admit, I'm using BeOS more and more as time goes on....In any event, the switcher is a useful little tool. It's about as convenient as physically rolling the chair between systems, and it's a lot cheaper than maintaining all that equipment (plus you can use the best equipment on both machines, so to speak).

Wed, 03 Mar 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 3, 1999

Well, I ran across a very interesting website the other day: http://www.miningco.com/. It's somewhat like Yahoo!, except that every category has an identified (human) guide to pick and choose the links there. Even better, every guide puts up articles within their category, about the state of that hobby/industry/whatever, techniques for improving oneself within that category, and so forth. Wonderful informational resource. My only complaint is how busy the pages themselves are; too many buttons and banners and such for my tastes.

Tue, 02 Mar 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 2, 1999

I haven't forgotten you, really. Just haven't been inspired lately, and Papyrus has been taking up a lot of my time over the past few days.

Mystery Science Theater 3000 is being threatened with a second death; the Sci-Fi Channel has decided not to buy any more episodes after the current season 10 is over. Unfortunately, the fans are screaming and yelling as though the Pope had just been murdered, which is only fostering a poorer impression of MST3K.

The SFC also failed to get the B5 spinoff Crusade, though I'm glad to see it wasn't for lack of trying. According to JMS (the series' creator), the SFC people crunched numbers for two solid weeks, but they had already budgeted all their money and just couldn't come up with the significant capital they'd need for Crusade. At least they recognized what they had (and were reportedly desperate for it), and tried.

Fri, 30 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 30, 1999

Nothing to report. Been very busy lately, and I'm honestly rather burned out.

I'm actually a bit depressed, which is unusual for me. I mean, I'm a pretty happy, contented guy generally. But I have just got *so* much to do, and Papyrus has been breathing down my neck...*sigh*.

Tue, 27 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 27, 1999

Well, I did some training with Molly on Sunday, and it didn't quite work out as I'd hoped. I just don't have the experience and the patience to do something like that, it seems, and particularly not outside, where Molly can get distracted so easily. I've decided to hold off on flying disc training until I can handle it better. Ah well, maybe as time goes on.

I understand there's a major witch-hunt of geeks as a result of the Colorado High School tragedy. I don't even want to comment on it, it makes me so angry. Suffice it to say: "geeks" really are socially ostracized. Perhaps if teachers didn't look the other way when kids are teased and made fun of, and perhaps if this issue were actually addressed, we wouldn't have so many unhappy and depressed high schoolers out there.

Sat, 24 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 24, 1999

I've got a new story up on Papyrus. Very cool setting; I wish more writers would work with non-standard settings. I'm getting kinda tired of pseudo-medieval worlds.

I definitely plan on spending some time with Molly tomorrow, on retrieving a flying disc. The competitions are amazing; check out this photo gallery for some shots of dogs in action.

Tonight, I hope to implement a very crude AI for my IRC bot's chess script. At the moment, only humans can play each other; I hope to add a computer opponent. Unfortunately, its strategy can be summed up as: Pick a random piece owned by the computer, and move it to a random valid spot. Hardly exciting, but I hear that that's actually a fairly challenging strategy to beat, in some situations. We'll see. :-)

There's actually quite a discussion over on Slashdot about illegal copies of movies available for download from universities and such. I find it interesting that people are actually willing to download and watch them; maybe computer-based movie watching is closer than we thought. It is true that universities tend to be on higher-bandwidth networks, but on the gripping hand, universities tend to have insanely slow networks.

I can't wait for the time when a person can put a full-length movie up on the 'net, and actually have it downloaded by large numbers of regular people. It could open up a whole new arena of film -- and just maybe one in which Hollywood doesn't call the shots.

Thu, 22 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 22, 1999

Hmmm, what news to steal from Slashdot today? :-)

Seriously, work has been keeping me very busy lately. Which is fine, but it hasn't left me much time to do anything. Papyrus is a bit behind, too, a situation I will at least partly rectify tonight. *sigh*

I'm starting to do some more writing on my religious fantasy novel. I've got a good amount of notes, and in fact I'm trying a new system for writing: extreme design detail. I'm actually planning on writing an extremely detailed outline, almost down to the paragraph level, then I'll write the novel off of that. I think that'll work better for me than waffling around without a real idea of where I'm going. I'll post here how that goes.

And I do plan on spending some time this Sunday, training Molly to catch a flying disc reliably. :-) My Mom finally bought a 50-foot training lead, so I should be able to get some good work done with Molly.

Wed, 21 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 21, 1999

Nothing to report.

Tue, 20 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 20, 1999

I spent last night working on a chess script for one of my IRC bots. Seems to work nicely, except I haven't had a chance to test game-ending much. Still, now I can play chess with friends over IRC. Hmmm, I just thought about making a script that would display the board graphically. Not too hard, really.

The deer fencing seems to be holding up well. The dogs are happy, at least. :-) I'm also amazed at how hard it is to see the stuff; it's a tough black plastic netting, basically, which is held up by 4x4 posts and grey-green fiberglass rods (the latter blending into the forest background quite nicely). You can check out their website: Deerbusters. As you can see, it's not cheap. But for us, it actually lets us keep a sane garden; the deer eat absolutely everything.

Oh, and I'm not backing up the March entries, as there's little enough on this page as it is. *blush*

Mon, 19 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 19, 1999

Well, I'm getting over my illness, but I've been busier than ever lately. My manager at Litton/PRC has just mandated 50-hour weeks for my group, besides the fact that I've started teaching another section of my VB class.

I also had fun this Saturday when I remembered that Sunday was the day the youth was going to take care of the church service, and I hadn't called anyone to remind them. I spent a panicky afternoon (on top of working 4 hours, and teaching all morning) calling people and trying to get it worked out. Fortunately, we all managed to make it, and the service pulled off much more smoothly than the last time we did it. Maybe everyone was particularly aware of things this time. :-)

I started spending some time on EverQuest recently; it's a very popular online RPG that actually manages to do a fairly generic online fantasy world right. And the more I play, the less generic it appears. I'm pretty impressed.

Yesterday was spent getting deer fencing up around our garden in the back. We still have some gaps in the ground to fill in, and a few other things to take care of, but it's nice to have it all up. It'll serve as a convenient place to let the dogs out, too.

I've also been thinking about the keyglove; I should at least sew a few more snaps onto it. I'll report more on this as time goes on.

And come to think of it, it's about time to start playing soccer with Molly (our Golden Retriever) again. We'll see how far we can go with her. :-)

Thu, 08 Apr 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 8, 1999

Eeeeek! Sorry for not getting back to this. I've been sick over the past few days. More as I get back into the swing of things.

Sat, 29 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 29, 1999

A new story is up on Papyrus.

Found a cute webpage the other day of Tolkien humor. Not only is the author obviously a lover of the series, he's fairly normal about his humor (very few obscure jokes). The casting call for the animated adaptation of Lord of the Rings, starring only established cartoon characters, is absolutely hilarious.

More Information: J.R.R. Tolkien

Fri, 28 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 28, 1999

Lots of interesting things on /. today: a number of German ISP admins have declared AOL a rogue, and are discussing banning it. A scientist has made a breakthrough in warp bubble theory, showing how it's not only theoretically possible, but theoretically practical, in this paper. That stolen reel of Star Wars: Episode I has been returned.

And perhaps most amazing of all: CNN reports that a U.S. aviation company is testing a real life flying car. It lifts off like a Harrier jet (vertically), and has a top speed of, oh, around 600 mph. What blows me away is the price: it's being handcrafted for only $1 million. The car's inventor estimates that, with mass-production, it'd cost around $60,000. Heck, I'd buy one for that much. The only disadvantage seems to be the fact that you need a pilot's license to drive/fly it (though onboard computeres do most of the tough stuff; you just steer).

Thu, 27 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 27, 1999

*sigh* I've been tired lately, and it caught up with me a bit last night. I pretty much lazed around in my bed all evening. Maybe I'll get some work done on it this weekend.

Not much going on elsewhere in my life. I'm currently shopping around for AWANA clubs in the area (I'd provide a link, but my web service is down so I can't find it). All the ones I've called so far require that you be a church member. If I keep striking out, I may have to call the Commander of one of these clubs and ask to be an exception. Seems like a rather silly requirement to me -- why should I have to be a member of their church to help out?

Wed, 26 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 26, 1999

Nothing major happening. I'm planning to work on my book tonight, then get to bed early. Three-day weekend this weekend! Woohoo!

Tue, 25 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 25, 1999

No updates lately -- I've been deperessed. I watched The Phantom Menace again Friday night, and I've been caught up in the story. I really feel for poor Anakin.

But, hopefully, no more waves of depression for me! It has re-awakened an old urge of mine: I used to be involved in a church club for 8-12 year olds. I've decided to get back involved in that, so hopefully I'll have more news to post on that end. It takes up one night per week during the school year, so it won't start until September anyway.

I did come across this interesting tidbit today: The Pump. They say that, based on descriptions of the Great Pyramid, it's actually quite easy to explain how it was built. It was a massive water pump, and the evidence really is quite striking. While a bit hard to read, the site's definitely worth looking through.

According to an ABC NEWS story, an entire 40-pound reel of The Phantom Menace was stolen from a Wisconsin theater over the weekend. I have to wonder exactly what they'll *do* with the thing; regulations for the film have been so tight that any violations should be plain as day (which, of course, was the point of the regulations). And Lucas has been very clear in saying that he'll prosecute to the fullest possible extent.

Thu, 20 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 20, 1999

I've noticed that a lot of my updates here have to do with SF, so I'm temporarily putting all my SF news on a separate page, Cool SF. (Note: This page later went away.)

Wed, 19 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 19, 1999

Tonight, I saw the new Star Wars movie, and I am a child again.

I am running down hallways, swinging a lightsaber. I am destroying starfighters in a mad space battle. I am making my way down an Imperial hall, firing a blaster at battle droids.

Even my room is different. I am seeing my world through a Star Wars-tinted glass.

I am 22 years old, and I am indebted to George Lucas for wiping ten years from my life. I am a delighted child once more.

Tue, 18 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 18, 1999

Tonight, it starts. At one minute past midnight, Star Wars Episode I will start to flicker on screens around the country, and soon around the world. Roger Ebert has an excellent review (he gives it three and a half stars), in which he gets in a few subtle barbs at the other critics who've disdained the film. And watch the chronicles of two Star Wars nerds in RealAudio presentations of The Sci-Fi Channel's brilliant vignettes, Countdown to Episode I.

While we're at it, the SFC also has a brilliant piece of marketing: The Waiting Game, where you get to keep track of a virtual fan who's waiting in line for Star Wars tickets. Feed him and interact with him every day, and when the movie comes out, a few random folks with healthy, happy fans will get free Star Wars merchandise. Meanwhile, you have to muck around on their website, viewing ads and driving their hit count through the roof. Mon, 17 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 17, 1999

In case you'd like to try out that BeOS thing I'm always blathering about, go to http://gjeffrey.com/bevirtual/ and you'll get a browser-based demo of the operating system. Move windows around, activate menus, and in general see what BeOS looks like. You'll need at least version 3.0 of either of the two big browsers (haven't tried it on Opera yet).

Sun, 16 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 16, 1999

Well, like I figured. No updates over the weekend, at lesat until now.

Just downloaded some of the TV ads / character bios off of starwars.com. They're really most impressive, and definitely worth seeing. They actually manage to be both trailer, and revelation of character.

Fri, 14 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 14, 1999

Well, my friend Eric is coming down for the weekend this Saturday, so probably no updates for a few days. We hope to get work out better direction on Daemonsong and Papyrus, and decide what we're going to do on a few other projects. I'll have a complete report, don't you worry. ;-)

The Sci-Fi Channel has been showing a hilarious bunch of...well, basically, they're short-short-shorts, not really ads, about Episode I. If you can, it's worth turning on the station for a little while to see if you can catch one. I seriously hope they'll upload these things to their website.

And I'm pleased to see that the new X-Men movie seems to be casting up nicely. Ian McKellen has signed on as Magneto, an excellent choice IMO.

There's a serious effort started to create a BeOS-based emulator for Windows, Unix, etc. operating systems. This would mean running WordPerfect for Windows on BeOS. Very cool. Check out FreeMWare.

Joke spotted on Usenet, talking about the war on Star Trek: Deep Space Nine compared to the U.S. Yugoslavian one:

>Does anyone reckon that Starfleet does a briefing every day saying how well
>the war's going?


Only when they accidentally destroy the Klingon Embassy on Cardassia. :)
Wed, 12 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 12, 1999

Woohoo! I'm off the 50-hour weeks, and my class ends this Saturday! I'll be back to normal in no time!

OTOH, I'm frustrated in that I've been trying to get Episode I tickets for the past two and a half hours, to no avail. All the phone lines and websites are busy/down. In a way I'm amused that nobody expected such a large response, while in another way...arg.

Update: 9:59 pm. Eastern

[Phantom Menace Advanced Ticket]

'Nuff said. :-)

Tue, 11 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 11, 1999

I started work on a financial application for the BeOS last night, and it's coming along nicely. I have to admit: I'm enjoying figuring out exactly how everything hangs together, and I'm getting more and more impressed at the BeOS programming structure as I work with it. It's not that it's amazingly innovative; it's just so clean and straightforward, especially for a GUI language.

Anyway, I'll post more information as I progress on that.

There are also rumors that BeOS is getting into the set-top box / internet application arena. Several major BeOS supporters have been talking a lot about developing those sorts of systems, and in their recent IPO announcement, Be called the OS a media development and internet application operating system. Hmm. Will we see more of this?

I'm not sure if BeOS will do well in a set-top box, to be honest. I just can't see how a full OS can fit into a fridge or microwave application, programmer insistence on modularity notwithstanding.

Mon, 10 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 10, 1999

Brennen has a very good perspective on Star Wars: Episode I, over on his diary. Oh, and a tip from a friend: the soundtrack contains major spoilers.

I see the seti@home project is building up momentum. It's basically a screensaver that downloads data from the computers at the Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence, and performs some analyses on them. Who knows, you could be the one to discover that we're not alone. Only a Unix version is available at the moment, but a Windows version should be out in time for Episode I (they're also working on a BeOS version, surprisingly enough, but it's reportedly quite buggy).

Thu, 06 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 6, 1999

Well, after a 14-hour day at the office yesterday, I was back today for 10 hours. This new schedule really kinda sucks.

I finally managed to update Papyrus with the new interview and editorial. Only five days late. Yuck. And I still have to pay for some of this stuff.

Wed, 05 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 5, 1999

Erg, long day at the office. Don't ask. Nothing really to report.

Tue, 04 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 4, 1999

Episode I is coming. It is near. Soon, it will be upon us.

Does anyone else find it humorous why popular media (and others) reporting on the Episode I frenzy find it so hard to comprehend? They're labelling all the rabid fans as...well, rabid fans. But why do people have a hard time understanding this? Movies are true experiences. The first three Star Wars movies were incredibly well-done movies (most people would agree). The prospect of another experience, this time using new technologies (and this time over two hours long), is a thing devoutly to be wish'd, to borrow Shakespeare.

I'm also curious as to why I've heard it called the "hugely over-hyped Episode I." Has somebody been seeing more commercials than I have? I don't recall a huge amount of hype. A lot of fan reaction and media attention, but not much hype.

Papyrus remains terribly behind. I hope to get the site updated tonight, and submissions caught up by the end of the week. I've already had a few additions to the announcement list, which is awfully flattering.

Mon, 03 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 3, 1999

Ugh. That little sickness Saturday morning blossomed into a full-blown illness come noon. Rather than share the ugly details, suffice it to say that thanks to complete bedrest over the entire weekend (thus delaying the May issue of Papyrus even further), I'm pretty much back to normal. Work continues pretty well, though this schedule is starting to wear thin. With the market being the way it is, I just don't need to put up with this sort of thing. It's not so bad ATM, but should any more stresses come down the pike, I think I'll walk into my boss' office and say my farewells.

Sat, 01 May 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 1, 1999

Just got in my state taxes...whew! Today was the deadline.

I'm feeling rather sick at the moment, so updates may be infrequent for awhile. Unless I get some more books read, which I'd *love* to do, but...Papyrus needs updating, I need to do some research for my VB class, and of course work takes chunks out of the days. I don't think I'll be going in to work today, as I usually do under our new schedule.

I hear that the actress who plays Lila on Earth: Final Conflict will be temporarily replaced (as she's gotten pregnant). I hope this doesn't spell more upsets for the show, which has been through enough as it is. Still, they have a history of being able to take cast changes well, particularly in the amazing "death" of the original star.

Wed, 30 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 30, 1999

The crisis at work has passed, pretty much, so I'm back to a normal work schedule. I'm hoping to skip out early today and take care of a certain lost check book. :-/

Ooooh, incidentally, I set up a very cool piece of software called Fictional Daemon that acts as a telnet/FTP server on my home machine. This lets me telnet in to my machine at home and browse the files there. Then I can FTP files back and forth. Lots of fun, though I have to make note of my IP address every time I leave the computer. I'll see how useful it is.

I finished writing an article called Six Mistakes Short Story Writers Make, based on my experiences as Papyrus' editor. I sent off an e-mail query to Writer's Digest and will hopefully be submitting it there. Failing that, there are a few other similar publications I can try.

Basically, the article covers the major blunders I most often see in the fiction submitted to me. It's amazing how often these sorts of mistakes are made: completely bland protagonists, plots that take forever to start, plots that never go anywhere, stilted prose, and stories that don't fit my guidelines. There really is a lot to juggle in short story writing.

Tue, 29 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 29, 1999

Well, I'm back on my feet, pretty much. I was knocked out for the whole weekend, though, pretty much.

What sort of excitement to report? Well, I was having a fun time last week trying to contact all of the youth at church (thankfully, there's only about half a dozen). We try to do a service where the youth run the entire service every so often, but I couldn't get in touch with anyone. It turned out OK; we were having a special time afterwards to honor a couple in the church (it was their 65th wedding anniversary), so the service ran short, so I just worked out a very short service with the regular people to do music and such.

The latest story at Papyrus was two days late; I forgot to update it on Friday. No screams from readers, though, so I think I didn't hurt anything particularly.

We're going out to dinner tonight, so I won't be able to do much tonight. I'm not sure whether I should write, or work on Papyrus business. Hmmm.

Fri, 25 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 25, 1999

The flu fought back. I've been in bed for the past few days. Nothing to report.

Thu, 24 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 24, 1999

I've been fighting off the flu for the past few days, thus no updates in that time. Not much to report on, as I've been laying abed evenings. Work's going well; I did some code revamping, resulting in a much cleaner product.

Mon, 21 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 21, 1999

Ever have one of those weekends where everything looks free and available for use, then is suddenly filled up with things to do at the last moment? I was literally busy all day Saturday, then spent most of Sunday out (Father's Day, and all that). Come Sunday night, I was too tired to be able to do anything really useful.

So, I watched TNT's original movie Pirates of Silicon Valley. It focuses on Steve Jobs and Bill Gates as they began their empires. Actually, it spends a lot more time on Jobs, and in particular on how much of a jerk Jobs was, evidently. Interesting to watch; according to the film, Jobs worked up a very cultish atmosphere at Apple. Quite frightening to see.

And Bill Gates was a complete dweeb. An incredibly brilliant dweeb, but a dweeb nonetheless. Fun to watch; particularly look out for the "computer virus at the airport" scene.

It was also odd to see how similar Gates was to the Bryce (sp?) character on Max Headroom, down to the hand motions. I don't think it was the same actor (if it was, he's changed considerably). And if you ever do get a chance to see Max Headroom, do so. It's quite a bit more impressive than you might imagine.

Oh, and check out the proposed 1988 Max Headroom advertising campaign while you're at maxheadroom.com. It is frighteningly like The Space Merchants (you haven't read that yet? Go do so! Go on!).

In other news, Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon is no-holds-barred excellent. Wow. I sincerely hope this becomes a classic.

I got BeOS R4.5 installed. Some nice changes, and I'm itching to get my network up between my Win and BeOS machine. This will also let me print across the network. Sweet.

I hear Anna Paquin (photo) has been signed on as Rogue in the upcoming X-Men movie. She looks like she could really do it right. Man, some great choices thus far: Patrick Stewart for Professor Xavier, Sir Ian McKellen for Magneto, and maybe Mel Gibson as Wolverine (Mad Max, anyone?).

#46 out of 136 and climbing on Team BeOS at SETI@home.

Fri, 18 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 18, 1999

D'oh! I found out last night that I forgot to register my copy of BeOS, and unless I did so, I wouldn't be getting 4.5. Ah well, I registered, so hopefully my CD should be arriving in fairly short order.

I was working late last night, so I didn't get much done in anything. I've worked out a few features of my BeOS application, so hopefully I should have a fairly useful version done by the end of the weekend! Screenshots, etc. will be posted here (tip for screen captures in BeOS: hit PrintScreen. A file called Screen1.tga will be put in your home directory. Hit PrintScreen again, and get Screen2.tga [and so forth]. Then just load it up in ArtPaint, convert it to .jpg, and away you go).

Are you goint to see The Phantom Menace tomorrow? The fans are banding together for a Secondy Opening Day, which they plan to make as big as (or bigger than) the first. It's tomorrow. Be there. I will be.

Thu, 17 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 17, 1999

Phew! Got a lot done last night. Papyrus is now back on-track, and I did some more BeOS programming. It's coming along.

I caught a very good movie the other day: Mr. Jealousy, about a guy who's so jealous about his girlfriend's past boyfriends that he not only follows one of them, he also joins his psychotherapy group. As someone else. Great romantic comedy that's Shakespearean in its twists, turns, misunderstandings, and revelations.

I have to admit: I love this sort of movie; one of those little films that nobody's ever heard of. Indy films have that ability to surprise you by being witty and funny and just plain good.

Wed, 16 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 16, 1999

I'm impressed. Be, Inc. is sending a free upgrade CD to every single registered user of BeOS R4. Automatically. Very Cool.

I may be going to St. Louis on business in the next day or two, so diary updates might get screwy in the short term. And I won't have any time to do more BeOS development! :-(

I found some very nice apps for BeOS the other day: ArtPaint, a BeOS equivalent of PhotoShop that doesn't have quite as many features, but still does more than I could ever comprehend. AbiWord is a new word processor that has potential (it's in pre-pre-pre-release mode ATM). And there's a port of POV-Ray, a 3D raytracer. All available on BeWare.

And I'm now #61 (or thereabouts) out of 111 in Team BeOS at the SETI@home project.

Tue, 15 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 15, 1999

Got a nice amount of sleep last night, so you all can stop sending flowers and condolence cards.

Programming for the BeOS is frustrating. :-) I don't have enough experience with GUI programming, so writing decent apps is not as easy as I'd ideally like. Which is normal for any programming language, of course. But still, arg.

I've been a bit depressed about Papyrus lately -- it's a lot of work, really. But I'm going to spend a few hours at it tonight, and should get properly caught-up with everything.

Been reading bits of Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon. He's an amazing writer, no question. I don't know how he can write in such a fragmented style, and make it so engaging. Besides the fact that he can make basic lectures fascinating to read, and just plain enjoyable.

Mon, 14 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 14, 1999

Note to self: Get more than 3.5 hours of sleep at night.

I'm having loads of fun with BeOS development (and no, I'm not being sarcastic). My Finance application is getting sorted out, and I think I can make a rather nice program out of it. The idea is to make a polite, flexible financial application that lets people keep track of accounts easily and automatically (checking accounts, savings accounts, bills). It will also focus on projecting your finances into the future, with budgets and projected spending.

I've been thinking about "polite" software recently. Basically, when a user says s/he wants "user-friendly" software, what s/he really wants is software as polite and easy-to-use as a concierge at a hotel. Here are my thoughts on the subject.

Sun, 13 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 13, 1999

Yesterday went swimmingly; we had a great time at Gunston Hall, then re-watched some of our videos from England, and sorta goofed off for a lot of the day. Today I'll be at my neice's 3rd birthday party most of the day.

Found out some interesting bits about George Mason: he came into his inheritance at the age of 10 after his father died in a storm at sea. He always conducted business himself, never using hired help to balance the books or haggle with businessmen. He was highly conscious of rights issues, and in fact wouldn't sign the Constitution because it didn't have a Bill Of Rights when it was drafted. He deplored slavery, but didn't want it instantly abolished because of the number of people's lives it would ruin (both free and slave). I found a pretty good biography of Mason online (ironically, hosted in the Netherlands).

Work on the Wolfenstein 3D-esque game is moving apace. I've got texture mapping and background music working, and there are now objects scattered about which you can pick up and use (OK, the only things I've actually done are keys and locked doors, but the basic functionality is in place).

My problem with the Wolf3D game now is coming up with an interesting premise and game idea. I'm tired of FPS games, and this certainly won't stand up next to Quake3. I'm thinking of doing a Ghostbusters-esque game that emphasizes fun more than intensity. We Shall See. Let me know what you think.

Sat, 12 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 12, 1999

Well, we'll be going to Gunston Hall, home of George Mason, today. Evidently it's gorgeous there this time of year, so we're going to stop by for an hour or two. Haven't been there in awhile. It's about an hour's drive away, so I'll bring a book, and my trusty PalmPilot.

I've come to love my Palm. It's been great for three things in particular:

  1. Keeping lists at work. I have half dozen test SSNs, which we use for retrieving documents andt testing out the system. Rather than keep them on paper and take that everywhere, I just pull out my Palm.
  2. Keeping notes at work. I now take notes at meetings, on the Palm, and I can now refer back to what happened in any meeting, quickly and easily. The key here, though, is to stay organized: as that list grows, it'll have to be organized well so I don't have to search forever to find something.
  3. Books on the Palm. Any time I'm not doing anything in particular (even when just waiting for my computer to boot), I can read a few more paragraphs of Jane Austen's Mansfield Park.

And, of course, the games don't hurt. ;-) Somebody actually did a (simple) FPS for the Pilot; I'm going to have to download that before we leave today.

Fri, 11 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 11, 1999

I wrote up a simple little raycaster for BeOS the other day, using Wolfenstein 3D-era technology. It's not particlarly fun to run around in, but it does work. I'll post it here. I'm also working on an actual (very simple) game derived from that, with texture mapping and sound and all that jazz.

Programming this has been a lot of fun, too -- I'd forgotten how enjoyable it is to be working on a programming project, particularly one that actually works!

Got a copy of Neal Stephenson's Cryptonomicon yesterday, too. This looks like an excellent all-around novel. I'll leave it to SFSite to review, for now at least. ;-)

Thu, 10 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 10, 1999

I love 12-hour work days. I love 'em so much, I'm going to go home early today to recover from the one I had yesterday. :-)

Nothing else to report, really; obviously, I didn't do much yesterday outside of work, other than checking my e-mails.

Wed, 09 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 9, 1999

Ugh, Wizard.net's servers have been up and down all week, which is why I haven't been updating more frequently.

IAE, I ran out to CompUSA the other night for a new case (I couldn't remove the power supply from my BeOS system's case, so I needed a whole new case), and surprisingly enough got one for USD$40. I swapped everything into the new case, and it booted up like it had been assembled that way. I'm officially happy. :-)

I wrote a simple Wolfenstein 3D-style raycaster for the BeOS yesterday, partially just to see if I could. It worked remarkably well. I'll be posting it on comp.sys.be.help, and here on a website, and hopefully garnering some feedback.

I'm now #80 out of 102 members of Team BeOS at seti@home! And for no really good reason, it seems to take my BeOS machine a quarter of the time that it takes the Windows98 machine to process the same amount of seti@home data. And the BeOS machine is slower, and the actual program is supposed to be worse.

I've been using Postmaster as my primary e-mail client on BeOS, and if you've got Be, I'd recommend you try this out. It has everything I need (multiple account support, filters, easy attachment handling), and it's quite simply a joy to work with. That's right, I actively enjoy using this program.

Sat, 05 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 5, 1999

Good news and bad news.

The good news is that I've finally got my Palm Pilot working, and I must say I'm impressed. With CSpotRun as my text viewer, I'm reading Jane Austen's Northanger Abbey with gusto. The games are all as good as I'd expect. And once the software is set-up, double-clicking on any Pilot program automatically schedules it for transfer to the Pilot. Well done.

The bad news is that my BeOS machine refuses to boot now. I have no real idea why; it just sits there after I hit the power switch. I'm afraid it's a motherboard problem. I'm going to try to install BeOS on my primary system now, and see how that works. I'm horribly frightened I'll blow away all my data, but then why do I make backups?

In other news, I didn't buy the switcher last night ($180!), so I've got my two systems separated again. It's actually not so bad, particularly now that one of them doesn't work. :-/

Fri, 04 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 4, 1999

Don't know how long I'll be able to stay connected here -- my ISP's telnet connection has been extremely flaky of late.

Well, my Palm III did indeed come yesterday, and it's working fine. The main problem is that, in trying to free a COM port for the cradle (so I can transfer useful apps onto the Palm), I managed to fry my keyboard/mouse/monitor switcher (which I use so I can have the same monitor, mouse, and keyboard for both of my computers). With that dead, I can't do much. I managed to wire up my BeOS system so I could do a bit of programming on that, last night, but I'll have to either buy a new switcher tonight, or if that's too expensive, set up both of them as separate systems again.

In any event, I'm reserving my judgment of the Palm until I can get some interesting applications onto it. I also want to try reading a story or two.

I think I'm slowly getting the hang of how BeOS programming works. I've got a very simple game that I'm putting together; it's a conceptually straightforward sidescroller that should bring in quite a bit of interesting stuff (music, sound effects, threads, animation). I'm rather excited.

I've taken to running seti@home during the day while I'm at work. It's worked pretty well thus far, though it does take over the system something awful. I understand the Windows and Mac versions don't have this problem.

Thu, 03 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 3, 1999

Sorry I didn't update yesterday -- Wizard.net's servers were up and down all day.

I downloaded the seti@home software for the BeOS yesterday. I was a bit perturbed at seeing it suck up system resources like it did, but perhaps that was a matter of its first run. [shrug] I was glad to see I could kill the process, then restart it later with no apparent ill effects.

I just got confirmation from my Mom that the Palm Pilot arrived at the house this morning. Woohoo!

Tue, 01 Jun 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 1, 1999

I'm getting a PalmPilot III tomorrow. These things look awfully cool, and (even more impressively), quite useful. I got it off PriceWatch for a mere $200 including shipping. If it goes well, I'll think about getting one of those new Palm VII's. I'll post my thoughts here after I get it and use it.

Well, I've made some progress on that fantasy novel I've been working on. The detailed outline is, oh, about a third complete, though the last two-thirds will be the hard part.

Thu, 29 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 29, 1999

Funny how we never mention the really big things.

I'm home from work today, so I can have the priviledge of getting six wisdom teeth removed. "Into each life a little rain must fall," and all that.

No word back yet from my Accountability testers. If I don't hear anything more by the end of the week, I'm going to have to do a little prodding. ;-)

Wed, 28 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 28, 1999

Sorry for not updating yesterday; I spent all day at work (11 hours), to make up for the photo shoot on Friday. So there's really not much to report.

Except that Sir Ian McKellen has been cast as Gandalf, and Ian Holm (great English actor, and the main priest Vito Cornelius in The Fifth Element) as Bilbo, in the upcoming Lord of the Rings movie. Great choices, IMO.

I'm also just about ready to release my big misting, "Web Inversion." "Mistings" are...err...humorous criticisms of really bad writing gathered from around the internet, from fanfics to spam to sword-and-sorcery fantasy tales. This has been a tough one for me; it's a long existentialist philosophical treatise, and there's just not a huge amount to make fun of. In any event, if you want to taste a misting or three, Web Site #9 is an archive of pretty much all of them (over 1,000).

Mon, 26 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 26, 1999

Nothing much has happened yet today. Lessee what else has gone on lately.

Oh, I caught the film version of Starship Troopers a few days ago. I was somewhat surprised to find that it wasn't as bad as I thought; there was a furor when it came out regarding its similarities to the novel it's based on. It's certainly nothing like the book, but it's a decent action/adventure take on the story, I think. And there are some nice nods to the novel here and there; they certainly didn't completely abandon the plot. The acting was spotty (Denise Richards was, for some reason, conspicuously bad), and there were some huge plot holes (cf. Denise Richards' character running around and acting normally after being speared through her chest with much pain and agony). Overall, though, it was pretty good. I wouldn't mind watching it again (much like my reaction to Wing Commander).

My Mom's been reading books by Dr. Laura lately. She hits the nail on the head amazingly well, though IMHO her reactions (ITO what she does and how she treats people) tend to be a bit extreme. But I think that what she believes and espouses is right, and I applaud her for sticking up for them.

I've pretty much finished up changes to the site. I still need to figure out what else I should put on the site, but until then I'm satisfied.

Sun, 25 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 25, 1999

I spent much of the evening last night doing various errands, and to reward myself I sat down with a few manga at the local Barnes & Noble. For the uninformed, manga is a style of Japanese comic book that's targetted at an adult audience -- don't be surprised to find nudity and rather gory violence. But the books are so well-done; the violence and such is always (well, almost always) an important part of the story. If you get a chance, read a few at a local bookstore. They're usually very good.

I also watched Cube, a critically-acclaimed low-budget Canadian SF/fantasy film by Vincenzo Natali, about a group of "regular folks" trapped in a series of cubical rooms. Some are safe, some are deadly, and they don't know if there's a way out. But they're gonna try. It's a very good little psychological thriller, which illustrates how people react. What makes us human, both good and bad.

Oh, and the "youth" at my church took care of the service again this morning. It went quite well, actually, and that was at least partially due to Erin's suggesting we all get together after the service last week to go over what we should do. We probably won't get a chance to do this again soon, as most of us will be out of town next month, but this was really quite enjoyable. I hope we can do it again, despite the fact that I dislike putting it together. It's a big responsibility, even for such a small church.

Sat, 24 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 24, 1999

Had an interesting adventure yesterday. A photographer came in to take some photos of me for a magazine I'm doing an article for. So I thought, Sure, she'll come in, stand me in front of a wall, take a few shots, and that'll be it.

My first clue was the two hours she expected to take in setting up. My second was when she showed up with an assistant. But that wasn't enough. I looked at the four-foot-tall luggage cart packed to overflowing with camera equipment, and only then did I realize I was in for a real treat.

First, she suggested setting up her little portable studio in the cafeteria. OK, she was right in that it would be a nice location. Except for one little problem...I didn't have permission to do any of this. I'd assumed this would be a small operation. So I asked a nearby cafeteria drone if it would be OK. I must be fair; she was great, and took me in back to her boss. I exlained we were doing a little photo shoot, and would it be OK if we did it to one side in the cafeteria? He smirked at me (taking me for a photographer, I guess), then said it was fine with him "as long as Terry's OK with it." Having no clue who Terry was, I simply thanked him and left. We weren't really getting in anyone's way in any event.

Then they started setting up, and the photographer's assistant Jay put up lights. Three of them. But that was too much light, so of course Jay started turning off the overhead lights. Not switching them off; he was actually unplugging the lights from their sockets in the overhead compartments. Nobody seemed to be screaming at us, so I figured this was OK.

About this time, Terry showed up. Big, authoritarian guy. One of those born sergeants. Fortunately, he had no problems with what we were doing, as long as he knew what it was we were doing, and we weren't actually impeding anybody. Phew!

So the photographer (Catherine) and Jay finally got everything set up, and the real fun began. Two hours of holding various poses. Catherine gave me lots of compliments about being very photogenic. Hey, it kept me in a good mood.

Once she was satisfied she'd had enough pictures, she released me from the spell, and they started packing up. I had to remind Jay to plug the lights back in. But we weren't done; oh no. She wanted to do one more shoot. Noooo!

This one worked out much more nicely: there's a hallway on the second floor that opens up into a sort of a balcony above the foyer, so we set up there and spent about an hour shooting. At least it was brighter there.

This was on top of the going-away lunch we'd had for a coworker that day. I worked a total of two hours on Friday. Well, I'll work late next week.

In other news, I sent out a test version of Accountability this morning. I hope to get feedback on it over the next few days, and get a stable version out by next weekend (hopefully sooner). Keep your fingers crossed!

Fri, 23 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 23, 1999

You may have noticed that I redesigned my home page, adding some backgrounds and such. Hopefully the changes look a bit better. I plan to add a bit more of my stuff to the site in the near future.

Accountability is getting testers for its first release. I've been playing around with the idea of using dates rather than version numbers for each release. Dates have the advantage of immediately telling you how old the software is; having version 2.0 doesn't tell me that that version was released three years ago. OTOH, version numbers explain exactly what's changed from version to version -- bug fix, minor revision, or major revision. Hmm.

It hit me the other day just how much money I'm pouring into Papyrus. $500 a month. That's $6,000 a year. Six thousand. For no reward. And it's fun and interesting and all, but it really is a lot of mental effort for very little reward. I haven't gotten a dime yet from my little venture.

And now I realized I never explained what was going on there. It's funny; you never put the really major things in a diary. IAE, I've asked my friend Eric to take over Papyrus. He's looking to get a sponsor and take it over in a month or two. The whole thing is a bit depressing, and saddens me, but I really think it's the best thing for me to do. I'm getting tired of this, and I haven't reached my goals. This way, Papyrus will continue.

Thu, 22 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 22, 1999

No, I haven't gotten Quake II yet -- I don't know how much I'd play it. I never really got into Quake. I don't really play computer games much anymore, though I don't really know why. I guess my life is full enough right now.

I've spent some time browsing Elfwood recently. It's an archive of work by amateur fantasy artists, and a lot of it is extremely good. I recommend the Top 250 list. I love fantasy art, and have done a bit of sketching myself. Don't be surprised; I'm not that good. But maybe with some practice....

We had a good time with my relatives. I was, of course, working most of the time they were here, but we managed to hang out together for quite a bit. It's nice to have relatives that you can talk to and have fun with.

I'm starting to get worried about my Be, Inc. stock -- at the moment I'm in the hole $45 on it. Still, I'm confident it'll make an upturn in a few weeks, or even months; it's being mentioned everywhere, from U.S. News and World Report to the AST home page.

Wed, 21 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 21, 1999

I think I'm going to have to visit the doctor. I only got an hour's sleep last night, and I was awake up until I actually fell into Slumber-Land. Completely awake. Ugh. I feel OK at work today, but this has got to stop.

On the plus side, I used some of my copious free time last night to finish off Accountability. I'm hoping to send out a request for testers today, so I can make sure there are no major bugs before putting it up for download.

I bought 50 shares in Be, Inc. today, through DLJdirect. And made $60. Then lost $50. ;-) Seriously, I've actually been checking back on the price constantly today, like if I keep a really close eye on it, it'll be sure to go up. And I know (intellectually) that it's best to wait a few weeks, even on stocks you'd be willing to trade rapidly, before even worrying about their value. But it's like a video game -- will I make money? Won't I? If I sold half, would it be worth it? Should I stick with what I've won, or go for Door Number 3? It really is addictive, and I've only been using it for a day!

Oh, and I came across this today on The Onion (it's been edited a bit):

     
Top Seven Reasons Women's Soccer Victory Was So Popular


7. Watching Chinese women's soccer team get beaten by U.S. team on ABC more enjoyable than watching Ann Jillian get beaten by alcoholic husband on Lifetime.

6. Women's sports teams generally tend to be better listeners.

5. All those self-esteem-building Nike ads finally paying off.

4. Combines sports with breasts for unbeatable male-interest factor.

3. Provide valuable role models for young, hyper-competitive girls with domineering, achievement-oriented parents.

2. Male athletes lack cute, floppity ponytails that bob up and down.

1. Women's salaries help keep ticket prices low.

     
Tue, 20 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 20, 1999

Wow! A lot's happened lately.

First off, Be, Inc. (makers of that BeOS thing I keep takling about) has gone public. It started at $6 per share and closed up 34%. I'm getting shares as soon as my check goes through DLJdirect, which should be tomorrow.

The good folks at iD released Quake II for BeOS, which is a good thing. It's a free download, but all they give you are the executable files; you need to buy the rest of it at the store. Which I'm going to do...tomorrow. I'm downloading the BeOS bit now. ;-)

I've put together an extremely simple demo animation using Lost Marble's Moho, and tossed a link to it on the Other Space home page. I've got a screenshot, and you can download it as a 367KB .avi file. I put it together in, oh, just under an hour. Imagine being able to put together an animation that quickly and easily. Cool.

My relatives (aunt and cousin) came in on Sunday, so there's not really much to report in my life beyond that. We've gone out to dinner, chatted, etc. Today we went in to D.C. and walked around the harbor and Georgetown. They've renovated the harbor, and all of the area is very nice to walk around in. 'Twas a lot of fun.

Sat, 17 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 17, 1999

Goofed off today, pretty much. Only real thing to report is that MST3K: The Movie is very good (not surprisingly). I love how they MISTed their own credits.

Anyway, we've got some relatives coming in for the next few days, so I probably won't be updating that often.

Fri, 16 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 16, 1999

I exercised and did weights last night, and worked on a few bugs in Accountability. I was hoping to get selected items working, but I'm having trouble. We'll see.

I bought three DVD's tonight after an evening looking around the stores in the area: Mystery Science Theater 3000: The Movie, The Secret of NIMH (considered Don Bluth's best film), and Spartacus. I watched the former tonight, and boy I have to admit it was very good. Wish I could've seen it in theatres, but sadly it was only playing at one, very far away. Sigh.

I also ran up to Home Depot to look for lightsabre parts, but I'm not completely sold on making one. I wouldn't really have anyone to show it off to.

Thu, 15 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 15, 1999

Here we go...here's Wolverine in the new X-Men film:

Wed, 14 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 14, 1999

Yesterday's update didn't update; Wizard.net's servers have been up and down lately. Their telnet server, in particular. I keep complaining, and it keeps coming down (hmmmm...maybe e-mails to webmaster@wizard.net automatically reboot the telnet server!).

You're gonna love this: the UN has "recommended" that governments start taxing e-mail. The equivalent of one cent per hundred e-mails, basically. My thoughts? It would discourage spammers, but that's about the only good thing. I wouldn't mind paying one cent per hundred e-mails I send, but I would mind paying taxes of one cent per hundred e-mails I send. Because it's only gonna get worse, and it'll penalize companies for their standard e-mail traffic (I, a low peon at Litton/PRC, get at least a dozen e-mails every day). And you know how good the government is at putting money to good use....

And...hoo boy. A page explaining how to Build Your Own Lightsabre. And according to the author, it should only take a few hours and USD$30-$40. I am very tempted.

Tue, 13 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 13, 1999

Well, I got a horrible night's sleep last night, and the night before too, so I'm not exactly running on all eight cylinders today. Forgive any slips of the fingers.

I started fiddling with BeOS R4.5's demo of Moho, a 2D animation application that exports to standard movie formats. Myself and a friend have been coming up with an idea for a humorous short piece I can animate and have fun with. I've got a great concept, so watch this page for further developments.

Mon, 12 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 12, 1999

Ran across some very cool Palm stuff today: the Bumper, a $40 protective, water-resistant carrying case for your Palm (so you can take it with you jogging, biking, hiking; whatever), and smallTalk, a piece of software that's intended for travellers who need complex translations quickly. It handles several languages, and looks extremely useful. Unfortunately, it costs $80. Ouch.

Sun, 11 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 11, 1999

Actually, I'm writing this ast 12:36 a.m. July 12th. Well, close enough. Insomnia has struck (the entire family, actually -- everbody's up).

I finally got my hands on Disney's The Black Cauldron the other day -- the last copy that Costco had. The Black Cauldron is a little-known Disney film that draws from a series of fantasy novels by Lloyd Alexander, and are highly recommended (particularly for the younger lot).

It's a pretty good film, despite the story itself sucking rocks. Any film adaptation has to cut-and-paste the original plot, but this was ridiculous; they found a long-forgotten, amazingly powerful magic sword down the hall from the dugeon cell the protagonist escaped from. And which he shouldn't have been in in the first place; isn't the Horned King completely ruthless? Why didn't he just kill Taran, who is of absolutely no value to him?

And Taran gives up the sword at the end? No, that sword was supposed to stay with him, as a reminder of all of his dreams, and the realities. The Fair Folk were all just way too cute, though they added one or two that didn't look like Santa's Elves rejects into the crowd scenes, just to show you how interesting they could have been.

Plus, the actual characters were much too Don Bluth-ish, particularly the three witches, who were supposed to be mystical (if slightly screwball) guardians of time, but turned into witlesss busibodies...oh, tanjit, I'm ranting. Oh well, not so bad as this guy complaining about Ralph Bakshi's Lord of the Rings. And boy, does that one sound like it needs complaining about.

Anyway, don't let me discourage you completely; as I said the film is pretty good. The animation itself is excellent, and the direction really impressive. Different emotional elements are handled with aplomb, particularly the gwythaints (dragon-like creatures). I'm not one to cry easily, but my eyes were brimming with tears at the emotional strings pulled at the end. This could have been a kick-butt, Secret of NIMH-level masterpiece, and is instead entertaining enough with flashes of brilliance. *sigh*

It's a pretty good film, despite the story itself sucking rocks. Any film adaptation has to cut-and-paste the original plot, but this was ridiculous; they found a long-forgotten, amazingly powerful magic sword down the hall from the dugeon cell the protagonist escaped from. And which he shouldn't have been in in the first place; isn't the Horned King completely ruthless? Why didn't he just kill Taran, who is of absolutely no value to him?

And Taran gives up the sword at the end? No, that sword was supposed to stay with him, as a reminder of all of his dreams, and the realities. The Fair Folk were all just way too cute, though they added one or two that didn't look like Santa's Elves rejects into the crowd scenes, just to show you how interesting they could have been.

Plus, the actual characters were much too Don Bluth-ish, particularly the three witches, who were supposed to be mystical (if slightly screwball) guardians of time, but turned into witlesss busibodies...oh, tanjit, I'm ranting. Oh well, not so bad as this guy complaining about Ralph Bakshi's Lord of the Rings. And boy, does that one sound like it needs complaining about.

Anyway, don't let me discourage you completely; as I said the film is pretty good. The animation itself is excellent, and the direction really impressive. Different emotional elements are handled with aplomb, particularly the gwythaints (dragon-like creatures). I'm not one to cry easily, but my eyes were brimming with tears at the emotional strings pulled at the end. This could have been a kick-butt, Secret of NIMH-level masterpiece, and is instead entertaining enough with flashes of brilliance. *sigh*

Fri, 09 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 9, 1999

Accountability is coming on strong. Basic checking account functionality is there (adding a check, adding a deposit, having the total balance out properly), and before I came in to work this morning I got a window to auto-save its position between opening and closing the window. And you can restore it to defaults simply by deleting the file. I'm very pleased. All that's left is to display money properly (as it is it just displays the amount, without two decimal places at the end), and deleting a transaction after it's been added.

I just ran across a very interesting webpage that basically offers up a solution for paying an author for whatever works s/he authors, in a world of free and instantaneous copies (e.g. the internet). It suggests that the publisher (or author) set up a system whereby people can donate a certain amount of money to a fund, and if that fund hits a certain limit, the author will release more of his/her work. If the fund does not reach that limit by some date, all donations are refunded. There are other refinements, but it sounds like it's worth thinking about.

Well, so far the Lord of the Rings movie has only a few actors signed on. Sounds like this film is shaping up quite nicely.

Thu, 08 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 8, 1999

Boy, I almost typed "1998" in that datestamp above. Frightening.

I got some TV in last night, between compilations of Accountability (my BeOS financial app). I finally caught an episode of Crusade, which was basically a below-par episode for an established series, but pretty good for their first season. It definitely has more of a swashbuckling, Star Trek: The Original Series feel than Babylon 5, which is undoubtedly refreshing. Some good old-fashioned space adventuring is an awful lot of fun.

I also caught the last half of an episode of Spawn, HBO's fantasy series. I have to admit -- I thought it was absolutely brilliant. Gritty, but gritty done right: gritty as a part of our lives, gritty as an actual world-view. The animation was not absolutely perfect, but then it's obvious that much more time is spent on the static images than the animation itself. Highly impressive series. At least movie-quality. Wow.

Wed, 07 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 7, 1999

I'm trying to install Linux at home. Linux users insist that Linux is easy to install. Using fdisk to repartition your hard drive, then rebooting several times with various boot disks, and re-formatting your hard drive, is easy? Arg.

Work's going pretty well. I'm a bit tired of it, though. Not surprising, I suppose -- work's supposed to be, well, work. A friend suggested I stay at least a year; he says that a lot of technology companies will dump on the new guy to begin with, to see what happens, then dole out a big bonus when it comes time for the yearly review. So I think I'll stick around at least a little while longer, as I've only been with Litton/PRC for six months.

Tue, 06 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 6, 1999

Wow. It is hot out there, no question. The heat index is 115 degrees Farenheit (sp?) today, according to the weather people. Welcome to Arrakis!

Well, I spent a total of 8 hours at work over the Independence Day weekend. It looks like I will get comp-time for it, though, so I can take a day off some other time. Maybe in a week or two.

The BeOS financial app is pretty close. So far, you can open up a checking account, write a check, and have that check saved back to the checking account screen. Pretty darn exciting. ;-) Next major functionality: saving and loading data.

Mon, 05 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 5, 1999

Ugh. The main application I've been developing isn't working as expected, so I had to go in to work yesterday, and I'll have to go in today, too.

Work on that BeOS financial app continues. It's pretty close to working properly; now I just have to make it look right, save all of its data properly, etc. Pretty cool.

Sat, 03 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 3, 1999

Well, work on my BeOS financial application is continuing apace -- I've got half of drag-and-drop implemented, and basically all of the main pieces in place. Maybe, in a few days, I'll be ready to release it.

I'm trying to think of a good way to release this application, in terms of making money. I'd love to be able to release it for free, and make money through some other aspect of the program. Pegasus, the e-mail client, is released for free, but you can buy full-scale manuals. I like that idea, but I'm afraid it would lead to skimpy on-line help. There's got to be some way to do this without resorting to shareware (which I don't mind, but I firmly believe there's a more elegant alternative to).

Oh, and a new story is on Papyurs. I'm getting tired of doing Papyrus, I must admit. It's costly and time-consuming.

Fri, 02 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 2, 1999

Boy, that was exciting -- we had the power go out last night, right as Mom was preparing dinner. It stayed off for a couple of hours, too. We went out to Boston Market for dinner, and fortunately the power was back on by the time we returned.

I had to make some pretty major changes to one of my programs at work, which meant I stayed a bit late. It also means there's a potential for bugs, and that I might be called back in over the weekend to fix it (the customer wants to start using it Tuesday). Yuck.

Thu, 01 Jul 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 1, 1999

American Independence Day is coming up. What are your plans? We'll be attending a lot of parties (unusual for us), and skipping out on doing fireworks for this year. We won't be able to follow the advice of The Simpsons' Abu: "Celebrate the independence of your country by blowing up a small part of it."

The Palm keyboard is very cool, though not hugely convenient. I can see it being perfect for a train ride, or a car ride with a platform to rest it on. It might be particularly useful at work, for taking notes during meetings and so forth. The keyboard's a little loud for that, but who knows....

Have you heard of GeoCities' new license agreement? It basically gives Geocities' owner, Yahoo!, complete rights to use any content uploaded to a GeoCities server. Legal, and causing a furor. I can see this killing off a lot of their business.

And I've moved all of my June diary entries to the archives.

Thu, 30 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 30, 1999
long day at work + going to bed early = no news

AUGH. I just found out that I lost all of my August diary entries. Arg arg arg arg arg arg arg. This is very painful.

Wed, 29 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 29, 1999

*sigh* That'll teach me not to trust myself. I went to a local Barnes & Noble last night to participate in a roundtable discussion of Orson Scott Card's Ender's Game. Turns out it was scheduled for Monday night instead. I'd even written the correct date on my calendar. I just hadn't double-checked it. Arg.

Good to see that Brennen's homepage is back to normal. He reviews Ender's Shadow, and it looks good.

A couple of new pics on You Must Be Kidding Me. I've started putting larger photos on there so you can really see the detail.

Tue, 28 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 28, 1999

I've updated yesterday's diary entry to explain what happened that day. Today, I'm at work, and feeling mostly better; I'm still kinda weak, and I cough occasionally, and my throat's kinda sore, but other than that, I'm fine. :-)

I spent Saturday morning watching cartoons, for once. I caught the premiere of Xyber 9 on FOX, which is a future-fantasy that combines traditional animation and CGI into a rather uneven but ultimately enjoyable show, plus the new Transformers show Beast Machines, the sequel to Beast Wars in which the heroes finally make it back to a strangely empty Cybertron (I hope they somehow manage to bring back Shockwave, who was one of the coolest characters from the original show). I also saw another episode of Digimon, which was predictable but quite enjoyable (and at least the heroes of the show are nicely animated; I'd be willing to hang up a cel of them on my wall, unlike Pokemon, Sailor Moon, Dragonball Z, or many other anime shows).

Mon, 27 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 27, 1999

Ugh, yet another late update. Sorry again; I had a relapse (current symptom rundown: dry cough, nausea, general unwell feeling).

I spent most of the day watching the directors' commentaries on the DVDs of Antz and Prince of Egypt; both were well worth listening to. In particular, the directors of Antz were entertaining to listen to, besides being extremly informative about changes in the scripts, things they'd made sure to emphasize in certain scenes, elements they'd had to fudge on, etc. It's enlightening to see how the directors look at the films they make.

Then, since Dad had never seen it, my parents and I sat down and watched The Prince of Egypt all the way through. What an amazing, powerful film. Those bits of paint and plastic act.

I had to leave just before Moses parted the Red Sea, so that I could go to our doctor's office. Of course, I hadn't been able to get an appointment for that day, so I had to go in for their "open door" hours from 5:00 to 7:00. I found out this really means that if you get there at 5:00, you'll see the doctor by 7:00. No joke -- I spent an hour and a half sitting in the waiting room, reading Entertainment Weekly (which had an excellent article on Buffy: The Vampire Slayer) and watching perky newspeople squeal about the latest proctology medicine on the nearby TV, before I even got inside to the office. Once I was seated, of course, it took another 20 minutes before the doctor could come in.

Fortunately, our doctor is a very friendly guy, so we chatted and he looked me over, and after visibly recoiling at the lump of mucus hanging down the back of my throat, explained that I have a cold with sinusitis. So now I'm on two medications (which only cost $60 [!]), and should be all better in a few days.

Sat, 25 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 25, 1999

Arg, another late one. Sorry; I'm still sick in bed, and not much has happened. What can I say? I apologize from the bottom of my heart.

I do feel bad about not updating; I've certainly been well enough to do so. It just hasn't been at the forefront of my mind lately, what with Mom and Dad recovering and all that.

And, of course, watching TV all day. ;-)

Caught a bit of the new CGI Voltron today; it was alternately good and poor, I must admit. A shame. Anyway, I promise a much larger update soon.

Thu, 23 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 23, 1999

Sorry about not updating yesterday; I caught a cold and spent the day watching TV. I'm back up to about 75% healty now, and I'm at work today. I'm also making progress, thanks to an idea I had when I woke up yesterday.

While watching TV, I did manage to see a few interesting things. Digimon is a Pokemon rip-off that has much better artwork, but looks obviously rushed to America (the voice work is occasionally horrible, and they don't even translate a lot of text in the show to English). I also caught several episodes of Star Trek: Voyager, including the season premiere. Perhaps not surprisingly, it was rather poor; there were a lot of plot holes and inconsistencies. Ah well.

My Dad came home from knee surgery yesterday. In fact I had to drive him home, though that was easy enough. Amazingly, he should be able to walk and drive come Saturday.

I stumbled across a website called Space Future on Tuesday. It talks about civilian space travel, and explains that nothing is preventing us from building space hotels and such, other than initial cost. A space hotel would certainly pay for itself; it would just be initially expensive. It's a shame nobody thinks that it's viable, when the person who does eventually put the money forward stands to make very large sums from this.

Tue, 21 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 21, 1999

Cool! I've now got a web-based interface to my diary, so I can update it wherever and whenever (provided I can get a web connection).

Not much else to report. My Dad's going in for knee surgery tomorrow. My Mom's health is improving, which is good.

I've added a new photo to You Must Be Kidding Me -- go at it!

Mon, 20 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 20, 1999

Personal flying devices. I want one! Just wish they'd give an estimate as to the final cost (as much as they claim it'll be 'affordable,' I have to wonder).

Two more pictures on You Must Be Kidding Me. Keep at it!

There's a new poll on the sidebar. I briefly put up a poll about current movies, then switched it after hearing about Patrick Naughton being arrested. According last week's poll, a little over half of you evacuate a couple of days before a disaster is supposed to strike, and the rest don't evacuate at all.

Also, as a quick side note, I found that my counter script at the bottom of the page wasn't working right, due to permission problems on the counter file. Me bad. Fixed now.

(Boy, a lot of updates today.) I've also re-organized the library, and added The Princess Bride (with a mini-review) to the list of books I've read.

Sun, 19 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 19, 1999

You Must Be Kidding Me is doing great! Keep commenting, folks!

Looks like I'm going to have to redesign a large chunk of Informant. I was originally going to keep a Settings window within an abstract Settings object, but now I think I'm going to have to keep both separate. It'll take time, but it's the only way to do it. *sigh*

I'm going out on a limb tonight. I was an AWANA leader for a number of years (AWANA is a Christian youth club), but haven't participated ever since leaving my old church. Now, tonight, I'll be going to an AWANA club at another church. I will be completely friendless. I don't even know what anyone looks like. Here goes nothing....

Update: 9:19 p.m.

I don't normally do updates like this, but it's enough new stuff thta it makes sense.

The AWANA meeting went well. I had a good time, though I was dismayed at the lack of emphasis on Bible memorization. Even so, it was a good start. I've got a few suggestions for the leaders. :-)

I've restructured Informant, but unfortunately the Settings window refuses to open. I'll have to do some more fiddling; I must have forgotten something simple.

Mom's doing better -- she's not recovering extremely quickly, but we're seeing definite improvement. She's started to eat normal food again, too. Now tomorrow I'll be feeding the dogs and taking them out in the morning, and my grandmother will be taking care of them during the day. It's a bit of a pain, but it could be a much larger inconvenience.

And it's neat to see that Brennen's proposal may go through after all. Cool! We need more classes (and students) like that.

Sat, 18 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 18, 1999

My Dad's knee is getting worse. Looks like I'll be taking on more duties around the house as a result.

I'm working on the settings window for Informant (the BeOS newsreader) -- it turns out to be more complicated than I'd expected. Progress is being made, though.

I've also been thinking of starting a BeOS (print) magazine, cheaply-made. I don't think I'll do it, as I simply wouldn't have the time, but it's worth thinking about. Maybe I can suggest it to somebody.

Fri, 17 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 17, 1999

James Marsden has been cast as Cyclops in the new X-Men movie. Evidently he's been babbling away about how cool it is. Which I like; it's nice to see an actor who absolutely enjoys the coolness of a role.

In other film news, there are reports that Disney will be making a Pearl Harbor film that they want to make "more expensive than Titanic." Excuse me, but I hate it already. The point is not to out-spend each other, people! I despise this whole idea that, if you make the movie more expensive or more explosive or more effects-laden, it will automatically be better than another film that's less expensive. Titanic was expensive because it had to be. There was no other way of telling that story than to make it expensive. Saying that you're making a movie just so you can spend money puts my teeth on edge.

OK, enough ranting. I started and finished The Princess Bride (the "good parts version") yesterday, and sure enough it's better than the film, and the film's a rare gem. The film is a retelling that is extremely faithful to the book (except for excising one or two bits that would have taken up a lot of screen time). Even so, the book is better, mainly because of those bits which would have stretched the film to two and a half hours. Highly recommended (hey, it's not often I read a book cover-to-cover in a day).

Tonight I hope to get working on Daemonsong Productions -- there are a number of advertising and general business details to take care of. DSP is a site dedicated to helping web-based fiction productions get off the ground...basically we take care of the business and monetary side of things, while the author(s) take care of the writing. Drop us a line if you're interested.

And hey, I got some fan mail today! Check it out:

Date: Sun, 6 Apr 1980 20:02:04 +0100
From: 95.J.Baskaya <95.J.Baskaya@oldfield.bath.sch.uk>
Subject: you seem like one hell of a twit to me

i nearly fell a sleep reading your page...dunno what it was about...found
it on a search engine by
mistake.......zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
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I must be getting popular! Thanks for the feedback, J.

You Must Be Kidding Me is getting some great comments! I added two more pictures today, one featuring Microsoft chairman Bill Gates with a rather...um...interesting expression.

Thu, 16 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 16, 1999

I'm home from work today. It looks like Hurricane Floyd won't be as bad as they predicated, at least in this area, but I'm playing it safe nonetheless. I brought some work ome with me, so I can at least claim that....

My Mom's back from surgery, which went well. She's in quite a bit of pain, and she hasn't regained her appetite, but those are the only troubles. She looks great, and it'll only get better from here.

Here's that screenshot I promised:

[Screenshot]

Wed, 15 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 15, 1999

Huzzah! My newsreader (pretty much) works! Well, it can only view messages that are already on the system, but at least now the user can navigate through newsgroups, header lists, and messages. I'll upload a screenshot next time I get a chance.

And my Mom's going in for surgery today at 3:00. It's a gall bladder removal, and it's a standard operation, so she should have nothing to worry about. But she will (wouldn't you?). :-) The good news is that, after this operation, she'll be able to take care of herself again, eat normally, and in general get back to a normal life.

I got into a mini-argument with my friend Eric last night, about the relative cost of animated films vs. live-action ones. I hold that animated films tend to be cheaper than the live-action films that Hollywood puts out (not that they are always cheaper, just that they tend to be), and he insists that it's not the case. Finally I just dropped the conversation. I hate it when we argue like that. It's not like it was a big deal. Ah well.

I tried to do some sketching last night, to improve my meager skills. It was very depressing, mainly because I tried to do a fox furry head, and I have no idea how to draw that sort of thing. I really should concentrate on "normal" stuff until I can draw well enough to attempt more difficult stuff.

I'm enjoying reading Having Everything, a modern tale about a bunch of people who, through their own selfishness and outlook on life, sabotage themselves and others. There's a lot of swearing, and some kinky bits, but it's excellent writing and it contains tables' worth of food for thought.

And there's a new photo over on You Must Be Kidding Me. Start commenting, people!

Tue, 14 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 14, 1999

I've got a new poll, relating to evacuation and government disaster warnings. Whee!

And, inspired by my little exercise yesterday, I've created a new section on the site: You Must Be Kidding Me, a page where you can instantly caption photos from the news. I've added a few new ones, plus several of yesterday's pics.

I worked out quite a bit of that newsreader yesterday -- I know how the settings will work, and how the network connection will work. Hopefully on Thursday I can do some more work on it. I found out that I'm not the only person working on one, so I'd better get it finished soon.

Mon, 13 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 13, 1999

It's been a rather slow day. Not much happened yesterday, other than a bit of work in the paddock. I've been sketching out a few ideas for my BeOS newsreader.

And thus, I present to you the First Ever Brent P. Newhall News Photo Captioning...Thing. Enjoy.


(Indonesian President Habibie speaking about East Timor)
"I'll have an iced double cappuccino, please."


(Our President in a meeting about East Timor)
Should I have the tuna salad or the salami for lunch?


(Sara Jane Olsen, accused of blowing up police officers in 1975)
"I care this much."


(Showing off a computer model of projected Hurricane Floyd damage)
Their $13 million computer BSOD'ed again.


(Models applauding Rebecca Taylor's Spring 2000 collection)
Models applaud the new fashion of saran-wrap pants.


(From starbucks.com)
"Instead of flipping burgers, I can now make over 10,000 different kinds of coffee! It's great!"


(Rare John Coltrane album cover, a mere $50 while supplies last)
Zzzzzzzzzzz

What do you think?

Sat, 11 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 11, 1999

Cool! You'll find my mug (it isn't my best pic, unfortunately), plus my opinions on BeOS, on page 132 of the October issue of PC World, which should be delivered to subscribers right about now.

Fri, 10 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 10, 1999

Yesterday went quite well -- I got my shopping done, with enough ingredients to make dinner tonight. I've been in a baking mood lately, particularly after my Cornish Pasties came out so well. Tonight we'll be having Chicken Honey Mustard Pie, courtesy of Pie Recipe.com.

I was amazed to see Pokemon stuff everywhere. Not that that's a bad thing; it's just that everybody was selling something Pokemon-related.

One neat thing to see was at a cart selling anime-related merchandise in the middle of a shopping mall. Two women in their late 20's were poring over Pokemon trading cards, excitedly debating which ones they had and which ones they really wanted. Maybe Japanese animation really is becoming popular in America. Cool.

I've put together two window's worth of my newsreader, Informant. It's not much, but I know exactly what functionality to put in there. Here's what it looks like:

[Informant

Thu, 09 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 9, 1999

I'm planning to spend a good part of today doing errands -- I have a few birthday presents to pick up, plus some groceries to get, and I haven't bothered to get the battery in my watch replaced for months.

Following Brennen's suggestion, I've decided to suspend my work on a discussion board. It would have been fun to implement, but he's right -- I'd need more traffic on this site first. And I certainly have other things to work on.

Speaking of which, I've begun work on that newsreader, tentatively named "Informant". It's shaping up nicely (wish I could say the same for Accountability, which just plain refuses to compile).

But enough about me. Descent has been ported to BeOS, and Shogo: Mobile Armored Division is being ported. The Shogo engine is purportedly freely available for others to use in their games, so if Shogo gets ported well, it should put a very nice 3D engine in the hands of BeOS developers. I'm looking forward to seeing what comes out of that.

Wed, 08 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 8, 1999

Ahhhh...finally free for four whole days!

I've decided to start work on a BeOS newsreader, one which is both attractive to look at, and reasonably full-featured. I'll post screenshots as I work on it.

As I researched on newsreaders, I came upon newsreaders.com, which provides information about and rates various Usenet news readers. They even have a Good Net-Keeping Seal Of Approval, which is only given to newsreaders that encourage good netiquette and posting practices. Interesting.

Don't have BeOS yet? Order a demo CD from BeDepot for a mere $10 (which includes shipping).

Tue, 07 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 7, 1999

I hope everyone's Labor Day weekends went well.

I'm finally finished with my screen resolution changes at work. Just a few more things to fiddle with, then I can take some time off. And hopefully now I can do a more diary updates.

Regarding my text adventure game: I've been thinking of writing a few rooms and just posting that, adding to it over time. My original plan was to wait until I got a "critical mass" of a couple dozen rooms. Hmmm. Thoughts?

I'm also thinking of writing some discussion board software for this site, letting y'all voice your opinions on current events, polls, and such. Whaddya think? (I don't get any e-mail from you guys.)

Sun, 05 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 5, 1999

Plans change rapidly when the power goes out.

I'm working again today. Fortunately I only have a few more things to do, then I'll come back in on Monday to do some testing.

Church this morning went well -- I sang The Old Rugged Cross and In The First Light (the latter being a song by Glad). I always get nervous before singing at church, even though we only had 50 or so people there. I figure I have a "good" voice; not excellent, but a little better than average. I got a few compliments, anyway, so I can't have done too poorly. :-)

FoxTrot has been running a hilarious series of strips about the iMac (or as they call it, the iWhack...I wonder if Bill Amend reads User Friendly?). Check 'em out.

Also note the new poll, regarding SF films.

Sat, 04 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 4, 1999

Well, I spent 12 hours at work yesterday trying to finish up this screen resoltuion thing. Looks like I'll be working today and Monday to complete it, though the advantage is that I'll be saving up time to take later. I'm thinking of taking next Thursday and Friday off work.

As you may have noticed, I did go to see The Iron Giant on Thursday. It wasn't absolutely perfect for me, but it was extremely impressive nonetheless. I cried.

I also saw Star Wars Episode I: The Phantom Menace, which was terrific -- I was the only one in the theater ('twas a 12:05 p.m. showing), and it was like going on your favorite roller coaster one last time before leaving the park. I cannot wait to get that film on DVD.

Thu, 02 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 2, 1999

"I am not a gun."

(If you don't know what I'm talking about, please see this movie.

Wed, 01 Sep 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 1, 1999

Ahhh, a fresh new month and a fresh new diary file.

Looks like I'm not going to be a deacon after all, at least not soon. The church was going to hold a meeting to elect deacons (my name being one of the ones suggested), but several people voiced their concerns about how the church isn't really following the constitution properly. The meeting's been cancelled until that whole mess is hashed out.

But nothing can keep me down -- thanks to my working 8 hours over the weekend, I'm taking tomorrow off work. I plan to spend the morning doing some light chores around the house that Mom hasn't had a chance to do (she's feeling better, BTW; not up to her regular routine after spending six weeks in bed, but at least she's not feeling nauseous [sp?] anymore), then spend the afternoon at the movies. Iron Giant (very cool retro website, BTW) and The Phantom Menace are still playing at a local movie theater, so I'll go to see them, and maybe see Mystery Men in the evening.

Work's gone well today -- we've fixed the major problems we've had with the resolution change and are moving forward, which is always a good thing. It'll still take a few days to wrap it up, though.

Be has released BeOS Release 4.5.2, a mere month after their previous bug fix (well, it's mainly a driver update). Impressive. There are rumors of a 4.6 release in the works, too, besides the release of R5 around the turn of the millenium.

I've moved all of my past diary entries to the archives.

I've been doing a fair amount of thinking about my text adventure world. I want to do a lot with it, and unfortunately I'm having trouble keeping it all in my mind. I'd love to find a good PalmPilot app that lets you create maps and such; I really should create a separate Memo category for world notes. PilotGear is so slow as to be unusable (literally; the server refuses to serve the entire page).

NOTE: All updates for August were somehow lost.

Tue, 30 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 30, 1999

If all goes well, my About.com site should go live tomorrow. I spent last night writing up extra articles for it, faxing my contract, and e-mailing them a photo of me. Cool, huh?

I also received my Iron Giant DVD from Amazon.com yesterday, and I finally got my parents to watch it. I'm glad to report they loved it ("Not that there was any doubt" -- Saalon, when told of this). What a great film.

No real Informant work lately. I have been receiving some help on a few problems, though, so I should be able to implement them when I get a chance.

I finally won a Sun Type 4 keyboard and mouse on eBay. Hopefully I'll be able to hook up those Sun workstations I bought and get at least one of 'em working. I'll post my progress here.

I'm thinking of joining a Be User Group (a.k.a. "BUG"). The NOVA BUG is relatively close to me, so I might just pop in at one of their meetings.

Mon, 29 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 29, 1999

Others were out of town over the holiday weekend, and couldn't update their websites as a result. I, on the other hand, have no excuse. :-/

I didn't really get much done on Informant; I've hit another one of those troughs in the development cycle. I'm getting help with a few things, though, so I should be able to get a few more things taken care of relatively quickly.

My parents spent a large chunk of the weekend putting up Christmas decorations. The house looks great; I'll have to upload a few snapshots.

I, on the other hand, spent a large chunk of the weekend talking with Saalon (writer of Daemonsong and CEO of Daemonsong Productions). We worked out a few goals for us to push towards in terms of getting popular, plus just chatted in general.

I finally got a CD I bought on eBay and had to wait several weeks for the guy to ship: Panime's Best of the Best. A collection of anime music, including one song that I consider my personal theme song. Coolness. I ripped that track and sent it off to Saalon for him to listen to. I'd upload it here except that that's sort of illegal.

Thu, 25 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 25, 1999

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. May you truly be thankful for every great blessing in your life.

The holidy was excellent over here. The meal itself was excellent; everything tasted like a king's banquet. Well, everything except the rolls; for some reason, you could have used them to build a wall with. So we used 'em as dog biscuits.

Tue, 23 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 23, 1999

Uuuuugh. I feel like Rice Krispies left in the bowl for an hour.

I stayed up waaaay too late last night. First it was talking to Saalon. Then it was talking to Brennen. Then it was working on Informant. I only got something like 3 or 4 hours of sleep, on top of shaving hours off of my sleep for the past week or so. Tonight, I plan to eat dinner, and go straight to bed.

On the plus side, Informant continues to improve. I've got it so that it's close to printing out messages properly (it's got a slight bug in reading the body of the message, which I can fix easily enough). It's very close to being functional, which is a frightening thought. Of course, then I'll have to work out all the little details like header sorting and dynamically-displaying fields and resizing windows and so forth and so on. Still, it's a good feeling.

In part of my talks with Saalon, he suggested an excellent pricing scheme: the first version will be cost USD $10 (a special deal for the first release), and all registered users can buy future releases at half-price. That means that registered users will get a good deal, but will also have to pay for further features. It also means that registered users won't have to pay full-price for a version far down the line, as is the situation with common "registered users only get minor updates free" methods.

Lots of cool stuff happening today, though.

There's a very cool Geek Gift Guide on BeDope. There are some things on there that I'd never heard of. Hmmm, a couple of more things to go onto my wish list.

Star Wars Episode I will be re-released this December for one week, and every cent will go to charity. Now that, I like.

Australian engineers are working on a functioning exoskeleton that works basically just like the one used by Sigourney Weaver in the movie Aliens, according to a story on SpaceDaily. NASA's also working on a full-scale human waldo, e.g. a robot that's the same size and shape of a human, controlled by a human operator simply by moving his/her body. The human makes a fist, and the robot makes a fist. It'll be used for extravehicular activities when it's inconvenient (or dangerous, or too slow) to send out an individual.

(The term "waldo" comes from a science fiction story by Robert A. Heinlein, for what it's worth.)

Mon, 22 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 22, 1999

Eeeeeeeek! No updates in four days! My apologies.

Two major events: One, I've been accepted as the BeOS Guide at About.com. :-) Tonight I plan to fully update it with all of the appropriate links and content, and it'll hopefully go live in about a week and a half.

Two, the head of my project at work has recently decided to overhaul his leadership style, and get more actively involved in the project. He feels he's been more of a manager and less of a leader, and he has a point. He hosted a lunch with me and two of my co-workers on Friday, in which we all hashed out a number of ideas. He likes the idea of having an internal website with documentation and such, so I'm going to suggest a small dedicated server running BeOS. I can but hope. :-) There are a few other little initiatives that I can suggest, which I won't comment on here until I discuss them with him.

Informant is progressing steadily, though not as steadily as I would have liked. Part of the problem is keeping me dedicated to the project; I just get tired of it. I'm fairly close to having a beta-ish version, though. My current plan is to send out an imperfect, not-fully-implemented version to a small group of User Interface Testers, and then incorporate their ideas into a beta version which will go out to beta testers, and then take their bug reports and incorporate them into the first version. The first version will probably be minimally functional from a newsreader perspective, but all of the underlying important functionality will be there.

Thu, 18 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 18, 1999

Stumbled across Microsith, a refreshingly non-vitriolic spoof of Microsoft, and its similarities to the Empire in a certain galaxy far, far away. Very well done (particularly the mock interview with Gates, and the annoying pop-up Darth Paperclip).

Last night was rather interesting -- I had planned to spend a lot of time on Informant, but the computing editor at About.com wanted to chat about my progress. Looks like I'll be accepted as their BeOS Guide! Cool beans.

The upshot is that I stayed up far too late into the night trying to solve a few Informant problems. I didn't fully resolve them, but I did make progress. It'll now download a list of newsgroups, except that because of limitations in variable size it dies out after a certain number of newsgroups. I'm going to have to do quite a bit of more work on that. Plus I tried to implement windows that will save their positions; unfortunately, for some reason, BeOS is returning back some VERY odd numbers regarding the actual size of the window. I'll have to get help on that.

All that, and two new photos on You Must Be Kidding Me! Life is good!

Wed, 17 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 17, 1999

My sister called my Mom this morning and had a long chat. Everything seems pretty much back to normal, though my sister has taken the criticisms in the letter to heart, which in a way is a good thing.

I'm six verses into my memory packet. I want to have eight done by Sunday; I think I should make it. I hope. I wonder if I'll be self-disciplined enough to keep up with it over the coming weeks and months.

And BeOS stock seems to have stabilized at around $12 per share, double its opening price. I really need to pour cash into some stock market investments. Mark my words: the market will go down prior to Y2K, and will go up afterwards. Now's the time to invest (DLJdirect has no minimum account balance).

Tue, 16 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 16, 1999

Well, that little blow-up of yesterday seems to have calmed down; my sister called me today at work, and was fine on the phone. She just wanted to apologize if she'd offended me (which she hadn't). We had a pretty normal conversation, and that was that. Hopefully this won't cause any major relationship problems.

My work on Informant has heated up, mainly because somebody else released a beta BeOS newsreader last night. I spent all evening working on Informant, and got a load of work done. At this point it's a fairly usable reader, though you can't post messages through it. Hopefully tomorrow night I can start on message posting functinality, plus the ability to download the complete list of newsgroups. Huzzah!

Mon, 15 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 15, 1999

We had a big family to-do today; Dad sent off a letter to my sister that basically flamed her for the way she acted last week. Which wasn't a big deal; she hadn't been feeling well at all, and as a result was sort of distant from everybody. But she didn't tell us that, and so after agreeing that she had acted oddly, Dad sent off this letter. It really upset my sister. *sigh*

Sun, 14 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 14, 1999

Wow. Singing this morning at church was fantastic. I got a lot of compliments from people. I guess the Lord does bless things that way.

I started out with a song for which I had a cassette tape accompaniment. When the time came, I bounded up to the little stage, pressed "Play" on the tape deck, and prepared to sing. The music began to play...at about ten decibels. So, with a grin, I stopped singing, stopped the tape, turned up the volume, and hit "Play." The music swelled, I began singing.

I was singing well, too -- my voice melodiously telling the story of Christ's birth, until the second verse, at which point I promptly forgot what to sing. *blush*

With an even bigger grin, I stopped the tape, rewound it to the beginning, and hit "Play" once more. With an off-handed comment that I'd have to try something else if this didn't work out, I began again, and this time the song went swimmingly. Breathing a thank-you prayer, I left the stage.

After the announcements and the offertory, it was time for my second song. This one was even less complicated; an a capella version of I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. The song came off surprisingly well, though; my bass voice did the song justice, and I think the congregation appreciated being able to concentrate on the words. Cool!

After church, Mom and I went to a store called Mrs. McGregor's Garden in Alexandria. Mrs. McGregor's is a wonderful little garden and Small Shiny Objects store, named after the gardener in Beatrix Potter's Peter Rabbit. Lots of neat stuff there, and in fact just enough stuff for a little project I've been wanting to try.

Awhile back, I saw an episode of a gardening show which explained how to make a small tabletop fountain. I described this in detail in a past diary update; basically it's a terracotta pot, with a terracotta dish atop it, with a terracotta pot upside-down on top of that. The dish is tiled with small pieces of plain old tile (just as though one were tiling a floor, only with much smaller pieces), except that a fancy design can be created. A hole is drilled in the center of the dish and the top pot. The bottom pot is filled with water, and a pump placed inside it. The pump hose is then pushed through the hole in the dish, and through the hole in the top pot. Turn it on, and water splashes down the sides of the upside-down top pot, into the dish, and then runs under the top pot and down into the bottom pot.

In any event, while at Mrs. McGregor's Garden, I bought the pots for that project. In fact, the cashier asked me what they were for, and was so impressed she started discussing it with the other cashiers working there. That gave me enough impetus to definitely want to get the fountain done. I'll probably put it at work on a bookshelf.

AWANA was a lot of fun, too; it was a standard night of club, which is nice for a change. I also grabbed a Bronze Memory Packet (60 verses to memorize, in sets of 4), which hopefully I can start memorizing as the days go by.

Sat, 13 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 13, 1999

Well, Mom and Dad were out all day at a Boundaries seminar, which they enjoyed greatly. I spent the day basically watching TV and taking care of the dogs, plus doing a few little computer things. I was hoping to get some work done on Informant, but hopefully I can work on it tomorrow.

I also picked out a few songs to sing tomorrow at church. Earlier in the week, I was asked to do the music for this Sunday, so (like a fool) I agreed. I don't really have much; just a GLAD song that I sing fairly often, plus an a capella version of I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day. I hope it goes over well.

Fri, 12 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 12, 1999

Got quite a bit done on Informant yesterday evening, which is a Good Thing. The Compose window now pops up correctly, with headers and all that all filled out. Now I get to figure out why the quoting code I downloaded from newsreaders.com is choking on a simple bool variable ("true undefined"?! Huh?).

I watched some of WWF Smackdown yesterday, since Arnold Swartzenegger was on. Unfortunately, they spent most of the show blathering on about other wrestlers and vendettas and the terrible things they do. Even worse, the wrestlers that they had on were not very good; they would take long pauses between each move, not even shifting their weight. It just really looked fake, and I'm willing to suspend my disbelief for professional wrestling. Arnold was relegated to being an announcer, which wasn't that exciting -- I wanted to see him kick butt. A wasted opportunity IMO.

Thu, 11 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 11, 1999

OK, I think I need to get this off my chest. Ahem.

An open letter to Microsoft:

Dear sirs,

What with the Department of Justice ruling last week, and the negative press Microsoft has been receiving lately, I would like to suggest that Microsoft re-align its strategies and aim for a new market. You certainly have the resources to do so, and this would open up a new set of opportunities for the company. As it stands, customers are becoming increasingly unimpressed with Microsoft as a company. This needs to be addressed, and I think it could be addressed in one fell swoop.

Microsoft should start selling hardware.

Microsoft mice and joysticks are considered among the best in the industry. High-quality hardware inspires loyalty, has less of a tendency to be error-prone, and is easily tested. Selling hardware puts all of your cards on the table; either your hardware performs better than the competition, or it doesn't. And, most importantly, Microsoft hardware does perform better.

Microsoft needs to re-make its image. Unfortuantely, that image has been eroding for years, and it looks like this trend will only get worse. If Microsoft were to move into a new market in which it has already established itself as a maker of quality products, it could salvage its integrity and return to its position as a respected technology firm.

To quote Dennis Miller, "Of course, that's just my opinion; I could be wrong."

Wed, 10 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 10, 1999

Didn't get much of anything done today. I spent the night listening to Christmas carols and waiting for Saalon to come online, except he didn't and so I went to bed.

Exciting, huh?

Tue, 09 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 9, 1999

To quote a recent Volkswagon ad: Well, that was interesting.

A recruiter at Litton/PRC caught me in the hall on the way out the door, carrying an armful of computer equipment (more on that later) and asked if I would help her recruit potential new hires at George Mason University. On Tuesday, today. I said I'd be happy to if I could get approval from my manager. After getting home, I called my manager and he was nice enough to let me go for the day. So after a quick call to the recruiters' celphone, I was ready to go.

Sadly, I didn't wake up to my alarm clock. It went off on time; I just didn't wake up until forty-five minutes later. *sigh* So I rushed around getting ready, fumbling with a tie for the first time in many moons (OK, I take that back -- I wear a tie to AWANA). I got there later than I would have liked, but my first potential hire wasn't scheduled until about the time I got there, so that worked out OK. Thus began the Day Of Interviewing.

It was enjoyable, but I wouldn't want to do it every day. Evaluating people for eight hours (with a one-hour lunch) is much more tiring than I expected. By the time I got home, I felt like the Dilbert character who had his life force sucked out of him so he turned into a limp dishrag.

As to why I was leaving my building with armloads of computer equipment on Monday, a guy in the building sent out an e-mail advertising that he was giving away computer stuff. I trudged up a flight of stairs to the 5th floor, followed the signs, and lo and behold there were two Sun workstations sitting there for the taking. No joke. CPU's, external hard drives, monitors, cables. After trying to lug one of the 80-pound monitors down to my truck, I grabbed a rolling chair and over several trips managed to get two Sun CPU's, two Sun monitors (one with a remote control!), three external Sun hard drive units, and one standard 14" monitor (to replace the one I own which has developed a bad case of the Plague). Coolness.

Did a bit of work on Informant, but not much. I hope to get BeTalking working tonight, then maybe I can work on Informant over the rest of the week and the weekend.

And I finally got my second Tenchi cel. I'll probably go and get it framed soon.

So Microsoft's a monopoly. I probably should look through the finding of fact over on the U.S. DOJ's website, since it seems a bit difficult to prove. Hmmm. But hey, Be's stock has more than doubled. I can't complain. ;-)

Mon, 08 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 8, 1999

No updates over the weekend, for no particularly good reason. I did come down with some nausea on Sunday, if that helps at all.

Saturday morning was spent helping my Dad move firewood. Our next-door neighbor had a few trees taken down, and had said that we could take whatever we'd like from the remains. I spent some time learning how to split wood, which I am unfortunately pretty good at.

Sunday I awoke nauseous, and decided not to go to either church or AWANA. Instead I stayed home and did some reading and a bit of cartooning. My cartoon bodies kinda suck, but I'm keeping with it for now. Come to think of it, I should upload an example of my work for you all to laugh at.

I did manage to catch an episode of Futurama. 'Twas the one where evil aliens come to Earth and destroy things because they never got to see the end of the season finale of Ally McBeal (that site contains a big Shockwave animation; beware). Some great scenes, and a terrific shot-by-shot spoof of the attack on the Death Star in Star Wars.

That's about it. I got some work done on Informant, which is shaping up nicely. No major breakthroughs yet, but it's close to being functionally usable, which is a Good Thing.

Oh, and there's a new photo up on You Must Be Kidding Me. Cows have so much comedic potential.

Fri, 05 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 5, 1999

Work is going reasoanbly well, getting a few things up to speed. I found a used coffee pot in a corner of our lab, and on a whim cleaned it up and set it to make some coffee. We'll see if anyone actually drinks/uses it.

Not much else going on in my life. I did a bit of work on Informant last night, plus a bit of cartooning. No major breakthroughs.

Marco Nellissen was nice enough to help me troubleshoot a problem I was having playing music in BeOS. I was only getting some of the tracks in .mod files, and I figured it was a problem with my BeOS configuration. Turns out one of the wires was loose on my speakers. *blush* Now I'm getting great sound, though.

I know, I know; this is a rather pathetic update. Can't think of anything to say.

Thu, 04 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 4, 1999

Ugh. I haven't been sleeping well lately. I hate coming in to work when I don't even feel like checking my e-mail at home.

I learned that Marion Zimmer Bradley, famed author and editor, died September 25th. Her level-headed editing and wonderful writing will be treasured by many.

And does anyone know what happened to Elfwood's Most Popular Images page? I've been skimming around there recently (it's where I heard of MZB's passing), and that was a wonderfully useful page.

Cartooning is going reasonably well. My bodies are improving.

I didn't spend much time on it last night, though; I spent most of the evening out at the local craft store. I'm getting my Ryoko cel professionally framed, which is very cool. They're going to "float" it, which means the cel will be between two panes of glass, so that it will look like it's floating in space. Very cool. It's costing me $80 (!), but it'll look great and it'll last a long time.

I also bought another Tenchi cel, as below. A little pricier than the Ryoko cel ($22.50 plus shipping), but then this one is actually from Tenchi Muyo in Love, one of my favorite anime films of all time. I'm happy. :-)


Tenchi himself


Ryoko!

Wed, 03 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 3, 1999

Well, things are pretty much back to normal on the diary front. I downloaded wget, a GNU tool that downloads web pages to a local machine, and wrote a little shell script to use that to back up my personal website. I'll set up a few more to back up other pages I have scattered around (e.g. the STUN Software sites, my CGI scripts, etc. etc.). Then I'll copy all of that to tape once a week.

I've got also got another new photo up on You Must Be Kidding Me, this time a shot of an arrested professional football player (like that narrows it down). Have fun with it!

The cartooning thing is going reasonably well. I practiced heads last night, which are pretty easy until you have to do non-standard things with them (e.g. profile and 3/4 shots). I also need to work more on hair. Even so, it's a lot of fun, and easy to practice for a few minutes.

Of the two cartooning books I bought yesterday, I was struck in particular by one of them. It was How to Draw Comics the Marvel Way by Stan Lee and John Buscema, and what struck me was what it had to say about figures. One of Marvel's trademarks, which I didn't realize existed until they had explained it, is to over-dramatize the body's positioning, particularly for super-heroes. It's fine to draw a character tensed, ready for action, but if you over-extenuate the position that the character is in, the drama is heightened. It's subtle, but definitely has an impact on how you react to the drawings. Very interesting.

Tue, 02 Nov 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 2, 1999 — My Birthday

Well, that's that. My October diary entries are no more. Gone. Kaputskied. Mostly due to impatience in saving an update.

Well, hopefully this will teach me to back up more often and more definitely. I'll keep a closer eye on my backup procedures from now on.

Well, what new has happened? Daemonsong Productions may be allying with Super Thin to provide more web content exposure. Yesterday I read through the entire archives of the hilarious (and occasionally touching) comic strip Kevin & Kell. I bought two books on cartooning, which is a hobby I'm thinking of taking up (no, I'm not very good at the moment). I had a great time at my local AWANA club's Halloween night (I got some gumballs!). I haven't done much on Informant lately, partly due to my not feeling well lately, and partly due to a lot of stuff going on lately at home (relatives coming over, chores to do, errands to do, etc.).

I finally received the anime cel of Ryoko (note that there's a nude image of her on that page, but her naughty bits are covered) that I bought on eBay. I'm going to get it professionally framed, which will take some time -- the place I went to warned that it would take about two months (!). I'm going to try one other framing place that's a little farther out, and hopefully won't have as long of a wait. There are several interesting framing options: a special no-glare glass, and/or a special "double-hung" option which puts the cel between two panes of glass, making the cel look as though it's hanging out in space. Hmmmm.

Work is OK, but rather slow at the moment. I'm stuck in one of those situations where I've got to wait for other people to get back to me on a variety of things. Grrr.

And Princess Mononoke is coming to theaters. It's time to overcome your fear and ask your friends and family to go see this movie. This could very well be the movie that will prove to be a pivotal turning point for anime. Not only could anime become mainstream in the U.S., if America were to suddenly become a serious market for anime, we could see an explosion of new titles being made and released. But only if the anime fans get up and politely get as many people as they can to get into those theatres. AFAIK the movie has only been released on the West Coast so far. Keep your eyes peeled.

October entries missing due to operator idiocy.

Sun, 26 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 26, 1999

Well, Christmas went well. Among other things, I got a Sony CD player/tape deck/radio for work, a bagel toaster for work (I eat a lot of bagels at work), various nice dress shirts for work, plus other paraphernalia (sp?). I'm truly grateful.

In other news, I've been trying to get NAT (Network Address Translation) working on my main BeOS machine. It would allow me to share one internet connection with all of the machines on my home LAN, but none of the other machines seem to be seeing it. I've posted a request for help to comp.sys.be.help, and will get some sort of useful response soon.

Thu, 23 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 23, 1999

Sorry for not uploading yesterday; I had some problems with the web interface to this diary file, and was afraid it might blow away the diary by accident. I think I'll be OK, though.

...In fact, it just happened. Yuck. I hit "save" and my diary was annihilated. Good thing I'd copied it to the clipboard beforehand. Now I'm editing via telnet, which is much more stable. *sigh* Time to look at my web interface code again.

My BeMachine is on the network now, thanks to a higher-end PCI card. I FTP'ed all (OK, most) of my mail, sounds, etc. from my old BeOS machine, so now I'm pretty much running fully. Cool.

I found an excellent job at The Motley Fool that I'm thinking of applying for. It's right up my alley; a technical instructor of sorts. We'll see what happens there.

Tue, 21 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 21, 1999

Ahhhh, bliss. My BeMachine arrived yesterday, ahead of schedule. A combined 900 Mhz of raw computing power. Unfortunately, after running out to buy a modem and Ethernet card, I'm having trouble connecting it to my home LAN -- I can ping the loopback interface (127.0.0.1), but the "network interface fails to initialize." I must be using the wrong driver. And SMC's website isn't responding (they make the network card, and I'm hoping beyond hope that they have BeOS drivers). Still and all, I've got most of my major applications installed, including Postmaster and SETI@home.

I've been reading some of The Motley Fool recently, and boy am I impressed. Not only do they make personal finance easy to understand (no small task), every article is enjoyable to read.

Mon, 20 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 20, 1999

I just uploaded updates for the past few days. Sorry about that.

I checked the UPS website, and they don't actually process packages on Saturdays, so my BeMachine won't arrive until tomorrow. I can hardly wait!

Sun, 19 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 19, 1999

Well, church went well this morning. Dad finally resigned as Sunday School teacher (effective after the last class he teaches, on January 2nd). He feels so good about being free of that responsibility. It's not so much that he despised doing it, it's that he finally feels free to leave the church. Which has been feeling remarkably dead -- nobody really does anything spiritual there. Sure, they'll debate theological points in Sunday School, and they'll tithe a bit to the church. But that's about it. And it's sad.

In any event, I had to cancel going to AWANA because we had a Christmas concert to go to. It was a collection of Ralph (prounced "rafe") Vaughan Williams music, and boy was it beautiful. They had two full-scale choirs plus a children's choir. Beautiful music.

I also finished wrapping all of my Christmas presents, which I'll send out via UPS tomorrow. I'm pleased, too...I managed to get good stuff for everybody on my list.

Sat, 18 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 18, 1999

Had my weekly breakfast with Dad this morning, at IHOP. Pretty good food, though not much better than many other places in my area.

Afterwards Dad and I went shopping at a new local shopping mall. We both picked up several good gifts. We also ran into Mike Minter, the pastor of Reston Bible Church. He was a good friend of ours, until the church started getting...very weird. We had to leave as a result of the really terrible stuff we'd found out about the running of the church. But that's a long story for another time.

I also ran out later in the day and got the bulletins for the church printed. This week: pink paper, in celebration of Christmas.

While at Office Depot waiting for the bulletins to be printed, I picked up a copy of The Motley Fool Investment Guide ($10.40 at Amazon.com), which is an excellent collection of investment suggestions from the guys at The Motley Fool. No "get rich quick" schemes, either; their plans only come to fruition after decades of planning. But boy, do they come to fruition. They run the numbers and show how to turn $10,000 into about $7 million in 30 years, with about an hour's worth of work every three months. It is possible.

I also grabbed a copy of If I Knew Then What I Know Now ($10.40 at Amazon.com). CEO's and other sucessful people were asked "What do you wish you'd been told 25 years ago?", and their answers are collected in this book. A lot of excellent, and occasionally surprising, wisdom. My favorite thus far is "Open your mail at 4:30 p.m. every day." As the author explains, this way, you come in to work each day and have the day you planned to have. Then at the end of the day, open your mail and use it to plan the next day.

Fri, 17 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 17, 1999

Well, we had our annual Christmas party at work. Much fun was had by all, particularly during the White Elephant gift exchange. I got a tin of chocolate-covered pretzels and butterscotch candies, which I cetainly can't complain about, considering that I gave out a basket of nuts.

I also made Caramel Apple Bars, thanks to a recipe from CookieRecipe.com. They came out excellent; the best dessert I've ever made. Delicious stuff, and amazingly easy to make.

Thu, 16 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 16, 1999

YES! My BeMachine was shipped today! I should get it by Monday, at which point I'll squeal in glee all across these pages. :-)

Went to lunch at Maggiano's today, a local Italian family-style restaurant. A co-worker was getting married, so we treated her to lunch. Fortunately, we found a bug in the salad, so we got free coffee and two free desserts! Woohoo!

Wed, 15 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 15, 1999

Wow, not even an update on Tuesday. Yikes.

I've added a new Networking section to my BeOS About.com site. I must admit that I'm rather proud of it, though it definitely needs an introduction page.

I've started designing a game for the BeOS Game Coding Competition. It'll be a bit like a top-down version of Privateer, only not nearly as pretty. :-) I plan to use simple unfilled 2D polygons to display each vehicle, except that each vehicle will be built out of distinct segments (engines, weapons, cargo containers, etc.), which should make the game interesting. The game will start just after your fleet is mostly destroyed by an unknown force, leaving your father dead and your ship the only survivor. The rest of the game will focus on you building up your cargo-hauling business while finding out who killed your father. I hope. :-)

Informant's chugging along. I've really got to test whether it can post to newsgroups.

I see that Charles Schultz is retiring at the beginning of the new year. Sad to see him go, though I certainly appreciate his decision. We'll miss you, Chuck.

Mon, 13 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 13, 1999

I should just resign myself to not updating my page on the weekend. How embarrassing (sp?).

In any event. I spent Saturday Christmas shopping, and Sunday relaxing. Church went well, including my leading the congregation in a set of Christmas carols. AWANA was a lot of fun. I need to remind myself to double-check on getting some extra-special Pokemon stuff for the kids.

I also spent some time IRC chatting on #gamedev on AFTERnet. #gamedev is GameDev.net's official chat home, and it has a good group of people. I'm looking forward to having some interesting game design discussions there.

I re-ran across the MacQuarium plans today; it details how to turn a Mac into an aquarium (Aquaria by Jim is also a good resource). Very cool stuff. I'd love to do that to an old monitor one of these days. If one or the other of my Solaris monitors turns out to not work, I may very well do it.

Fri, 10 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 10, 1999

Well, I did it. I ordered a dual-processor P3 with 128 MB of RAM from BeMachines today.

[poor imitation of Tim Allen grunting]

That's about all I can report. This is Brent Newhall, signing off.

Thu, 09 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 9, 1999

Well, I've decided on the path that I'm going to take with Informant. I'm going to concentrate less on releasing it as soon as humanly possible, and more on increasing its featureset. It's OK that there are other newsreaders out there; Informant will be the most powerful (eventually). I'll just have to stay in the race longer than any of the others.

As a result, I've started to spend less time on Informant. I'm going to start writing and sketching and all that good stuff again, while still spending time on Informant. At least the pressure's off, so to speak.

In the meantime, I've come up with an interesting way to fix the bugs that I'm having particular trouble with. I'm going to sponsor a contest: I'll post the code somewhere, minus the important bits that actually talk to the news server, and invite people to download it and try to fix a particular bug. The first person who does so will win $20. I think it'll work nicely.

Wed, 08 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 8, 1999

Not much to report. Last night's episode of Dilbert was cute (appropriately enough). I got a job offer from NEC (which I don't think I'll take; it's too far from where I live). I got a bit of work done on Informant. Blah.

Tue, 07 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 7, 1999 — Pearl Harbor Day (USA)

I woke up this morning a bit depressed. I don't really know why. It's pretty much passed now, though.

If you're at all interested in web page design, check out Dan's Web Tips. It's an excellent overview of the various "tricks" that you can perform with HTML, and reasons why you shouldn't (or should) use them. I tend to agree with his basic philosophy on how to think about websites; that the web isn't about pixel-by-pixel control over the final presentation of your site. There are way too many browsers (and too many combinations of view settings) to guarantee that a meticulously-designed site will work on every browser out there.

I mailed out my payment for the Sun keyboard and mouse the other day. As soon as I receive them, I'll try to hook up the workstations I got from work, and see if they're at all functional.

And I just came across something that tickles me every time I think about it. Galaxy Quest is the upcoming movie that basically spoofs Star Trek -- not only the show, but the fandom empire that the show spawned. The official website is on Amazon.com, but that's not what tickles me. It's the fake fan page that they've put up. It's supposedly from a fan of the original show that (according to the movie) aired in the 70's, and is a cryingly funny spoof of fan web pages in and of itself. It actually includes plot summaries for the series, shots from the original series; the whole shebang is right there. Not only am I impressed at the level of detail, but it's a whole lot of fun to just surf through the site. Kudos!

Mon, 06 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 6, 1999

Uh-oh. There's a new BeOS newsreader out there, namely Gossip. It might blow Informant away.

Which is not necessarily a terrible thing; I was spending huge amounts of time on Informant and was really struggling with it. This might be an opportunity to work on something different, like BeSpy (a GameSpy for the BeOS), or an intelligent agent I'm thinking of developing. I'm hoping to download Gossip tonight to see how it is.

Though now that I think about it, this might give me the impetus I need to make Informant better than Gossip. Informant still has a few bugs that I can't solve, but what's to prevent me from hiring out a BeOS guru to fix them, for a one-time fee? Then I could concentrate on making Informant better than all the other newsreaders out there.

My About.com site, Focus on BeOS, is coming along nicely. I'm slowly filling out the actual content with some various and sundry sections, including networking help and information about BeOS games. I'm having more fun than I expected, perhaps because I'm providing a service that people would find interesting.

I also spent last night talking with Saalon (the man behind Daemonsong) about becoming the About.com Guide to web-based fiction. I verified with the Computing Editor that About.com doesn't have a section like that yet, so hopefully Saalon can corner that particular section at some point. We hope. I know he'd be great at it, and I think this would be a good opportunity for him.

And here's to hoping that the Mars Polar Lander is contacted. If not, this could spell major restructuring of the space program. Which is stupid, because they should expect this sort of thing to happen. It's space travel, after all; I'm surprised more people haven't died and more equipment hasn't been lost yet. Space ain't forgiving, folks. Live with it, and let's keep on exploring that cosmos.

Sat, 04 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 4, 1999

Informant's coming along slowly. I hope to have a decent version ready by the end of the weekend.

I had breakfast with my Dad this morning out at a local Silver Diner. It was nice to just spend some time catching up and chatting. Not that we don't talk as it is, but we don't have all that much time alone with each other.

Thu, 02 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 2, 1999

Not feeling too hot this morning. Had trouble getting to sleep.

But my About.com site, Focus on BeOS is now live. I have a lot of plans....

I did manage to implement "Post New Article" for Informant last night. I'm trying to implement one feature or major fix per night. We'll see where that leads.

Came across a very interesting article called Edit This Page yesterday. It suggests that editing a webpage is mcuh harder than it should be when you have to FTP it. Why not let you edit the page in-place? Just include an "Edit" button or link at the bottom of the page, which pops up the page in an HTML textarea. Hit "Save," and it's saved. Boom. One CGI script takes care of the whole thing.

Wed, 01 Dec 99 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 1, 1999

*sniff* *sniff* Ahhh. A clean new diary page. ;-)

I went to bed early last night, after talking with Saalon about an idea I had for an intelligent agent who would basically maintain your computer. If something goes wrong, you can ask it later on for an explanation. You could ask it to pull up an application or document that you use often ("Pull up the book I'm working on in Gobe."). Lots of interesting stuff.

This was prompted by a browse around some very interesting sites yesterday that talk about intelligent agents, particularly this guy's work.

I've moved all of my November updates to the Past Entries page.

Mon, 31 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 31, 2000

When Saalon last came down here to meet me, he gave me a copy of the first half of Serial Experiments Lain, a anime series that recently won the "Best Anime of '99" award by a major anime magazine. Since I fell ill this morning, I dragged myself into the den and watched everything he gave me, front-to-back. I was extremely impressed. Lain is one of those disturbing, brilliant sorts of stories that keeps you awake at night, going over each scene in your head. And I cannot get the theme music out of my head.

Find Lain, and watch it. I guarantee that you'll get pulled in.

Thu, 27 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 27, 2000

I was out late last night at the grocery store, buying a few things for work and home, including some bird food (which we haven't put out for months). As a result, I didn't get a chance to work on Informant.

The good news is that Informant does indeed seem to be posting properly; the messages just aren't showing up when I load the newsgroup that I post to. Neither does Deja.com seem to show any of my test messages from Informant. Very odd.

Tonight I publish my next interview on Focus on BeOS, plus update the site with a few more reviews and things. Cool. I've also been asked to be an editor at BeGames.

Wed, 26 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 26, 2000

Not a huge amount happening here, thus the lack of udpates.

We had a huge snowstorm yesterday -- true blizzard conditions. The area got about a foot of snow, which I have to admit I liked. We don't usually get much snow around here.

I am happy to report that the chains and tires that I bought last week have helped me tremendously. I have no problems getting around now, whereas before I worried about any snow at all. Small rear-wheel drive trucks have their disadvantages.

So I stayed home from work yesterday. I did some work on Informant and read a bit of The Beekeeper's Apprentice (an absolutely stunning book about further cases of Sherlock Holmes, during World War I).

It's nice to get back into the reading spirit. Ever since college, I've been out of the habit of reading books. I would rip through novels like a cheetah hunting a gazelle before then, but college presented too many stresses and deadlines to let me actually enjoy a book at a pace shorter than one complete novel per month or two.

I've started to look at Focus on BeOS as a site that should be updated daily, and have been following suit for the past week or so. Every day, a little something goes up there, whether a news story or a re-organization of a few pages, or some such. I've started organizing interviews with well-known BeOS personalities, which has been a lot of fun. My "Hard Numbers" section isn't doing so well, mainly because both of the computers that I want to use for the testing are not what you'd call average -- one has a pitiful amount of RAM (meaning that my tests won't be very useful), and the other has an unsupporte video card, resulting in very poor graphics performance. *sigh*

Thu, 20 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 20, 2000

*sigh*

Well, it's been quite a day!

We've already got three inches of snow, and another three are expected. I got to work fine, thanks to my efforts yesterday.

Be's announcements (e.g., a free edition of R5) have the Be online community in an uproar. A lot of people are kinda going nuts and making very far-ranging speculations based on very little evidence. Extremely frustrating. I'm half-expecting people to complain about my relative sanity on the whole issue.

Basically, the whole thing is not nearly as bad as it sounds. Be will be releasing two editions of Release 5: A slightly stripped-down free edition that can be installed like a normal application (or on a separate partition, as usual), and the normal R5, which they're referring to as an "enhanced edition". Nothing all that horrible.

Meanwhile, my About.com site is growing steadily. I'll be posting an in-depth game review of Hopkins: FBI today (done by Irfon-Kim Ahmad), along with an interview with Chris Herborth. I'm also working on more programming tutorials, plus a new section of the site devoted to hard-edged comparisons of the BeOS vs. Windows.

Came across this today:

Salon Magazine recently had a contest to determine a motto for Silicon Valley.The winner was:

"Where quality is Job One-Point-One"
-- Maurice Herlihy


Some Honorable Mentions:

Artificial intelligence -- when you just can't get the real thing
-- Nancy Ott
Sleep is for the weak
-- Robert Zazueta
I came, I saw, IPO
-- Andy Halushka
Public or Perish
-- John R. Wodziak
If at first you don't succeed, go for a second round
-- Rex Hill
Where the world comes to pay more for housing
-- Dana Spradley
Give me your contract-hired, your poor-before, your not-so-subtle badasses
-- Kimberly Green
Spinning sand into gold
-- Sue Clark
"It Compiles. Ship It."
-- Doug Sheppard
Lies, damned lies, and market caps
-- Alex Strasheim
Silicon Valley: commute, compute, commute
-- David Kenney
Come for the overtaxing work environment, stay for the unaffordable housing prices
-- Richard Kairis
Silicon Valley: It happened here first, yesterday
-- Kyri Sparks
Thank you for holding. Our next available technical support representative will be with you shortly
-- Kurt Gray
The other white industry
-- Eli Neiburger
God bless the early adopters
-- Eli Neiburger
Go public or get out of the way
-- Jack Lizmi
Upgrade or perish
-- Allan Ross
We don't just make your computer, we make your computer obsolete!
-- Steve Roche
Silicon Valley Population: 110010101000101010010101000001110010101010101011
-- Karin Newton
Wed, 19 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 19, 2000

It's been quite a day. I woke up this morning with a sore throat and severely upset stomach, so I spent the day in bed. I was lucky enough to get an Amazon.com order, though, including a CD of cartoon theme music. Lots of fun there.

But a major winter storm's coming, so I had to go out at 3:30 to get new tires on my truck, plus chains, and a few bags of sand for the back. I went to a local Costco first, and after standing in line at their tire service for a good ten minutes, was informed that they were all out of tires that fit my truck. This, despite them having signs out advertising tires that fit my truck. *sigh*

So then I ran down to Merchant's Tire and Auto to buy four new tires. That went swimmingly, except that (dummy that I am) I just bought the four all-weather tires and left the store with the tires in the back of my truck. As I was driving down the road, I called Mom and she gently pointed out that there was no way we were going to be able to install those tires ourselves. So I called Merchant's back and they confirmed that they'd be able to install them tonight. Great! I went to a local Super Trak and grabbed a set of chains, then dropped my truck off at Merchant's.

I wandered over to a local Giant's, bought a copy of PC Magazine and Yahoo! Internet Life (which had two articles by Jon Katz, frequent /. contributor), then ate dinner at McDonald's while I read my magazines. Then I wandered back to Merchant's, where they were behind-schedule. Fortunately, they had a TV on, so I was able to catch an episode of CBS' City of Angels (it stank -- fair to poor acting and cliched storylines). I didn't make it home until 9:00, at which point I put on the chains, put the truck away, drank a mug of hot tea, took a shower, and went to bed.

Tue, 18 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 18, 2000

Been entertaining Saalon all weekend. We got quite a bit done on a game design idea we've had, plus lots and lots of chat about science fiction and Star Trek and anime and all sorts of other stuff. Loads of fun.

I hear that Be is going to be shifting its focus to internet appliances, and that Release 5.0 will be downloadable for free. Kinda. The downloadable version won't have all the features of the "full" edition, which you'll have to buy. And, it looks like the free edition will work as a shell rather than an actual operating system. This does not look good, folks.

Yes, this could work. But why take chances?

Thu, 13 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 13, 2000

As you can undoubtedly tell by the frequency of these updates, not much has been happening of late. Saalon will be coming down this weekend, which is very cool. I've been taking care of initiatives at work. I've been thinking of writing a "Learning C++ for BeOS Programming" book, which explains how to write apps in the BeOS, starting at ground zero (e.g. no programming experience necessary). Might be worth splitting it up into more than one book, in fact.

Note the spiffy new poll. I've also added a random quote from a Be employee to the bottom of this page. Hit Reload to see another one.

Mon, 10 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 10, 2000

Light. I am not updating this as often as I should.

Not much has happened lately. I went to an AWANA Olympics line judges' training session on Saturday, then completely forgot to go to the brunch and seminar hosted by the founders of The Motley Fool. Lost $70 on that.

I did go to the Kennedy Center on Saturday night for a performance of Gustav Mahler's 7th symphony, which was cool. A bit non-melodic for my tastes, but still very enjoyable to watch.

Mom and I tried to catch Toy Story 2, but the theater was sold out. Impressive, considering the movie's been out for two months now.

I've updated my shelf of recently-read books with two new entries, The Motley Fool Investment Guide and If I Knew Then What I Know Now, both of which are excellent books worth reading.

And I've pretty much convinced myself to hand Informant over to another developer. I haven't picked anybody out yet, but I don't think I can handle Informant any more as it is. The fire has definitely gone out of my belly in terms of developing on that end, and I figure that I'm better off concentrating on other BeOS projects.

Thu, 06 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 6, 2000

Work's been going pretty well. I had an offer to switch to another sub-contract within my group, which has its appeal. I wouldn't be working as directly with everyone else in the group, though. And that's what I like most about working here; the people I work with. I also am hoping to get a job interview with The Motley Fool. I'll have to think about this.

Not much going on with Informant; I'll have to devote some time to it...sometime. I'll be busy this weekend, what with an AWANA line judges' meeting on Saturday, then a Sunday brunch / lecture from the Gardners, founders of The Motley Fool.

Wed, 05 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 5, 2000

I'm home from work today. I had a bit of a sore throat this morning, so I decided to stay home and do a bit of research for work.

On Sunday, I implemented a scripting engine for Baxter, a BeOS IRC client. I'm very pleased; it can do quite a lot more than I had initially feared. This is another one of those cases where lots of design beforehand resulted in a surprisingly smooth programming effort.

For the non-geeks out there, perhaps a few definitions are in order. A scripting engine is a piece of software that takes programming code (e.g., "/msg $chan Hi, my name is $nick and 1 + 2 is $calc(1 + 2 )") and translates it into the intended result (e.g., "/msg #newbies Hi, my name is Rick and 1 + 2 is 3"). This will be part of an IRC client, or a program that connects to internet chat servers ("IRC" = Internet Relay Chat), and lets users chat on that server.

So, between watching cartoons, I implemented a few more features of the language. I hope to have user-defined variables set up soon, too.

Tue, 04 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 4, 2000

Ugh. An order came down from on high to fix a bug by the end of the day. As a result I worked feverishly until 6:30 p.m. to get it out the door. I hate to rush software development.

Oh well. I had a looong phone conversation with Saalon (the guy behind Daemonsong) about a variety of things. We've had an advertising offer, though it's for a site that provides some soft-core porn. Moral decision time! We're going to look into it and see what can be done to use that money to fund Papyrus.

Sun, 02 Jan 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 2, 2000

Well, we all seem to be alive. Y2K has yielded no major problems. Mot even any minor problems.

Nothing major's happened this past week. I was off on Friday, and spent most of the day either working on Informant, or chatting on the internet. I also saw Galaxy Quest, which was excellent. Very impressive.

I'm hooking up with the maker of Baxter, a BeOS IRC client, to write some event scripting code for him. My code will, hopefully, let people write simple scripts to act on various events. It'll be based on mIRC's scripting. We'll see how it goes.

Informant's stalled again. I may have to contract out some outside help to get all of the little bugs and things fixed. Blah.

I've set up a 1999 archive page with all of my 1999 diary updates, too.

Tue, 29 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 29, 2000

Wake from thy nest, robin-red-breast,
  Sing, birds, in every furrow;
And from each hill, let music shrill
  Give my fair Love good-morrow!
Blackbird and thrush in every bush,
  Stare, linnet, and cock-sparrow!
You pretty elves, amongst yourselves
  Sing my fair Love good-morrow;
    To give my Love good-morrow
    Sing, birds, in every furrow!
-- T. Heywood, Pack, clouds, away, and welcome day

It's a beautiful day here around the nation's capitol. The air is still chilly enough to make you feel alive, but it'll be warming up to the lower 60's as the day goes along. And it's not even March yet! We are, indeed, fortunate.

Fixed a few little bugs in Informant last night. More details on that at its homepage.

Other than that, I had to return a book to one of my AWANA kids (he'd left it behind at the church), then stopped by the grocery store to pick up some dog food. That pretty much took up the evening, though I was able to record a few thoughts for that short story; mainly just what I mentioned yesterday. Next week I'll work on a scene-by-scene outline for the story.

I'm thinking of turning the little yard outside my room into a bird garden. I've been trying to collate a list of plants that birds like. They're particularly attracted to plants that provide cover, and ones that bear fruit or nuts, but I'm more interested in flowers. Ah well. About.com's Birding site has been a good starting point for me.

Mon, 28 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 28, 2000

Give me a pen of steel!
  Away with the gray goose-quill!
I will grave the thoughts I feel
  With a fiery heart and will:
I will grave with the stubborn pen
  On the tablets of the heart,
Words never to fade again
  And thoughts that shall ne'er depart.
-- George Pratt (1832–1875), A Pen of Steel

Well, now that I sound completely arrogant....

Eeek! No updates in quite awhile. Informant has been taking up quite a lot of my time lately; I released PR2 to BeBits yesterday. PF2's more stable than PR1, and a bit more feature-rich. I'm pleased. My next project is a BeOS virus scanner, and then PR3.

On Saturday, Dad took out one of his many power tools, and drilled a hole through the closet ceiling in my room. We then passed that blasted network cable through the hole, plugged one end into Mom's computer upstairs, and the other end into my hub. Voila! Mom has a solid 56kbps connection, whenever I'm online, plus she knows how to connect my computer to the internet whenever she wants to.

I spent some time chatting with Brennen yesterday, about an impressively cool idea he has for a science fiction/fantasy book. I won't reveal too much here, but it could be one of those great, deep, psychological, thinking person's novels. I certainly hope he tries to write it.

AWANA goes well for me; the kids are gearing up for the "AWANA Olympics," which consists of a set of running (and other) games, to be held in mid-March. They'll need to shape up quite a bit for that, and unfortunately I'm not the sort of person who likes to push kids that way. I was talking this over with our game leader, who pointed out that if you challenge the kids, only then will they have a chance to grow. Now I feel better about being a little harder than usual on the kids.

Meanwhile, tonight is writing night for me. I'm working on a short story involving a young woman whose (wired) house gets hacked into. In a sense, it's a story about vulnerability; the protagonist has often been mildly discriminated against because of her gender, and the cracker in this case knows she's a girl, and taunts her with that sort of "girls can't really do computers like boys can" attitude that's so prevalent on the net these days. It'll requires some delicate balancing, because she needs to make that decision to fight back fairly late in the story; once she's made the decision, it's simply a matter of making sure that she actually does the deed. She'll probably go through a set of reactions throughout the story; fear, outrage, mistrust of herself, and she'll probably be mostly reactionary through most of the story, until she finally makes that decision to prove the cracker wrong. We'll see. It should make for an interesting writing exercise, anyway.

Tue, 22 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 22, 2000

When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought,
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
-- William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Remembrance

As you can see in yesterday's entry, we've been trying to install a network cable, so that it will run from my room, to the room above it. Both rooms share a cavity, so we thought we'd drill a hole in the wall next to one cavity (in both rooms), drop the cable down the hole in the upper room, then use a wire to grab the cable in the lower room.

After about an hour of dragging the wire about the lower cavity, we took a plumb bob to the top cavity, taped the free end of its string to the network cable, then tried to drop the plumb bob down.

There was a floor in the way.

It turns out that when Dad built the house, he built it such that the floor went all the way through the cavity, to the outside wall. Of course, that was over twenty years ago, so he hadn't remembered. Arrrg. We put everything away, and tomorrow will just drill a hole through my ceiling and the upper room's floor, and pass the cable through that way.

On another, rather more interesting, note: I posted Informant, Preview Release 1, today. Check out its website, or the entry on BeBits. Huzzah!

The launch didn't go off without its problems, however. The icon that I had put together really really sucked, so I asked Saalon if he'd be good enough to create a new one. He graciously assented, and provided me with a workably decent icon (by both our standards).

I then told everyone in #beos on EFnet about it, at which point several people downloaded it and kindly pointed out a few crash problems. I made a quick fix of those (except for one which I cannot figure out), and re-posted the file. That seems to have made people happy.

Mon, 21 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 21, 2000

Ah! then let Misers bury thus their Gold,
  Who though they starve, no farthing will produce:
But we lov'd to enjoy and to behold,
  And sure we cannot spend our stock by use.
-- Katherine (Orinda) Philips (1631-1664), To my Lucasia, in defence of declared Friendship

I might have been done better for myself by burying my Gold today. More on that later.

I spent much of the weekend working on an application that downloads a particular weather webpage to a computer (thanks to wget), then reads through the webpage, extracts the weather information, and displays that information on the screen. I'm going to be running that on a spare computer in my room, and my plan is to wall-mount the monitor on one of those TV wall mounts.

So I ran out to the store to buy a grand total of four things: a TV wall mount suitable for 14" monitors, a monitor extension cable (when the monitor's mounted on the wall, the cables will probably need some extra slack), a computer power extension cable (ditto), plus a 50-foot 10-Base-T cable. That latter was for a little experiment of mine: now that I have Network Address Translation running on my network, I can feed my one 56k internet connection to all of the machines. I wanted to hook up Mom's computer, which is in the room directly above mine, to my LAN, so that she could feel that power.

Now, I'm trying to save up for my retirement. I've decided to try to put USD $10,000 into the stock market, using The Motley Fool's Foolish Four. At that rate, I only have about USD $200 to spend each month. No sweat, I thought. I had about USD $80 left to spend.

I bought only the items listed above (well, plus a Twix bar). The total came to USD $120. Eek. There goes my budget.

Ah well. We ran the networking cable out the window, and down into my room, and BOY did it work well. Now to figure out a way to install it inside the walls. Dad says that we can run it through a convenient cavity that runs next to both rooms.

Fri, 18 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 18, 2000

The cherish'd fields
Put on their winter robe of purest white.
'Tis brightness all; save where the new snow melts
Along the mazy current.
-- James Thomson (1700-1748), The Seasons: Winter

An ice storm has invaded the D.C. area. Most of the roads are drivable, but the trees' nude branches are shining with newly-formed ice. And, of course, the ever-present Virginia red clay is staining sneakers as we I type this.

I came across an interesting website, if a bit heavy-handed: MutantWatch. What do you think about this growing problem?

Two more photos on You Must Be Kidding Me: Bill Gates and some guy lighting a bunch of candles. Post away!

Also, check out the latest Cool SF news.

Brennen also mentioned Peanut Press, which is trying to sell e-books. That's right; books that are electronic-only, and which you can download to any Palm device. Excellent idea, and they're offering actual, current books, but they're expensive: seven bucks for an average book. I don't know about you, I'm not about to pay about as much as I pay for an actual paperback (which won't accidentally get deleted).

Thu, 17 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 17, 2000

You Must Be Kidding Me is back, and better than ever! Wield your sharpest with at the latest real news photos. You can now view any number of past photos, though a lot of the older ones have already succumbed to link entropy.

I had volunteered to organized a lunch of Chinese food for my co-workers today. It's the sort of thing that, normally, gets me hyped out and worried. This was no exception, though I determined to follow through no matter what happened. It turned out really well, and we had a good time.

I'm feeling a bit tired at the moment, though, so I'd better finish up this update. Ummm. That's all I can think of.

Wed, 16 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 16, 2000

Came across a very cool study of traffic patterns, where a regular guy studied traffic jams for about a year, and tried to find ways he could ease them or break them up. It's written in a very straightforward style, and makes for some fascinating reading.

Heard of the 6-year-old genius? He's in college now, and he has a great webpage about stopping age discrimination. Now, as soon as I can find the stupid link, I'll post it here. :-/

I spent some time last night sketching. At my Dad's suggestion, I took a pencil drawing of a house in England, and started copying it. It won't look as good as the original (which was drawn by my Dad's mother, incidentally), but it'll be good practice.

I also started to put together the distribution package for Informant. I bought www.stuns-software.com, and when that goes live, I'll post Preview Release 1. That should give me a few days to put the package together.

I noticed something very interesting about Jake Lloyd recently. Check out Cool SF for more details.

And I wish I'd found this report on the most recent COMDEX earlier. It's collapse-on-the-floor hysterical. Brought to you by Conspire.com, "Pixelated Paranoia-Plus!", a website devoted to all the greatest crackpot conspiracy theories out there. Well worth reading; these guys have the acerbic with of an MST3K episode.

Tue, 15 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 15, 2000

Rob Rosenberger has a terrific commentary on the media circus surrounding the recent Denial-of-Service attacks against Yahoo!, eBay, and others. As he puts it, "Today's woes don't hold a candle to the damage caused by Good Times mass hysteria. Gullible email users launched devastating 'distributed denial of service attacks' on numerous occasions."

I was also pleased to find a link which will tell you the Navy's current INFOCOM status: www.infosec.navy.mil. "INFOCOM" is a digital equivalent of "DEFCON," measuring the Navy's current alert status on any computer attacks or dangers. It's a bit silly, in a way: all it does is measure how worried Navy people are about virii and website hackers, neither of which will cause a war any time soon (I hope).

I did a bit of writing last night, after going out to dinner with my parents. I have an idea for a near-future story about a cracker that decides to pick on a young woman, but it was late enough that I was only able to put together a very broad outline.

I spent some time this morning updating Cool SF, which was meant to be an Ain't It Cool News for everything science fiction, from films to books to TV to music to computer games. Perhaps I'll actually be able to put in the time to update it now. Or maybe not. :-)

I didn't give blood yesterday, mainly because they usually don't let you if you're not feeling in good health. I'm sorry I didn't, because I've tried to give blood religiously since I started working. It's one of those things that's easy enough to do, and saves lives. Why not?

Oh, and I caught the rest of Bubblegum Crisis over the past week. The last half of the series was very good, and the last episode was as good as many movies I've seen. Highly recommended.

I didn't go to the Be User's Group meeting, since I was sick as a dog on the day they planned to meet. Well, maybe next time (their next meeting will be in eight days).

Mon, 14 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 14, 2000 — Valentine's Day

OK, I haven't udpated in a very long time, but that's mainly because I've been fighting off a virus of the physical sort. It first attacked nine days ago, on the fifth, then returned last Wednesday. After taking it easy over the weekend, I've returned to relative health, except for an occasional cough.

Brennen's weblog took some time to mention...weblogs. They're basically like my diary entries, except that they're heavier on collecting links and lighter on personal life commentary. Reminds me quite a bit of my sadly outdated Cool SF page (I just don't check up on the SF world often enough to keep up the site). Brennen mentions a bunch of links that are worth checking out.

I'm hoping to release Informant as soon as I can get the documentation together; in other words, in a few days. Once that's done, I've designed a BeOS virus checker that I'll write up and post. There are no known virii for the BeOS yet, but we might as well have a line of defence set up before any virii rear their ugly heads.

I've bought a filing cabinet for my room, and have spent quite some time cleaning up. I might finally get my room organized in the next few days. What a thought.

I'm hoping to update Focus on BeOS soon, now that my nose is dry and my stomach not complaining.

And I'm giving blood today. Yippee.

Thu, 03 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 3, 2000

Eeeek! No updates for a whole week! I've uploaded Monday's and Tuesday's news; you might want to check the 1999 page for Monday's entry. We've had a lot of snow lately, so not too much has happened.

I've made quite a bit of progress on Informant, though. It's pretty close to being releasable now, and I plan to release it this weekend, if I can. I have a few more glitches to fix, and then I should be able to give the world a newsreader that's at least minimally functional.

I also plan to go to a meeting of a local Be User's Group next Wednesday. I'm anxious to see what it's like.

Tue, 01 Feb 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 1, 2000

I was back at work today, but I left early to pick up a few packages that the postal serivce was good enough to not bother to deliver (I guess they feared bands of thieves roaming the countryside in the middle of a blizzard; who knows). I then spent the evening watching the anime that was contained inside those packages.

I caught the first five episodes of Bubblegum Crisis, a respectable action/adventure series set in a cyberpunk-ish year of 2032. The first few episodes offer little in the way of originality, though they have their moments. It's epsiodes four and onward that really start getting interesting; plotting gets to be much better than average. I'm looking forward to watching the rest of it.

I then watched Tenchi Forever, the third Tenchi Muyo! movie, the acknowledged sequel to Tenchi Muyo! in Love -- in fact, the title "Tenchi Forever" is only the American one; the Japanese title is Tenchi Muyo! in Love 2 -- and "officially" the end of the Tenchi universe (though rumors have been flying about other series being in the works).

In any event, Tenchi Forever feels quite a bit different than the rest of the Tenchi series. As Shidoshi puts it in his (excellent) review, "Tenchi Forever! pushes the Tenchi mythos into a new level of maturity." This film is serious, and deals with its characters seriously. Every characterization is nailed perfectly, but these are characters who are dealing with a drawn-out, stressful experience; namely, Tenchi disappearing six months before the story proper takes place.

Besides that, the animation and artwork in TF are beautiful. Just about every frame of this film is a work of art. I treasure the time that I spent just looking at this film, much less enjoying the story and character interactions. How many other films can you say that about?

Well, enough about Tenchi for now. I also watched the first few episodes of Record of Lodoss War, which is essentially a long, transcribed D&D campaign. Just about every cliche is there, from elves to dragons to evil witches. Still, even though I have a major gripe about orginality, I can't really fault this series; it's cliched medieval fantasy, done the way it should be. Lodoss War has cool spells, blood-pumping action scenes, mysterious elves, and everything else you'd expect. It's fun entertainment.

Tue, 28 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 28, 2000

Well, the free Personal Edition of BeOS R5 has been released, and it's been a zoo. I logged onto EFnet this morning to check in with the IRC'ers on #beos and #beoshelp. The channels were hopping with folks eager to download the new file. I logged into ftp.be.com and kept checking the /pub/beos directory for the files, until finally at 8:32 the files appeared. Unfortunately, they weren't downloadable yet, and finally I had to go to work. Since then, my work net connection has refused to connect to any websites or FTP servers. Arg.

I did get a call from an About.com person, who's going to try to get me interviewed by a few reporters, about R5. I talked to her this morning, and will call her back once I get a chance to download and install R5, and upload a use guide to my About.com site.

Interestingly, I had a good talk with Glenn, one of the technical administrators at the Sci-Fi Channel. He wanted to know my reasons and thoughts after leaving the SFC's chat server (events.scifi.com), so we had a nice long discussion. He agrees with my assessment that events could be a powerful community, if it had administrator backing, and that the admins need to have some rules applied to them. Hopefully he'll be drafting some regulations, plus a web page, which will greatly improve the server. Once he does that, I'll be free to return to events.

Mon, 27 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 27, 2000

OK, my apologies for not updating lately. I sort of fell out of the habit. Don't really know why.

Before I go into a full update, let me get something off my chest.

Ain't It Cool News, one of the few movie news and reviews sites that actually offers sane and realistic reviews, is running an article from its European news reporter. I quote: "'The Fifth Element', one of Europe's biggest productions and a hugely underrated movie abroad (a lot of people claim this is better than [Star Wars Episode IV:] A New Hope). Not highly original, but original enough to have created a small landmark in sci-fi movie history."

"Original"?

Now, I liked The Fifth Element. It wasn't incredibly deep or thought-provoking, but it didn't have to be; it was a fun sci-fi action-adventure flick. A classic Saturday afternoon adventure.

But where is this originality? The underlying conflict (getting the Chosen One to the final destination, where s/he can save the universe) is highly cliched, as is the basic plot (unsuspecting hero is thrown in over his head, and muddles along as best he can). The ending wasn't just cliched (The universe is worth saving, because of love), it was rather weak in my opinion (the genetically-engineered savior of the universe refuses to save it because people aren't always nice to each other?). Even the weapons and alien make-up were pretty much standard fare.

Don't get me wrong; I'm not saying that Star Wars was more original than The Fifth Element; it wasn't. In fact, Star Wars was probably less original. And I still consider The Fifth Element to be a fun, enjoyable film. But I can't think of one element in The Fifth Element that was original. It gets even worse when I compare it to anime; were The Fifth Element to be made into an anime film, it would slide into obscurity next to many, many other anime films that are just like it.

Sorry; had to get that out of me.

In other news, I've managed to squash a few major bugs in Informant. It's now much more stable, which is of course a good thing. I should be releasing Preview Release 3 tonight or tomorrow night.

I've also been working on my side garden. I have a little strip of yard and woods, approximately 59 feet long and 36 to 49 feet wide. I plan to upload a site describing the garden in some detail, including what I'm going to plant there, and nice pictures of the plants and the garden, as time goes by.

Thu, 16 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 16, 2000

The budding twigs spread out their fan
  To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
  That there was pleasure there.
-- William Wordsworth (1770–1850), Written in Early Spring

Been busy lately, with work and the weather. The weather has been gorgeous all week, with rain predicted for Friday, so I've been trying to spend as much time as possible outside in the fresh air. I managed to rake much of my side yard, and get mulch down over the area that I raked. The rain should clear out over the weekend, so hopefully after that I can plant a few things.

I'm updating Cool SF with any SF news that I come across. I must admit to being proud of myself; I'm keeping up with it pretty much every weekday. Unlike my diary.

Oh, and the free version of BeOS will be released on March 28th. Interestingly enough, I entered a contest to guess when it would be released, and I said March 28th, at 00:00:01. Hey, maybe I'll win something. The Grand Prize Winner gets the full version of R5, ArtPaint, BShisen, Civ:CTP (which I've already bought), Corum III, FAMe Accounting, InSite Designer, JuggleSaver, Gobe Productive (which I already have), and a choice of any two of Moho, Postmaster, Visual Be++, Squeezer, InternetSuite, or a gram of e-gold. Even if I don't get the Grand Prize, they're still giving away copies of the above software. So I should get something.

I've also moved all of my February diary entries back to the archvies, so this page should be a bit quicker to load.

Mon, 13 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 13, 2000

Though you be absent here, I needs must say
The Trees as beauteous are, and flowers as gay,
  As ever they were wont to be;
  Nay the Birds rural musick too
  Is as melodious and free,
  As if they sung to pleasure you:
I saw a Rose-Bud o'pe this morn; I'll swear
The blushing Morning open'd not more fair.
-- Abraham Cowley (1618–1667), The Spring

Well, I just had a very pleasant weekend. Saturday was spent basically relaxing and catching up on my reading, while Sunday was spent on our first volksmarch. What is volksmarching, you ask?

As they put it in the Volksmarching FAQ: "A volksmarch is a non-competitive 6 mile (10 kilometer) walk. It's not a pledge walk, it's not a race, it is a fun activity you do with a club, with your family, with your pet, or all by yourself." Walking trails are set up in the area; they can be through the woods, around town, or pretty much anywhere. You simply go to the starting point, which is typically a visitor's center of some sort (one walk starts at a 7-Eleven; I'll be they do nice business!), which will have a small chest in a corner. The chest contains directions, plus assorted documentation and such. If you're taking the walk for credit, you fill out a card, then at the end of the walk, deposit a small fee, and take a patch with you to commemorate your finishing the event.

In all, volksmarching is a really fun thing. 6 miles isn't a terrifically far walk, particularly when you're seeing the sights along the way. Ours started at the Old Fairfax Museum, then wound through the Old Fairfax city, through some very pretty residential areas, and through a large park. We took the dogs with us, so they were able to get their exercise, too. Very, very cool.

After work, I drove over to a local dump and got some mulch for my side garden. I'm hoping to transform it into a little woodland shade garden. I'll post info to my regular website as that happens.

I was also happy to see that my DVD's finally came; I ordered them on Wednesday, then one was shipped on Thursday, and the other on Friday, both via UPS Next Day delivery. Do you see something wrong here? In any event, I got Young Frankenstein, Dominion: Tank Police (a classic anime series), Venus Wars (a classic anime film), and Macross Plus (a new classic anime series, based on an old classic anime series). Had lots of fun reviewing them; they're all as good as I remember them.

Thu, 09 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 9, 2000

Heard about something interesting this morning: PayPal, a system which serves as a proxy for money, with this twist: you can send and receive money in many forms, and the other side is notified via e-mail. You sign up for a PayPal account, then you can use a credit card to "send" an amount to anybody; if they're not on PayPal, they get a temporary account. They are then notified by e-mail, at which point they can log in (creating a permanent account), and they can withdraw the money via direct deposit to a bank account, a physical personal check, or a credit to a credit card. This is extremely useful for eBay-style transactions.

What else exciting has happened lately? Well, I watched Cartoon Network's Campaign 2000 last night, in which a number of cartoon characters are campaigning for the presidency. They're running faux news bulletins and election commentary, all of which is terrific fun. They've got some great campaign slogans, too ("Yosemite Sam: Yer Darn Tootin'", "Scooby-Doo: Your Candidate is Over Here", and "Elmer Fudd: A Man with a Pwan").

Also, check out this excellent article about open-source, and how it's not financially viable (at least, not in practice, yet).

I've also uploaded my first cartoon. Yes, it sort of sucks, but I have to start somewhere (it's also scanned from cheap paper, so it's a tad grubby). In particular, I need to work on my lettering, I see. :-/

Wed, 08 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 8, 2000

I woke up this morning with an upset stomach and sore throat, so I stayed home and relaxed. Not surprisingly, I enjoyed myself a lot; it's great to have a day with no worries, so to speak.

The Hauppauge WinTV card that I ordered came today. It came out of my About.com check, mainly because the cel that I mentioned yesterday was sold before I could get a chance to grab it. I was extremely disappointed; I felt like I'd lost a pet. It was a terrific cel. I still mourn the loss of it every time I think of the auction. :sigh:

I tried to drown my sorrows by buying another Washu cel, but whoever had a bid on it had an extremely high maximum bid on there; I bid the thing up USD $20 before finally giving up. Well, cel collecting is a waiting game; I'll find another Washu cel sometime.

(I'm also comforted in the knowledget hat both of these cels were bought by the same person, whose eBay user ID is the name of one of the characters in the series. Obviously, this is a serious Tenchi collector, so I probably wouldn't have been able to match the user's bids anyway.)

I did manage to get some drawing in yesterday. I'm practicing my pencil sketching by copying a pencil work that my grandmother (on my father's side) made. I'm...slowly coming along, and learning a few things. I also finished up a cartoon, that I'll post on my personal website as soon as I can scan it in.

Tue, 07 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 7, 2000

Not too much to report. I finally got my Weather Tracker fully installed. It's great, except that the monitor is slowly but surely freaking out on me. I'll post more on that soon.

Now, as some of you might be able to guess from reading this diary, anime is one of my passions. As such, over the past few months I've been collecting anime cels, or the actual original artwork used in the series. I've collected all of the cels that I want, except one: I want a cel of Little Washu from Tenchi Muyo!. Well, I found one on eBay. Unfortunately, it's currently going for USD $155. It's also, in a word, perfect:

As you can see from my March 2nd update, I don't have too much cash on-hand to spend. Sure, I could spend USD $150 on this cel and have $50 left over, but that $50 would have to last me for three weeks. I have several anime series that I want to try out, too, and that'll cost money. Arrrrgh.

Well, in other news, I've been building bird houses lately. I want to do a lot of bird-oriented stuff this year; I plan to build several bird houses, and maybe put up a suet feeder or two. About.com's Guide to Birding has provided a great place to start.

And speaking of About.com, I just got my latest bonus check. I'm getting about USD $500 a month from them now. Not half bad.

I did run across a fabulous spoof of Slashdot, ApostropheColon. It hits the /. nail on the head.

And I've got new photos on You Must Be Kidding Me, incidentally. Thu, 02 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 2, 2000

Ugh. I lost yesterday's update due to a random lock-up in Windows NT. I normally save pretty early and pretty often, but this one caught me unawares.

Fox Trot (the website for the comic strip) is running a terrific faux advertising campaign spoofing the new iMac. The strip had a series that followed the launch of the "iFruit," a computer that's so trendy it causes Beanie Baby-style fanaticism in adults, and changes wallpaper to be more attractive. The actual wallpaper in the room. In any event, the website lets you buy real iFruit T-shirts, in Mango, Huckleberry, and Plum -- and at $14.95, they're not expensive at all.

Meanwhile, it's March, which means I have money again. I've been trying to save up a retirement nest egg, and to do so, I wrote up a spreadsheet and have been limiting myself to $200 per month. Now, I'm ready to spend money again. :-) I'll probably wait a week before making any major purchases, though.

Wed, 01 Mar 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 1, 2000

Well, I'm an uncle again. Today, my sister gave birth to her third girl, Megan. Everyone is healthy and happy.

My parents drove down to my sister's for the birth, which meant that after a long day at work, I came home at 7:15 to an empty house. We'd had a neighbor come over to let the dogs out at 3:30 or so, who then locked them into one side of the house. Unfortunately, that particular neighbor had also given them lots of water to drink, so Lexie (our English Setter) wet all over the hallway when I came in. I couldn't blame her, though, so I cleaned it up and let them both out. No more problems thereafter.

I tried to do some sketching in the evening, but it didn't work out so well; I just wasn't really inspired by anything. So instead, I watched an episode of Space Island One, then Angel.

Space Island One is a cool little dramatic British TV show, set 20 years in the future on a privately-funded version of the International Space Station. It has that wondeful Babylon 5 style of plotting, in which each episode builds on events in previous episodes; the characters in the second season will act quite differently than they acted in the first, based on what's happened to them. It's really an impressive show. The acting is occasionally spotty, but I can forgive them that. Unfortunately, I can only find the show on one local public TV station.

I posted PR2 of Informant on Sunday. PR2 offers some bug fixes, plus a few extra features not seen in PR1. I'm already nailing a few bugs for PR3.

Fri, 21 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 21, 2000

And here I was, thinking I was updating this diary often.

I've gone on a bit of a streamlining binge. I'm starting to cut a few things out of my life, including maintenance of the comp.sys.be.help FAQ, and Cool SF. Now I'm trying to find a few other things that I can get rid of.

My DVD of Project A-Ko (check out this excellent website for summaries and such, particularly the FAQ and in-jokes) -- the anime that's a spoof of anime -- came yesterday, so I took some time to sit down and watch it. As hilarious as I remembered, and it has some truly above-average space combat-ish scenes, too.

I also finally watched the first episode of Macross Plus, the first two episodes of which I bought on DVD awhile ago.

Wow.

This is incredibly good stuff. Not only is the action/adventure animation literally jaw-dropping, but the drama and character interactions are done well too. It's perhaps not the greatest anime of all time, but it's definitely getting high marks from me.

Meanwhile, I had one of my old church friends e-mail me and suggest that all of us church "kids" get together sometime. I e-mailed her back with an enthusiastic assent; hopefully something will come of that.

And the NOVA BUG seems to have slowly slipped away. How annoying.

Oh, thought I'd mention this: In researching about the truly incredible anime series serial experiments lain, I found out that the Cyberia Cafe is a reference to a book called "Cyberia" by Douglas Rushkoff, a non-specific writer (he writes about cyberculture, sexually-transmitted diseases, live-action role-playing, and lots of other stuff, as well as a syndicated monthly column in the New York Times). The entire text of Cyberia is available online, and it makes for a rather interesting read. Evidently, the book explores how computers are changing the development of the human species. And it's excellently-written, to boot.

Tue, 18 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 18, 2000

Updated Cool SF.

I went to the dump last night and got a load of mulch. In the rain. I actually enjoyed it; I was the only one there, I was able to enjoy the weather, and heck...what's a little rain matter?

When I got back to the house, I was amazed to see that my parents had already sanded and painted my French door. The door itself still needs one more coat of paint, but other than that, they did an incredible job. It looks like the door has been part of the house since it was built.

I then did a little work on my About.com site, as requested by my editor. I've come to realize that the organization of the site could be a lot better than it is, so I'm hoping that I can spend some time this week re-organizing the site. I think the whole site will be much better as a result.

I spent some time talking with Saalon, about anime and Tenchi Muyo! and such. He finally saw Tenchi Muyo in Love today, which he loved. It's hard to go wrong there.

I also did a bit of work on Informant, my BeOS newsreader. I think I've got it to where it will use killfiles appropriately. And thanks to some help from #bedev, I've got keyboard shortcuts working nicely; I just need to put in more of them.

Mon, 17 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 17, 2000

In the grey summer garden I shall find you
With day-break and the morning hills behind you.
There will be rain-wet roses; stir of wings;
And down the wood a thrush that wakes and sings.
Not from the past you’ll come, but from that deep
Where beauty murmurs to the soul asleep:
And I shall know the sense of life re-born
From dreams into the mystery of morn
Where gloom and brightness meet. And standing there
Till that calm song is done, at last we’ll share
The league-spread, quiring symphonies that are
Joy in the world, and peace, and dawn’s one star.
-- Siegfried Sassoon (1886–1967), Idyll, from Picture-Show

It's a rainy day in the nation's capitol. After a beautiful Sunday (sunny and in the 70's), God has decided to water his garden. But hey, all of the flowers and shrubs are getting nice and drenched, so they'll be only the more beautiful in the coming days.

I got my federal tax forms in this morning, just in time. The good news it that I should get a refund of USD $1,100. Of course, now I have to worry about state taxes....

I've been invited up to spend the weekend with several online friends, around the end of May. The only problem is that they're meeting in Toronto, which would mean a plane flight. Still, I'm sorely tempted.

Fri, 14 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 14, 2000

Arrrrg, I lost yesterday's update when my work computer froze up. I managed to re-constitute it today and post it.

Anyway, not too much going on. I've spent some time this week going over my taxes, in preparation for actually calculating them out tonight or tomorrow (ideally tonight). Thanks to my huge losses in the name of Papyrus, I should get a sizable refund.

Meanwhile, I've been pretty faithful to my nightly schedule, which pleases me. Background: Because I tend to try all sorts of things, I've decided to apportion out my nights so that I do something different every night. Monday night is writing night, Tuesdays are for drawing/sketching, Wednesday night is music night (piano and violin, plus composing if it ever comes to that), Thursdays I work on my About.com site, and Friday I get in some reading time. I can't always follow the routine fully every week, but I try to get in at least a few minutes of the appropriate thing every night.

Thu, 13 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 13, 2000

Hmmm, haven't much felt like updating lately.

My French door is finally in. All that we have left to do is sand and paint the walls and trim. Ta-da. As a result, I've been spending much more time in my side garden.

I stopped by a local Borders books last night. It was the first time in months that I'd actually wandered the aisles of a brick-and-mortar bookstore (I usually prefer Amazon.com), and I have to admit that it was a lot of fun. I picked up a Tenchi Muyo! manga, Guy Gavriel Kay's The Lions of Al-Rassan (based on Brennen and Saalon's rave reviews), Arthur C. Clarke's The Songs of Distant Earth, and a large compendium of science fiction art. Infinite Worlds, I think it's called. Anyway, it has a terrific introduction by Ray Bradbury.

Thu, 06 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 6, 2000

Well, I planted some West African impatiens, bleeding hearts, and...something else in pots in my garden last night. I don't exactly have a wonderland yet, but it's improving. The impatiens, particularly, look good.

Meanwhile, I've been gearing up to drive up to Saalon's over the weekend. I don't expect to update this diary until Monday or so, as a result. We hope to spend the weekend watching the Tenchi Muyo! OAV series, then the Tenchi Forever film together. Should be fun.

BeOS stock has been rising steadily, after being beaten down steadily to 14 (from 20 or so). Once it gets back up to something over 20, I'll sell some of it and toss my first $2,500 into the Foolish Four. I'm also going to take this opportunity to switch my brokerage from DLJdirect to Datek Online. DLJdirect costs USD $20 per trade, which is just too much for me, compared to Datek's USD $10/trade. And DLJdirect doesn't offer anything special (not that I'd need it; I just want to buy and sell stocks! I can get financial data and evaluations and such elsewhere).

Wed, 05 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 5, 2000

Saalon tipped me off to a new Sci-Fi Channel show: Exposure. It's an hour-long showcase of original short film, in the SF/fantasy/horror genre. Impressively, out of the five shorts used, only one was sucky. Tim Burton's short piece "Vincent" was hilarious, as was "Robotic Showdown" (?). Good stuff, well worth watching.

Saalon was online as the show played, so we got to watch it together, in a virtual sense. It fired up my imagination so much that now I want to make my own short film. Perhaps, with some creativity (and Lost Marble's animation package Moho), I can put something together.

Meanwhile, Dad and I finished up a few things on my French door. We got the brick molding in, added insulation where needed, and put up a piece of drywall. Now all we need to do is finish up the electrical work for the double switch next to the door (one to control the outside lights, and one to control the fountain). Tonight I'll pick up the rest of the supplies we need, set up the five pots that I bought, and plant the flowers and plants that I bought.

Tue, 04 Apr 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 4, 2000

Sorry for the lack of updates lately; the scripts on the site went screwy and I was afraid I might lose my diary file if I updated it through my web interface. That, and I had trouble telnetting/FTP'ing in. Ah well.

Page views on my About.com site have skyrocketed, increasing ten-fold from previously. Be has counted over half a million official downloads of BeOS, and the actual number from unofficial downloads probably puts the number at well over a million. Meanwhile, Be's stock continues to go down (to be fair, along with the rest of the NASDAQ).

We finally bought and installed a French door in the side of my room. That will allow access to the side yard outside my room, which I am now in the process of making into a full shade garden.

Tue, 23 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 23, 2000

OK, the web-based interface is back in business. I hate it when that happens.

I spent all night last night on the phone with Saalon, chatting about Star Trek: Voyager and Babylon 5 and Tenchi Muyo! and short films and digital camcorders and all sorts of other cool stuff. I've been tempted to buy a Canon GL1 (check out the CNET review); it's pricey at around USD $2,000, but it's a professional-quality camera.

I've come up with a couple of extra ideas for my "reverse-lain" idea, including a working title: Wine For Those In Anguish. Dark, huh? ;-)

Mon, 22 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 22, 2000

And now the web-based interface to my diary is eating my updates. Lovely.

Went to a graduation party last night for Erin Smith, a friend. After the main party we played Nurts (a multiplayer solitaire game), went out to see Keeping the Faith -- which I liked quite a bit, incidentally -- and went to Don Paulo's for some Mexican food. After having surprising difficulty explaining that I wanted chicken in my tacos ("I'll have chicken." "You get three; what do you want on them?" "Chicken." "Yeah, but you get three. How do you want them?" "With chicken." "On all of them?" "Yes, chicken." "Oh, OK."), I explained about Mad Cow Disease having entered the country, and managed to scare everyone else into changing their orders to chicken as well. Ha!

On Saturday, my Mom and i went shopping, and stopped by a local nursery, where we found several cool plants. Then, Target was selling some very nice pots of impatiens, so I grabbed four of those, and plopped the cool plants in pots in my side garden. I'll buy more posts to hang the pots off of soon.

I also spent some of the weekend working on that BeOS board game. It'll now display the entire board layout, in all of its sucky glory. I'm not very good at this sort of artwork. Hey, check out a screenshot.

Meanwhile, I stumbled upon www.iahome.net, the "Very UnOfficial Home" of Internet Appliances. It's got a good bunch of information on net-connected devices, presented in a very pleasing way.

Fri, 19 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 19, 2000

Spent a bit of time last night in my garden, putting in a third post and hanging pots from same. I also dug out a few old stumps in the area that will be a pool, as soon as we run electricity out and I buy some extra pond liner. I even managed to yank the skin off of a blister I didn't know I had. Hey, it's a red badge of courage.

I also -- finally -- e-mailed all of my Informant source code, documentation, etc. to the new developer. He wants a contract that explicitly states what we're doing, which is fine by me. I'll have to draw something up over the next few days.

Meanwhile, I bit the bullet and bought the complete original Ranma 1/2 OAV (direct-to-video series) on DVD, the first five episodes of Gundam Wing on one DVD, and the first two (?) episodes of Neon Genesis Evangelion on DVD (all anime, in case you hadn't guessed). I've already seen much of the last half of Gundam Wing, but Ranma and Eva are completely new to me. I'm looking forward to seeing 'em.

Thu, 18 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 18, 2000

Hmmmm, only one week between updates. All righty then.

The BeOS board game is progressing nicely in the design stages. It's based on the rules for Combat Chess II, but modified a little bit. We'll see how that progresses.

I've been informed that I may have to work over the weekend. Ugh. And I just got my pond kit in the mail, and my Dad wanted me to help him stain the hosue. Lovely.

Last night's Exposure was quite good. In particular, I liked Red, by Gary (Robin Williams' Jack) Nadeau -- it's a short about childhood, and how we let those joys of childhood live on. Or don't.

I sort of hesitate to mention it, because it's a rather private idea, but I've been toying with an idea for a direct-to-video anime sort of series. Not that I would have any way to do it, but still. It's a sort of serial experiments lain-type story, in reverse. Kinda hard to explain. I'll post more when -- and if -- I flesh out the story to a decent depth.

Also note that I finally moved all of the March and April upates to the archives.

Wed, 10 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 10, 2000

Here at the fountain's sliding foot,
Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root,
Casting the body's vest aside
My soul into the boughs does glide;
There, like a bird, it sits and sings,
Then whets and claps its silver wings,
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.
-- Andrew Marvell, Thoughts in a Garden, from The Golden Treasury

I've finally completed the majority of the gardening that I wanted to do, though of course, There Is Still Much To Do. I've put up two posts with hanging baskets on them, installed screens in my French Door, planted a few plants in pots on my deck, tried to get a pump working in my fountain (unsuccessfully; turns out I have a bad pump), and other bits and pieces. I'll have to post photos here at some point.

The gardening has been eating up a lot of time lately, though. Now that that's going to be less of a priority for me, I'll be able to get back into my routine (writing, drawing, practicing the piano and violin), and start work on some other projects. I've been meaning to try to write a BeOS board game for awhile now.

Mon, 08 May 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 8, 2000

Two-week gap? What two-week gap? I don't see...oh.

Seriously, oops. For some reason I totally forgot about this page. Or, when I was remembering it, I didn't actually bother to upate it (hi, Brennen!).

I've been watching a lot of anime lately, for some reason. From Gundam Wing at midnight on Cartoon Network, to Macross Plus on DVD (volumes 1 and 2), to formulating ideas for an anime-style direct-to-video miniseries. (Yes, I know that that latter is just a tad ambitious -- it's just a story. For now.) I've even been watching some of the ridiculously over-the-top Dragonball Z, as well as downloading some anime music (I particularly recommend Myung's Theme from Macross Plus -- gorgeous).

The good news is that a friend of mine is putting together a review site, where I, him, and perhaps a couple of other people can toss out in-depth reviews of whatever catches our fancy. The two main strengths of the site will be our emphasis on analytical reviews (not just "This was cool"), and the ability to read multiple reviews of the same work. And I figure I'm always doing mini-reviews of stuff on this diary, so that'll be a nice outlet for me.

My parents went on a mini-vacation last weekend, which left me alone with the dogs. I can't report on any major problems; the one big excitement happened on Sunday morning, when we were visited by a new dog in the neighborhood (a Bull Mastiff, I think), and I had to go out and corral (sp?) Molly, our Golden Retriever.

I've been spending some time gardening, of late. My side garden is slowly improving; tonight I'll be putting up two posts which I'll hang baskets of flowers from, plus planting a few herbs in pots on my deck.

Ran across one hilarious site the other day: Final Cut, a collection of movie reviews that show an amazing lack of basic comprehension. The site's down at the moment; otherwise I'd paste in a few examples. Whew! A good site just for laughs.

AWANA is ended for the year; we had our awards ceremony on Friday. Now all we have left is a lock-in, where we'll eat pizza and play dart wars. I've already bought my weaponry: A Star Wars bowcaster dart gun, a small Nerf pistol, and a larger Nerf pump-action weapon which I probably won't use.

Fri, 30 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 30, 2000

Oft have I caught, upon a fitful breeze,
Fragments of far-off melodies,
With ear not coveting the whole,
A part so charmed the pensive soul.
While a dark storm before my sight
Was yielding, on a mountain height
Loose vapours have I watched, that won
Prismatic colours from the sun
-- William Wordsworth (1770–1850), Written in a Blank Leaf of MacPherson's Ossian, from The Complete Poetical Works, 1888.

After some last-minute worries, it turns out that Brennen will be flying down here next weekend, for the weekend. Huzzah!

Meanwhile, myself and my parents went to a lovely outdoor concert at Reston Town Center, sponsored by WGMS 103.5. Beautiful music wafted on the breeze, with the only interruption being a crotchedy old lady from a nursing home who kept wailing, "For WHAT?" ten feet away from us. Fortunately, she was led away by a nurse of some sort (I think she came with a group).

I've also managed to update my About.com site pretty often over the past couple of days. Hopefully I can get into a regular routine of doing that now.

Wed, 28 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 28, 2000

Had a long phone conversation with Saalon last night, about writing among other things. We agreed that we're both kind of scared about fiction writing right now. It's like we don't know exactly how to approach things. We're trying to find our voice, and trying to get back into writing after a (comparatively) long hiatus.

I've decided that I what I need to do is come up with some large, epic story, then write a small part of it. Just a short story, set in this big universe. I think that that's what I need to build my confidence.

Tue, 27 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 27, 2000

It was back to work today after a very enjoyable and relaxing weekend. I am still a little angry at myself over yesterday afternoon, though: I decided to watch afternoon cartoons, and ended up watching TV for a good seven hours. It's amazing how easy it is to get sucked in by the television. Or the Great Glass Teat, as AICN's Moriarty likes to call it.

However, I used the opportunity to watch some of The 1900 House, a show about the three-month experiment that a family spent in a turn-of-the-century-era house. They had to dress and act as much like the times as possible; everything they bought had to have been available at the time. It's a very interesting story as they learn to cope with the lack of modern conveniences, and the huge amounts of hard work. In this week's episode, the mother explains that she gets a lot of visits from friends, who just adore Victoriana and talk about how much they love it. But now she's realized that they've romanticized Victoriana; they really only want the pretty bits. Even if they coo over how much they'd love to live in a house like this, they don't really want to live in it, and by that I mean clean it, walk up and down its ladder-like stairs, smell the bathroom, or stumble around in it after dark (no electricity, after all). Very interesting.

I hope to get some more work done on my garden this week, hopefully having the pond done by Sunday night.

Mon, 26 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 26, 2000

Just finished an excellent book named Tommy and Me by Ben Stein. Check out my review on my Read Books page.

Saalon came down with some sort of nasty cold/flu combination, and thus didn't drive here for the weekend. It worked out well, though; I've gotten a lot of things done, and he can come in two weeks. Even better, last night we cooked up the idea of Brennen coming too. It just might work, too.

On Saturday I saw Fantasia 2000 and Gladiator, both excellent movies in their own ways. Both of them highly recommended. And there's really nothing to worry about in Gladiator. There's quite a bit of blood, but no gore or severed heads or anything like that.

Thu, 22 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 22, 2000

I was about to excuse my lack of updates by saying that nothing really interesting has happened lately, but whenever I say that I end up having a monster update describing all sorts of things.

Nothing interesting has happened in my side garden, except that I bought that portable fireplace/grill through the internet, and it arrived on Tuesday. The fireplace, not the internet. It looks good, too. We put one of those store-bought logs in it, and it burned nicely. Cool beans.

I also stumbled across NieA Under Seven, the latest anime series from the director of Armitage III and the character designer of serial experiments: lain. It's a nice, calm story about a group of children (all girls), living in what appears to be a vaguely post-apocalyptic world. It focuses on two characters, the shy Mayuko, and the bouncy, blonde, elfin NieA.

What's interesting is that they're posting each episode of the show online, as RealVideo streams, at this place. So you can watch a whole (half-hour) episode, including beginning and ending credits (the latter has been running through my head for a while now).

Saalon's coming down for the weekend, which is cool. We have a lot of anime to watch (Project A-Ko, Tenchi The Movie 2: Daughter of Darkness, the second Tenchi direct-to-video series, some Ranma, and possibly Grave of the Fireflies).

Which reminds me, I bought Grave of the Fireflies on DVD. Supposed to be one of the greatest anime movies ever. Pure drama, about two siblings who lived in Hiroshima. In 1945.

I was also thrilled to be able to catch the 60-second Tenchi Muyo! ad on Cartoon Network, for their upcoming showings of the series. I'm tickled that they're actually showing a show that I've liked for a long time. It's sort of a validation of my taste in anime, I guess. :-) And it's a wonderful ad. Perhaps my favorite line, said in a bombastic, overly-dramatic announcer's voice: "The universe needs a new hero! Tenchi...just needs some peace and quiet. Good luck."

Meanwhile, work has begun to truly suck. We're gearing up for Release 5 of our software on July 7th, and typically for a software project, that means we're operating in crunch mode. Which we shouldn't be. But everyone's been expecting things to go more smoothly at the end. Now that we're putting everything together for the first time, that is. Ha.

Sat, 03 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 3, 2000

Well, today was devoted mostly to chores. My parents are still away, which has been pleasant. Not that I dislike their company; far from it. Rather, it's nice to just be alone and have to take care of onesself. No interruptions (or very few).

I ran out to Home Depot around noon, then stopped in at a nearby Friendly's for lunch. Big mistake. Turns out they were having a spot of trouble with the kitchen staff. I ordered a chicken platter and a Fribble (which is like a chocolate shake); they didn't make the Fribble, and the rest of the meal was lukewarm. At least mine came out relatively quickly; it took the folks next to me about an hour to get their food. There were two separate walk-outs in our little corner of the restaurant alone. They sure lost my business.

I found it interesting that the folks next to me were excusing this behavior by saying that it's so hard to get good kitchen help these days. I should have spoken up, because I disagree: I think there are plenty of good people, it's just that restaurants are slow to fire bad people. They'll find employees who are OK, and keep them on until there's some sort of major problem. No! You have to remember how much a single employee can cost a company in lost revenue, and how much revenue another employee can gain. Be quick to fire; maybe the next person will be a lot better.

I had an upset stomach for the rest of the day too, now that I think about it.

But other than that, the rest of the day went well. I did some more casual gardening, and came up with a great new idea for my side garden (a brick patio in one corner, with one of those portable cooking fireplace stove things, like the Coleman 5065-700 fireplace and grill). In the evening, I set out a few things for a surprise for my parents tomorrow morning. >:-)

Oh, and I posted a review of Neon Genesis: Evangelion, as promised, on Points of View. Fri, 02 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 2, 2000

My parents are away this weekend, going up for my cousin's graduation. I would have gone, too, but somebody has to take care of the dogs....

The morning was spent by first driving up to a craft store and asking them to frame a Washu and Tenchi cel that I won on eBay (picture forthcoming), plus deposit some checks. Unfortunately, the craft store doesn't open until 9:00 on Saturdays, and I got there at 8:30, so I walked down to the Target at the other end of the strip mall and bought a copy of Galaxy Quest on DVD. Terrific film.

By that point the craft store had opened, so I walked in and explained what I needed. The nice young woman behind the counter looked at the cel, smiled, and said "Oh, Tenchi." Turns out she's an anime fan herself, having seen some on the Sci-Fi Channel with her brother, then branching out to buy videos at a local Suncoast. We chatted a bit about our favorite anime series, which was very pleasant. Nice to find someone else who actually knows what I'm talking about.

When I got home, I straightened up my room a bit, then worked out in the garden before calling Saalon. I had hit a point where I needed to talk to him about my anime direct-to-video series idea, so we'd scheduled to talk around noon on Saturday. Not surprisingly, it ended up being a 4.5-hour call which wandered off into discussions of serial experiments: lain, Neon Genesis Evangelion, and movie-making.

I spent the rest of the day pretty much relaxing, watching TV and sitting out in the garden. Very pleasant.

Thu, 01 Jun 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 1, 2000

Eeek. Been awhile, hasn't it?

I've watched the first four episodes of the anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion. This thing is, in a word, amazing. I'll post a full-scale review later on; suffice to say that it's a wonderful, moving, exciting series. Those episodes just came out on DVD; if anime catches your eye at all, check out Eva.

I also bought and watched a collection of direct-to-video episodes set in the Ranma 1/2 universe. Ranma 1/2 is a screwball romantic comedy about...oh, just check out Dar-Long Chang's tribute. I couldn't put it any better myself.

I also got the first DVD of Gundam Wing, and watched the first two episodes. Good, rousing action stuff with a very serious undercurrent. Its strongest facet is its attention to political machinations; nearly everyone has some sort of agenda. Impressive.

I also wrote up a website for Saalon, called "Points of View." It'll be a general review site, reviewing...pretty much anything fictional. Books, movies, TV shows; you name it. Saalon's also working on a terrific column series. Should be interesting.

Wed, 26 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 26, 2000

Now close the windows and hush all the fields;
  If the trees must, let them silently toss;
No bird is singing now, and if there is,
  Be it my loss.

It will be long ere the marshes resume,
  It will be long ere the earliest bird:
So close the windows and not hear the wind,
  But see all wind-stirred.
-- Robert Frost (1874–1963), Now Close the Windows, from A Boy's Will, 1915.

AICN has an excellent review of serial experiments: lain, that anime series that I can't stop talking about. If you want to know what it is, I haven't read a better description yet.

I should be picking up my Sun keyboard and mouse today. So hopefully I can get a Sun workstation wired up and working in my room.

And, according to the Keirsey Personality Sorter, it looks like I'm a Rational (NT), leaning towards the iNTj "Mastermind" personality. Huh.

Tue, 25 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 25, 2000

Two weeks since my last update. Yeeeeeesh.

The relatives left. We had a good time.

I've made some minor updates to the space opera diary.

I've been updating my About.com site. A little.

X-Men was a great movie. So was Gladiator and Fantasia 2000. Check out my reviews of same on Points of View.

I'm going to Otakon 2000, a major anime convention held in Baltimore, August 4-6. Should be a lot of fun. They're doing a serial experiments: lain theme. They've even got Boa, the band that did the lain theme song ("Duvet").

I'm still putting together my cel collection. I have a bunch that are currently being framed.

Been watching Tenchi Universe on Cartoon Network. Great to see this show on the air. And Pioneer has announced they're gonna do a new Tenchi series, which is very cool.

Also, I finally bought a Sun keyboard and mouse, so I should be able to hook up my Sun workstations and see if they actually work. Grabbed 'em off eBay, so they're coming in to my post office box. Should be able to swing by there on Wednesday (I've been working late and doing dump runs for the past couple of days).

And the website for that guy who draws like Yoshitoshi ABe? Turns out, that is the website for Yoshitoshi ABe (yes, he prefers to have his last name spelled "ABe").

Mon, 17 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 17, 2000

Work is going fairly nicely. I certainly have plenty to do, and it's all well-defined. I'll also be meeting with the head of PERMS tomorrow to talk about improving documentation.

I got home around 6:45 tonight, and spend about an hour updating Focus on BeOS. Then I was able to shoot the breeze on #beos on EFnet, and just generally relax for a little while. My parents and relatives were at my grandmother's house, so I had the house all to myself.

I'm going to try to spend about an hour each night working on that About.com site. I really need to get it up to speed, and there's no other way to do it. And heck, I'll be making money....

Sat, 15 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 15, 2000

Work is starting to get heavy again. I'm actually at work, now, to do some testing. As a result, I'm missing CardCaptors (a.k.a. Card Captor Sakura). :pout:

I've been terribly behind on doing stuff for my About.com BeOS site, and with working today, I won't be able to get much done on that. Maybe on Sunday, but I like to take that as a day of rest. Arg.

I'm spending some time fiddling with an idea for a space opera novel, or series of novels. I've uploaded a diary of my thoughts, as I get them.

My aunt and cousin are coming up for the weekend. They stayed at a hotel Thursday and Friday, then will be arriving at our home some time today and staying with us through Tuesday. They're good folks, so that'll be cool. I'm actually planning to go see X-Men with my cousin tonight. I'm anxious to see how the movie turned out.

Tue, 11 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 11, 2000

Well, I had a great time with Brennen and Saalon this weekend. We came up with a fantastic idea for a massively-multiplayer online world that would be way too ambitious for us to be able to fund. But we'll probably put together a design document and post it somewhere.

We also got the chance to watch Project A-Ko, Galaxy Quest, and Tenchi Muyo in Love together, all of which we enjoyed.

I spent some time on Saturday with the Weblint Gateway, a site which checks any given webpage to make sure it's got properly-coded HTML. You can think of it as a compiler for HTML; if there are any syntax errors in the code, they'll be nicely flagged for you. Includes fussy and not-so-fussy options.

And meanwhile, the human genome was mapped. I don't really feel like posting a trumped-up rant about how this will change our lives. It will. Let's start dealing with it.

Thu, 06 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 6, 2000

It's time once again for your favorite game show, Spot the Looney. Now our first segment comes from an online description of the latest issue of the magazine FHM:

In an age when 10-year-old kids use the F-word more often than Joe Pesci in "Goodfellas," America's innocence seems to have gone the way of the dodo bird. FHM is here to tell you that innocence isn't extinct; rather, actress Alicia Silverstone has a monopoly on it. Whether an elephant is attacking her or she's snuggling with her dogs, Silverstone is always a pure, tasty piece of cutie pie. Also in this issue: Total sex! (7-8/00)

Sun, 02 Jul 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 2, 2000

A new episode of NieA Under 7 is up. Also check out this guy's page; I don't know who it is, but s/he draws like Yoshitoshi Abe. Beautiful stuff.

I went to work yesterday, along with practically everyone else on PERMS. This is not a good sign. I'm planning to have a little talk with the head of PERMS tomorrow.

We had a lovely dinner last night; I grilled a steak for the first time on my new fireplace/grill thing. It was my first experience grilling; fortunately, the back of the bag of charcoal briquettes had good instructions, and nothing went wrong.

Thu, 31 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 31, 2000

Well, I went out for a job interview at Intersect, a local start-up software company. They offered me $15K more than I'm maknig now, plus stock options. I'm kinda trying to think of any reasons not to take it. Basically, I really like the people I'm working with now, plus I'm getting to the point where I have some real expertise. OTOH...I'm not exactly happy there. Well, I'll think and pray about it, then we'll see.

But on the way back from the interview, my faithful truck conked out on me. I was fortunate enough to be about fifty yards from a gas station at the time, and they picked it up for me while my Mom came in her car. I drove her home, then went on to work. Then proceeded to try to arrange for something manageable wit Geico, the gas station, finding an auto body shop, and working out a rental car.

I didn't do so well on that last front, but I have worked out a schedule where I'll take Mom's car to work tomorrow, we'll work out something with transporting the truck to the auto body shop, then getting a rental car on Tuesday (Monday being Labor Day).

As a result, I had to spent a VERY long day at work, not leaving until 8:00. And then I had to go to Home Depot and get my Dad's birthday present. In case he's reading this, I'll wait until later to reveal what it is.

Tue, 29 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 29, 2000

I definitely had a full day of work today. Several of the program managers at the sites we support came in to our facility to watch us go through a few of our major test procedures. It was my job (along with Kim, the other tester) to demo those procedures, explaining the changes to the system and how they affected various pieces of PERMS, as well as demonstrating that these new pieces actually do work. We were all very amiable, but I was in Presentation Mode all day, so I got home tired.

I decided to try to jump on IRC, but couldn't connect to anywhere except events.scifi.com, so I relaxed my ban on that server (long story there) and chatted with some good old friends there for awhile. 'Twas a lot of fun. I hope I can re-join that server at some point.

I actually just shot off an e-mail to one of the higher-up admins there, to see if they can't get some conduct rules in-place. It's something I've been arranging for a long time; we'll have to see what happens. It's not exactly fertile ground right now, but I'd be willing to do till some soil if need be.

Other than that, I had a nice long chat with my folks about upcoming vacations and such. Nothing major, just a pleasant conversation. I need to spend more time with them, actually.

Mon, 28 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 28, 2000

Posted massive updates for the weekend.

I watched the first three episodes of Revolutionary Girl Utena late Sunday night. And I'm finding it...very weird. I'll post a full review to Points of View soon, but basically I've found it to be VERY solidly-written, pleasantly drawn, and interestingly plotted, but with several glaring and disturbing problems. I just can't enjoy it yet. Interestingly, this sounds a lot like how Saalon thought of Neon Genesis Evangelion before reading plot descriptions for that whole show. Like him with Eva, I just can't enjoy watching this show yet. Fortunately, there are six episodes on this DVD, so I still have some more to get through.

Sun, 27 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 27, 2000

I overslept on Sunday and told my folks to leave for church without me. After they did so -- reminding me to keep an ear out for our dogs, who would probably need to go out at some point -- I woke up, grabbed my Bible, and padded out in my socks onto my deck. It was about 72 degrees with low humidity, and the birds were singing to each other from the ancient oak trees nearby. I sighed contentedly, read through Proverbs chapter 27, then decided to go grab breakfast before reading more. I put my hand on the door handle, pushed, and...it was locked.

I was locked out of the house.

My beautiful new French doors were definitely locked. I knew that my parents had probably locked up the rest of the house, but I had to try everywhere else. So I gingerly stepped around to the front of the house, over our gravel driveway (not fun when the only protection that one's feet has is a thin membrane of sock). Sure enough, that was locked. A quick trip across the gravel, then along the side of the house to the back confirmed that the basement door was likewise locked, as was the back door. Lovely.

There was one alternative, though. There is a small balcony on the second floor of our house, off of a large bathroom. It's just big enough for two people to sit comfortably and share a card table between them -- perfect for a cup of tea on an autumn day. The view through the woods is spectacular.

In any event, a sliding glass door provides access to that balcony, and if fortune was smiling on me, it might be unlocked. Unfortunately, the balcony is on the back side of our house, and due to the slope of the ground, it's effectively two stories up from there. So I trudged back to the garage at the front of the house (more gravel!), got the extension ladder, hefted it all the way back to the back of the house, manhandled it into position, and climbed up.

After precariously clambering over the balcony railing, I stepped up to the door, took a breath to steady my all-too-hopeful heart, grabbed the handle, and pushed. It was locked.

Great. So I climbed back down, put the ladder away (gravel! gravel! ow ow ow!), and went back to my deck. I looked in balefully at Lexie, our English setter, who was whimpering and jumping about. She needed to go out. This was just getting better and better.

It was at this point that I heard the thunder. The sky had been cloudy all morning, and rain had been forecast. Fortunately, it seemed a long way off, so I sat down to think for a few minutes. This was like a puzzle in an adventure game, I decided. My character had to get into the house. What tools could I use? All of the doors were locked, and all of the windows were closed. I couldn't pick the locks, I wasn't about the break the windows. Meanwhile, Lexie continued to whine. I frowned to myself, thinking about how she got frantic when she need to go out. She'd leap up, trying to get our attention, sometimes knocking into things....

A crazy idea was born, and clung tenaciously to the base of my brain. If I could get either of the dogs to jump up in front of the door, they might put their paws on the latch, and then the weight of their bodies would push the latch down, opening the door. My chances were slim, but I was getting desparate. And I thought I felt a few drops of rain.

After stowing my Bible in the garage (thank goodness we'd put a door in the side of the garage, connecting it with my side yard), I grabbed a stick and held it up outside the door. Both dogs had an immediate missile lock on that wonderful, tasy, mouth-sized piece of wood. I held it near their noses, then lifted it up, calling out "Up! Up!" They eagerly stared up at the stick. "Up!" Lexie began to get agitated. "Up! Up!" She leaped, straight up, about six inches off the ground. A good start, but only a start. "Good Lexie! Up! Up!" She looked at me quizzically.

This continued for several minutes. Neither of the dogs got more than a foot off the ground, and since they never got the stick, they soon became bored with this strange little game, and just stared at me and that mouth-watering hunk of wood. Even a new stick was only enough to keep their attention for half a minute. 'Twas a lost cause, sadly.

Finally, I followed in the footsteps of many great men. I went into the garage, climbed into my truck, stuck my foot out the driver's side window, and slept. Or, more accurately, I dozed heavily, catching up on Friday's terrible night's sleep.

I snoozed without incident until my parents came home. Fortunately, they did not go out to lunch as they had debated doing, and Lexie had had no accidents in the meantime. And the weather had been pleasant, the rain changing its mind and wrapping itself up behind a ceiling of clouds until later in the day.

Later in the afternoon I went to an AWANA leaders' picnic at a local park, where some of the clubbers came. We had a really good time, and talked about some ideas for the coming year, including concerns about how we do shares. Right now, the kids get shares (a.k.a. "AWANA dollars") for finishing sections, coming to club, wearing their uniform, etc., and then a couple of times a year we hold an AWANA store where the kids can buy a trinkets and such. Sadly, that's caused a lot of greed and ill-will (really, more from parents who ask "Why don't you have thus-and-so? You had it LAST week! My boy wants thus-and-so!"). So maybe there's a solution; we'll be thinking and praying about it.

Sat, 26 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, August 26, 2000

I caught the second episode of Escaflowne on Saturday, as well as a few episodes of Digimon (nothing particularly amazing), and a bit of the "fundamentally sucky but with occasional flashes of greatness" Transformers series Beast Machines. I like Escaflowne quite a lot thus far; it has a pleasant balance between rousing action/adventure and quieter moments. And the characters are all non-trivial, which is refreshing (I cannot tell you how tired I am of cliched character archetypes -- the Wise and Noble Leader, the Wisecracker, the Seductive Female).

I then got a late e-mail informing me that the dcMetro gang was meeting down at a local golf range/putt-putt course place at 8:00. So I ran down there, played the batting cages ("Boy, did you!" scream my aching shoulders), and played a round of putt-putt golf. And waddya know, I won by a single stroke!

Thu, 24 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 24, 2000

Well, Roger (my truck)'s been banged up a bit. I was in McDonald's having lunch, when a guy parked opposite it dropped an ice cream cone in his lap, thought the car was in reverse when it was really in drive, hit the accelerator, leaped the divider, and rammed the front of Roger. Thank God, it's still drivable, and the other driver found me and we traded insurance information. And a quick call to Geico has taken care of the whole thing. I'll be taking Roger in for an appraisal this afternoon.

I had another one of those long phone conversations with Saalon last night. Besides our normal anime discussions, we brainstormed about Aria, my research agent. We've got all sorts of neat ideas about where to go from here, like being able to search the results that have been downloaded. He described an excellent application for Aria: research papers.

I also caught the second-to-last episode of Tenchi Universe. Tenchi defeated Kagato, rescued Ayeka, and...? We'll have to wait until next episode to find out what's next.

Which, of course, means that Tenchi in Tokyo starts Friday. We'll get to see Tenchi going off to college and finding a girlfriend (Sayuka?). Should be interesting.

Meanwhile, the family has been planning a European vacation for early October. I arranged for doctor's appointments (routine physical, etc.), and I'm trying desperately to get my passport renewed. Thankfully, the State Department's Travel Deparment has a wonderful passport section, including a renewal form. I should be able to get my new passport in a couple of weeks.

Wed, 23 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 23, 2000

I watched the rest of the first Battle Athletes: Victory DVD last night. It's a fun little anime series; definitely a comedy, but with nice moments of character development. I'm impressed; I'll definitely be grabbing the rest of the series.

I also caught one of the last episodes of Tenchi Universe on Cartoon Network. Wow. The plot is darned impressive. Ryoko kinda died.

Last night was pretty much a wash otherwise, though. Work is tiring me out a lot now. Hopefully I can finish wiring up my outside electrical stuff tonight.

Tue, 22 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 22, 2000

Had dinner with my Grandmother last night. It was kinda sad, actually; she's not doing well mentally, compared to the Grandmother that I know. Not that she's anything approaching senile; she just has a bit of a hard time remembering things, and keeping a train of thought. :sigh:

It looks like I may be starting a local Be User's Group, which would be cool. I got an e-mail from a local Be-er, who wanted to get involved. Since my local BUG has sorta petered out, I figure I might as well organize everyone.

I wonder if User's Groups couldn't be a very effective presence in the community, providing demos of BeOS to other local UG's, talking about BeOS usage with businesses or non-profit organizations (since Be is free, non-profits might see some real benefit from it), organizing software development efforts, and so forth.

I've been trying to keep up with my About.com site; it's hard for me to keep coming up with content every week. My recent series on Adamation's personalStudio has helped, but it's still...well, not always fun.

Yeah yeah, I know, complain complain.

Just finished Brenda Laurel's book, Computers as Theatre. Wow. Very interesting stuff. I'll have to post more about it later. Basically, her idea is that our current viewpoint of software as tools is inappropriate, and that we should start to think about software as agents that help us to complete a task. Which sounds like splitting hairs, but it's a fundamentally different point of view, that changes how software is designed.

I've added Computers as Theatre to my list of read books, along with Think Big, a very good book by Ben Carson, M.D. (a pioneer in the field of emergency brain surgery for critical cancer patients).

Mon, 21 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 21, 2000

Well, last night I went to dcMetro, an interdenominational youth meeting for 18's to 30's, focusing on outreach. The music and general "feel" of the meeting was not exactly what I'd like; it felt like people were trying to hype themselves up so that they could feel God. And, IMO, that's not really appropriate. God's everywhere, right? It shouldn't be a matter of trying to sense a mystical energy force.

But that said, it looks like they're going to try to do some really cool things. Next month they'll be handing out food to the homeless in D.C., and they're looking to do some outreach during the upcoming AIDS walk (sorta to counteract the "GOD HATES FAGS" people...ick). So I'm going to start praying about it, and see if maybe God wants me doing that. AWANA will be starting up in a few weeks, so that will be keeping me busy, too.

I did some work on my side garden this weekend, and just spent some time sitting on my deck reading. It's so wonderful to have a peaceful little corner of the world where you can sit down, sip a mug of hot tea, and truly relax your bones.

I also came up with a brilliant little idea for a series of fantasy books. I wanted to talk it over with Saalon -- who is amazingly talented at coming up with fascinating twists and directions on an idea -- and e-mailed him with my thoughts, but he was selfish enough to be offline most of Sunday. ;-) So, I popped the first DVD of serial experiments: lain into Tramp (my main Windows computer), fast-forwarded a few minutes, dialled his voicemail, and when it came on, hit play. Alice said "You really should check your e-mail at least once a day. It's best, y'know," and I put the receiver down. When Saalon came online later that night, I was satisfied to hear that it was a very creepy experience.

I've also uploaded video clips of the opening and closing credits sequences of one of my current obsessions, NieA_7, to my NieA_7 website, UFO Dreams.

Fri, 18 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 18, 2000

Putting in lots of extra hours at work now. Not too bad, though; I'm doing things that I know how to do. Which is amazingly satisfying.

I had a brief interview with Intersect Software yesterday. Actually, it took two hours; I just expected it to be brief. Anyway.

I'm not champing on the bit to jump ship from Litton/PRC, but I'm certainly not happy. We're not documenting anything, and we're having to put in lots of extra hours to get our products out. These are really bad signs. Intersect sounds interesting; unfortunately, it's a small start-up that expects long hours. I'm going to schedule another meeting with them, after thinking it over, at which point we can get down to the specific offer.

Hmmm. I've stumbled across a few cool websites, but can't remember them now. Gundam.com is very good.

I have got a good amount of content up on UFO Dreams, the first English NieA Under 7 fan website. I'm pleased with that. I hope to be posting announcements to the various anime sites soon.

If the weather holds off, I'll be putting in the pond in my garden tomorrow. Huzzah!

Thu, 17 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 17, 2000

Work.

Sucks.

We've been finishing up work on Release 5.0b of our product, and it's been requiring a lot of long hours. Ah well; we finished up system testing yesterday, which is a very significant milestone. And we did it on-schedule, too! Much as my boss was worried that we wouldn't....

Meanwhile, I had a late night Tuesday night, doing errands. To reward myself, I went to the local Suncoast to grab the first Revolutionary Girl Utena DVD, but they were selling it for the full retail price. So instead, I got the first Battle Athletes Victory DVD, discounted to USD$15, and when I got home I ordered Utena off of Amazon.com (it'll be cheaper, even with shipping).

I watched the first two episodes of Battle Athletes; it's a cute little show.

Fri, 11 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 11, 2000

Work is very busy lately. Lots o' stuff to do. Not much fun.

I finally got my final Tenchi cel yesterday. It's cool, too; a shot of Tenchi himself looking lost and confused (as usual). I'll have to post a photo of it.

Wed, 09 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 9, 2000

I just realized that I never summarized my TECspedition 2000 speaking thing. Basically, it went well; I gave a demo of the BeOS, using one of my own machines ("Tramp"), and a large TV monitor. Some folks asked questions. I got to meet Chris Heschong of TheWireCo.net, who hosts a bunch of BeOS-related websites. Cool stuff. My Dad came along, and drove both ways, which was a huge help.

We had a big 1.5 hour deparmental meeting yesterday, and found out that PERMS is going to have to perform better than last year, with an 11% reduction in budget. Neat.

I've gone through and cleaned up this whole site. Also note the new poll, if you're looking at this page in a frame.

Oh, and I stumbled across a manga retelling of Revelations (as in, the book of, from the Bible). It's only gone as far as the great earthquake, but what they have so far is an impressive 27 pages of images. It goes for a literal interpretation of the book, and manages to toss in some humor too (a few of the angels are oddly cheerful about pronouncing the heralds of doom).

I got my Sun keyboard and mouse today, and eagerly set everything up, only to realize that the Sun keyboard doesn't have the right jack for the port in the back of the CPU. Arrrrg. I'm just gonna have to break down and ask for help on this one. There must be a Sun newsgroup somewhere.

Tue, 08 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 8, 2000

And wow again.

I just read Courtney Love's speech to the Digital Hollywood online entertainment conference. It talks about the way record companies work, and how the new digital economy holds the awesome potential for changing things.

Here's her evidence: take a band that nobody's ever heard of, that suddenly rockets to the top. It gets a huge 20% royalty plus a million-dollar advance, and their album sells a million copies. Y'know how much each member of that band would have left to live off of for the next year?

$45,000.

Because, as Love explains, the record companies are the sole means of delivering music, and so they control artists. They can afford to squeeze money out of artists, because where else are the artists going to go? Nowhere, until the internet appeared, and that's why the net and Napster frightens them so much.

Love goes on to say that all she wants is an intermediary that will get CDs published, and t-shirts made, and concerts scheduled, and mp3's made, and what-have-you, but that will respect the artist. That will give the artist a decent amount of profits. Do they deserve huge amounts of cash? When you've got a couple million fans, each shelling out $17 per album, heck yeah.

So, what if a company started small, only publishing mp3's using Stephen King's recent system (e.g., a shareware-style honor system, where a certain percentage of downloads must be voluntarily paid for, or future content isn't delivered)? A company that could quickly branch out into t-shirts, and one-off CDs for fans, and so forth and so on. And what if that company gave artists an upfront cut of profits? Would they find artists?

Oh yeah.

Would they find fans?

I bet they would. Remember that we're not talking a mammoth, expensive infrastructure here; an e-commerce site needs only cost a few hundred dollars a month or so these days.

Interesting.

Mon, 07 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 7, 2000

Wow. It's been quite a weekend.

Saalon and I went to Otakon Friday through Sunday. 'Twas all sorts of fun. Here's pretty much what happened, as well as I can remember:

I picked up Saalon at BWI on Friday at 12:30, then we went straight to the Baltimore Convention Center. After wandering the streets for a few minutes, we finally found the center, which turned out to be literally across the street from the garage where we'd parked. Duh.

The first day, we attended a panel on digital animation, which was very interesting. Scott Frazier, the guy who lectured and answered questions, has been doing anime for quite awhile in Japan, and was obviously very knowledgeable on the latest stuff going on there (he has a great article in the current edition of Ex). He demoed a software suite that takes scanned images, figures out the various lines, lets you color it intelligently based on the lines, then lay all of those images out on a backdrop and animate them. Even better, you can do that in batches, so making a change in one image will affect the rest of the images.

We then looked around the Dealer's Room, and each grabbed a copy of visual experiments: lain, the artwork for serial experiments: lain. Then we checked out a few miscellaneous video rooms, including some music videos (anime clips arranged to music), until finally watching Gundam Wing: Endless Waltz with several hundred other screaming Gundam Wing fans. It was the first time that the dubbed Cartoon Network version has ever been shown, AFAIK. Boy, was THAT cool. We were going to stick around for Mystery Anime Theater 3000, but the line was long and it was getting late, so we decided to head home.

Saturday morning, we went to a panel with Yasuyuki Ueda and Yoshitoshi ABe, the creator/producer and character designer of lain, respectively. They got to talk a bit about their involvement with lain, answering ssome questions on style and meanings. Two smart guys there, though ABe seemed very shy. Both of them spoke through a translator, though Ueda knew a bit of English.

Next was a panel on character creation, with Yoshitoshi ABe and Kunihiko Ikuhara (of Sailor Moon and Revolutionary Girl Utena). 'Twas interesting to hear about how they approached things from a character-creation perspective. In particular, ABe presented 10 or 11 notebooks full of sketches to the lain animators, whereas Ikuhara submits three pages' worth per character.

Then came a panel with Boa, the band that created Duvet, the lain theme song. That was fun because they all know English (they're British), so the panel was much more lively than the previous two. They talked a bit about how they think up songs (through evolution, mainly), and their plans for the future.

We also paid another visit to the Dealer's Room, where I grabbed a translated copy of the Neon Genesis Evangelion manga, volume 4, which picks up where my DVD leaves off. They were having a "buy 1, get 1 free" sale, so I also picked upa Maison Ikkoku manga for the heck of it.

On Sunday, we had nothing in particular to see, so we just wandered around the Dealer's Room. Saalon found two Tenchi manga, which I bought, and that was about it. We looked around in the video rooms a bit, then I drove Saalon to the airport and came home.

heh. By doing a Google search on Yoshotishi ABe, I see that this very page is the 5th highest-rated. Guess I talk about the guy a lot, don't I?

Which shouldn't be surprising. His designs are unbelievably gorgeous.

Wed, 02 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 2, 2000

Well, I'm sitting here at a computer terminal in Wytheville, VA (in the extreme southwest), waiting for the first group of people for the BeOS demo I'll be giving here at "TECspedition 2000."

We had a good trip down: It took about 5.5 hours, which was actually better than we expected. My Dad came down with me, and has been an incredible help. Not only did he drive the whole way, he helped load and unload stuff from the car, and has just generally given me a hand wherever I needed it. Thanks, Dad.

We stayed at a Holiday Inn last night, which was actually quite nice considering that this is not exactly a center of urban activity. Pictures will be forthcoming, once I get home.

Tue, 01 Aug 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 1, 2000

OK, sorry about the lack of updates. I've been truly incredibly busy, plus Wizard.net's servers got migrated over to Frontline.net this weekend, which locked me out of my account for several days.

So, what's new? Well, I've been asked to be a keynote speaker at a technology conference in southwestern Virginia. I'll be leaving Wednesday afternoon, to speak on Thursday morning/early afternoon, after which I'll come back in time for Otakon on Friday. My Dad has volunteered to come along with me, which will make things much easier.

Meanwhile, The Sci-Fi Channel has posted a new teaser trailer for their upcoming Dune miniseries. The first time I saw it, I thought it sucked. Upon re-watching, though, I realize that I'm watching a few seconds (at most) of characters from a four-hour epic story. There's no way I can judge them based on that. It actually looks better and better the more I think about that.

Points of View is slowly building up content. We should be able to launch it within a few weeks.

And my garden is coming along as well. More info is posted on my ever-unfinished garden site.

I've also archived all of those July diary entries.

Sat, 30 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 30, 2000

Ever since Be announced their "focus shift" towards the Internet Appliance market, the community has heard lots of complaints that that's stupid, nobody will buy IA's, it's a tiny niche, etc. This morning, I opened up our paper, and was greeted with a full-page color Compaq ad for their new "iPaq" IA (they even call it an Internet Appliance). Sure looks like a doomed market to me.

Sorry, just had to gloat there.

Spent a lovely morning in my garden, doing my devotions and planning a bit for the future. Next year, my garden should be filled out reasonably. It's good to have a project like this; gardening is a joy, and a mental relaxer.

We at Intersect are now talking excitedly with several large companies ("large" as in "tens of thousands of employees") about partnering on technological issues. As usual, they're very excited at the prospect of our software. Now there's a nice feeling: knowing you're involved in a project that is exciting people.

Anyway. I watched the first two Cowboy Bebop DVD's today. CB is a sci-fi pulp adventure anime series with a darkly humorous edge. High-budget, beautiful, and just cruise ships full of fun.

And hey. Wanna play Hangman? I've written up a little script to let you play. Pretty easy to use. The image of the hanging guy really really sucks, but I'll try to scan a little cartoon guy soon. Though hanging a cute little cartoon dude may be sort of macabre. Eh, whatever.

Fri, 29 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 29, 2000

Ooooh, just stumbled across an Ain't It Cool News tidbit that has me drooling. There's a rumor that Warner Brothers has tapped, for the role of the aged Bruce Wayne in the upcoming Batman Beyond film...none other than Paul Newman. Wow. Newman would be perfect; he has that weathered look to him, like he's really been places, done tough things. And he can pull off a gruff demeanor easily.

I decided to toss out being actually productive last night, and instead watched TV. Tenchi in Tokyo is downright amazing; the sucky comedy of the earlier episodes is giving way to powerful romantic drama. And not sappy romance; Tenchi and Sakuya have a mature, deep, loving relationship. And then she dies. Sorta.

I also caught reruns of the American Whose Line Is It Anyway, as well as the Babylon 5 episode "Soul Hunter," and some of The Powerpuff Girls. Sure, sure, huzzah. Who cares. What can I say; Powerpuff Girls rock.

I zipped around the net looking for more Niea Under 7 content, but was not rewarded. Not many people are talking about this show, though I'm getting hundreds of hits on UFO Dreams (thanks mainly to my AniPike listing).

An online friend asked me to help him code a MUD. I don't know why, but I really found it difficult to say "yes;" I'm doing all sorts of things these days, and just won't be reliable. I can help out now and again, but that's about it. I have this sinking feeling that they're going to count on me to do all sorts of stuff. Being the most experienced coder in any project can have its downsides.

I've been contemplating how to make this site better. I still like the frame on the left, but I need to integrate more content, I think. I want to make this a bit more like SpinnWebe. Maybe I should bite the bullet and make this whole thing a CGI-based scripted thing. Though that will require one of two things; huge, hard-to-remember URLs like http://www.other-space.com/cgi-bin/display_homepage.pl?p=h&r=10, or rebuilding all of the HTML files through a server-side program every time I modify the site. And since Frontline.net has shut off my telnet access, the latter is not an option for now. What do you think?

Oh. And check out SpinnWebe's discoveries in The Schumin Web. Ouch. I was amazed to find that when you try to right-click on anything on that site, a JavaScript pop-up informs you "Thank you for right-clicking The Schumin Web!" Totally preventing you from, say, saving an image, or using ANY right-click menus. Brilliant.

Thu, 28 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 28, 2000

Frontline.net has been having some problems. They turned off telnet access for all of us old Wizard.net customers -- without bothering to inform us of the fact. I just suddenly couldn't log in. They're working on a virtual server that will give us telnet-style access again, but it's not ready yet. Gee, thanks.

Saalon and his Mom came over on Tuesday, and we watched the season premieres of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Angel. Both of which were quite good. I invited Saalon over for some other evening, but it didn't work out.

Meanwhile, I and my parents are gearing up for our trip to Europe next week. Should be fun.

Mon, 25 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 25, 2000

Updated my resume.

And meanwhile, the corporate website for Jones Soda made me laugh out loud. Several times. It's wonderful. If I drank soda, I'd buy a case.

What's wrong with my stomach? Glad you asked. According to my gastro-enterologist, I've got a "compressed colon," or something like that. My insides have this nasty tendency to clench up, which means I can't eat a whole lot at any given time, and that I can't, for example, drink a full can of soda unless I space it out over a couple of hours (the carbonation gets stuck, kinda). The upshot is that I've started taking little orange pills that should relax my stomach muscles. Of course, the pills have side effects, including drowsiness. At 9:00 p.m. I'm about ready to collapse, whereas normally I'm wired until at least 11:00 (midnight is not an unusual bedtime for me). But if it'll let me eat a whole meal without feeling like I've just ingested a table saw, I'm willing to give it a try for a while.

What's weird is, I'll be in Europe in just about 8 days. It hasn't really hit me yet.

In preparation, I went out to Target tonight to grab a few things, among them a heavy-duty backpack that will double as my suitcase for our trip.

While in Target, I was gratified to see the Corel distribution of Linux on sale. The penguin really is getting mainstream.

They also had actual Pokemon manga there. Like, not silly adaptations of the TV show; the translated manga from Japan, complete with interesting plots and moral dilemmas. I was impressed. You just don't see that sort of thing a lot.

Sun, 24 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 24, 2000

Saalon just left the house. We definitely had a successful weekend.

Saturday morning was spent cleaning, then finishing my pond. Yep, it's done -- all that I want to do now is add a few more rocks around the pond to make it look a little more natural. Then Saalon arrived, and after working out directions for his Mom to go down to a relative's to stay, we watched various episodes of Cowboy Bebop (a very fun action/adventure space opera-ish anime series) and Burn Up W (an annoyingly cliched and oversexed action/adventure cop anime show), and all of Tenchi the Movie 2: Daughter of Darkness (the weakest of the three Tenchi movies, but still a fun time).

The weather was comfortable for Sunday and the Maryland Renaissance Fair; somewhat humid but with a nice temperature. A few minutes after I woke up, my parents left for church, then I fully got up and went upstairs to rouse Saalon, who had just woken up. The trip to the fair was uneventful, and nothing particularly noteworthy happened at the fair. Saalon had a huge turkey leg for lunch ("to complete the experirence"), and I spent 45 minutes waiting in line to do a wall climb. That was fun, though; everyone got three tries, but amazingly enough I made it up on the first try. It's somewhat difficult, but not as hard as I expected.

Then we came back to my house, where we watched chunks of Battle Athletes Victory (a fun show about Olympics-style sports competition in the future), Sakura Wars (an incredible alternate-history SF/fantasy show, impressively deep and character-driven), and Record of Lodoss Wars (which can best be described as a transcribed AD&D campaign), before watching the first half-hour of Venus Wars (check out my POV review for more on that). Then Saalon's Mom showed up, and they left for their hotel. Myself and my parents chatted about a whole bunch of stuff before finally wandering off to bed (we were all pretty tired).

Saalon and I also got a chance to compare notes about J. Michael Straczynski's Rising Stars comic book series, which is a very impressive dramatic story about superheroes who act very human, in a very human world. We're each getting different issues and telling each other what happens.

Back to work tomorrow. I'm starting to get into the swing of things now. And we'll be bringing in a User Interface company to help us out this week. I half expected to violently disagree with them on a lot of issues, so it should be interesting.

Fri, 22 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 22, 2000

Work is picking up. I have actual work to do, which is nice. It's mainly little fiddly things that I've noticed about the interface that will make the whole experience a little smoother for the potential user.

Meanwhile, I spent some time yesterday mucking about with creating a WinAmp skin. It's surprisingly easy-to-do; a skin is just a .zip file or folder with a bunch of .bmp files in it. You just edit the .bmp files and you've got a new skin. Of course, the skin I've been working on sucks, mainly because I'm making all the classic rookie mistakes. But that's OK; I expect that. I'll try to finish up this one, then start from scratch on a new one which will probably have a few major mistakes because of the sheer scale of doing it right, then the next one after that should be pretty decent.

I also found out that my initial deposit to my BUYandHOLD.com account was already placed in there; they just never notified me. Arg. Still, I've placed my first order, so that should be good.

What BUYandHOLD does is let you buy stock, then will hold and automatically re-invest your dividends back into that stock. So, you can just accumulate money. The focus is less on day-trading and more on making it cheap for you to acquire stock and hold it for the long-term.

Thu, 21 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 21, 2000

Not too much to report. Saalon will be coming down this weekend, which means even fewer updates to this page than normal.

I did manage to get a pretty nice little message board set up on UFO Dreams. Particularly, every message that's posted to that board will get e-mailed to me, so I can keep up with what happens there. Pretty cool, I think.

Spinnwebe still doesn't have his site back up yet, but he's posted a wonderful chronicle of stuff he's found in the interim. The Schumin Web has got to be one of the funniest things I've seen in a weeks (next to the Saban Sailor Moon promo). Though his e-mails from the Soil Scientist are worth reading in and of themselves.

Tue, 19 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 19, 2000

I'm getting set up here at Intersect Software, learning the ropes and how everything fits together. Everything seems to be going well thus far.

I had a very successful day off yesterday. I wanted to go shopping, and got all sorts of good stuff: a good black suit, new shoes, new jeans, and a few Christmas presents.

My pond is almost done. All I need is a few hours to put the rest of the hose in-place and put a few rocks atop that.

Fri, 15 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 15, 2000

Woah, it's been way too long. Not a good sign when Brennen outpaces me (that was a joke, Bren!).

I've quit Litton/PRC and will be going to work at Intersect Software from now on. It's a start-up that's doing some cool enterprise-scale Java-based intranet software. I think I'm gonna have fun. I should be working on detailed development, as well as user interface design and documentation. And they pay well. :-)

I stumbled across Toonami: Digital Arsenal yesterday; it's an archive of Toonami promos and sequences, including the fantastic Tenchi Muyo! promos ("He's coming..."). It even has what is possibly the scariest video I've ever seen: the Saban Sailor Moon Promo. Be very afraid (and laugh your eyeballs out).

Meanwhile, I'm kinda annoyed at Right Stuf Anime -- they made me call them to verify my shipping address. So my anime DVDs still haven't arrived. I consoled myself by ordering the first DVD of Bubblegum Crisis 2040 from Amazon.com. At least they were very nice on the phone, and were kind enough to modify my order after Saalon pointed out I already bought Gundam Wing Operation 2 at Otakon. And they had Sharon Apple (the virtuoid idol from Macross Plus) on their hold music, so that was cool.

Tomorrow I'll be heading off to the Maryland Renaissance Festival with my parents, plus my sister and her family. Should be fun. I'll probably costume up.

I've updated UFO Dreams, the first English-only NieA_7 shrine, with the lyrics to the ending theme (Venus and a Small God), as well as some other miscellany.

Fri, 01 Sep 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 1, 2000

Moved all of the August diary entries to the archives.

I bit the bullet and bought a bunch of anime DVD's yesterday. Gundam Wing Operation 2 (episodes 6-10), the first DVD of Burn Up W! (a modern-day crime-fighting comedy; think of a comedic NYPD Blue), the first DVD of Sakura Wars (a turn-of-the-century big mecha story, based on a wildly popular series of Sega Saturn games), and I think the second Battle Athletes Victory DVD.

Other than that, not much is going on. I'm contemplating that job offer from Intersect.

Mon, 30 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 30, 2000

A very good issue of Ex was just published.

And this is fascinating.

Fri, 27 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 27, 2000

Been getting quite a bit of writing done on Wine. Well, not a lot, but significant amounts every day. Which is always a good feeling.

I managed to capture some video from my camcorder, and assemble a quickie presentation with it, so that part of things works nicely. Now I need to figure out how to resize a video (not resizing the play window; resizing the actual video data so it's, say, 160x120 pixels instead of 640x480). A 50-second .mov at 640x480 came out to over 20 MB, which is rather impractical for web delivery.

I still haven't heard back from Network Solutions regarding the DNS change for other-space.com. I'm tempted to call them, but their hold times are horrendous.

And meanwhile, there's been some FUD over on BeNews about some recent sad news about some BeOS companies. BeOS is gonna die. Yeah, I haven't heard that one before.

Wed, 25 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 25, 2000

Not too much to report. Stopped by the Jacksons last night, for Pastor's 90th birthday. I say this because one day I'll be reading this diary, and will tear up when I see the name of Pastor Jackson.

I ordered a four anime soundtrack CD's yesterday; the first soundtrack CDs for Gundam Wing, Battle Athletes Victory, Tenchi in Tokyo (Sakuya's theme is beautiful), and Cowboy Bebop (one word: Tank!).

I also found out that Fox Kids is putting Escaflowne on hold. It's not a cancellation notice, but the reporter did point out that shows that are put on hold are rarely brought back off of hold.

If Fox does indeed drop Escaflowne, I just pray they sell it to Cartoon Network.

I fiddled around with my camcorder the other night. Didn't do much, but I recorded some test shots. I had to install my digital video card -- which took a total of three minutes in BeOS -- but didn't have the Firewire cable available. I'll have to go grab it tonight.

I also talked with Saalon about anime and stuff in general. The poor guy's working 40 hours this week (and 40 hours next week). Which, no matter how you slice it, is a lot for a part-time job.

I'm eyeing two beautiful Sakuya cels on eBay: one is a nice face shot, while the other features a very nice full-body pose. It's hard to choose, and I don't really want two Sakuya cels.

Mon, 23 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 23, 2000 OK, so I need to update other-space.com to point it to my new provider, Network Solutions, who then e-mail me with an authorization request. I reply. Slight problem: The e-mail address that I had provided was jemeret@geocities.com, which is aliased to my old wizard.net e-mail account. So when I reply, the reply comes from gurney@wizard.net. Network Solutions replies back saying that they can't be sure if I'm really who I say I am, so they'll have to contact the other admin contact on the record.

Of course, the admin contact was at Wizard.net, which has now been bought out by Frontline. So the admin contact information NS has is outdated; they're never going to get a response. And when I try to change the contact e-mail address, I run into a similar problem (though I don't quite know why).

On top of that, when I try to call Network Solutions, I find that I'm not put on hold; when all of their "representatives" are busy, I'm just told to call back later. Now that's service.

Fri, 20 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 20, 2000

Waiting for my parents to get here, so we can go to lunch. Meanwhile, the company is having a spontaneous picnic for lunch today. Poor timing.

Not much else going on. Saalon got himself an apartment in Boston, which will be good.

other-space.com still hasn't propagated to the servers here at work, at least. Maybe it'll take a few more days, or something, but I would have expected it to be done by now. :frown:

Nothing else going on in the world that I know of. No major crises, except for that whole Mideast peace process. Which has pretty much been a laugh for the past few millenia.

Thu, 19 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 19, 2000

Well, I'm up live over here at WebMages. I'm very pleased thus far. Now, I just have to wait for the DNS information to fully propagate across the internet.

As a result, the message board on UFO Dreams (my NieA Under 7 website) is back online. I'll post all of the messages that were sent during its downtime in a day or two, hopefully (they were e-mailed to me, but never actually posted).

I ordered a Sony DCR-TRV900 digital camcorder today. Cool. Being shipped UPS ground to my home address (which is unusual for me; I like to have everything I order on the net sent to my P.O. box...but this is special). A very cool camcorder. And it should be BeOS compatible.

Meanwhile, I've been doing some behind-the-scenes stuff to get a new Daemonsong Productions production made, namely, The Once And Future Man. The idea is to sell each chapter for USD $1 online, using the shareware principle -- e.g., you don't absolutely have to pay for it. Yeah, sounds crazy, but just wait'll you see it working.

I'm going to be meeting with Karl this Sunday afternoon, which would be fun. He's a good friend of mine who has moved to the midwest, working on automobile engine development. Cool stuff.

Sat, 14 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 14, 2000

I've set up this new diary system, which is more automated than my past diary. With this system, it will be much easier to search through the archives, and I'll be able to merge this diary with other diaries, should I want to.

Every year, I and my parents try to get up to Skyline Drive, a park in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Today is our day, and we drove up with the puppies in the back of the SUV. The day was as crisp as a glass of cold water; the temperature cool but not chilly.

We left late, and didn't get to the main lodge until about half past noon. Since we planned to leave just after dinner, we only had a few hours there. We made the most of it by taking the dogs on a couple of very short nature trails around the lodge, then put them in the SUV while we relaxed for a few minutes in the lodge (leaving the windows cracked and the vehicle in the shade, of course; I don't think they even started panting). Then we brought them back out and sat with them outside the lodge, looking out on the Shenandoah Valley.

The Valley is a sight to behold. It's as though a quilt made of a hundred different greens is spread out before you, and a dozen miniature model railroad towns have been scattered across it. The landscape is dotted with tiny farms, complete with a red barn and white silos; it's enough to make you believe that farms come in kits. And surrounding it all are the densely-wooded Blue Ridge Mountains. This is where Stonewall Jackson first made his name during the Civil War, leading raids on Union troops that were hopelessly outleagued in the Virginia woods. This is where deer and foxes still make their homes, unmolested (come up for only a day, and there's a good chance you'll see a deer). This park alone consists of 280 square miles of land, 95% of which is native Virginia forest.

All in all, we had a perfectly relaxing time. After putting the dogs back in the SUV and having dinner at the lodge (where prices have increased noticeably -- dinners are now USD $10-$20, whereas we've been used to all of the prices being $5-$10), we drove back in the light of a full harvest moon that smiled down at us from behind a few whispy strands of cloud.

Not a bad way to spend a Saturday.

Fri, 13 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 13, 2000

We had a date for a free candlelight tour of the Robert E. Lee Mansion tonight. Wow.

The house is a majestic neo-classical house that sits in the middle of Arlington National Cemetery. Driving through a massive cemetery, at night, on Friday the Thirteenth, with a full moon out, staring out the window as row after row after row of fallen soldiers zip by next to you, is an experience I will not soon forget.

The mansion sits atop a hill, across the Potomac from D.C. From the front porch, one looks right down on Memorial Bridge and the Lincoln Memorial, with the Wasington Monument next to it, and the Capitol not far away. All of them so close, you feel like you could just reach out and touch them. It's fantastic.

The house was mostly open to walk through, at least a dozen volunteers were dressed in period clothes and standing around the premises, eager to share their knowledge of Lee and his family. Poor Lee.

And then the formal garden outside...it's nothing nearly as awe-inspiring as the house or the view, but it's a lovely symmetrical collection of native Virginia flowers and shrubs. I had to smile; the Lees were genteel, powerful, upper-crust. They simply had to have a garden.

It was...wonderful. Amazing. It was one of those historical experiences where you suddenly want to live in those times and talk to those people. I wanted to know how Lee felt about the war. He'd fought for the South, not because he believed in the South's causes, but because that's where he was from. After Appomatox, he spent the remaining years of his life championing re-unification and the strenght of the Union. And in return, the Union turned his beautiful home into a graveyard.

How did he feel?

Thu, 12 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 12, 2000

Both Saalon and Brennen are officially on-board my Wine To Those In Anguish project. Woohoo!

Now I have to actually write script....

I've decided to buy a digital camcorder, partly for my own use, and partly for Daemonsong Productions. I was going to go with the Canon GL-1, only to discover that BeOS doesn't recognize it. Fortunately, Sony offers the DCR-TRV900, a nice little camcorder with all sorts of features. It's expensive, but it looks like it'll do professional-quality recording. It can even record in widescreen.

[Sony DCR-TRV900 Digital Camcorder]
Wed, 11 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 11, 2000

Not much to report today. Worked a bit on my About.com site and my anime project, Wine To Those In Anguish, last night. I should put together some sort of gaming room on my personal website here; I've already got Mancala, Hangman, and Blackjack.

Ooooh, I just realize that I never got a chance to talk about those anime DVD's that I got last week. As I was sick and lay abed, I watched pretty much everything that I'd bought. It helped that I bought DVDs 4 and 5 of Battle Athletes Victory (there are only 6 total), and the first DVD of Bubblegum Crisis 2040.

Battle Athletes Victory is much better than it deserves to be. The story is about athletic, Olympics-style competition in the year 4999; thousands of girls the world over compete to be the annual Cosmo Beauty. While partly a comedy, BAV deals with sport and competition on a lot of impressive levels. The heroine, Akari, struggles with low self-esteem throughout the entire series, while the other girls have their faults as well. As each girl loses -- or drops out -- you feel for them. Wow.

Dual (or, more precisely, Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure) is a bit harder to define. It was heavily inspired by the acclaimed anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion, but tells a lighter story than Eva's gritty intense one. Dual chronicles the story of a young man, Kazuki Yotsuka, who sees giant robots battling in the streets of Tokyo -- except that it isn't real. He posts descriptions of these battles to his website, which attracts the attention of Mitsuki Sanada, a popular girl at school, who seems genuinely interested in his stories. She invites him home, where he finds out why: her father is a dimensional physicist, who is convinced that Kazuki is somehow seeing visions of a parallel timeline. He promptly tosses Kazuki into a dimensional transporter which, to everyone's surprise, works.

Kazuki finds himself in the middle of a giant robot battle, but his favorite robot, Heartxenon, is damaged. The cockpit hatch opens, and a beautiful woman collapses out of it. When he runs up and tries to help her, the cockpit closes around him, and he is forced to finish the battle. He does so well that he is drafted into service as a robot pilot in the Earth Defence Force.

Dual is not exactly a parody of Eva; it has too much of its own plot for that. The characters are similar to those in Eva, but again, they go off in their own directions. Dual strikes me more like a show that was inspired by Eva, and rather than try to hide the Eva references, lays them out in the open for all to see.

Either way, I got a real kick out of Dual. It's a fun show, with a great sense of comedic and dramatic timing (not surprising, considering that the creative force behind it was Masaki Kajishima, creator of Tenchi Muyo!).

OTOH, Bubblegum Crisis 2040 is, thankfully, an example of "realism" anime -- there are no extreme facial expressions, no hammerspace, no facefaults, and no sweatdrops. It feels like a show that could have been shot exactly the same live-action. The storytelling is impressively-structured, too; the whole first three episodes deal with Linna getting herself drafted into the Knight Sabers (silly name, I know). And they've managed to turn Nene into an overenthusiastic 18-year-old who acts precisely like one, without getting annoying.

And it doesn't hurt that the action scenes will get your blood pumping, every time.

Tue, 10 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 10, 2000

Well. I'm not in Europe.

Of all things, I came down with a really nasty cold on Tuesday. We got together and discussed our options, then decided to postpone our trip to Europe until early spring. Fortunately, neither the airline nor the hotels imposed penalties for backing out. It looks like we'll be making our trip in the last week of March and the first week of April, 2001.

Meanwhile, I've been doing a bit of gardening. Most of it was cleanup and maintenance, but even that is a calming, focusing experience. I've got a bunch of bulbs to plant now, too, which is cool.

I've worked up a quick game of Blackjack, which is still in-development, but at least works a little bit. I've also updated Mancala with a little routine that will look for good moves to make. It's not exactly a strategy; but at least the computer opponent will go for a capture if it sees one.

That's about it from here for the time being.

Mon, 02 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 2, 2000

In keeping with my creation of Hangman the other day, this morning I spent two hours and wrote up a complete simulator of the ancient African board game Mancala. It even has a computer opponent (whose strategy is summed up by the phrase "choose a random move," though that can be challenging in-and-of itself).

If you're not familiar with Mancala, you can check out my handy-dandy rules page.

Sun, 01 Oct 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 1, 2000

Ahhhh, my favorite month of the year. October. When the air is crisp, the apples are tart, and the leaves are the color of gold and fire.

Also, it's the time of the month when my main diary page is mercifully short, because I've moved all of last month's entries to the archives.

We didn't go to church this morning, electing to stay home and go over plans for our Europe trip, which begins with an Air France flight Tuesday evening. Should be quite an experience; we'll be seeing Paris, Brussels, The Netherlands, and Luxembourg in the space of two weeks. Which is packed sorta close, but what can you do.

I also managed to fertilize our side lawn after we got back from dinner at my grandmother's. Haven't done too much online, other than download an mp3 of the Cowboy Bebop main theme, "Tank!". I've been trying to find Sakuya's theme from Tenchi in Tokyo, but nobody seems to have an mp3 of it.

My DVD of Dual (a Neon Genesis Evangelion parody, partly) was shipped yesterday, along with the second and third Battle Athletes Victory DVD's. 'Course, I probably won't get them until after we get back, but that means I'll have them to look forward to.

Thu, 30 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 30, 2000

Thanks to E-Mail.About.com, I came across SpamCop.net, a site where you can paste in a piece of spam, and their software will find out whom you should e-mail to report the spam, and will e-mail them for you (prior to your approval of the addresses they come up with) with a complete report on the spam. I've reported a handful of spam today, and plan to do it as much as possible from now on. You can also forward spam to spamcop@spamcop.net and use their e-mail based interface to report spam.

Called a friend of mine tonight about coming with me to Intersect's Holiday Party (a formal/semi-formal affair at the Dulles Hilton). Hopefully she can make it.

I also gave Saalon a call, where we fumed about the thorough raw deal Batman Beyond's getting, and anime and the online community in general. He's settling in to his new apartment in Boston pretty well, which is always good to hear.

Wed, 29 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 29, 2000

The AWANA meeting last night went well. My Dad came along, and there were a lot of good suggestions all around. It was held at the new building, which formerly belonged to the National Wildlife Foundation (is anyone else vaguely annoyed at how much wolves are used as ecological poster children?), and boy is it huge.

Meanwhile, I see there is now a CowboyBebop.com, the official homepage of the show and the upcoming movie. Cowboy Bebop is a fantastic anime series that manages to be funny, exciting, and dramatic, all at the same time. Cool stuff.

I'm signing up at a Gold's Gym near work, thanks to a free membership from my employer (Intersect Software). I'm sort of tired of being a 98-pound weakling. I'll let you know how that goes.

Tue, 28 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 28, 2000

Wow. I recognize every category listed on the user profile page at SourceForge. And most of them are pretty geeky. That's very cool, actually (I love their example for strongest leadership skills).

I've posted a couple of reviews to Points of View, of the second Samurai X: Rurouni Kenshin DVD, and of Photon. That last pretty much sums up my feelings on Photon, as alluded to in an earlier update.

Tonight I have a planning meeting to attend for McLean Bible Church's AWANA program. They're ordering chicken in, which is awfully nice of them.

PC World has a very glowing article on Be and BeIA at Comdex. Good to see more mainstream coverage. (But, of course, BeOS is dead. Everyone's been saying so for ten years now, so it must be true.)

Mon, 27 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 27, 2000

Just got home from a 10.5-hour workday. I should start getting used to this, I think.

This morning I ordered Dual volume 2, Evangelion volume 2, Wings of Honneamise, all on DVD, from Right Stuf Anime. Should be fun; Wings of Honneamise looks terrific, and I know I'll enjoy the other two.

Let's see, what else. Lots of interesting stuff has been posted recently on rec.arts.sf.composition, particularly regarding feminine and masculine characters and the "more-masculine-than-a-man heroine" phenomenon. The main consensus seems to be that femininity and masculinity are highly cultural, which makes the distinction very complicated.

I see on AICN that a new poster for the intriguing A.I. has been posted. Harry also suggests that Ron Howard should direct an Ender's Game film (better hurry; Jake Lloyd isn't getting any younger).

And it's very hard to write fiction when one is so tired. In fact, it's hard to write notes about the fiction, which is what I've been trying to do for the past hour or so. And I can't bag it and take a shower, because I'm waiting for Mom to get home with the groceries and Dad's in the sitting room so he won't hear. 'Course, I could just tell him I'm going to take a shower, so I won't be able to hear Mom coming in.

In fact, I'm going to go do just that right now.

(Thanks to Michael Jacobsen for pointing out some errors in my diary entries, and pushing me to keep emphasizing text. It's great to have readers who care.)

Sun, 26 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 26, 2000

Had a very nice morning at The Falls Church (gotta love a church whose website contains multi-year archives of past sermons). Reverend Yates gave a sermon on the authority of Scripture, and how important it is to spend time in it to strengthen one's personal beliefs. Then, in a class on classic spiritual literature, we talked about Cardinal John Henry Newman, an Anglican in the 1800's who converted to Catholicism after a lot of intense study. While I can't necessarily agree with his decisiion, I am forced to respect his deep moral sense -- and incredible personal database of things spirtual -- which convinced him to change his faith.

Meanwhile, I've begun programming a MIDI composer application that I've been designing sporadically for the past month. It displays sheet music, and adds notes to the sheet music when the user clicks on it. I used an old Windows 3.1 shareware application which did this, that has since been lost. Hopefully I can work out a good design; I've been trying to follow Steve McConnell's advice, to refrain from coding things "just to see if it works;" I should have designed it well enough to know that it will work.

I've also been downloading Christmas mp3's from Mp3.com's Seasonal/Holiday section (which is annoyingly hard to track down).

Sat, 25 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 25, 2000

OK, I just got the weirdest spam I've ever received. The message is empty (it looks like their HTML-based newsreader messed up), but the subject says it all:

Now you can advertise on hubcaps!

And I called Dane Scott at BeOS Radio, and we did a little interview, where I talked about About.com and Focus on BeOS, as well as how I got started in the BeOS community. Cool. He says it should air this Friday (December 1st).

Fri, 24 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 24, 2000

OK, a lot to get through.

Thanksgiving yesterday went well for me. My parents and I were alone this year, which resulted in a very relaxing holiday. We had a traditional meal (turkey, stuffing; you know the drill), and the traditional mountain range of leftovers.

We spent today putting up the Christmas trees and Pianoville. Both of our trees are artificial, a situation which I personally find suboptimal, but it's a heck of a lot cheaper and easier than buying live trees every year. It's nice not having to water them constantly, or worry about them falling over.

I uploaded diary entries for the past couple weeks. I've also started highlighting key phrases in my entries, making it easier for you readers to skim the paragraphs for relevant information. Just 'cause I'm so nice.

Thu, 23 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 23, 2000

Tried to get Mom and Dad to watch Gladiator tonight, but it was too bloody for Mom. We may try again later, fast-forwarding through some of the gladiatorial fights. A shame, really, 'cause we're all loving the film. But then Mom's been on a big "garbage in, garbage out" kick lately after reading a book on the subject.

More later. The Presidential ballot recount's fun, ain't it? I heard that one of the recounts was showing that Gore was losing votes...so they stopped counting. How nicely unbiased.

Wed, 22 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 22, 2000

At Saalon's insistence, I watched the last two episodes of Samurai X: Rurouni Kenshin (the OVA, not the TV show) tonight. It punched me in the emotional gut, while it never became preachy or cheap or melodramatic. Tears were fighting for escape from my eyes during the denoument (which is, arguably, the best part of the series). There was this moment where Kenshin just stares off into nothingness, and a number of emotions play over his face: loss, regret, determination. And this was done by simple ink brushed on clear acetate.

I also watched the final six episodes of Battle Athletes Victory. Actually, the last three felt very tacked-on, whereas everything else up until that point has a smooth arc of plot and character development. And whereas the rest of the series had evolved into a dramatic sports show with a comedic twist, the last three episodes were mostly comedy with touches of character development and drama. So that was sort of disappointing, but the rest of the show was so good that I couldn't help loving the series as a whole anyway.

I haven't described my reactions to the other shows yet either, so let me do that while I'm thinking of them.

Trigun is a wonderful comedic/action show that hinges on the lovability of its hero, Vash the Stampede. Vash is alternately kid in over his head, goofy comedian, and kick-butt action hero. Slick as butter, he slides from one personality into the other, leaving you (and his opponents) wondering: "Just who is this guy?"

Key: The Metal Idol is the closest thing to serial experiments: lain that I'll probably ever see, and while thus far it isn't as good as lain, I'm content that it's a serious show that covers similar territory. Key is an android who is trying to make friends, and trying to find within herself what it means to be human. She is innocent and inexperienced in the ways of the large world, but neither naive nor stupid. It's fascinating to watch her, mostly because you don't know how much of her quiet demeanor is shyness, and how much is observation and reserving of judgment. This is definitely a thinking man's anime.

Photon...sucks in a terrible way. More on that later, I think. It's hard to put badness of this stripe into proper words.

Fri, 17 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 17, 2000

Work's been stressful (not demoralizing; just a matter of 11-hour days and such), so I splurged today and bought The Fantasia Anthology, the next Battle Athletes Victory DVD, and the first Key: The Metal Idol, Photon, and Trigun DVDs, as well as the second of the two Samurai X: Rurouni Kenshin OAV DVDs. Expect reviews of same to appear on Points of View in relatively short order.

Mon, 13 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 13, 2000

My trip to Saalon's was a complete success. The first thing we did was watch the final DVD of Cowboy Bebop, the fantastic action/comedy anime series. It managed to wrap up both Faye's and Spike's past in respectful ways, and finished out Spike's arc in the only way it could have, really. But man, I had to take a deep breath after the end there. It's powerful stuff.

Then I got to meet Lumox (sp?), a very cool guy in seminary who wants to be an actor for us. He and Saalon have been good friends for awhile, roleplaying together and such. Neat guy.

Saalon and I then watched the first two episodes of Samurai X: Rurouni Kenshin, a four-episode OVA (a.k.a. direct-to-video) anime series based on a particularly violent time in Japanese history. It was extremely violent at times, but then the story dealt with our reaction to violence, and how we should be horrified by violence. Really good stuff.

Saalon and I also finished the last halves (?) of Venus Wars and Dominion: Tank Police, making it a very successful trip from an anime persepctive.

We also made a highly juvenile video of ourselves using my new digital camcorder, which I should upload an mpeg of to this site.

Thu, 02 Nov 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 2, 2000 — My Birthday

It's my birthday. No, really, don't flood me with gifts. I don't deserve it.

I got a nice sweater and a gardening book from my aunt, and a Dilbert desk calendar from my sister. My parents are taking me out to Mr. Smith's of Georgetown tonight, then giving me free reign in the bookstore, their treat. A dangerous move on their part.

Saalon just called (I'm still planning to drive up to his place over Veteran's Day weekend, BTW), and the new Tenchi Muyo! Ryoko figurines are in, for a measly USD $10. If Borders has them (very iffy, but possible), you can bet they'll be part of my purchase. Even if not, I'll be buying one ASAP.

BeOS Radio is on the air now at http://216.32.166.90:10154. Very cool idea; any music that has anything even remotely to do with the BeOS is played, along with ads and BeOS news. The music's pretty good, too; mostly instrumental pieces.

(And you've gotta love their tagline: "All-Original Music, for All-Original Listeners".)

I'm still fighting off whatever illness this is. Sore throat, nausea. Fun.

Sun, 31 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 31, 2000 — New Year's Eve

Just watched the first DVD of the El Hazard OAV, and I'm impressed. It's certainly at a Tenchi level of enjoyment (both series were made by the same people), without re-using any characters.

(OK, Shayla-Shayla and Ryoko have their similarities, but so do many characters. Underneath the surface, these two are very different people.)

I also grabbed some video footage for what will probably be my next anime music video: Iria: Zeiram the Animation footage to Duel of the Fates. I'm planning to use exclusively footage of Iria and Zeiram, emphasizing their duel (appopriately enough...), but I only grabbed suff from the first half of the series, so I'll need to get all of the shots from the finale before I can edit it together. Maybe some other time.

Didn't do much else today, other than church. I hauled some wood down to the woodpile; we need more than expected due to the unusually low temperatures of late (rarely do we need the stove going during the day in December, except this year when we've been doing so for most of the month).

Sat, 30 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 30, 2000

Ha! I am so COOL!

I've been so pumped by the fantastic anime music videos at Aluminum Studios that I decided to try my hand at making one. I took the theme song to The Real Adventures of Johnny Quest and set it to clips from Gundam Wing. I've put it on its own page, and I have to admit I think it came out extremely well.

It was so amazingly easy to make; it took a total of about three hours (after which I spent another couple of hours experimenting with different formats and codecs), including finding and capturing the source footage from the DVDs. Wow. I want to make a whole bunch of these things.

Meanwhile, I've created a website directory, called All Anime Music Videos, of the anime music video sites that I've found. It's the only directory of anime music videos that I know of.

Fri, 29 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 29, 2000

During lunch I went over to Suncoast and bought four anime DVDs: Princess Mononoke, the second volume of Trigun, and two DVDs as gifts for Saalon. Heck, it's payday, and I can afford it. Though I certainly have lots of other anime that I should finish watching before moving on, but oh well.

Unfortunately, I then found out that Saalon bought me a Princess Mononoke DVD for Christmas, which is en-route. And I already opened my copy of Mononoke. Well, I told Saalon about it, and he suggested I return his copy when it arrives. That'll work.

Still. What a generous, thoughtful gift. Wow.

I hear that the next Toonami show will be Outlaw Star. And here I thought it was going to be Trigun. Ah well. According to an Ex review, Outlaw Star's a pretty good show. Fair enough; I'll see what it's like when Toonami starts showing it.

I've been downloading more anime music videos from Aluminum Studios. I love "Try" and "Larger Than Life," while so far, the others just don't grab me much. "Dreams of Red" is very very nice, though. I'd like directly to download pages for these, but all of the pages on Aluminum Studios explicitly ask that people only link to the homepage. As much as I'm irked at the idea of only linking to "approved" pages, I'll respect the request in this case.

Work is very very slow. A good two-thirds of the company is taking the week off, so it's rather hard to interface with people. And it's amazing how hard it is to push oneself to work hard when nobody's watching or caring.

A big blizzard is supposed to come in tonight. I must admit, the idea of being snowed in for a few days is highly appealing. I can just write and code, write and code....

Last night, I e-mailed the artist behind the online comic strip The 'Any' Key. I had a few suggestions on how he could improve his drawing style, which he was very open to.

It reminded me that I've always wanted to do cartooning (not necessarily be a cartoonist; I just want to be able to draw a cartoon), and indeed have practiced a bit of cartooning in the past. I really should spend some time practicing that, just occasionally. Maybe today or tonight, I'll sit down with a pad and paper and work on drawing bodies (my current major weak spot).

Thu, 28 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 28, 2000

I watched the final two half-hour episodes of Key: The Metal Idol two days ago, and the first half of the first "movie" yesterday evening.

The final episodes of Key blew me away. I consider it to be among the best climaxes (well, anti-climaxes; Key's story isn't over yet) that I've ever seen presented in anime. I was as powerfully moved at Key's 13th episode as I was with the end of Macross Plus episode 3, which is saying a lot. This show goes places.

The first movie has thus far been almost completely exposition. It's finally time for the backstory to be explained, and so we have multiple simultaneous conversations that do just that. It's well-written, but there's so much of it that lasts for so long that my attention tended to drift. I concentrate on anime, too, so making my attention wander is not an immediately easy task.

But, I'm still impressed. This episode is explaining everything, including technical details of exactly why certain things are done they way they are done, which is a refreshing change after serial experiments: lain's loose plot threads (though lain was made with the expectation that its viewers would actively investigate and solve loose plot threads, so that's not really a criticism).

Meanwhile, in my search for Key: The Metal Idol music late last night (Key has three fantastic songs -- all of which have been dubbed into English -- while the rest range from mediocre to poor, IMHO), I stumbled across Aluminum Studios, the website of an anime fan who makes anime music videos. I started an overnight download of one of them, then fired it up this morning, and fell in love. It was "Larger than Life," and it's a fantastic presentation of a particular character from Cowboy Bebop. I'm grabbing all of the videos now (I have one transfer going at home, and I'm downloading them here at work to watch them before going home). Wonderful stuff.

I heard on WGMS this morning that Crown Books is having a gigantic sale, so I headed over there this morning and bought a Norman Rockwell calendar, a copy of Gray's Anatomy (USD $16, hardback, unabridged!), the latest issue of Writer's Digest, Michael Palin's latest travelogue (I didn't know what a fantastic writer he is), and a book on whether the Bible stands up to modern scientific evidence.

Wed, 27 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 27, 2000

In the wee small hours of the morning before falling into bed last night, I added a page to my Homepage's library, describing the anime titles that I own, and which ones I'd like to buy in future. I figure this will be a good way for me to keep track of what I have and what I'm looking for.

I've been thinking a lot lately about the theory of kipple-ization from Philip K. Dick's book Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (the basis for the film Blade Runner). It's interesting to see what I thought I remembered from the book, compared to what's actually there.

What I remembered was the idea that all things eventually devolve into little messy things called "kipple," like all the junk scattered around the floors of an abandoned house. And mankind's great purpose in life, what he does as his place in the universe, is to fight against kipple-ization. So, we must build and maintain, while destruction only furthers our devolution into kipple.

But here's what Dick actually wrote. The conversation is between John Isildore, a somewhat dimwitted man, and Pris, an android who has just taken up residence in the same apartment building that John lives in (they are the only two tenants, thanks to mass migration to off-world colonies).

"...This building, except for my apartment, is completely kipple-ized."

" 'Kipple-ized'?" She did not understand.

"Kipple is useless objects, like junk mail or match folders after you use the last match or gum wrappers or yesterday's homeopape. When nobody's around, kipple reproduces itself. For instance, if you go to bed leaving any kipple around your apartment, when you wake up the next morning there's twice as much of it. It always gets more and more."

"I see." The girl regarded him uncertainly, not knowing whether to believe him. Not sure if he meant it seriously.

"There's the First Law of Kipple," he said. " 'Kipple drives out nonkipple.' Like Gresham's law about bad money. And in these apartments there's been nobody there to fight the kipple."

"So it has taken over completely," the girl finished. She nodded. "Now I understand."

"Your place, here," he said, "this apartment you've picked -- it's too kipple-ized to live in. We can roll the kipple-factor back; we can do like I said, raid the other apts. But--" He broke off.

"But what?"

Isildore said, "We can't win."

"Why not?" The girl stepped into the hall, closing the door behind her; arms folded self-consciously before her small high breasts she faced him, eager to understand. Or so it appeared to him, anyhow. She was at least listening.

"No one can win against kipple," he said, "except temporarily and maybe in one spot, like in my apartment I've sort of created a stasis between the pressure of kipple and nonkipple, for the time being. But eventually I'll die or go away, and then the kipple will again take over. It's a universal prniciple operating throughout the universe; the entire universe is moving toward a final state of total, absolute kippleization."

-- Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep (1968)

Not quite what I remembered, is it? Either way, I'm tickled by the idea of kipple-ization, and I agree with the idea that mankind's greatest purpose is to decrease kipple. I've started keeping my room tidier than usual as a result, and I'm surprised to see that I'm proud of it. I like having a clean room, especially when I have a reason to be clean.

Oh, and I bought a nice shiny new 19" monitor today. Ain't I special?

Tue, 26 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 26, 2000

I just got this from the William J. Clinton Presidential Foundation the other day, and had to share it. My comments are italicized.

Dear Friend,

  There are two very important reasons why I hope you will accept this special invitation to become a Founding Member of the Clinton Presidential Library.

  The first reason is that becoming a Founding Member [do those upper-case 'F' and 'M' annoy you, too?] is an opportunity to honor the work and accomplishments of an extraordinary leader.

  The second reason is that the Clinton LIbrary will be the focal point of President Clinton's ongoing efforts to address some of the most important oplicy issues facing our nation and our world.

  Throughout his presidency, you have been one of Bill Clinton's most loyal friends and trusted supporters. [I'm mostly a Republican, and other than voting, one of the least politically active people I know.] So, it is only fitting that you be among the first to help him prepare for the post-White House phase of an extraordinary career in public service.

  Before I tell you more about the plans of the William J. Clinton Presidential Foundation, let me remind you about some of the accomplishments it will help celebrate.

  We shouldn't let our familiarity with Bill Clinton stop us from appreciating t he depth and range of his accomplishments as President. [This is what spurred me to post the letter. What they're saying here is that we shouldn't let our knowledge of who Clinton really is get in the way of erecting a shrine to him.] His leadership has truly transformed America. [You can say that again. Before Clinton, people actually respected the Presidency to some degree.]

  Think back to October, 1991 when Bill Clinton declared his candidacy for president. [Shouldn't that be "P"resident?] The nation was in economic distress, [huh?] social decline, [?!?] deep political division, [Oh yeah, that's changed] and deep cynicism about the role of government in our lives. [And Bill "Cigar" Clinton's made us less cynical about government?!?]

  Now, in the eight year of the Clinton era, [I dunno; "era" just isn't quite pretentious enough...how about "epoch"?] we are in the midst of the longest economic expansion in the history of our nation. [...which started in the 80's; look it up] We have the lowest unemployment rate in 30 years, the lowest welfare rolls in 30 years, the lowest poverty rates in 20 years, and the highest home onership in history. [Thanks to Silicon Valley. What, exactly, did Clinton do to lower poverty rates?] We have the first back-to-back balanced budgets and surpluses in 42 years. [Thanks to Congressional efforts, not Presidential ones] And we're on a path that could elminiate the debt within the decade. [Ditto.]

  But, President Clinton has done more than strengthen our economy, he's strengthened our society. While the economy got better, [through no fault of his own,] the air got cleaner, the water got cleaner. [and literacy dropped, evidently, as they forgot to put an "and" in there. And Clinton didn't push through any major clean-air or clean-water efforts that I know of; those were artifacts of previous administrations.] And Bill Clinton helped set aside more land in protected areas than any President in history with the exception of Theodore and Franklin Roosevelt. [I'll admit that this is nice, but it's hardly worth a Big Gold Star on his report card.]

It goes on like that, talking aobut how Clinton's "personal leadership...ended ethnic cleansing in Bosnia and Kosovo." Gee, CNN must have forgotten to cover the complete and total ending of hostilities in Bosnia and Kosovo. Amazing, isn't it?

Well. I shot an e-mail to Avram this morning, explaining that I want to quit my About.com job. I realized last night that I'm not enjoying really any part of the job. There are some parts that aren't bad to do, and the pay is fantastic, but I really don't see the point in continuing, especially when I have such difficulty making myself keep up with it. So, we'll look for a new Guide, then I'll transition out of the way.

Did some errands this morning, but didn't get anything particularly fun, other than a book on identifying birds. I'll use it to update the list of visiting birds on my Side Garden site.

Meanwhile, one of my monitors pretty much died. The picture got all fuzzy, and it would be OK if I banged on it, but would stubbornly return to fuzziness after ten or twenty seconds. This was the monitor that I have mounted in a corner of my room, displaying the weather 24/7. I think I'm going to buy a nice new monitor for my main machine, and shuffle the other monitors around. I've already put my other 14" monitor onto the weather machine, and that seems to be doing nicely.

Mon, 25 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 25, 2000 — Christmas Day

Merry Christmas!

Recorded for Posterity, here's what I got:

Plus, I got cards from Brennen and Erin (another online friend).

It's been a quiet Christmas. We leaned back on the couches in the living room and poked through the wrapping paper, eventually revealing the treasures within, occasionally glancing outside at the snow-covered ground. This is how to celebrate Christ's birth.

We were invited to a get-together at a friend's house this afternoon at 2:30, but we aren't planning on joining them. It's too much trouble, as selfish as that sounds. Though I must admit that the idea of joining a group of friends to share some holiday cheer appeals to my Old World sensibilities.

I also spent some time today updating this diary script so that it would display the names of holidays wherever it knows of the holiday name. Like today, for example. :-)

Then I worked on my Side Garden site. I have this little pocket of land off of my room, which I've been slowly improving and turning into a full-scale garden. I haven't updated the site in months, so I finally revamped the site a little bit, and added a section for birds.

Sun, 24 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 24, 2000 — Christmas Eve

I finally edited together the mockumentary for work, and recorded it to a VHS tape. It took a total of about two hours to do the main seven minutes f footage, which only needed tweaking, and about one hour more to edit together the bloopers. This editing stuff is getting really easy for me.

My sister and her family (her husband Jeff and three young daughters) have all come over for the night. They'll open their Christmas presents from us tomorrow morning (Christmas Eve), then in the afternoon they'll drive to his parents' house and they'll do the Christmas thing there, then drive home and have their own Christmas morning. A pretty good way of arranging it, I think, though Jeff pointed out that it makes the holiday very busy and fragmented. Still, they feel it's the best thing to do, and I can't argue.

I spent much of the morning mulling over an idea that Saalon and I had for a massively-multiplayer world. We wondered if the basic concept behind Gnutella couldn't be used to manage chunks of digital real estate. Rather than keeping an entire world on each server, the job is shared by all of machines connected to the game, whether explicitly servers or also client game machines.

Here's how I'm thinking it would work: Each machine would be a server, and each server would be part of any number of "rings." Each ring is a connected group of servers that are all responsible for a given chunk of the world (I call a "chunk" a "domain"). So, you might have one server that is part of four rings, one ring for domain 3, another for domain 12, another for domain 33, and another for domain 38.

These rings act sort of like hive minds. All of the servers on the ring co-operate to:

Right now, I've got a lot in my head, which I need to get down on paper. Then, I'll have to draw it out and bang on the design from many angles and see if there are any obvious holes. If not, I may code up a test and see if it's practical.

One interesting idea that strikes me about this, is that it should be possible to give the servers the ability to automatically expand the world. Given a reasonable terrain generation algorithm, servers could add new domains to the world without player intervention. Hmmmmm.

Fri, 22 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 22, 2000

The big news is that Intersect has moved. Well, only one building over, to a much larger office space. We have cubicles now, which is better than nothing ("nothing" being what we had before -- literally, a bunch of desks sitting in a big warehouse), and the new place is very bright. My new space is next to the windows, with a lot of visibility to the outside, which I like an awful lot.

Ravi (a member of the management team) came up to me yesterday as I walked in to the old building, and suggested that I videotape time-lapse footage of the move. Brilliant! I ran home, grabbed my camcorder, drove to the new building, entered, and looked around for a suitably high place. The best solution was a very high set of scaffolding on wheels, so I pulled it around to a suitable place and took a video. I'll post the video somewhere once I export it into a format suitable for Windows (.avi, probably).

What else. Several months ago, I bought several dozen little glass votive candle holders. What for? The plan was to wrap candy in cellophane, tie it with a ribbon, put the candy in the candle holders, and give one out to each of my co-workers.

That's all well and good, but I realized that, since Monday is Christmas Day, tonight is my last chance to assemble these gifts. And, what with the physical labor inherent in hauling tables, chairs, computers, etc. to the new building today, plus my (admittedly, waning) illness, I'm tuckered out. Maybe I'll give them out after we get back from the Christmas holiday, or something.

:sigh: I'm always doing this: I come up with these great ideas, and then never finish them on-time. Do I have too many projects going at once, or am I mis-managing my time so that I'm not working on what I should be working on? How can I tell?

Wed, 20 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 20, 2000

I came down with a nasty cold yesterday. As I was sick and lay abed....

Today I watched The Wings of Honneamise, a 1987 anime film about space flight (Roger Ebert has a typically excellent and respectful review), and episodes 4 through 11 (!) of the anime series Key: The Metal Idol. I'm going to mostly eschew the embolding stuff for this, as it's not really appropriate for reviews.

I was blown away by Honneamise. It is beautiful, complicated, deep, fascinating...Light, I hate reviews like this. All glowing praise. I need to provide a reasonably intelligent review here.

Imagine the movie Apollo 13, but set on an Earth with a different societal evolution. This is an Earth where automobiles evolved differently, where airplanes evolved differently, where clothing and razorblades and scythes and money and restaurants are all different; not different as in "utterly alien," but different as in "oh yeah, that is another way to do it." And this is an Earth which suffers from true hyper-population, with many billions living in close confinement.

Within all of this, lies the ludicrous Royal Space Force, a pet project of the Royal Family. The Royal Space Force, a motley assortment of failed fighter pilots and aging engineers with just enough money, maybe, to shoot the first human astronaut into space. And within the Royal Space Force lies Shirotsugh Lhadatto, the man who will be that astronaut.

Does he want to be that astronaut? Not to begin with. Does he have aspirations? Does he want to see the stars? Not to begin with. But he does.

And that progression is what drives The Wings of Honneamise. That ever-so-subtle change, from shiftless quasi-soldier to pilot of Man's First Flight Into Space, is what makes this into a great film.

Though there are certainly a great many other elements to this story. Shiro's relationship with the highly-religous girl Leiquinni Nondelaiko forms the strongest sub-plot. She believes in prayer and trusting God, a premise that Shiro simply can't comprehend. And she isn't perfect, either; her tendency to be neither in this world nor of it often brings her pain.

So. I consider Wings of Honneamise to be one of the greatest films ever made. Enough said there, I think.

What about Key?

I was impressed with Key: The Metal Idol before, and it turns out that I stopped watching it just before the first major plot twist of the story occurs. I'm much more impressed now.

Key is, first and foremost, a dark story, but "dark" in the sense of the Brothers Grimm. There is evil here, yes, and even some perversity, but these elements are never over-presented, nor are they inserted merely for shock value.

The plot of Key is a variation on Pinocchio: Key is a lifelike android with the body of a 14-year-old girl. Though she is fully functional in every physical sense, she has no real emotions, and goes through life much like a shy 4-year-old would, always passively observing.

But then Key's creator is killed, and he leaves a message for Key telling her that she can actually become human. But to do so, Key needs to make friends. A lot of them. Actually, about 30,000.

Obviously, this is a dually fantastic notion: that Key can become human, and that she could ever make 30,000 friends. But she does want to be human -- in part to make up for the teasing that she received at the hands of her classmates in school -- and so she heads to Tokyo to somehow make friends. Key is lucky enough to stumble across her only friend, Sakura, who herself moved to Tokyo some years back. Key stays with Sakura and thus the story begins.

This sounds like a pretty traditional story, and it pretty much is. This is the plot of the first two episodes, and the third is the episode in which we are introduced to the major pop idol, Miho. Her concerts are attended by tens of thousands of fans, a fact which gives Key an idea: perhaps she can become a pop idol too.

This would be fodder for a decent enough anime series without the events of episode four, which I will not spoil for you here. Suffice to say that episode four accelerates Key into the realm of a metaphysical journey, in which the viewer realizes that Key holds within her fantastic powers which she herself does not understand or even remember using. So, the question quickly becomes, what exactly is Key? And what will happen if she does make 30,000 friends? The Apocalypse?

Also, this series is not content to present simple characters. Sakura, for instance, who is helping Key as her "manager," is plagued by entertainment insiders who are impressed at her figure and want to hire her. Sakura isn't willing to sell out like that just yet, but...it's awfully tempting for a girl who's working part-time at video rental stores and pizza parlors.

And nobody really thinks that Key is a robot; they all assume that she's delusional or traumatized in some way. They go along with Key's claims -- out of sympathy -- but their underlying disbelief shows through in an impatience with Key's inability to, for example, sing. And Key realizes that she's being an imposition or displeasing them in some way, which hurts like crazy every time you see it.

And that's what impresses me so much about Key. After a handful of episodes, I felt these characters' pain. And beyond feeling their pain while watching the show, the show stayed with me after I watched it. As I walked down the hallway to bed, I imagined Key at the other end of the hallway. I imagined her standing in my room. The show worms its way into your head and makes you think, in that same disturbing, wonderful way that serial experiments: lain gets into your head.

Whew. I think that's enough for now. I have two more half-hour episodes to watch, then the two 90-minute final episodes. I can't wait.

Mon, 18 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 18, 2000

Just added a permanent link in the kitchen to MegaTokyo. I'm seriously falling in love with this strip: it's well-written, and it's gorgeous. I just wish Fred Gallagher were getting paid for this stuff somehow. I'd gladly buy a book. OTOH, he does sell merchandise, so maybe I should grab something there in support.

I just re-organized my updates for the past few days, so that each days' activities are reported on that day. Makes things a little more sensible.

I spent about an hour this morning re-editing the video clips we took for the mockumentary at work. I'm hoping to re-create the video, and record it to regular VHS tapes which people here at work can take home.

Oh, and this is cool: BBspot does mock news about computer geeky stuff as well as The Onion spoofs traditional media. Check out New Linux Kernel Will Increase Intellectual Superiority and Obtaining Porn Not Challenging Enough for Kids for particularly biting examples. A shame that BBspot doesn't seem to have a lot of writers.

Sun, 17 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 17, 2000

Today was an attempt to be busy pretty much all day. We stayed home from church in the morning, but had about 9 hours' worth of concerts and parties to go to starting at noon. Unfortunately, three days' worth of lack of sleep caught up with me, so Dad dropped me off at home around 5:00.

I changed into the luxurious comfort of sweats, laid back in bed, and watched a bit of TV. Then I gave Saalon a call, where we talked about Trigun and Gundam Wing and Key: The Metal Idol and Rurouni Kenshin and upcoming Disney films (Lady and the Tramp 2?!? The Hunchback of Notre Dame 2?!?) and Kingdom Come and Guy Gavriel Kay and Spider-Man and Christmas presents. A very productive conversation, all told.

Sat, 16 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 16, 2000

What a day.

This morning I ran my Christmas packages over to the local Parcel Plus. This is a wonderful little store in downtown Great Falls, probaby just large enough to fit four customers with packages. It's always spotlessly clean and run with the efficiency one can only expect from foreigners. It's owned and operated by an Indian couple; the wife puts together packages in the back, while the always-helpful husband mans the register and works with customers. Compared to the cranky mobs of humanity at the post office, this is heaven.

Next, I headed in to Intersect to finish up our mockumentary. Julian still fiddled some with the Windows 2000 server, but we were able to make some progress before I had to leave at 2:00. They promised to finish up.

I returned home in time to change clothes, and we drove to the National Cathedral in D.C., where we had tickets for a choral concert. If you've never been to the National Cathedral, it's worth seeing. It's a full-scale cathedral; on the small side as cathedrals go, but still massive. And built in the 20th century, which is just plain cool.

It began with the choir standing up, and...just standing there. The organ played a prelude, then...from far off in the distance...a woman's choir sang, "O come, O come, Emmanuel,/And ransom captive Israel,/That mourns in lonely exile here/Until the Son of God appear: Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel/Shall come to thee, O Israel." As the voices floated to us, we began to realize that they were getting closer...entering the cathedral from the back. The organ played a few more bars, and from somewhere beyond came the voices of men: "O come, O come thou Rod of Jesse, free thine own from Satan's tyranny;/From depths of hell They people save,/And give them victory o'er the grave: Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel/Shall come to thee, O Israel." And they began to get closer and closer too.

Then they began marching slowly down the center aisle of the cathedral, and the main choir joined them, singing the rest of the carol. It was glorious.

We spent about an hour and a half enraptured by the magic spell of this music, but then had to leave so I could pick up my friend Nadine from her house and drive over to the Intersect Christmas Party. She was such good company in the car, chatting about her job and the church she's helping to start, that I completely missed the turn for the Dulles Hilton. But we made it just in time for the last half of the magic show that they'd booked, which was followed by a sumptuous meal of chicken, salmon, herb bread, and strawberry chocolate cake.

The party itself was beautiful. The whole room was decked out with a gold theme. Rich yellow tablecloths lay underneath glistening white silverware, while innumerable little votive candles cast a warm glow on the smiling, confident faces around each table. We could feel the vitality of the company.

We were then treated to a dual premiere: David, Intersect's CEO, filmed himself and Ravi coming up with the idea for Intersect, and chatting about it at the local Taco Bell. It was very well-done.

("So, what is the product?" "Uh, it's gonna be this...virtual reality...three- dimensional...project planning thing. Look, we'll worry about that after we get the funding.")

The other premiere was our little mockumentary. The others didn't get everything done, but they got the really good stuff: the interview with the tentacled Illithid ("So, I understand you did some work at the state department. Can you tell us a little more about that?" "Well, mainly I implanted my young in the minds of your leaders, as a prelude to the conquest of your pitiful little planet."), the Aaron the Moor interview ("So, can you tell us a little about what you like to do?" "Oft have I digged up dead men from their graves, and carried their bones to their dear friends' doors, and with mine own knife carved with Roman letters, 'Let not thine sorrows die, for I am dead!' Tut, I have done a thousand dreadful things as easily as one might kill a fly, and my only regret is that I did not do ten thousand more." "Well, here at Intersect, you can!"), and the footage of one of our senior engineers, reminiscing from the back of a pick-up truck as it drives around a parking lot. The film went over quite well, with a lot of laughs. Next time, though, we'll do a little more planning.

That's the big thing I've learned from this mockumentary: set up a schedule for actual deliverables (e.g., a script, shooting raw footage, editing together the footage into scenes, etc.), and give everyone a distinct job to do. One person works on the script, one person shoots footage, one person edits, etc. With this, we had too many people trying to do too many things, with one person trying to edit when somebody else had already done editing, and one getting footage while another had already set up stuff with the same people.

I think this has gone on long enough for one update, though. I don't have any interesting news from the world at large, other than the fact that nVidia just bought 3Dfx, which should create all sorts of anti-trust concerns, and it seems that Bush Jr. will be our next President. Finally.

Fri, 15 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 15, 2000

I have to admit to finding this funny: check out this scanned image from the latest Superboy comic, and look at the poster behind Superboy's head. heh. Also note the Pokeball in the corner, several familiar video game consoles, and a (inactive?) Fuchikoma robot from the anime film Ghost in the Shell.

I got home around 2 a.m. yesterday. Or rather, this morning. But the "Dave's Speech" footage came out very well. This morning, I got together footage of our Friday lunches, the CEO explaining that they were too expensive to do every week, and employees sitting at a nice table saying "What does he mean by too expensive?" "I dunno. Oh, waiter? I'll have the lobster."

Right now, I'm pretty much just sitting here at work, getting some work done, as well as I can. Tired, but I can live with it. I just have to make sure I don't get short-tempered from this lack of sleep.

I downloaded Netscape Navigator 6 the other day, just to see what it's like. The default settings are pretty horrible (and I don't want to hear people say that you can always change the default; the default should be the best choice, and most people don't bother to change defaults anyway). You can change the UI, thank goodness; the UI that it starts out with compares poorly to that of a $99 VCR. I'm tempted to write a full-scale UI critique of it.

And I'd forgotten how slow Netscape is, compared to other browsers (even IE). It takes a very long time to load up, though its page rendering seems to be faster than I remember it being. Still, Opera blows it out of the water, he said without testing it.

Thu, 14 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 14, 2000

So here I sit at my desk at Intersect, alone, at midnight, while my home computer sits next to me, busily moving and rendering digital video footage that we've shot over the past two weeks. We decided to make this mockumentary of the company's history, and we want it done in time for the company-wide Christmas party on Saturday.

For video editing, I offered personalStudio on my own computer. The guy who's spearheading this effort really wanted to set up a Windows machine with Adobe Premier and do a side-by-side comparison. This is a great idea, but we haven't done much work on that up until now, and we spent most of the night tonight trying to get a Windows 2000 Professional machine set up properly. This is time that, in my opinion, could have been better used doing actual video editing.

But, y'know, that's why we have chains of command: so that people can make decisions without making everyone vote constantly. And maybe the payoff would have been worth every second of time we put in. personalStudio certainly isn't the most feature-complete video editing suite ever.

So why am I still here, alone, worrying about crazy people wandering by and trying to get in (I've locked all the doors)? Because I volunteered to stay. I wanted to get some editing done on this thing; I'd already done a first-draft version of "the Dave speech" (which intersperses our CEO speaking about our product with shots of people asleep and Fremen screaming "MUAD'DIB!").

But I'm still asking myself: Why? What good does this do the company? What good does it do me to be sitting here at the keyboard at 12:25 in the morning, obssessively putting one shot in front of another? I've always wanted to do movies, but this?

Well, yeah. This is what I like to do. This is a pretty cool experience, and it gives me the challenge of working out shots that I personally never thought of. The editing has to work with the footage we've got, and it really is surprising how much of it is good, and how much more of it we could use. But, again, it's a learning experience.

I guess what I'm really worried about is that this will become The Video Thing That I Do. On future projects, I'll tell people "Hey, I've done editing before," and then I'll become the Editor by default. And while I certainly don't dislike editing, I don't want to be pigeonholed either.

But y'know what? That's a boundaries issue. If I let myself get pigeonholed, then I'll be letting myself be pigeonholed. I can just say "I've done editing before, but I really don't want to do any editing on this project." And that's that. If people cna't respect that, that's a good sign that I don't want to work with those people.

So, really, I'm sitting here at my desk, with the temperature heading rapidly towards Ben and Jerry's, worrying about nothing.

Wed, 13 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 13, 2000

WebMages hiccupped yesterday, and so this page (as well as numerous others) were inaccessible for part of the day. Sorry that that happened.

(Yeah, right, like I got any number of hits at that time....woah. I just checked, and I got 15 hits yesterday on this domain, not from me. That's kinda scary.)

More work done on Mozart, fixing a variety of interface issues, though I haven't uploaded new screenshots in awhile. Maybe I'll do that tonight.

Tue, 12 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 12, 2000

"It's another blustery day in the Hundred-Acre Woods," he said lamely, after trying to find the actual opening sentences of the famed Winnie the Pooh story. Evidently, said text is not on the net yet, and won't be until at least October 21, 2021, thanks to lobbying by our good friends at Disney. If I think of it, I'll crack my copy of the original book at home and quote that (which falls under fair use).

(Basically, from what I understand, up until recently, the copyright on a work stayed in effect for 75 years after initial publication, with minor variations depending on the exact nature of the work. After that, the work is/was in the public domain. But when Steamboat Willy, the first Mickey Mouse cartoon, was about to go into the public domain, Disney lobbied hard to have the copyright period extended, and it is now 95 years for any works that were under protection as of October 27, 1998. So now all sorts of great old books can't be distributed or converetd into e-text because they're languishing under some ancient rights to a publishing house that's forgotten they exist. Fantastic.)

And pardon the rant, but I was dismayed to find out how many Winnie the Pooh sites are devoted exclusively to the Disney animated versions, totally ignoring both the books and the artwork done by others (e.g. the original illustrations). I expect some of them to, but it looks like the vast majority of Pooh sites don't even acknowledge that the original books exist.

Sigh. On to other things.

I've been fiddling with Doc++, a program that will take Javadoc-compliant C++ files and create Javadoc-like documentation. Unfortunately, Doc++ thinks on a file-by-file basis, making it difficult to correctly document a set of C++ files, and its cross-linking seems to be wonky (a lot of the generated links go precisely nowhere).

What else. AWANA is now on Christmas break (well, we won't be able to make it next week, after which the break officially begins), which means I should have weekends free for about a month. Coolness. Not that I begrudge the time spent every Sunday, but it is nice to have an extra several hours on Sunday. We should start at the new National Wildlife Foundation building (the church bought their building) in January.

Funky Winkerbean has been running some very impressive stories lately dealing with Littleton-like issues, as well as alcoholism. I'm amazed that Batiuk has been willing (and been allowed!) to write stories about issues like social outcasts and their punishment from both peers and authority, but without insulting either side of the equation.

Oh, I've been getting quite a lot of traffic on UFO Dreams, my NieA Under 7 shrine page. I've had several people e-mail me about it just this week.

Ooooh. And Brennen's written a spoof crossover fanfic, which is horribly, horribly accurate. Except, as he points out, the grammar isn't bad (it really should switch tenses more often), and it's not nearly long enough. But it's still fantastic. :shiver:

Sheesh, lots of miscellaneous stuff today. But this had me laughing out loud. It's sort of a computer gaming in-joke, but what the hey. More people should read that strip anyway.

Mon, 11 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 11, 2000

I've abandoned the short film. The stop-motion features of my camera just don't end up looking smooth, I'm afraid. So, I'll have to think up some other way of doing a short film. Anyone have any use for about two pounds of green Crayola clay?

What else. Mozart is improving.. I added support for opening recent documents today (and I just realized I should also put them off of a menu somewhere), as well as improved the documentation.

And work goes well, which is a refreshing change. I'm ahead of the game, for once.

I brought my PC in to work again, though we don't seem to be setting things up for video. I might vidcapture some footage before I leave, though. Dunno; I'm typing this from work as our application compiles in the background, and I'm feeling pretty tired.

Sun, 10 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 10, 2000

Dual volume 2 rocks, unsurprisingly. It's not quite as...I dunno, it doesn't have as many hilarious scenes as the first DVD. But the humor is pretty much up-to-par overall. And it has two really excellent scenes, the ends of episodes 5 and 7.

My only complaint is that the disc only contains three episodes, and it costs a full USD $25. I mean, it's still good stuff, and I'll still buy it, but...ouch. Battle Athletes Victory DVDs only have three episodes apiece, and they only cost USD $15.

Fri, 08 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 8, 2000

You thought the original Dune movie was weird? Check out the French version (it was never made). Imagine Salvador Dali playing the Emperor Shaddam IV. That's not what it would have been like; Salvador Dali was going to play the Emperor Shaddam IV.

The mind doesn't just boggle; it liquifies.

What else. I brought my computer in to work, to show the guys doing this video what BeOS is like. I hope they like. It's sort of hard to work, actually, with my BeOS PC sitting right there, waiting to be used. I want to get on it and code, or web surf, or make a Moho animation, or something. It's just so much more fun to use, relatively speaking.

More to follow.

Thu, 07 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 7, 2000 — Pearl Harbor Day (USA)

Woah, nearly forgot to mention. December 7th, 1941. A date which will live in infamy.

Light, I was just doing some vanity surfing and stumbled across a reference to this diary page, including the META tag description of this site: "Information about and links that interest me, Brent P. Newhall." I had forgotten how sucky that was; it sounds like something from The Schumin Web (sorry, Ben).

I found that as part of OpenHere's diaries listing, a massive list of online diaries. Amazing how many sound really contrived and uninteresting.

I also came across a diary listing (scroll to the bottom) that caught my attention. The diary writer is described as "a beautiful, opinionated and very strong woman." Weren't the strengths of online diaries and webpages supposed to be the concept that beauty doesn't matter? Really, what does personal beauty have to do with making me want to read a weblog?

And much as I annoy myself by posting nothing for the longest time, then dumping great mountains of thoughts onto this site, I just really like this, from the weblog How I Was Made:

He loves me so much "it hurts" he once said. I knew exactly what he meant. Not being with him is just painful, and the uncertainess of what will happen in the future is just scary. What happens when he wants to go to university? I've never needed anyone like this (I hesitate in writing that because of Joey, though). And as terrible as I sound trying to get this mess of thoughts down on paper, I now know what everyone is singing about.

Mozart continues to progress. I'm doing nightly builds and screenshot uploads on a reasonably consistent basis. Next up: Drawing the current song as sheet music. Making all those little note graphcs is gonna be time-consuming.

I'm working on a short film, but more about that later.

Meanwhile, in a fit of ridiculous one-upmanship after reading a lot of good diary titles out there, I'm titling this one. See? It's titled now.

Wed, 06 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 6, 2000

Personal rant time. I drive along a stretch of semi-highway on my way to work (it's not like a four-lane divided highway that cuts through the wilderness; just three lanes that meanders past shopping malls and houses). This road has been under construction for awhile, so now that the road is temporarily complete, the speed limit has been decreased from 55 mph to 45 mph. So, I drive between 45 and 48-ish.

I wouldn't be particularly annoyed if a lot of cars passed me on this stretch of road. I wouldn't even be annoyed if most of the cars passed me. Every car passes me, all of them going at least 55 (often 60 or 65). It's not like the new speed limit are easy to miss; new ones have been added, and they're larger than their predecessors. People still blow through like there's no tomorrow.

What's even more infuriating is that there was a cop sitting on the side of this road a week or so ago, and everybody slowed down to 45 or 40. So people know what the real speed limit is; they just can't be bothered to follow it.

In other news, I should be getting Dual volume 2 and The Wings of Honneamise within a week. After actually ordering them a week ago, I called Right Stuf and found out that the Evangelion volume 2 DVD that I had ordered along with them is seriously backordered. So, for an extra $4, they'll ship it separately.

Meanwhile, I've been getting horrible sleep at night. I've been watching the Dune miniseries on The Sci-Fi Channel, plus trying to work on Mozart, which has resulted in bedtimes closer to 4:00 a.m. than the 11:00 p.m. I try to hit.

And for what it's worth, I liked the miniseries. It had its moments, and it had some cheesy bits, but overall it respected the source material and adapted the story to film quite well. The ending was probably better than I could've made it.

And here's an excellent article that sums up the Gor community very well, for those not familiar with it and/or wanting to know more about it. As background, John Norman wrote a series of fantasy novels set in a society where (nearly) all women are totally enslaved to men -- and that postulate that this is the natural state of the sexes. This has created a startlingly large online community, which the author of the article explores in detail, and has the courage to repudiate when its rhetoric gets downright wrong. The author interviews a few Gor fans and advocates, and explains their beliefs in the context of current psychological beliefs.

Tue, 05 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 5, 2000

Mozart is going well, though my brain has been so happy to have a cool little programming project to focus on that I've been staying up to the wee hours of the morning to work on it. Getting to bed at 3:30 a.m. doesn't help the ol' brain the next day. But the app is progressing nicely.

In fact, I've started doing a nightly build. Every night before I go to bed, I re-compile the app from scratch and run through a handful of basic functionality tests. I'm going to also start taking screenshots and uploading them to the brand-spankin' new Mozart webpage I've created.

I see that Mars probably had lakes of water at one time. The exciting thing about that is that it suggests Mars can support water easily enough, and thus it should be relatively easy to terraform. We really don't know all that much about Mars' habitability, having only sent a few probes there.

And...yeah, this is kinda powerful. Christopher Lee, who is playing Saruman in the upcoming Lord of the Rings movies, said recently in an interview: "I want to live long enough to see all of The Lord of the Rings come out -- that's 2003, by which time I'll be 81." LOTR is keeping Christopher Lee alive. That's just plain cool.

Mon, 04 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 4, 2000

And now, a little something I've learned based on comments that others have made based on watching me juggle (dropping lots of balls in the process):

Sufficiently-advanced practice is indistinguishable from talent.

I have no innate talent for juggling; it took me weeks and weeks before I could juggle three balls for more than one or two throws. Even now, after months of practice, I drop balls occasionally (and that's just with a very basic three-ball shower pattern). But when people watch me juggle now, they say, "Hey, you've got talent."

Sun, 03 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 3, 2000

Excellent. I just won three eBay auctions, for three anime cels; one of Haruna from Tenchi Forever!, one of Sakuya from Tenchi in Tokyo, and Key from Key: The Metal Idol.

The cel of Key is in itself a "key cel," which means it is the first or last in that particular animation sequence. "Key cels" are usually drawn by the head animator, and thus generally higher-quality and more valuable.

Yesterday (Saturday) was surprisingly productive, considering I worked from 9:00 to 6:00. Full-scale testing begins tomorrow, so I had to get my fixes in. Fortunately, they're in there.

I've been coding a BeOS MIDI composer app called Mozart for the past week or so; should've mentioned it sooner. It's pretty functional now, though it's only got about 50% of what I want to have implemented when I release it.

The idea is to make it easy for neophytes to compose music. Music composition on a computer should be easier than scribbling notes on paper, but all of the apps I've found have been either poorly-designed, or designed for the professional musician. I want to be able to compose music as flexibly and easily as I can compose a document.

And fortunately, BeOS makes it really, really easy, provided I design the app right.

Fri, 01 Dec 00 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 1, 2000

This is also going straight to the kitchen: an English-to-leet translator, converting normal English to the favored dialect of self-important script kiddies everywhere. Spawned by a gorgeously-drawn anime comic strip from FredArt.

I'm having lunch with my Dad today, after which (or before which?) we're going to check out the Gold's Gym nearby. My work will pay for memberships, so we're going to try meeting there regularly to work out.

Heard about the tragedy of Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker? Read the breaking story, and the follow-up from AICN.

Wed, 31 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 31, 2001

When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces,
  The mother of months in meadow or plain
Fills the shadows and windy places
  With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain
-- Algernon Charles Swinburne (1837-1909), from "Chorus from 'Atalanta' "

Man, this is insane. I just installed a hit counter thingie that I wrote on stun-software.com, only to find out that Informant has been downloaded an average of three times a day for the past several weeks; more than that earlier in the past. The program hasn't been updated in months! And it's still a buggy pre-release!

I found a French site that has a bunch of Yoshitoshi ABe artwork. In particular, I really liked this piece with Alice and Lain, this rather pleasant shot of Lain, and this really weird shot of a young Lain (maybe 8 or 10 years old) awake in bed.

Lessee, what's been happening in my life. I attended the final "Discovery" class at The Falls Church tonight, which went well. One of the speakers kinda over-emphasized the whole "get involved working with ministries as soon as possible" side of the church, which sadly rubs my family the wrong way at the moment. Other than that, though, we have no complaints. Looks like a very healthy, safe place to worship.

Tue, 30 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 30, 2001

When I went out for lunch today, I stopped by Suncoast to look for the latest Dual! DVD, only to find that it hadn't come in. So instead, I bought the first DVD of the Rurouni Kenshin TV series, as well as the third Neon Genesis Evangelion DVD. Didn't know that 0:3 had come out so soon.

As I chowed down on a disappointing Blimpie lunch (their "subs" don't deserve the name; they're no more than a few slices of meat slapped onto a slightly unusual roll), I finished reading Is the Bible True?, a summary of evidence for and against the Bible. I've got a review on my read books page.

Then, after working out at Gold's Gym after work, I spent some time trying to get Tramp back up and running. The primary hard drive started to die about a week ago, I guess, so I've been meaning to pull it out, put in the replacement hard drive, and re-install Windows.

This whouldn't be necessary with an OS like BeOS, of course, but what can you do? Tramp has my printer and scanner attached to it, and there aren't any BeOS drivers for those yet, that I know of.

I also got my twelve-pack of sodas from Jones Soda. They're fantastic, and you can order them right off their website. You can even pick and choose which flavors you want in your set.

Mon, 29 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 29, 2001

AWANA is up and running in the new National Wildlife Federation building. We had a very successful night last night, despite low numbers due to the Superbowl.

Afterwards, I went to a Superbowl party at a friend's house. Had a really good time, particularly since I wasn't rooting for either team. There were a few folks from work there -- this friend works at Intersect too -- so I didn't feel totally alone. I'm not usually very good at parties.

I did spend a bit of time on Wine last night too, which is a good thing. I've been converting the scripts to prose form because of the greater detail that I can write in prose, but Saalon's been pushing me to keep it in script form. That's probably a good idea all around.

I fiddled a bit with Informant, too, trying to get it to compile on R5. I'm having weird problems with constructing BMessages, which has me thoroughly confused.

The reason I'm working on Informant again is a rather sordid story. Saturday night, I received an e-mail from Eugenia Loli -- a major force in the BeOS community -- about Mozart and Informant. It was a combination of a bug report on Mozart's side, and a request that I fix Informant because Max, the guy I'd given it to, didn't have time to work on it.

This pushed a lot of my buttons. The Mozart bug report was worded such that it insinuated that I was taking shortcuts with my code, which I'm not to my knowledge. And the Informant request was just plain strange, because I'd given Informant to Max. It wasn't mine to fix.

So, I replied to Eugenia's message and explained what had happened with Mozart, and a promise to check in with Max about Informant. Sure enough, he doesn't have time, so I'm working on Informant again. Eugenia replied with a very apologetic and encouraging e-mail, which cleared up that whole business. So that's the scoop there.

OK. On to other things.

I updated the script that displays this diary. The table of contents now displays each month in a calendar format, making it easier to browse past diary entries. I still have some kinks to work out, but overall I'm pleased thus far.

And I sketched up a little cartoon character that I was rather happy with, and tried to take a picture of it with my digital camera. It looked horrible, but I was later able to scan it in properly, so here it is:

[A cartoon character; I've named him Bert]
Sun, 28 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 28, 2001

I have a deskless computer, which means that the keyboard is wireless and the monitor is mounted on a TV stand. As a result, I can use my computer from anywhere in the room; my computer desk, my regular desk in the other corner, etc.

I never could find a cordless trackball, though, so I had to use a regular trackball on an extension. Until yesterday, that is, when I found and bought a cordless trackball at Circuit City.

The trackball is fine, except for the fact that it's unusable when it's omre than, oh, two feet from the receiver. I'll have to fiddle with it to see if I can get it work better, because that's ridiculous. But I saw this in the user's manual, and had to chuckle:

See the User's Guide Installed on Your Hard Drive!

For PCs

  • From the Windows Taskbar, select Start, Programs, Logitech, MouseWare, then User's Guide.
  • The User's Guide displays automatically.

Ummmmm...exactly how is that "automatic"?

Sat, 27 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 27, 2001

Well. Last night, I accidentally wiped out a significant chunk of the code for Mozart, my MIDI composer app. I can re-write the code, but it'll take awhile. It's also pretty crucial code (it's the part that displays the notes in the song). :sigh:

And it was a stupid mistake, as usual. I dragged the files from the "Mozart" folder over to the "Solar Conquest" folder (Solar Conquest is the new name of the 4X space strateg game I'm writing), which of course moved the files instead of copying them. For some reason, I was sure that that action copied the files.

Well. Life goes on. I'm not about to let myself into a funk because of something like that.

I did some work on Solar Conquest last night, getting the planets to display themselves in the proper alignment. I still have to make them display things like actual planet graphics and such, but at least the planets know where to draw themselves. More as it develops.

Fri, 26 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 26, 2001
[neobaka]


Cool! First I discovered the emotional power of MegaTokyo, then the comedic offerings of SinFest, and now there's another new online comic, neobaka. It's intended more for anime/manga fans, but the appeal is pretty generic. It also has the impressive ability to include Monty Python and other pop-culture references as part of the strip, instead of as blatant attempts to insert geeky humor.

I've decided to abandon my current novel attempt, which I just realized I've only mentioned in passing on this diary page. My idea was to write a serious, character-oriented drama set in a fantasy world, focusing on the royal cryptographer. The cryptographer in question has a lot of issues which I had planned to explore. Unfortunately, both the story and the characters have refused to gel into anything coherent, so even after writing about ten pages' worth of miscellaneous scenes, I still don't have a novel.

But that's OK. That project sort of re-awakened my writing muse, so it served a purpose, and heck it was good practice. The main thing now is for me to find something else to write, and for the time being I think I'm going to focus on Wine To Those In Anguish, the animated series that I want to produce. I still need to write out a lot of the scripts.

What else is happening. Well, Brennen, Eric, and I are hashing out a design for a 4X space empire building game, for the BeOS. The emphasis is on a strong design rather than pretty graphics, which is good because none of us have any talent in those sorts of graphics. The working title for the game is "Second Empire."

Thu, 25 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 25, 2001

Lessee.

'Twas going to go to Discovery last night, but had to work late and I felt sick so I just went home and lay in bed. I slept pretty well, and feel fine today, so I guess it was just a temporary thing.

Since I pretty much killed all of the plants I had at work (well, except for the cactus), I've been buying large amounts of fake plant foliage for work. When I put the stuff in pots, they look quite nice, and having a whole forest motif for my cubicle is pretty darn cool. Here's what the plants look like:

[Image of fake plants in my cubicle]

I'm sure there's some other stuff I should talk about, but I really can't think of a thing, other than that whole "fame and the internet" rant, which I honestly don't feel like posting right now. So, all of my fans will have to wait. :-P

Tue, 23 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 23, 2001

It's 2:44 a.m. Any sane person would be fast asleep right now but no, Brennen and I have just spent the past three hours installing, configuring, and ultimately playing Quake2 deathmatch against each other.

It took forever to work out a way where we could connect, what with inconsistencies in maps and unsupported network configurations. Once we actually did, we had to run the server off my 56k dial-up connection, which meant that I was running at about 2 frames per second at best.

And I loved every minute of it. :-) Brennen showed me a great time, and I can't wait for the next time that we play.

Update at 3:20 p.m.

OK, I need to rant here.

Last year, in the AWANA program I help out at, I offered to get the kids Pokemon merchandise (cards, posters; whatever) if they memorized their verses. The kids got really motivated and did a lot of memorization.

But with the Pokemon craze growing, a lot of kids had started playing Pokemon during choir practice, and just generally disturbing the peace. One of the commanders explained to me that the church had decided that Pokemon stuff would have to stay outside the building, for organizational rather than spiritual reasons.

Unfortunate, but understandable. I agreed to stop providing Pokemon stuff to the kids.

But a few weeks back I had a brain storm: Why not order the Pokemon merchandise, and have it shipped directly to the kid who wanted it? The merchandise need never touch the church building. I e-mailed one of the commanders, and this was her reply:

the short answer is no, and here's why. In the past we've had some rather upset parents over the Pokemon issue. It's just an area we would rather stay out of altogether.

She then went on to suggest some other things that I could try, particularly a Christian collectible card game (and because it's Christian, it must be OK). A pleasant exchange overall, but this has me furious.

What she's basically saying is that some parents were upset over Pokemon, and so the leadership decided to just abandon the whole issue. We can't upset parents, after all.

I want to know what these parents are upset about. I can understand them not wanting their kids collecting Pokemon, if those kids are getting obssessive. But that's not cause for complaining to us for selling the stuff.

I'm betting that they believe Pokemon Is Evil. I did some research today, and sure enough there are all sorts of odd opinions in the "Christian" community that purport that Pokemon is occult. No, it doesn't have any occult terminology or imagery, nor do you act out any occult practices, but it's occult, because it's made by a company that bought the company that made D&D. And maybe kids will start thinking that Pokemon are real, and that they can exert power over them. Huh? This is marketed to 12-year-olds, not 2-year-olds.

That whole debate is infuriating enough, but what I think really frustrates me is the reaction of the commanders. They've decided that we won't provide Pokemon, for political reasons instead of spiritual ones. It just makes things easier that way.

Please, tell me who has trouble with this. Let me talk with them. If they don't like Pokemon, that's fine; I won't give it to their kids. I am very spiritually sure that Pokemon is OK, and I can see how much of an incentive it is for these kids. I don't like being told that I can't provide it, especially when...

...OK, the leadership is caving to special-interest groups. That's the problem.

I think I've run out of steam. I'll e-mail the commander later today, once I've calmed down enough to write a kind, rational message.

Mon, 22 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 22, 2001

I've been approved for that speaking engagement at Comdex. This should be cool.

I have a nifty thought about the internet and the nature of fame, which I'm going to have to save for later because I came up with something else to share during the drive to work this morning.

Let's look at Buzz Lightyear of Toy Story. Buzz, and all his paraphenalia, is meant as a parody of all those Saturday morning sci-fi action/adventure kids' shows. He was meant to be a summation of every silly sci-fi cliche.

What has Disney done with Buzz Lightyear? They've made a Saturday morning sci-fi action/adventure kids' show. Animated, no less. This is really no different than deciding to make a real weekday afternoon Wild West puppet show with Woody.

Think about it. If I were an executive at Disney, and someone proposed this to me as a serious idea, I'd say "Y'know, I'd be afraid people will think we didn't get the joke with Toy Story." It makes Disney look like a bunch of brain-dead corporate zombies who want to turn every possibly marketable character into a franchise.

Evidently, they are, and they do.

Sun, 21 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 21, 2001

We got a solid 3.5 inches of snow last night. Pretty, isn't it?

[The view from a window]

We decided to stay home this morning, instead of attending The Falls Church. Which, honestly, has me sort of annoyed. Three inches is a fair amount of snow for this area -- and we're on a gravel road with deep ditches on either side, so we can't take snow too lightly -- but I think we could have made it in. Heck, our Pathfinder has four-wheel drive.

Part of my frustration lies in the Christian Classics class that I'm taking. We're reading the writings of all sorts of amazing people: A.W. Tozer, Martin Luther, St. Augustine, J.B. Philips, and many others. It's been fascinating to see how these people approach faith.

This week, the class was reading a very difficult passage written by Phoebe Palmer, a 19th-century activist. I and my family had read it to each other last week, and were pretty thoroughly confused. It sounded like she was saying that she wanted to feel like she was a Christian, like God had to give her some emotional sign that she was going to heaven.

(And I was frustrated then, because I was having a difficult time with her relatively archaic prose, and before college I read a whole lot of classical literature and would have been able to read this Palmer writing in a snap if I'd only kept up with my reading.)

But I re-read the passage last night, and everything fell into place; I was pretty sure I'd figured out what she really meant. And now...I won't get an opportunity to discuss it in class and find out if I was right, and I won't know what everyone else thought.

But then, when my parents suggested that we stay home, I was secretly relieved. I didn't really want to go to the trouble of going to church. Why? Is it because I've gone to so many churches that didn't feed me, and I've been trained like Pavlov's dogs to not want to go to church?

Now that I'm writing about it, I think that a lot of it has to do with my parents. My Mom hasn't been gung-ho about church attendance for many years, and my Dad was really burned by several churches starting, oh, seven years ago. So I've spent quite a few years listening to them talk about how they're "really not looking forward to church this week."

And I don't mind that aspect of their personalities; I totally understand. That's just how my Mom approaches things, and I completely appreciate my Dad's attitude about it; if I'd been treated similarly, I would have said the same things. It's just that that's been a part of my environment for so long, and though I don't really agree with it, it's become part of me whether I like it or not.

Which, now that I think about it, is a frightening statement. That something as simple as watching two other people react to an aspect of your life can so completely affect your own opinion.

Sat, 20 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 20, 2001

I should have learned by now that it's dangerous to put little ideas in my head.

I stayed up untli the wee hours removing the frames from my website, and adding a navigational bar to the top of all the pages. It gives the site a much more structured feel, though; I feel like I know my way around better now. And, as useful as frames can be, I don't think they're particularly suited as basic site navigational aids, at least in the way I was using them.

I also added a sitemap, which is surprisingly handy.

More later.

Fri, 19 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 19, 2001

Well, Scot Hacker is looking for someone to speak about BeOS at the upcoming Comdex in April, and I volunteered. He replied that I'm currently the #1 candidate, but he's keeping it open in case somebody else volunteers. That would be cool. The panel's on Tuesday morning, so I may be able to fly up there in the morning (or maybe the night before) and come back that afternoon or evening.

The problem is that I and my parents are thinking of leaving for our European vacation that week. We'll try to work out something, though, 'cause Comdex would be cool. Nice to have "spoke at a panel at Comdex at the age of 24" on my resume.

We had our Friday lunch today at work. We ordered Chinese, but were kind of stiffed: we ordered enough for 60 people, and they brought in way too much. Our "enough noodles for 15 people" translated to four heaping trays of the stuff, where 15 people could barely share one tray. And, of course, they charged us for it. Lunch for 60 people cost us USD $800.

However, that meant that there was a huge amount of leftovers. I hauled three trays of rice, General Tso's chicken, and noodles to the trunk of the car (I took Mom's Celica instead of my truck today, so Dad could use the truck to haul some brush). My parents stopped by, then we went over to Gold's Gym and exercised together, which was very nice.

It's amazing how much more pleasant it is to exercise with other people that you know. It doesn't make the exercise any easier, at least for me, and I don't find it more fun than exercising alone. I don't quite know how to describe it; it's like some part of my brain says "Yes, this feels good."

In any event, we all drove home and dove into the Chinese food, and ate about a sixth of it. The rest went into the freezer.

The Wacom Intuos 4x5 graphics tablet that I ordered from McGlen.com came in, so I tried hooking it up. I spent about an hour downloading fiddling with different tablet drivers until I found one that worked.

As frustrating as that was, it was easier than it would have been in Windows; I never had to reboot. At all. After plugging the tablet in (with the computer running), I'd install a driver, restart the input_server, try the tablet, and repeat. In Windows I know I'd have had to reboot every time, though I wouldn't have had to search for drivers in Windows' case. Still, when the worst situation on BeOS is still easy to work with, I'm happy.

In any event, the graphics tablet is pretty cool. You can use it like a mouse -- that's what I've been doing -- or switch it into "pen mode" for applications that support tablets. Just in mouse mode, though, it can be used in drawing applications, and I can get a feel for what it's like to draw with it.

The feel of the tablet is more natural than a mouse, but a little awkward for me. It's still imprecise, though I get the feeling that a little bit of practice will greatly improve my accuracy. I can foresee this becoming a really useful drawing tool (I beleive that Illiad draws User Friendly with a Wacom tablet).

What else. I'm thinking about getting rid of the frames on my website. Fortunately, that shouldn't be too difficult; the main bit of work will be putting a navigation bar at the top and/or bottom of each page (you knkow, "[Home > Library > SF Books]").

Thu, 18 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 18, 2001

At the Discovery series last night at The Falls Church, a local priest explained some of the history of the Episcopalian tradition. One of the explanations fascinated me.

Have you ever wondered why Catholics, during Communion, don't actually pick up the bread that they eat? The priests put the bread into the partaker's mouth. Why? Because the people didn't understand what Communion really was, and would pocket "the body of Christ" and go home and feed it to their cattle, or plant it with their crops, figuring that since the bread was holy, it would make their cows better or their crops grow faster.

That's not what I found interesting; what snagged my attention was the church's response. Instead of educating people about what Communion is really for, the priesthood wouldn't let people touch the bread, instead putting it directly in their mouths.

Sure, it solved the problem. But it eased the symptom of an underlying disease that was still festering, and which would later cause people to clamor for Protestantism.

OK. What else.

I found this on the site hosting fansubs of Kodomo no Omache, and thought I'd copy it and put it up here. Just typical kids at lunch.

[Kodomo no Omache comic strip panel]

Fanboy Entertainment, the company that will be distributing the new Yoshitoshi ABe manga "Essence" in America this spring, has posted an image from that manga (click for a larger, high-res image):

[Essence cover art]

Wed, 17 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 17, 2001 — Martin L. King Jr.'s Birthday

As luck would have it, I have a pretty long update today.

I found a site that hosts RealVideo files of fan-subtitled episodes of the anime comedy series Kodomo no Omache (a.k.a. "Child's Toy"). I was introduced to Kodomo through Kodomo no Evangelion, a pair of spoof videos that put the theme songs for Kodomo to original animation of Neon Genesis Evangelion characters. I then did a bit of searching online and was intrigued by the descriptions I read of Kodomo.

I really like what I've seen so far (namely, the first episode). It is a very high-speed show, both in terms of animation and humor. A lot of the humor is conversational, and the comments can fly by so quickly that you're not done even comprehending one by the time another is completely delivered. It's a lot like the comic stylings of Mystery Science Theater 3000 when those folks were at their best.

The characters are certainly well-presented. Sana, the main character, is a somewhat hyper girl who is also a child TV star. She switches moods with impressive speed, but generally stays positive. Meanwhile, there's her bodyguard Rei, an unflappable man who always wears sunglasses and Sana calls her "pimp." He's a great foil for Sana's general insanity. Meanwhile, you have Sana's mother, who is cool as ice in all situations, and tries to instill in her daughter a sense of decorum and grace (to which I say, "Good luck"). Combine this with Sana's classmate Hayama, who is cold and cruel, but seems to be less than totally evil, and you have a cast of characters who really bounce off each other in interesting ways (much like the cast of, say, Tenchi Muyo!).

There are really only two things I can complain about. For one, the drawing and animation styles are both less than stellar to my eyes. The character designs are occasionally quite pretty, but often somewhat ugly. Related to this, the show often drops its drawing style into a simplified style that really doesn't look very good to me.

Secondly is an issue which deserves some perspective. Anime series tend to leap from scenes of drama to character development to humor to action much more quickly than Western movies or TV shows. This is an aspect of the anime genre that one simply has to get used to.

Unfortunately, Kodomo jumps from comedy to character development to drama to who-knows-where much more quickly than most anime series. I found it to be so rapid that it was almost jarring; I needed at least a few seconds to mentally transition from comedy appreciation to drama appreciation. Kodomo at least continues those scenes long enough for me to appreciate them before leaping again, but I would have preferred at least a little transition time between certain moments in the episode I saw.

But even so, I found Kodomo no Omache to be hilarious and very entertaining in many ways. Though it's certainly not for everyone.

What else. Hey, I found an online comic with good art, and the comic stylings of Bill Watterson (the Calvin and Hobbes guy). It's Sinfest, and while there is some occasional foul language and mature subject matter, it makes a lot of good points and is often quite hilarious.

Heh, life is odd. Saalon and I talked the other night about the viability of mechs (e.g., large, piloted humanoid machines) in real life, whether they'd actually be worthwhile to construct. We concluded that Earth-based business or military applications would probably be relatievly minor, but they'd be very useful on other planets doing construction and the like. Want to build a large colony-type structure? A mech is basically a mobile crane, just to mention one use.

Then, I read a BBC report that the US military is funding research into building exoskeletons for soldiers. They're basically looking like primitive versions of the ExoSuits from ExoSquad; you strap yourself into one of these machines and it enhances your leg movement, how much you can carry, etc. An excellent idea, I think, and it opens the door for more interesting and far-ranging applications, like...mechs.

There's evidently going to be a new anime series called "Lingerie Fighter Papillon Rose" (?!?) that will be streamed on the web like NieA Under 7 was. In this case, though, the series will evidently be exclusive to the web (they're calling it an "Original Net Animation," as opposed to "Original Video Animations"). You can download the trailer as a small or large MPEG file.

Based on the promo, the show looks like Sailor Moon with older protagonists, whom all wear lingerie instead of sailor uniforms. :blink: I seriously hope that this is meant to be a parody.

Let's see, what else. I made a big anime order at Right Stuf today, all VHS tapes that they were selling for cheap. I got AD Police Files #1 (a dark spin-off of the original Bubblegum Crisis), Ayane's High Kick, Mighty Space Miners (never heard of it before, but it looked intriguing), My Dear Marie, and the complete You're Under Arrest OVA (a modern-day comedy about two female traffic cops). All of it's dubbed, except for My Dear Marie which is only available in a subtitled version. Should be interesting.

I also went to the first installment of the "Discovery series" at The Falls Church (Episcopal). The Discovery series is a set of three nights where the staff of TFC explain to potential members about TFC's structure, history, goals, etc. It was very interesting to hear how people looked at The Falls Church, and its place within the Episcopal church.

One of the things that really caught my attention was what a priest said about the Episcopalian view of personal faith and religion. He explained that the Episcopal church won't tell you what to believe, beyond the basics (the basics being: There is a God; He sent His son Jesus Christ to die on the cross for our sins; accepting Christ's death for your sins pays the price for all of your sin and guarantees you a place in heaven; etc.). The church may have opinions on these things, but it won't proscribe those opinions. More importantly, the church tries to actively encourage people to think about their religion. They want people to use their reason to come to their own conclusions. How many religions or churches will say that?

Tue, 16 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 16, 2001

Arrrg. Windows NT locked up hard a moment ago, losing my diary-entry-in-progress. Which, to be fair, has happened to me in every OS I've used, but...I dunno, you'd think such things would be rare after forty years of OS development.

I worked until 11:00 p.m. last night, trying to get a particular date to display itself correctly. Ugh.

I did get a chance to talk to Saalon, where we chatted about Fear. Specifically, we both feel about writing that we don't have the skill to put our ideas on paper accurately, and even if we did, our ideas basically suck. And as Saalon put it, it's a stupid mindset, because you can always go back and fix a badly-written story or script or whatever. But it's the fear that keeps us from writing. Truly, "Fear is the mind-killer."

But on to some news. AIC (the animation company responsible for Tenchi Muyo!, El Hazard, Ah My Goddess, and many others) has announced that Masaki Kajishima (the creator of Tenchi) is now working on a new Tenchi Muyo! direct-to-video series. Pardon me while I leap for joy...there. More information is available in the interview with Masaki Kajishima.

I also note on the new English AIC website, that they're opening an online shop in February. But interestingly, the "coming soon" page is decorated with rough pencil sketches. Might they sell original works from the actual production of AIC shows? ::drool::

Meanwhile, as I cruised around the AIC site, I found a Dual wall scroll (at least, I assume it's a wall scroll; the page is in Japanese) for 1500 yen (about USD $15 right now) which, I must admit, I'd love to buy. Unfortunately, I can't, since I'd have no idea how to order it in Japanese.

I updated my Idiotic User Interfaces page with an error I got using RealPlayer for BeOS. I also expanded my critique of WinAmp.

Mon, 15 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 15, 2001

Windows NT refused to boot this morning at work, its winsys.dll file evidently being corrupted. Now, after re-installing NT, I get to re-install all of my applications. Wonderful.

I downloaded a beautiful anime music video the other day, one that married the Rurouni Kenshin TV show with the Backstreet Boys' "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely." It made the show look a lot more similar to the super-dramatic OVA than I had known the TV show to be.

And now I have to do some actual work.

Fri, 12 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 12, 2001

This morning I stopped by the post office, and collected a few things that had been delivered to my P.O. box there. Besides the usual spam, I got my copy of Neon Genesis Evangelion 0:2 DVD (it's been back-ordered for a month), and my Kimiko long-sleeved shirt from MegaTokyo. The shirt is quite nice; Cafe Press does a good job. Plus, I like having a long-sleeved shirt, since it can be worn both in warmer and colder weather.

Had a very good day at work. We've officially started planning out our user documentation, which is my job. I'm really looking forward to getting started on that. It'll be a tough nut to crack, but I think we can have an elegant system.

We also had tea at 4:00, an excellent tradition that was started when our Friday lunches went to twice a week. The administrative assistant runs out to the store and buys scones, biscuits, cookies, bread, cream, and many different kinds of tea, then everyone makes a cup of tea and munches as desired. It's a wonderful way to spend half an hour.

When I got home, though, the stress of the past week -- and a lack of sleep last night -- caught up with me. I felt like I might benefit from a quick lay-down on my bed, and promptly slept like a rock for two hours, still wearing my coat, no less. But I woke up somewhat refreshed, just in time for my sister and her daughters to leave (they'd come for the day). :-/

Ugh. As I write this, I realize how poorly I'm constructing sentences, and how confusing the narrative is. Forgive me; I'm looking longingly at bed.

But I do want to mention that I watched the first 1.5 episodes of the Evangelion 0:2 DVD, and I'm actually a little more impressed than I expected to be. The show seems to be hitting its stride, and is toning down the HUMOR and obscure plot elements in favor of solid character development and more understandable storytelling. I just hope this keeps up. And I can't wait to meet Asuka.

Oh, and at work, I also tweaked POV's message board system. Saalon and I discussed a major overhaul of that board, which should make it more powerful and easy-to-use. We want to emphasize on making it very easy and natural for people to post to our boards, which is not an immediately obvious problem on today's web. You need to be powerful, too. We think we have some solutions, though.

Thu, 11 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 11, 2001

Today was the deadline for our alpha product at work. I didn't get everything done, but I got all of the crucial functionality implemented. Management has decided to push the schedule back one week, giving us time to implement the bugs that we've found over the past few weeks, so we have some breathing room now.

But as a result, my brain's kinda fried. That, combined with number of hours I'm putting in, means that I don't really have much to talk about.

Actually, I do have one thing: Brennen, Saalon, and I all came up with the idea of making a short animated piece (less than 5 minutes long), as a "first test" of Otherspace Productions. Seeing as our first production is a 120-minute direct-to-video opus, that sounds like a good idea to me. The plan is to find original music on the net, and ask the creators' permission to use it in this way. Suggestions?

Wed, 10 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 10, 2001

Work's going well.

I was determined to get out of the office at noon, even if I didn't eat anything, just to clear my head. I drove over to a nearby mall and sat in the food court, a pad of paper on my knees and a mechanical pencil in my hand, trying to improve my drawing skills. I tried to draw a man who was eating near me, but it didn't look very similar to him, and he ended up looking skinny when he should have looked fat. Ah well. I also practiced drawing a couple of hands, which helped I think.

I had loads of fun with Quicktime for Windows. When I tried loading a new anime music video, it informed me that it needed to download a new codec. I fired up an internet connection on that machine, and was rewarded with an unannounced 5 MB download, commencing about ten minutes before I had to go to work. And of course, once I get home it'll probably be cowerering in a corner of the screen, asking me to push a button to continue with installation. Grrrr.

But meanwhile. I found an amazing video at Toonami: Digital Arsenal: an operetta summary of season 3 of the action/adventure TV show Reboot, sung to "I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major General" from The Pirates of Penzance. Hilariously, brililantly funny.

Tue, 09 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 9, 2001

Tanjit. I must have lost my original entry for today.

Work's been sucking, but it's been my fault. To be brutally honest, I've been procrastinating about working on my parts of the application, and as a result I've managed to stress myself out. I've been feeling under immense pressure, and like I'm very behind, and what's my reaction bee? To surf the 'net.

I got so fed up with myself that I ranted about it to Saalon, who kindly offered his ear, then gave me some excellent advice: (1) Get out of the office for a little while to clear your head, and (2) break your work down into sub-problems; don't look at it like it's Project Wooly Mammoth.

I followed his suggestions, and made great strides before knocking off at 9:30 p.m. to get at least a minimum amount of sleep.

But on to other, more interesting things.

I've been skimming the forums at MegaTokyo, and have found a whole bunch of really neat people who love to talk anime and (more importantly for me) how to draw. I've begun to post some messages there, and just generally make myself part of that community.

And since I've been trying to practice my drawing lately, I bought myself a Wacom Intuos 4x5 drawing tablet off the internet. A drawing tablet is a tablet thingy (plus a pen) that lets you draw digitally. E.g., every stroke of the pen is drawn on the computer screen, so I can draw a sketch directly into the computer, without having to first draw it on paper, then scan it in to upload it. And since I don't really need paper sketches for any particular reason (if I need to assemble a portfolio, I'll print the computer files), this works.

On a completely different note, I got something very interesting in the mail today that I wanted to share. It's a CD-ROM that lets you assemble photos into a photobook, complete with titles and captions, then lets you upload the file to a website. At that point, your book will be professionally printed as a hardcover "coffee table" book and mailed to your door, all for USD $25. Not bad.

Mon, 08 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 8, 2001

Last night, I finished my second anime music video, "One-on-One." You can get it at my Anime Music Videos page.

Then my body refused to go to sleep, and so I read about 50 pages of Cold Mountain, which is turning into a pretty good book. Ironically, I'm beginning to like the female protagonist more (now that she's not stumbling blindly towards certain starvation), and the male protagonist a lot less (now that it's becoming clear how much he hates the universe in general).

Work is slow and somewhat painful, but acceptable.

And I've mentioned this before, but MegaTokyo is really, really impressive. Last week's strips just plain hurt like the dickens, and I like that.

heh, I found out I've been neglecting two things recently: One, I haven't received any of the e-mail sent to my regular e-mail address since the transfer of other-space.com to WebMages, and Two, I never posted a bunch of NieA_7 screenshots sent to me for UFO Dreams. I resolved both of those problems tonight.

But alas, I didn't work at all on the fantasy novel I'm working on, nor did I practice my drawing. Ah well; I was kinda tuckered out anyway.

Fri, 05 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 5, 2001

Yeeeha! other-space.com is now finally hosted on WebMages.

Based on my experiences with rendering my Iria anime music video last night (every attempt to render the final video came out screwy), I'm thinking about upgrading my computer. I could replace the motherboard and CPUs with dual P3 800s, and add a 9 GB SCSI hard drive and controller, for about $1,200. I could afford it, too. :-)

I shouldn't have spoken quite so soon, though; when I got home from work, I realized I had a bunch of extra video taking up space on my main hard drive. After deleting those and re-rendering, the rendered movie came out just fine. Now I need to "debug" the bits of the video that can be improved.

I got my Christmas presents from Saalon today; Princess Mononoke on DVD and a model of Vash the Stampede from Trigun. I've been looking for these! Thanks, Saal. You're the best.

(As discussed earlier, I traded in Mononoke since I already have a copy, for the second Bubblegum Crisis 2040 DVD. Eeeexcellent.)

As I walked around the mall after returning the Mononoke DVD, I glanced at a display in Chesapeake Knife and Tool and saw, to my amazement, an authentic replica of the Pilgrim's Cross from the Wing Commander movie, on sale for USD $23. I couldn't resist; I bought one. It's awfully cool, though I don't think I'm going to wear it around my neck. The blade is removable, but unfortunately it doesn't extend and retract.

Ooooh, and UMJAMS reports that Yoshitoshi ABe (serial experiments: lain, NieA_7) is going to release a 48-page manga in America this May, telling the tale of two twin girls living in a post-apocalyptic world. Man, do I want a copy of that. I also note that AB's updated his homepage recently with new CG works.

And...uh...anime South Park (you'll have to dig to find it). What's really odd is that they look fantastic.

And while we're on the subject of cool anime art, I want this to be the cover of a fantasy book I write, if I ever do. It's part of this website.

Thu, 04 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 4, 2001

Been having a lot of fun downloading anime music videos lately. I've created this site, All Anime Music Videos, which is a directory of anime music videos (duh). There doesn't seem to be any one-stop list of them. I also incldue my own personal reviews and descriptions of the videos that I've downloaded.

Interestingly, I've been finding that there are very few bad anime music videos. Most of them are simply mediocre, while quite a few are excellent.

And, perhaps not surprisingly, I've been creating some music videos of my own (check it out). I've already done one, a Gundam Wing action video, and spent some time tonight on an Iria: Zeiram the Animation video. It's surprisingly easy with BeOS and personalStudio.

It's also rather frustrating, since it's difficult to time them just right, and my PC has trouble rendering the video. I have a dual P2/450 machine with 256 MB of RAM, but that's just not cutting it for complicated videos, it seems.

Wed, 03 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 3, 2001

Well. After a long struggle to move my domain name from Frontline.net to WebMages, and Network Solutions verifying (by e-mail) that the changes were made, it looks like other-space.com no longer resolves to anything. Great. I get to spend another half an hour waiting on hold with Network Solutions. At least their representatives are pleasant and helpful.

I and my parents spent some time last night going over plans for our trip to England in two years. We'll have visited much of the southern half of England, so we want to focus on the northwest. We have some ideas now regarding where to stay: Felbrigg Hall (immortalized in Cobwebs and Cream Teas), Acorn Bank, and somewhere else between them, maybe in York or Lincoln, or maybe Fountain's Abbey.

MegaTokyo is starting a really interesting storyline. Largo and Piro are lost in Tokyo, and Piro just did something quite unexpected. Houston, we have a drama! Man, this makes me want to make a comic strip of my own. Not that I have anywhere near the time for it.

Today as I entered work, our secretary asked if I'd be interested in going to a rock concert on the 20th, in which her son is playing. It looks like it has very hard-core rock, which isn't my thing, but I'm sort of tempted to try it out. I've never done this sort of thing before, and it would be an experience. I can always leave if I don't like it.

At lunch, I needed to get out of the office, so I went to the bookstore and bought -- pretty much on a whim -- a book of quotes, and a book on comedy writing. I also browsed through the store's books on cartooning. None of them apealed, but they were certainly inspiring. Cartooning is fun.

I worked a bit on my fantasy book when I got home, then video-captured some footage for my next anime music video. Once 10:30 rolled around, I didn't want to go to bed, so I started assembling the video. I really got into it, though, and had most of it done by the time my Mom stumbled in at 1:30 a.m. to ask if I'd ever eaten anything for dinner (I hadn't). All I had left to do was find a static clip for early on in the video, and complete the climactic 15 seconds (which will consist of 1-second shots of Iria and Zeiram fighting each other, in the same order they fight in the actual series), so I decided to wait until the next night, when I'd be fresh.

Tue, 02 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 2, 2001

Last night, I watched the rest of Key: The Metal Idol.

I won't try to say whether it's better or worse than other anime series, even in my opinion; it's useless data. I will say that I've reached forward, grabbed this series, and hugged it close. This is a treasure.

The plot is incredibly tight, as tight as any plotting I've seen. Not only is everything explained -- down to every memory, metaphor, and element of the backstory -- there are still multiple possible interpretations of events (the explanations given may not be totally correct). And it is an extremly complicated story; as much as I thought I understood, there were forty years of backstory that I never saw coming.

And...blood and bloody ashes, this series hurts. And not in the "how can we hurt you most," Evangelion sense. Every emotional high or low point is an integeral part of the story of Key. Nothing is ever wasted.

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the music. While the score is forgettable and Miho's rock songs are as ho-hum as those in most anime series, there are four songs in Key that are absolutely gorgeous. Two of these are the opening and ending credit songs, surprisingly. Worth tracking down and owning as mp3's (the English versions were never released on CD or such).

Do I think Key: The Metal Idol is perfect? No. It's a darker series than I personally like, and several of the character designs are poor IMO. Other than that, though...wow. After the final 90-minute episode, I spent two hours just pacing the floor of the den, hashing out the experience I'd just had. My mind couldn't quite grok it, and I still can't grok it all.

Anyway. Other things.

After a group lunch at the local mall, I ran over to Suncoast to see what they had in-stock. I had a good discussion with an anime fan (one of the "action" genus of otaku), where I recommended a few things, then I proceeded to buy a whole bunch of anime, namely Cowboy Bebop volume 6, a Tenchi Universe DVD, and a Tenchi in Tokyo DVD.

I like shopping at this particular Suncoast because everyone working there is a big anime fan. Some of them lay more on the Dragonball Z side than the serial experiments: lain side, but I can always rely on them for a good review.

And as a result, I don't buy anime online much at all anymore. I prefer to pay much higher prices to get my anime immediately, with the knowledge that I can get a recommendation from the staff. That's a powerful thing. Suncoast is making a significant amount of dough off of me, pretty much exclusively because of these particular employees.

So I guess the moral of the story is: How important are you to your customers?

Mon, 01 Jan 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 1, 2001 — New Year's Day

I and my parents went to an engagement party for some friends of ours today (I know her through her brother, and he got me my present job at Intersect). It was good, except that I don't usually do very well at parties. My natural shyness gets the better of me, and I can never think of anything interesting to say or ask. My slight speech impediment doesn't help, either. So, it was sort of lonely.

It wasn't helped by the fact that one of my teenage buddies was there, and even though we hadn't seen each other in years, he barely said "Hi" to me. He wasn't really rude; he just was obviously interested in doing his own things, meeting other people. This is only the latest manifestation of something that's been going on since college, though, so I wasn't particularly hurt by it.

Tue, 27 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 27, 2001

Added a new pic to Treetop, my art gallery. Nothing amazing; just a head shot of a female character.

Been thinking about what to put together for an anime short, as Otherspace Productions' first official work. Saalon, I need to talk to you about montage. I want to do a montage about importance of existence (I'll explain that later), and I need some basic terminology and grasp of montage to know what to do.

I'm also assembling a final version of "Deathdance," my Gundam Wing music video, to submit to Otakon's anime music video contest. Should be fun to see it there. The con will also provide a copy of all the music videos at the con if you send a blank tape along with your music video, so I'm definitely going to get that.

As I set up "Deathdance," I'm musing ideas for my next anime music video. I'm thinking of setting Respighi's "Pines of Rome" to Mighty Space Miners, but I need to listen to the music more first.

What else. Oh, work continues to be busy, though not terribly so.

Oh, now I remember. I wanted to show y'all this. This is from a book that came out in 1994. Remember that, a mere seven years ago, the following statements were completely accurate:


Mon, 26 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 26, 2001

Sheesh, it's amazing how busy one can be when a friend's over.

We watched Mighty Space Miners Sunday night, only to find out that they only made the first two out of three episodes. So we reached the climax of the plot, only to be left hanging. Arrrrg.

Still, Mighty Space Miners is an excellent little series, dealing with very realistic relatively-near-future asteroid mining. Very enjoyable, despite the suckiness of the title.

This morning, Saalon went in for an interview at Intersect, as a software tester. He didn't have an opportunity to talk to Ravi (the executive who usually gives the "big picture" to prospective hires), but he believes he carried himself well at the interview. I drove him back to the airport, where he caught a flight home. Now to wait to see if he gets a call back.

Speaking of Intersect, FYI work is very heavy for me at the moment. I'm consistently pulling 12-hour days, though that's usually with an hour or two's worth of meals and breaks. We're behind, but we're all behind due to waiting for server pieces to be ready, so we're all in good spirits. But you probably won't see me on ICQ/IRC much for a few days at least.

In other news, NieA Under 7, one of my favorite anime series, has reportedly been optioned by Pioneer Animation for a U.S. release. NieA is a beautiful short TV series that's rather hard for me to describe. I experienced it first thanks to some RealVideo streams off of the official website, which I must say is a fascinating way of advertising one's series.

I also stumbled across an official website for the Toonami-edited release of Tenchi Muyo!, and it's not part of Toonami itself. A very nicely-made site, really.

Sat, 24 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 24, 2001

Saalon's down for the weekend, and we're having a great time. After I showed him around Intersect, we watched a bit of anime: Photon, Rurouni Kenshin TV (the whole DVD, actually), Princess Mononoke, and Tenchi Muyo! TV (between watching anime music videos and my video footage from Katsucon).

[Princess Mononoke cover art]

Princess Mononoke is breathtaking. It has a complex plot that really defies easy analysis -- there's definitely a lot of action scenes, but there's also a lot of drama, but the character interactions are complex, while there's a deep romantic element...I could go on. It reminds me a bit of Watership Down, in terms of being very hard to nail down to a single theme or style.

Either way, I loved Mononoke (my first Miyazaki film). Absolutely loved it. I'm looking forward to watching Castle of Cagliostro (another Miyazaki) as soon as I can.

Fri, 23 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 23, 2001

Eeek! Haven't updated in awhile.

I finished my Katsucon report, by posting a bunch of pictures from the con. I'm very pleased.

Saalon's coming down for the weekend, in preparation for a job interview at Intersect! Isn't that cool? If he gets the job, he and Erin will be moving down here.

While he's down here, we may work on an anime music video. More info on that coming later.

Meanwhile, I asked my boss at work if I could move away from coding, and onto documentation as much as possible. It's not that I hate coding; it's just not much fun in this particular environment. And I want to beef up my writing experience.

That's about it. Weather's been screwy with a sudden, big snowstorm last night, but it's mostly melted away now. Nothing major except for a 100-car pileup on Route 1. Yes, a 100-car pileup. Ouch.

Wed, 21 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 21, 2001

Bought three new anime DVD's today: The Castle of Cagliostro (a Hayao Miyazaki film), Digimon: The Movie (now that should be interesting to review), and the fifth Cowboy Bebop DVD (which includes "Boogie Woogie Feng Shui," an episode I've been itching to re-watch lately).

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And I decided that I'm going to stop buying anime for the next thirty days. That means that I won't buy any more anime DVD's or VHS tapes until March 23rd. I've already got at least ten tapes or discs that I own but haven't completed (or even watched, in some cases). Why should I spend more money when I have so much to see?

Meanwhile, work continues to be heavy. I'm pulling twelve-hour days pretty regularly now. Fortunately, I'm keeping a good attitude about it. The product itself is keeping me going.

And it's not like I'm in love with our product, either. I think it's great, but that's about it. But the product is managed so well, and designed so well, and coming together so well (despite glitches), that I don't mind putting in extra time on it.

What else. BeOS now has DVD support. Windows XP is behind schedule, which could be a major problem if Microsoft can't get it to retailers in time for Christmas. Which means MS will probably rush XP to market despite major bugs. Great.

Tue, 20 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 20, 2001

Ugh. I didn't get to sleep until 3:00 a.m. this morning, but fortunately I feel pretty good anyway. Such is life. I was able to use the time to post those things I mentioned in yesterday's diary entry. I also posted a piece of artwork to MegaTokyo's Art and Drawing Forum, mostly just because anyone who critiques there is supposed to post their own artwork at least once.

I've been talking with Saalon about Wine to Those in Anguish. We've identified some pretty significant problems with it, and I've decided to re-write most of the scripts. The story lacked internal conflict, and I think I've come up with some intriguing ways to fix that.

And y'know what's funny? After spending over $300 at Katsucon, I didn't buy any actual anime.

Mon, 19 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 19, 2001

A new server is now up and running at WebMages (which hosts this site), which explains why these pages may have been unavailable over the past few days. Everything seems back to normal now.

I'm back from Katsucon. I've posted a complete set of diary entries on this new site.

I've set up a little gallery site called Treetop, where I've begun posting my artwork. I have three little drawing so far, mostly cartoons. Nothing really pretty yet.

This is cool: Geocaching. People hide waterproof caches of miscellaneous stuff on public property, then publish the GPS coordinates on this website. Once you can find the cache, you can take something but must replace it with other stuff.

Fri, 16 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 16, 2001

Had a very good day at work. I'm actually not as far ahead as I'd like to be, but after a status report one of the higher-ups took the time to say how impressed he is at my status. It's amazing how much that encouraged me to work.

I then went to Katsucon. However, rather than describing that adventure here, I'll point you to my diary of Katsucon 2001.

Thu, 15 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 15, 2001

WebMages is moving over to a new server, so this site may be periodically unavailable over the next day or two. I must say that it's been a very pleasant transition thus far.

I've been gearing up for Katsucon this weekend. I may not update this site much over the weekend as a result of spending a lot of time there.

It looks like the family vacation to England will have to be cut short, since Intersect doesn't want to authorize a four-week vacation in the middle of releasing our product. Ah well. There's a whole story there, but I really don't have the energy to relay it right now.

Went to Friendly's for lunch today. While the food was great (Chicken Pot Pies are one of the great culinary inventions of all time), they were having one of those Management Days, where local bigwigs were introducing themselves, and new employees were being trained, and there was a lot of hustle and bustle as people tried to look as important as possible.

This wouldn't annoy me, except that it was going on in the middle of the restaurant. They were conducting all this business right out where other people could see and overhear. And it's not that these meetings and greetings and explanations were loud; it was just very unprofessional of them to conduct all of this infrastructure business out where all of their customers could see and hear them. It would be like installing software on a new programmer's PC as you have a meeting with a client.

Watched another episode of My Dear Marie last night, which is quite the enjoyable little romantic comedy. The series has a keen sense of how to tell a story; each episode has interspersed enough plot and comedy with little tidbits of sweetness to keep me thoroughly entertained. And the character designs are just lovely.

Tue, 13 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 13, 2001

It's link day!

Y'know, we've all had our bad days. Especially in college, we've all had assignments that truly sucked, and that we had a really tough time completing. Even so, it would have to be pretty bad to submit this sort of report.

Meanwhile, I came across this incredible report on how much the media really, really sucks. There's some really eye-opening information there on how reporters view the world (from their own lips, even).

I put together a little site called AB Watch, which links to websites that feature Yoshitoshi ABe's artwork. I figure, I love his work so much, I might as well keep track of it.

I also added some links to my Comics/Art website.

Mon, 12 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 12, 2001

After a rather slow day at work, and a bad day at the gym (the running machine insisted that my heart was beating 190 beats per minute, which is insanely high, so to be safe I just jogged), I tried my hand at super-deformed drawing. Both of the drawings that I attempted turned out quite badly, even by my standards. One was so bad I scratched pencil marks over it, a gut reaction that I regretted almost instantly.

I then read some more of Cold Mountain, a Civil War-era novel that my parents have been insisting that I read. Problem is, I dislike both of the protagonists, whom have extremely bleak perspectives on life. My parents have argued that this is appropriate for the characters, and while I agree, that doesn't make the book any more enjoyable.

However, despite my opinions of the book, I've been sucked into it. I spent several hours reading it tonight, which I have not done to a fiction novel in years. I've been out of the habit of reading fiction ever since college, and my hope is that Cold Mountain is helping to pull me back into the fold of Lifelong Readers, to which my membership has lapsed.

Sat, 10 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 10, 2001

Well, it's been a very productive day. I went to work in the morning, where I set up Lady (one of my computers) next to my regular work machine. Why? Eh, just for the heck of it, and I want to see if I can get it on the network.

On that machine, I found some code I had written to make a Wolfenstein 3D-like engine in BeOS. Saalon and I chatted (via ICQ) about how to an engine like that could be used for administrative uses, but couldn't come up with anything beyond that DOOM-like process controller that was written for Linux.

I added a new page to the library today, namely, a listing of all the SF books I own. I've had trouble keeping track of which books I own and which I don't, so having a "master list" will be useful. I'm also thinking of breaking Chapterhouse down into individual reviews, and then linking to each one separately, so I can have all of my book reviews in a logical structure (including ones from the recently-read books page).

Though now that I think about it, I may want to put all of my books into a database, and set up some sort of Perl/PHP thing to keep track of them all. That way, I can have listings of SF books, fantasy books, non-fiction books, etc. without having to manually update everything. Hmmmm.

I also re-encoded my Gundam Wing anime music video, "Deathdance", and re-posted it to my Anime Music Video site. I think it'll play in Windows now.

I also did a bit of work outside, just generally cleaning up my garden. More about that on my garden site.

Fri, 09 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 9, 2001

I realized the other day that I could put up a couple of wallscrolls at work. For those not familiar with them, wallscrolls are "posters" made of cloth, that are usually used for anime promotions. I have no wall space in my bedroom to hang any, but I could put up one or two, tastefully, at work (no hentai wallscrolls, obviously, even if I watched hentai).

So, I've been thinking about either this serial experiments lain wallscroll from Anime Castle, or this Cowboy Bebop wallscroll from AnimeNation. Heck, maybe both.

Thu, 08 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 8, 2001

Yes! Project A-Ko OAV's 2, 3, and 4 are coming out on DVD! They'll all be published on one disc. This is, AFAIK, the first time that these OAV's have ever been published in the U.S., and finally brings us the entire A-Ko franchise (up until now, only the original film and the final one, Project A-Ko vs., Battle Blue and Battle Grey have been dubbed and released over here).

I was considering not posting this here because it's news of pretty limited appeal, but...heck, I don't get that many readers, and most of them have watched Project A-Ko. Besides, this is news that interests me, and if I can't post that here, what can I post?

I got my big VHS order from Right Stuf anime today. Watched some of it, and I like it all thus far. Ayane's High Kick is traditional anime, which is not a complaint. My Dear Marie is a wonderful little romance with the twin advantages of knowing when to chuck realism where appropriate, and gorgeous character designs by Kosuke Fujishima of Oh My Goddess fame. And Mighty Space Miners is an incredible find -- a real hard SF action/adventure flick, for which I can't really think of a similar American film.

Meanwhile, congrats to Saalon for finishing his final episode of the online fanfic show seaQuest: 2047. And it's a fantastic script, I must add. I'd post an URL, but the episode's not up yet.

I've also started working on an idea for a short animated film. It would be the first production that Otherspace Productions does, and I'm thinking about hiring Fred Gallagher of MegaTokyo to do the character designs. We'll see; I want to talk it over with Saalon and Brennen first (they haven't been online yet tonight; I'd call it some sort of record, except that I know Saalon's at work, and Brennen's probably in class or studying or doing something productive. Right, Bren?).

Wed, 07 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 7, 2001

And, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass.
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), "Moon"

It's well-written. It's well-drawn. It's another cool online comic strip: Ozy and Millie, a childhood-oriented strip that Brennen turned me on to. Cool.

The Apple IIe computer arrived today. Unfortunately, it came without any software, which makes it rather difficult to use. So, I grabbed some system disks via a fortuitously nearly-ended eBay auction, and will be ordering some games from these folks shortly. The thing evidently has BASIC in the ROM, which should be fun itself. If I can find some 5.25" disks to use as storage.

Had a good run at Gold's Gym after work. I ran at a sustained 7.5 miles per hour (an 8-minute mile) for most of the time, but was able to push myself up to 11 mph for about a minute and a half near the very end. My goal is to eventually run a 5-minute mile, which is evidently world-class running. We'll see what happens; physically, there's no reason that I can see why I can't.

I also ordered a copy of Fluxx, the card game I described in yesterday's diary entry. Should be fun to play with my parents.

Tue, 06 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 6, 2001

Got home from work at 10:15 tonight, but that was mainly because I spent about an hour playing card games with some friends at work. They were both...interesting.

The first is called "Lunch Money," and it simulates 8-year-old girls fighting tooth-and-nail on the playground. You have cards like "Kick," "Poke in the Eye," "Combo Attack," "Block," "Dodge," etc., all accompanied by bizarre, artsy images of little girls. It's played like a fairly traditional card game, and each player has fifteen health points, which are decreased as the various attacks connect. Most of the fun lies in the verbal attack descriptions and insults.

We also played "Fluxx," a game in which the rules change as you play. In fact, some of the cards themselves change the rules (ITO limits on the cards in each player's hand, how many cards you draw per hand, etc.), or the win conditions, or other things. The game doesn't devolve into total chaos, mainly because all of the cards are laying out on the table (so you can see all the rules that apply at any given time), and you can only have one particular type of rule card in play (as a new card of that type is played, the old one is discarded). It's insane, and relies a lot on the luck of the draw, but there's still some strategy there. A lot of fun, really.

Lessee. I also bought some wooden lattice at a nearby Home Depot, in preparation for a particular gardening thing I'm gonna do. I've updated my garden page with more on that.

Mon, 05 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 5, 2001

Stand here by my side and turn, I pray,
  On the lake below thy gentle eyes;
The clouds hang over it, heavy and gray,
  And dark and silent the water lies;
And out of that frozen mist the snow
In wavering flakes begins to flow;
      Flake after flake
They sink in the dark and silent lake.

See how in a living swarm they come
  From the chambers beyond that misty veil;
Some hover awhile in air, and some
  Rush prone from the sky like summer hail.
All, dropping swiftly or settling slow,
Meet and are still in the depths below.
-- William Cullen Bryant (1794-1878), "The Snow-Shower"

I had good success with some work on Mozart last night. The program will now open and save projects, and the musical notes are drawn (crudely, but definitely drawn) on the Sheet Music window. So that feels good.

I've been trying to be more productive at work. I've been goofing off here and there, and I don't want to be. So, I re-committed myself to trying to be as productive as possible while I'm at work.

Unfortunately, that's been a rather difficult goal at the moment, since we on the client team are waiting on the server team to finish up modifications to their side of things. OTOH, I'm hoping that by being extra committed now, it'll be easier to be committed later.

So. What did I do today? After helping my Mom write query letters for the articles and mystery book she's written, I watched the first two episodes of the Rurouni Kenshin TV series. I liked the show a lot, though it's rather hard for me to write a concise review right now. It's a lot like Buffy or Tenchi Muyo!: good comedy, good drama, and good characters, with occasional flashes of brilliance. I'm looking forward to more from this show.

Oh, and a happy 19th birthday to Dave from Neobaka.

Sun, 04 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, February 4, 2001

OK, so last Monday at work, we had this big meeting at 9:30 a.m. I like to be ready for meetings well in advance, so I walked into the conference room 15 minutes early. Being the only person in there, I got bored quickly.

I slid around to the whiteboard, wiped off whatever was there, and drew a cartoon on the board, mainly for practice. This cartoon has sadly been lost to posterity, but I'll explain it here: two guys are talking. In the first panel, the first guy says, "...yeah, we really think we'll revolutionize the engineering market," and the second guy replies "Wow, that sounds really good." In the second panel, the second guy asks, "So, when do you plan to be ready?" and the first guy replies, "April." The third and final panel shows the second guy laughing his head off, and the first guy just looking peeved.

A few folks wandered in as I finished, and chuckled at what I'd done. We had our meeting, left, and I thought that that would be the end of it.

At about 2:00 that day, my boss Tina sent me an e-mail titled "Stop by my desk when you have a chance." I swallowed hard, then walked over. She ushered me over to the empty part of the office, as dire thoughts ran through my head.

"Did you draw that cartoon?" she asked. Oh, great. I said, "Yes," and she explained that the managers had held a meeting and discussed it. Oh, great.

She went on to allay my fears: nobody minded the cartoon itself; they were worried that the engineers may be thinking that our April deadline is ridiculous. I assured her that that is not the case; what I drew was just the first joke that came to mind. She was relieved, and that was all she wanted to talk about.

That wasn't the end of the story, though. A little while later, I decided to take a walk, and as I was walking through the office to leave, I strode by the conference room where I'd drawn the cartoon. An evil thought entered my mind, and I slipped into the room unnoticed. I quickly changed the last panel, so that both guys had perfectly neutral expressions, and the second guy said, "Yes, that seems perfectly reasonable." I hoped at least one of the managers who had discussed the cartoon would see the changed one.

I went for my walk, and returned to my desk. Tina stopped by a little later, smirked, and said, "Now it's even funnier." Turns out that all of the managers had happened to have a meeting in that very conference room after I'd changed the cartoon. When Tina entered, everyone was pointing out the change in the cartoon.

So, it all worked out. I'll keep drawing cartoons here and there, without fear of reprisal from management. And, evidently, they think I'm funny. :-)

Sat, 03 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 3, 2001

Well, I just had the loveliest brunch I've had in years.

Through various and sundry contacts, I signed up to be part of a book reading club that meets on Saturday mornings. They just started, and they're going through Charles Haddon Spurgeon's All of Grace, which is a wonderful salvation tract. Today was their second meeting, but the first one that I've attended.

We met at The Tea Cozy, a charming little British-style tea shop in Old Town Alexandria. Nobody showed up except for me and Suzie, one of the co-creators of the group, but we chatted happily for two hours anyway, munching on delicious scones (with real Devon cream, no less), sipping tea, and shooting the breeze about politics, college life, our spiritual beliefs, and all sorts of little things.

This was particularly delightful for me as a result of some personal issues I've been dealing with lately, having to do with my inability to form really deep connections with people at work. I've been wanting to get to know people, but I've had real problems with starting and maintaining conversations with them. Today, I discovered that I actually can keep up a conversation like this, so at least that's not the fundamental problem there.

After brunch, I fought traffic all the way back to the post office, where I mailed a Be T-shirt to Eugenia Loli (who helped me out a lot with Mozart) and Saalon (who can use a few now that he's doing the About.com BeOS site). I also bought a bag of bird food and five cakes of suet for my side garden. I'm definitely a birder at heart.

Fri, 02 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 2, 2001

Updated Idiotic User Interfaces with a critique of Microsoft Office Online Help. Which doesn't suck, IMO, but has several really odd "features."

I also split up the kitchen. Links to my favorite online comics are now on their own page, along with a new list of art sites that I've found and like. I've also created a separate page for the websites I've created, and updated that list with a few sitse I hadn't mentioned.

And boy, now I realize how much I need to re-organize the library, which has devoled into a junkyard of pages and links. Ugh.

I took this interesting little self-test that assesses one's spiritual gifts the other day. I scored most highly in Administration, Giving, Faith, and Leadership, while I scored lowest in Evangelism, Hospitality, Knowledge, and Shepherding. Odd about that low Knowledge score (traits are "inquisitive, responsive, observant, insightful, reflective, studious, and truthful," all of which characterize me rather well, I think), and I don't consider myself to have a whole lot of faith. Then again, this is just a paper test; nobody's suggesting that it's perfectly accurate.

Thu, 01 Feb 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 1, 2001

It's 4:00 in the morning. I just spent several hours trying (unsuccessfully) to get a networked game of Quake2 going with Brennen. If Saalon had been online, we would have played off of his DSL connection, but he hopped offline just before we tried to play.

I then spent several more hours working intermittently on Mozart and Solar Conquest. And hey, I have a screenshot:

[Solar Conquest screenshot]

Time passes....

OK, it's now very late in the day, so now I can safely describe the events of the day.

I went to see Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon tonight, with the company. I was surprised to discover that it's not really an action movie; it's more of a romance (two romances, in fact) with characters who happen to be action heroes. Which is not to trivialize the action sequences; they were fantastic. Smooth, fast, deadly.

Unfortunately, only one other person came with me to the theater. I've been trying to organize regular movie nights for the company, but very few people have shown up whenever I've tried to do so. I'll keep plugging away at it (one person mentioned that a lot of people had probably already seen CT,HG, which has been out for awhile).

Sat, 31 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 31, 2001

As I was passing by a library on Thursday, I stopped in and got an audiobook of Sun Tzu's The Art of War, one of the all-time great treatises on warfare. It turns out to be a translation with a lot of commentary and a very long introduction (the introduction has chapters). I'm about halfway through it now, and I'm enjoying it greatly. I've already read the book twice, but it's worth reviewing every so often.

The sleepover last night went well. Pursuant to The Art of War, I wore my black trenchcoat -- unbuttoned, so it flared open impressively -- all during Nerf Wars. It seriously intimidated everyone I ran into on the other team, and keeping our team together created a serious fighting force, compared to the other kids who just ran around in random pockets of one or two boys.

I then had a lovely pot of tea (China Oolong) with Suzie at The Tea Cozy in Alexandria. We were the only ones there, and we chatted about chapters 11 through 13 of Spurgeon's All of Grace (as well as all those little things that one gets sidetracked into discussing with a new friend, such as musical tastes and how we treat books). One of my favorite quotes from All of Grace: "How can we obtain an increase of faith?...We waste time in discussing methods when the action is simple. The shortest way to believe is to believe." Deep words.

When I got home, I made some brownies (and drizzled some caramel over the top, but it all pooled in the center of the brownie cake...heck, it tastes good), then spent much of the afternoon chatting with Mom and some online friends.

Fri, 30 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 30, 2001

I'm going to be very busy over the coming week or so, so bear with me. Here's my itinerary:

I didn't realize that COMDEX was so soon. This is a common problem with me, though. Last night I got fed up with it, and set up a new calendar system at home: I pulled my current wall calendar apart and posted two months' worth of pages at once. Every month I'll re-shuffle the pages so that I can always see two months' worth of engagements at once. I may add a third page, actually.

So, what else is going on. Anime news: Nadia and the Secret of the Blue Water (a classic Gainax TV series about a 14-year-old girl and boy, set in a vaguely 20,000 Leagues under the Sea-ish world) is coming to DVD in June, as is the sweet romantic comedy series Ah! My Goddess/Oh My Goddess!. Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure (a semi-spoof of the angsty mech epic Neon Genesis Evangelion) continues to see delays, with the fourth and final DVD not scheduled until April 10th.

Points of View, the media review site that I intermittently post reviews on, has moved to its own domain: http://www.points-of-view.net/. I'm still getting the kinks worked out, but it's exciting to see. I'll have to post a few reviews there.

Wed, 28 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 28, 2001

Your quote for the day: "Video games do *not* effect kids. Take Pac-Man for example, if that were true all we would do is run arround munching pills and listening to repetive musi...wait!"

I see that Neko Neko Wai has been officially set up. The whole phenomenon is hard to explain...I proudly display a NNW sticker on my truck's rear bumper, despite nobody really knowing what NNW is supposed to be. But that's what phenomena are like, I guess.

I see that UMJAMS Anime News has moved to a new URL. Their old page simply returned a "You do not have permission" error, and only by checking AnimeNation's news page and clicking on thier UMJAMS link did I find the new page. Rather annoying of UMJAMS to do without letting anyone know. Ah well.

There's now an online trailer for the upcoming anime film "Metropolis," based on Osamu "Father of Anime" Tezuka's manga, which was in turn based on Fritz Lang's 1922 science fiction film. Looks quite interesting, in a very very retro way.

These past few days have been quite slow, Big Events wise, other than Pastor Jackson's passing. I'll be going to his funeral this afternoon.

Oh, but I just found this article, in which a student decided to find out just how much modern universities value free speech. Fascinating.

Tue, 27 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 27, 2001

Woah. I see that Toonami has got a new Reactor area, which will eventually contain a persistent online world centered around Toonami content. They're kicking it off by streaming episodes of Dragonball Z and Star Blazers.

That's right, Toonami's going to show Star Blazers, a.k.a. Space Battleship Yamato. Streaming. Free to watch. Cooooool.

What's even more amazing is the feedback form. Particularly, they ask "What classic action shows would you like to see on Toonami Reactor?" Among the choices are Trigun, Cowboy Bebop, and Neon Genesis Evangelion. CN may be seriously considering showing Eva. Wow.

AIC English has just posted the third part of their interview with Masaki Kajishima, about the new Tenchi Muyo! series he's working on.

Mon, 26 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 26, 2001

Spent a lot of time with Saalon and Brennen last night, discussing the new character designs for Wine. They liked designs that I didn't, and the ones that I liked, they didn't like. And while it is my project and ultimately my choice, I've asked for more designs to look over before deciding.

Wine is progressing nicely, though. The character designs are getting very close to what I want, and they look gorgeous.

What else. I hear there's going to be a new Babylon 5 movie, which will serve as the pilot for a possible new B5-based series. This world could use more B5.

As part of a new initiative at McLean Bible Church, their AWANA club has started carrying a collectible card game called Redemption. It's based on Christian themes, with the advantage of being quite well-designed. I'm learning the basic rules of the game (which are similar to those of Magic: The Gathering), hoping to play the game a bit with some of the AWANA clubbers.

Fri, 23 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 23, 2001

I'm getting seriously addicted to playing Quake 2, now that I've found the glory of bots (bots with skins, too). Right now I'm playing with CRbots that look like Battle Angel Alita, a battle droid from The Phantom Menace, a Valkyrie transformable fighter from Macross/Robotech, Priss from Bubblegum Crisis (original) in her hardsuit, and Soundwave (the Decepticon Transformer). Man, is this fun.

Meanwhile, last night I got the idea in my head to write a deathmatch-style game, using an overhead perspective. Would look very simple, but I think I have some interesting ideas on how to spice up deathmatch play, like a destructible (and constructible) environment. More details to come as I write my ideas down.

And I really need to write a few anime reviews for Points of View. Which should be moving to its own domain soon, if we can get all of that worked out.

Thu, 22 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 22, 2001

Oooooh, neobaka t-shirts. I want one. Certainly should wear one the next time the small army of neobaka crew gets together, which should probably be at Otakon (Eeek, which I should register for before I forget).

I also stumbled across this very cool site: PC Mods. They sell ridiculously geeky things for computer cases. They've got windows (actual windows in the side of the case, that is), applique labels (I like the biohazard signs), and case lights. I really want a case light, either the neon or the cathode bulbs ("Seeing the hellish red glow radiating from your system's window in a darkened room is simply stylish."). Too bad they're so costly (USD $40-$50).

Tue, 20 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 20, 2001

Wow. Some guy is trying to make his own SF series, and boy is he...ummmm...optimistic. He seems to think he can cast every single crewmember on the ship (and keep them cast), and produce it for PBS.

Meanwhile, I got up early this morning and worked on my garden for almost two hours before heading in to work. What is it about gardens that would make me, a guy who considers 10:00 a.m. a reasonable time to wake up, set my alarm an hour ahead of normal so I could scrub down a pool liner? Dunno, but I enjoyed myself tremendously.

Had a really long day at work today; I got distracted doing a variety of things, though much of it was reading through Portal of Evil, a site dedicated to the really bizarre side of the internet.

After getting home, I wrote some extra bits for Wine to Those in Anguish; I'll leave it to you to read the complete updates page on that site, if you're interested.

Mon, 19 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 19, 2001

Wow. I have an eBay auction going for some old computer games (Quest for Glory I through III, specifically -- great games, but I don't see myself ever playing them again). Remind me to take down that link when it inevitably succumbs to rot. But anyway, it's three old games. How much could I expect to sell them for?

The current bid is USD $20.50 already (less than two days into the week-long auction), and that's with a $5 shipping charge extra. Wow. Maybe there really is some money to be made on eBay.

Meanwhile. I had a really good talk with my Mom a couple nights ago, where we talked about my mind. Specifically, I complained that I've noticed myself to be working at less than 100% efficiency for months now. I can't think as quickly, or concentrate as fully, as I could a couple of years ago.

Worse, I haven't been able to write well in a long time. I haven't had any ideas for stories in years, and what I have written has been...OK, not terrible, but I've had very few moments of getting into "the groove."

Why? My Mom pointed out that I have been working very hard lately, either at home or at work -- I had to back off on a lot of my projects a couple of months ago, then things got really busy at work. Maybe my brain is exhausted, and needs some time to recover.

I think she's right. In any event, I'm going to focus on less brain-draining activities for the time being. If that lasts for a really long time, I'll start worrying, but maybe I need to let my brain recharge for awhile.

I've also been fiddling a bit with the layout on this page, specifically adding <BLOCKQUOTE> tags before and after each diary entry. I think it helps break up entries nicely.

Sun, 18 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 18, 2001

Was going to write a long entry today, but since I just managed to fall asleep for several seconds, I think I'll go to bed instead, and summarize the weekend in tomorrow's entry. Sat, 17 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 17, 2001 — St. Patrick's Day

If I feel like it, I may flesh this out into a full-scale retelling of events, but for now I'll record that I rushed in to Alexandria this morning to take part in "Coffee and Classics," a bi-weekly Christian book discussion. Myself and three others discussed the first ten chapters of Spurgeon's All of Grace, which addresses many facets of salvation and faith.

(I also mentioned some religious discussions I've been having with a friend, and was pointed to Letters from a Skeptic, in which a solid atheist argues religion with his son via snailmail. Very interesting.)

I then wandered around the many shops in Alexandria, ultimately splurging and buying an honest-to-goodness pocketwatch. I've wanted one for a long time, and as I was leaving a jewelry store, glanced down and saw several on display. I'm having it monogramed, so it won't be ready until next week, but meanwhile I'm excited at the purchase.

After returning home in the horrendous traffic (why is traffic so thick on Saturdays all of a sudden?), I wanted to do some more prep in the garden, but a short spring rain had muddied it to the point where that wasn't particularly appealing. So, I got a few mundane things done and left it at that.

Some interesting things are in the works for Daemonsong and Points of View, though I really shouldn't reveal what yet. More info to come.

Tue, 13 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 13, 2001

I see there's a new episode of Otaku Television up. And they've got a new host, who manages to be silly-funny without being silly-funny-stupid. Not an easy task. The episode itself consists almost exclusively of Katsucon footage and interviews, but then that's not a bad thing.

Had an interesting idea yesterday when talking to Saalon, about writing a fantasy novel. I'd like to get one written in the next six months or so, partly to improve my fiction writing skills, and partly to cash in on the big surge of fantasy interest that I think we'll see in the next year or so (thanks to the Lord of the Rings films and Harry Potter).

My problem is that I can't htink of any ideas for novels.

Mon, 12 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 12, 2001

Well, last night I took the plunge and finally had a long religious conversation with a friend of mine online. He feels a lot of hatred towards God because of some unfortunate stuff that happened to him as a child, and I've been trying to show him that that stuff wasn't exactly God's fault. But it's difficult for me, because he's hardened his heart, and I've realized lately that I try to win arguments like this. I've been trying to remind myself that it's not my job to convince him; just show him the path.

So, that's been psychically exhausting. Might explain why I woke up at 5:30 this morning. But I was able to enjoy a good hour in the garden as a result, laying path just as the sun was rising. Spring is beginning to take hold, with steadily warmer days.

Meanwhile, work is going very well. I'm now in charge of both "Intersect University," a set of internal company classes on topics like how our server is designed, as well as a new push to get our paper documentation organized and set up in a centralized location. I wrote a custom BeOS app to handle software checkin/checkout, and put a spare computer running it next to the new bookcase I put together today.

As mundane as that may seem, it's incredibly exciting to have responsibilities like that. I feel...I feel like I'm contributing, which is odd because up until this point I've been writing code, which is the most critical responsibility in our company (if our app doesn't get written, we don't succeed). So why do I feel so motivated now that I'm organizing classes?

I'm also excited because I just finished a book called The Gifted Boss by Dale Dauten, which provides a fantastic argument for how to be a legendary employer and employee. I'll just link to my review, once I write it.

Sat, 10 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 10, 2001

Spent most of today in my garden, cleaning and prepping for spring. Working in a garden can be so...freeing. It's an odd feeling, one that I don't really get from anything else.

We had company for dinner, so I cleaned my part of the house very very thoroughly (it needed a spot of spring cleaning anyway), then curled up in my room with the TV on. I rarely watch TV anymore, but a few good things were on: Alien, and an episode of Earth: Final Conflict. I hereby submit that E:FC is the successor to Babylon 5. Not as good, IMO, but it comes closest to doing those things that made B5 great.

Oh, and I spent a good part of Friday night cleaning up in the basement, and I came across a bunch of computer games, which I'm now selling. If you're interested, check out this page for a complete list of titles, and e-mail me if you want to buy any of them. USD $5 each, plus shipping.

Meanwhile, you can see how wonderfully well my portfolio is doing:

[Stocks]

Fri, 09 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 9, 2001

OK, so I stumbled across this at Target a couple of months ago, and was so dumbfounded that I had to share it.

Batman Beyond is an action/adventure animated show set in the relatively near future. It's very edgy, aimed at an older audience than most American animated shows (specifically, young teens), and emphasizes a sleek techno future.

Which makes it ideal for valentines, don't you think?

[Batman Beyond Valentine box]

I remember all the mushy cards I had to use for valentines. Well, now kids can trade heartwarming sentiments like these:

['Have a Blight-free Valentine's Day']

['Hope you're the center of attention on Valentine's Day']

What's most bizarre -- for me, at least -- is that the package also comes with this (they're stickers):

[Red heart stickers]

Thu, 08 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 8, 2001

Well, I'm starting to organize some of the animators for Wine, showing them my notes and just generally getting them up-to-speed on the project.

I stayed up way too late last night, poring through a book I own about writing 3D space combat-style game engines. I've been itching to write a computer game lately, and I'm tempted to write up something. Not a 3D game, just yet, but maybe a simple top-down shooter.

I left work early today, thanks to a couple of doctor's appointments. But I ended up coming home early and spending some time in my garden. More information on my garden site. It was the first time in a long time that I was able to spend some time relaxing in and enjoying my garden, purely for what it is.

I also drew my Sketch O' The Day, though it's just the outline of a woman that I tried to draw from a fashion magazine. heh. My Mom was watching me struggle with the drawing, then suggested that I squint my eyes as I look at the photo, to get more of a fuzzy idea of the general shapes rather than seeing every detail. Which is just what Piro (of MegaTokyo) suggested a few weeks back.

Wed, 07 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 7, 2001

I'm trying to get back into exercising. Unfortunately, I've been working really long hours at work recently, and so I haven't had the energy to exercise (which shouldn't be an excuse, since exercising gives you energy; in fact, I really should exercise most at this time, when I need as much energy as I can get). It's been a couple of weeks since I went to the gym.

So, I went to the gym today, and went quite slowly and easily. I did my full set of weight exercises (particularly paying attention to my stomach, which needs a lot of toning...aren't online diaries amazing? You get to read about my stomach muscles), but only ran for about 15 minutes.

I started to get annoyed at myself about this. I mean, really, how hard is it to jog for 20 minutes? And at one's own pace, no less.

But then I realized that I was exercising. And I hadn't exercised in weeks. Should I really expect myself to exercise as strongly as ever? 'Course not. I need to stop being so hard on myself.

("STUPID! Stop being so hard on yourself! You're so STUPID for being so hard on yourself! Stupid stupid stupid....")

In any event, suffice to say that things are looking good in my life right now. And they'll look much better once today's over (we have a deadline).

Tue, 06 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 6, 2001

Woohoo! The character designer's agreed to do the work for Wine. Life is GOOD.

I've also been spending some time on alt.fiction.original, which is a place for posting and critiquing short fiction. There's a fair amount of truly bad stuff, but some good things too, and I'm enjoying the community there. I recently got some very generous compliments about my editing abilities there, which has spurred me on to spend more time on the group.

It's amazing how much one little note of encouragement will change my perspective on things. I'm twice as committed to alt.fiction.original now than I was yesterday, all because of two complimentary messages.

I'm going to have to encourage people more. Encouragement has immense power.

What else. Intersect's gone on a semi-hiring freeze, which prevents them from hiring my friend Saalon. :-/ But that will change in a few weeks, so we'll have to wait and see what happens there.

Mon, 05 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 5, 2001

Arrrrrg. This has to be one of the most frustrating experiences in recent memory.

I have this animated series that I want to make, called Wine to Those in Anguish, out of my own pocket. I've found a terrific character designer. He expressed cautious interest, but wanted to look over my ideas first. I pointed him to my online repository of scripts, episode summaries, etc.

He kinda freaked.

The problem is that I put in a couple of rather grotesque things. The story is about a girl who had totally given up her sense of self-worth, and I wanted to show how far that had gone. So I had written in two elements to the story: One, when she's strapped into this particular machine to do her work, she's nude, and totally unselfconscious about it. Secondly, there's a small probe thing that's attached to...her.

When I thought about it, I realized that the probe really was unnecessarily extreme. But as for the nudity, I had always planned to do that very very carefully; the scene would be put together such that you'd never really see her nude; you'd just see her from the shoulders up, or the knees down. Anyone who knows me knows that I'd never do that in any way other than extremely tastefully.

Unfortunately, the character designer doesn't know me. So when he read that stuff, he was afraid that this was all low-brow stuff, and probably assumed that I'd just show this girl fully naked. When in reality it'll be very tame, and indeed the nudity is meant to disturb the viewer. It's not a matter of, as a friend put it, "Hey, let's have her take her shirt off."

So now I've got to e-mail him and assure him that Wine won't be a low-brow series, that I'm going to remove the whole probe thing, and how I approach questionable subject matter like nudity (I don't even plan to show her butt, much less anything else). And hope that he'll understand.

It's such a delicate process, too. I'll have to phrase my e-mail with extreme care, so that I don't come across as willing to compromise my work, and to try to change his mind about what I'm trying to do here. Which is extremely difficult to do via e-mail.

Sun, 04 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 4, 2001

Seems I forgot to mention that I posted a review of the first DVD of the Rurouni Kenshin TV series. Which is a really cool show; it manages to combine cool samurai action with a light romance plot and a lot of rather bizarre humor. I like it a lot.

I'm heading back in to Intersect today. I have a few more hours' worth of work to do, unfortunately. I figure that by the end of today, I'll have worked a 70-hour week. Ick. I'm glad that I'll be shifting to documentation work soon. Which may require some long hours, but spending a day banging away at code is different than spending a day writing documentation. And I do like writing documentation.

I've updated some past diary entries with information on Max Kim, who may be doing the character designs for Wine.

Meanwhile, my parents are at a first birthday party for one of my nieces. It's a 90-minute highway drive down to my sister's house, so my parents weren't exactly thrilled at the prospect. But they went.

We chose this weekend to put up Lexie, our English setter, with a friend over the course of Saturday and today. It's very nice having her out of our hair for a couple of days. She's a dear, but she's very clingy. And Molly (our Golden Retriever) is so much better behaved.

Sat, 03 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 3, 2001

So, what to talk about? I feel like examining the latest Napster developments today.

Here's the latest: Napster is going to block access to certain filenames (ones representing copyrighted songs, presumably). Because nobody will ever misspell a filename to get around the filter.

Seriously, it's an extremely limited measure that anyone can compromise if they give a moment's thought to it. Even if this filter was implemented it now, it wouldn't stop the trading of mp3's. The tide might shift by a few percentage points, but it wouldn't last.

And meanwhile the RIAA is making millions of enemies. Don't count out the power of that issue; as that number grows, so does the number of powerful people in that group. The common opinion will eventually be "the RIAA sucks," and when everyone believes that -- including the people who do business with the RIAA, much less lawmakers -- the RIAA will suddenly find itself in serious hot water.

And really, the RIAA is saying "If we don't fight this, sales will plummet," with no data to back up their statements. People have a tough time taking them seriously.

What's most ironic, to me, is that the RIAA is fighting a war that's already over. People aren't going to stop making mp3's. And once made, they're going to be distributed. And in today's electronic world, there are many many ways to distribute mp3's.

If I were the RIAA, I'd say "OK, make mp3's. We'll make that legal now. Just please, buy the CD's, too. And if our CD sales plummet, we'll deal with it. But this is too big for us to fight." And if sales do plummet, they can have hard data to fight with, which will impress a lot more people.

All it takes is a leap of faith. But the RIAA doesn't have the guts, does it?

And that's exactly the belief that the RIAA is fostering in the public with their inane mp3 fight. Smart way of doing business, isn't it?

Fri, 02 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 2, 2001

Not only may I have an animator for Otherspace Productions, I may have a character designer. His name is Max Kim, and his website is full of fantastic artwork.

In other news, Saalon isn't getting a job at Intersect just yet; they went on a hiring freeze. Arg. I'll try to get him a job somewhere down here, though. Maybe at Litton/PRC, where I worked before coming to Intersect.

I'm also going crazy with work. I really need some time off.

Thu, 01 Mar 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 1, 2001

Brennen, update your diary now. ;-)

Work continues to be intense. I realized today that I'm suffering from pretty classic burn-out. I can't stand to look at any more code. Which means that I'm not very happy about work, which means I'm going to be more tempted to look around for another job if this keeps up. Fortunately, this release should be over by the weekend, which will take a lot of the pressure off.

However, I had a very nice lunch with the new documentation team, which now consists of four people (two full-time and two half-time). I'm really looking forward to being able to work with them in the coming weeks. Writing can be annoying, but it should be more fun than coding.

I also had a chance to mention to Janet (our project manager) how I really don't want to work on more coding if possible. She made it clear that management would respect that as long as I tell them what I want. A very good thing.

Still no word yet about a job for Saalon at Intersect. He only interviewed last Monday, but he and I are starting to get a bit antsy. He'll call in this Monday if he hasn't heard back yet, to see what's up.

I came across a very cute anime/manga spoof comic strip called Okashina Okashi ("Strange Candy"). Updated three days a week. I've updated my comics/art page with a link.

In other news, I may have an animator for Otherspace Productions. I'm talking to an artist I saw on MegaTokyo's Art and Drawing forum. I've given this particular artist a Cel Test: to choose any anime cel currently selling on eBay, figure out the next frame in that sequence, draw it, and send me the result. That should give me a good idea as to the artist's talent in doing in-betweening.

Unfortunately, I've been having to watch myself in my dealings with this artist, because of recent dealings with a friend. A month or two back, I asked her to do some drawings for my personal website -- paying pretty well, too, I think -- and as of tonight, she still hadn't done them. And now she's swamped, and has no idea when she'll be able to draw them. I understand her situation, but it's extremely frustrating for me. I'm thinking of telling her to forget it, and finding another artist to do it at this point.

Mon, 30 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 30, 2001

Well, after looking around for a simple link verification program, I couldn't find one that suited my needs. So, I wrote one. It's a little Perl program that looks through a directory, takes every file it finds, and scans it for links. It then checks each link to see if it's valid, and prints out messages based on what it finds. Pretty useful little thing.

However, it's exhibiting a very annoying bug. Maybe one of you can help me. Here's the code snippet:

  $found = 0;
$linecount = 0;while( $linecount < 10 ){$line = <$sock>;if( $line ne '' ){$linecount++;chop( $line );if( index( $line, '404' ) >= 0 ){ $found = 1; $linecount = 1000; }elsif( $linecount == 1 && index( $line, ' 302 ' ) >= 0 ){# Redirection!$found = 2;$linecount = 1000;}} # end if line exists} # end loop

This code is executed after sucessfully connecting to a particular server, and sending it a request for a page. Nothing is sent back from the server. The problem is that the program hangs on that $line = <$sock>; line (which requests a line of data from a server), and I have no idea how to make that particular line of code time-out. Any ideas?

In other news...I worked 12 hours at work today, meaning I didn't get home until 9:00 p.m. After a really good talk with my Mom about some issues we're dealing with, I answered e-mails and collapsed into bed. Highly unproductive.

Sun, 29 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 29, 2001

Listened to a very good sermon by John Yates at The Falls Church this morning, then did some gardening before heading off to AWANA at McLean Bible Church.

I'm still fighting off the pollen, and my Mom thinks I may have a cold. So, I didn't get much done Sunday night; just lay in bed and chatted on IRC, watching TV. Something cool happened, but I'm not totally sure if I'm free to talk about it, so I'll wait.

Sat, 28 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 28, 2001

Went to the final official meeting of "Coffee and Classics" this morning, where we finished talking about Spurgeon's All of Grace. We're planning on keeping the group personal, and moving on to Bunyan's The Pilgrim's Progress in two weeks. Next time, we'll meet at Suzie's house, instead of at The Tea Cozy.

Unfortunately, I was low on cash -- not unusual -- so I limited myself to only ordering tea. We got out fairly late, and I was running seriously low on energy. Considering how upset my stomach's been lately, this was not a very good situation.

So, I bought a couple of magazines (they had Rising Stars, but not a recent issue) and slipped into this fantastic Chinese restaurant nearby for brunch. I had the best Kung Pao chicken I've ever had as I flipped through a special edition of Writer's Digest and the latest PC Magazine (John C. Dvorak's column on Napster was particularly good), then drove home.

But my parents had invited over friends for company, so I had to get through some chores. As much as I hate cleaning, I realized how crucial it was for me to get that done early, so I cleaned the house right off. Then my Dad had already got a jump-start on mowing the lawn, so I finished that up.

I wandered back to my deck to chug a Gatorade, and my stomach began to flash these lovely images of upchucking to my brain. I was starting to feel seriously nauseous. Fine; I went to the kitchen and snagged some crackers and cream cheese around my Mom as she worked on dinner. After consuming a few of these delicacies on my deck, I had enough energy to plant the Kirengeshoma I bought and at least water the plants that needed it desperately.

But I never fully recovered; I spent the rest of the night somewhat nauseous, laying in bed. While my time might've been better-spent at least chatting online, I did get to see a couple of really cool things on TV: a biography of comedienne Margaret Cho, Wakko's Wish (an Animaniacs feature), which was even better than I expected, and Dave, which I'd seen before but was glad to re-experience.

Um. That's about it, in terms of actual events. The guests evidently had a good time, but I only saw them briefly.

Meanwhile, I've been spending some nights going over the scripts for the first two episodes of Wine, polishing them in my head. If I get some spare time tomorrow, I'll try to clean them up.

I've also been thinking about splitting this diary into several different diaries, and displaying the entries from different diaries programmatically. So, you could elect to see only the General and Writing-related diary entries here, but not the Gardening entries. I'll think about it.

Fri, 27 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 27, 2001

Now this is cool. Cardcaptors (a.k.a. the American dub of Card Captor Sakura) may be showing up on Toonami soon. This is actually not all that surprising; it's a beautifully-animated show that's already been dubbed, and has an existing audience on American TV. Very cool. I'll probably never get a chance to watch it even if it does show up on Toonami (I don't catch The Big O as it is), but I'd try.

Meanwhile, MegaTokyo is being hammered by site requests. Sort of a friendly DoS attack. The site has been slow lately, though; maybe they'll upgrade to a new server soon.

Nothing else going on in my life. I had a really bad day yesterday, illness-wise, so I didn't get anything done. Basically just watched The Screen Savers, a wonderful show on general technology (how-tos, cool gadgets, interesting websites, etc.), on TechTV.

We found out just the other day that we get TechTV on our cable service. It's really a very good channel, in terms of interesting, tech-related content. It's pretty much by geeks, for geeks. I only wish that John C. Dvorak's show was more interesting. Very dry, which I didn't expect from him.

Thu, 26 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 26, 2001

According to my website statistics, my domain is more popular than I had thought. All Anime Music Videos is getting dozens of hits a day, and my own music videos are being viewed every day. That really makes me feel good. People like what I do. Or, at least, are mildly interested in it. Vhatever.

When I went out for lunch today, I stopped by the bookstore to look up parenting magazines (I've written on article on the nature of anime, which I want to submit), and walked out the door with Drawing on the Artist Within by Betty Edwards. It's an amazing, fascinating book, that talks about the nature of creativity, and how people actually can draw well; they just haven't been trained to think as artists. I'll post a more coherent review when I'm not feeling sick from the pollen.

Which is another newsworthy item. The pollen count was higher than it's ever been yesterday, at a full 1,500. Yowch. Everyone around here's been complaining of sore throats and runny noses.

I've got a very simple version of Intersection, which is an attempt to do an extremely pared-down version of what my company is doing, up and running. I'll be testing it out over the next few weeks, trying to use it as part of Daemonsong Productions.

Ugh. I'm making no sense. I'd better attack this entry later.

Wed, 25 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 25, 2001

Ugh. Just lost today's diary entry, as the domain name was shuffled around. I'm glad it was, for reasons I'll explain in the next paragraph, but it is annoying. Let's see if I can reconstruct it, here....

The sysadmin who runs the server that this domain sits on e-mailed me the other day, letting me know that other-space.com, stun-software.com, and chriscarrepair.com are using about 1 GB of bandwidth per day. Ouch.

It seems to be mostly the fault of two anime music videos I'm hosting, one of which is 70 MB and the other is 40 MB. While those don't seem horribly large to me, imagine 50 hits each on those files. That's about what I've gotten, over the past few days.

This leaves me with an interesting dilemma. These music videos won't last forever. Should I leave them up, and upgrade to an account with more bandwidth? Or should I just ride the wave? I've e-mailed the maker of the videos, to see if he can at least find some mirrors, so for now I'm waiting to see what comes out of that.

What else. AnimeMusicVideos.org is up and running again, and Light, does it have a lot of videos. Massive site.

I also re-ran across Supermegatopia, a site that archives the vast city of Supermegatopia, Kiwi Capital of the World. A city best known for its eclectic superhero population, particularly Weasel Boy, and such great coalitions as the Men-Men and the Offenders. Seriously, this site manages to spoof comic books without being asinine. Watch out for the fairly rampant nudity, though.

Otherwise, I'm feeling sick. The super-high pollen count has given me the sore throat to end all sore throats, and I've had...uhhh...the runs, I believe it's called.

But tonight's music practicing night. And maybe I can sketch something. Or write. Or something.

Tue, 24 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 24, 2001

OK, so maybe I should be a little less definitive when I make statements such as "I don't see Be, Inc. getting bought out any time soon." Specifically, Be, Inc. is now actively looking for ways of getting bought out, or otherwise rescuing themselves from totally running aground. They still have six months' worth of venture capital, of course, but still.

:sigh: Well, if Be goes down the tubes, then the world won't come to an end. I'll still use BeOS, as long as I can. And I can move over to AtheOS, or Linux, or Windows, or whatever. It will have been fun, anyway.

It's a gorgeous day in the nation's capital. It's about 80 degrees, with a near-constant light breeze. I wish I could spend the day puttering around my garden, inhaling the sweet scent of the flowers and just generally goofing off.

But there's work to do.

Oooooh. Toycom is coming out with new Samurai X/Rurouni Kenshin figurines, featuring figures from both the OVA series and the TV series. Figures.com has a complete photo series. Man, those look cool. From the OVA, they've got Kenshin and Okita (the young, sorta-equivalent of Kenshin on the "other side"), and from the TV show, they've got Kenshin, Kaoru, and Sanosuke. They also have a character named Hajime, whom I'm not familiar with.

No work on Wine recently, though I did work out some ideas for the ending during my ride in to work. I'll have to note them down somewhere. Basically, since the series revolves around pity (true pity), the ending really needs to deal with that issue. So, I'm planning to have Sarah show pity on one of the scientists. During my next writing session, I'll try to get that written.

Mon, 23 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 23, 2001

Today is the first day of TV Turn-off Week. And while I get somewhat frustrated with some of the rhetoric used in it, their Zen TV Experiment is worth reading.

I went back and added some content to diary entries of the last copule of days, just generally fleshing out areas that I hadn't finished earlier. Other than that, I spent much of today fiddling with things (like adding a couple of reviews to the library.

I did, however, spent about an hour and a half writing an article on anime. The idea is to provide parents with a fair summary of the anime genre, particularly in terms of what they should expect in terms of nudity, sexual content, vulgarity, etc. Obviously, I can't tell them with certainty what they'll find in any given anime show, but I can at least give parents an idea of what anime is really like.

In any event, I wrote almost all of it, except for the conclusion. It's still very rough; I'll have to refine it at least once more. Once that's done, I'll have to start looking for places to submit it.

Hmmm. I should also mention that I subscribed to an e-mail discussion list on Friday. The list is concerned with creating anime music videos. The signal-to-noise ratio is worse than I'd like, but I'm having fun reading and posting to it. As expected, I'm already throwing my opinions around several times a day.

Sun, 22 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 22, 2001

It's a gorgeous day; 80 degrees and partly cloudy. An occasional breeze stirs the newly-growing leaves in the trees.

I spent most of the day outside. We decided to skip church again this morning, and instead listened to an excellent tape of Dr. Norris from Fourth Presbyterian Church. Afterwards, I wandered the garden, then mowed the lawns and cleaned the house (or rather, the part that I have to clean).

Then, it was off to AWANA. Only a few more weeks of that, before the end of the year and a summer full of free Sundays.

I had hoped to get some writing in afterwards, but Saalon, Brennen, and I chatted for most of the night about all sorts of things, as usual.

I did manage to send off a query letter to Writer's Digest, though. Awhile back, I wrote an article on writing, based on my experiences as editor of Papyrus. Writer's Digest only accepts queries for those sorts of things, so we'll see how that goes. More details on my writing pages.

Speaking of writing, I was struck by something I saw on TV the other day, and wanted to mention it. I was watching a biography of Steve Martin, and there was this clip of an interview he gave, just after his first book was published. In a subdued, almost bashful voice, he explained, "Well, I've always dreamed of becoming a published author, and I'd heard that one of the ways of doing that...was by writing a book."

The audience laughed, as I did, and then I realized how often writers have trouble with that. If you want to be a published writer...write a book. Focus on writing the book; get it done. Then worry about getting published.

(Or, write some short stories. Or some articles. Whatever; the same advice applies.)

Sat, 21 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 21, 2001

Network Solutions sent me an e-mail a few days ago, informing me that I can now get domain names that end in .ws. Yippee.

Who the heck wants a domain name ending in .ws? It doesn't roll off the tongue, and everybody's going to ask what it stands for ("WebSite"). I'm not interested in grabbing www.other-space.ws. And why did they roll out .ws before, say, .web?

Anyway.

Saalon and I talked last night about writing and getting published. We've both decided that it's time for us to start seriously trying to get published. As such, we came up with a little contest: whichever one of us gets published first (in a paying, non-online market) gets free dinner the next time we get together.

This is rather silly, as every time we get together we're constantly buying each other meals. But the idea should give us a little further impetus to write and submit stuff, and why not keep it low-key?

I had a good day today. After waking up, I ran to a local nursery to take advantage of a sale, and got a whole bunch of plants (more info on my garden site). Then I went to the post office to mail my Otakon music video entry, only to realize that I hadn't put the right VHS tapes in the mailer.

I then ran home, in time to meet up with my parents. We then walked around Alexandria, first having brunch at a little English teashop called "The Tea Cozy", then just wandering in and out of shops.

We came home, and I was feeling a little light-headed. I rested for awhile -- reading more of The Lions of Al-Rassan while doing so -- then planted everything I'd bought at the nursery. We ate dinner out on my deck, and chatted for several hours afterwards.

That pretty much blew out the rest of the night, so I worked on cleaning up a few files on my personal website here, and then went to bed.

Fri, 20 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 20, 2001

Disney's coming out with a Kiki's Delivery Service DVD later this summer. Oh yeah. Finally, more Miyazaki on DVD (for those of you reading this entry many moons after it was written [Hi!], only two Miyazaki films have been released on DVD in America thus far: The Castle of Cagliostro and Princess Mononoke).

I've started posting particularly cool anime art on my cubicle wall at work. First up was this gun-toting girl by gunnar-chan. That reminded me of this panel from a fantastic comic strip by Merekat Creations (you can also check out the first panel in that series, or the first panel of the strip itself). I've got them both on the wall, and will add others as I come across them.

I suppose I should mention that "Second Empire" a.k.a. "Solar Conquest," that turn-based strategy game that I was working on, seems to be pretty much dead. At least, Saalon and Brennen haven't worked on the design at all, so I figure they're not interested. Which is OK; I have other things to work on.

I've added a thingie to the front page which displays the first line of my diary, in a little box on the left. I think it's pretty cool. Also, check out the new poll box widget thingie on this very page!

And I've created a new little online game: Colony. I'll explain its workings in more detail later.

That's all for now.

Thu, 19 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 19, 2001

I'm learning something interesting about myself.

I can multitask. This isn't the interesting thing that I'm learning; I've known that I can multitask for awhile. I can carry on multiple online conversations simultaneously; I can read a book while I'm managing a bunch of donwloads; I can formulate a speech as I garden, while occasionally checking on drying paint.

I'm learning that I shouldn't multitask.

When I multitask, I split up my concentration between all those things I'm working on. As a result, I'm constantly distracted, as I leap from one job to another, juggling to keep all those balls in the air. I can't focus my full attention on anything for any length of time.

I've been learning this as a result of putting myself on a regular schedule. Every night, I divide out my evening into discrete chunks. There's time for dinner and socializing with my family, and time for my devotions, and for catching up on e-mails. And depending on the night, I may set aside time for writing or musical practice or anything else that I don't do every single night.

And while I can't do many things at once, I can concentrate on whatever I am doing. As a result, in the past week alone, I've gotten more accomplished in my writing and musical life than I had in months previously.

So, while I occasionally feel frustrated at my new schedules, they are definitely worthwhile. Now, I have to face the more dangerous question: Will I keep this up?

In other news...Saalon is going to try to get a regular income from his writing duties. Best of luck there. Be announced Q1 earnings, and they're getting some nice revenue from their recent IA push. Now we can hope to see the stock rise above $1/share. I've been adding Cascading Style Sheets to my personal website here, and cleaning up the files as I come across them.

Oh, and I got a bit of writing done on a short story, set in a modern setting. It's about relationships, and the silly things we do to each other while in them. More on that as I write it.

And after reading some of my earlier diary entries, Hawk pointed me at LiveJournal.com. It's a site that'll let you set up an online diary with tons of customization options. Very nice. Plus, it seems to have a very flexible search engine.

Wed, 18 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 18, 2001

Well. After pleasant conversations with online friends last night, I stumbled into my bed, only to re-awaken at 3:00 a.m.

Was there a noise? Had I had a bad dream? No, I just...surfaced from the lake of dreams. After puttering around a bit, I got on the computer and worked on Mozart until my Mom stumbled into my room at 5:00. At that point, I realized that I was fully awake, not in that "It's a brisk Saturday morning and I've just had my cup of coffee" sense, but in the sense of that inevitable assurance that all of those sleep endorphins have been thoroughly cleansed from your little grey cells.

I had reached the limit of my creative energies, though -- a lack of sleep does have its effects on me, no matter how awake I may feel -- so I continued to index my books, into my virtual bookshelves. I ended up indexing most of what remained since my last attempt, leaving only two shelves, the books stacked up next to my desk, and all of the books I have in the basement. In total, though, I only have somewhere in the range of 50-100 books to go, which should push me to nearly 500 books all told.

Let's see...considering the prices of most of these books, that's probably an average of USD $8 or so per book, at least...so, I own about USD $4,000 worth of books. Wow.

Where was I? Oh, yes, I'd gotten tired of indexing books, and finally settled on some reading. I got another chapter done in The Lions of Al-Rassan. Oddly, I'm not enjoying the book as much as I'd expected to, and I think it's mostly because of the odd lack of focus in the novel. The point-of-view keeps jumping from one character to another in a very, very large cast...not only with main characters, but als with characters that don't last long either. I've seen things from the perspectives of well over a dozen characters by now, which seems to be keeping me from investing much attention or sympathy in any character's perspective.

Anyway. I ended up coming in to work early. Well, early for me, that is; I left the house at 8:00. I figured that I can take a quick nap midway through the day, and still leave in time to work out at the gym with Dad at 5:45 without cutting in to my eight hours. I usually work through lunch, so it should be do-able.

Oh, I do have some Cowboy Bebop tidbits for you. I came across an excellent interview with the English voice cast (making some fascinating points about the whole thing), as well as a pair of columns in which I agreed with the first column, then read the second, disagreeing column...and agreed with that one.

And I see that Lost Marble has just released version 2.5 of Moho, and the new functionality is quite impressive. A person could make a full-scale cartoon with this now, though it's much more suited for something like Mike, Lu, & Og or Ren and Stimpy than, say, Gundam Wing. Still, it has definite potential.

I'm afraid I don't have the energy to give you a full-scale commentary yet today (it's 8:42 a.m. as I write this). I could be writing about the (brief) discussion I had with my Mom about her and my Dad's sex life last night, but I think I'll spare you that. I wonder if it wouldn't be worth trying to put together a short animated 'toon based on an online comic strip.

Tue, 17 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 17, 2001

I'm going sort of crazy.

I've got over 300 books catalogued in my virtual bookshelves now, and I'm only about two-thirds of the way through, and I'm trying to go through and add abstracts and reviews for them. And when you're like me, and try to accurately represent every single book, it's a mind-numbing job.

Which, of course, it isn't. Provided you look at it the right way, it isn't, at least. I'm looking at it as 300 little jobs, each of which is pretty easy. Each job says: "Write a paragraph or two about this book." Not bad at all.

Though it is hard to write a cogent review of things like comic strip collections. How do you describe The Far Side Gallery 3? Maybe I shouldn't try, and should focus on fiction, or nonfiction that isn't drawn.

[Cover for Neil Gaiman's new novel American Gods]

I notice that Neil Gaiman has an online diary, which focuses on his new book American Gods but generally talks about the life of a book after it's been published, before it gets into the hands of eager readers. Fascinating, very well-written (gee, what a surprise), and pretty regularly updated several times a week.

I needed to get a few basic personal items -- socks and such -- so I wandered into a nearby bookstore and grabbed the latest issue of Marie Claire, which is still the only "fashion" magazine I can find that doesn't exclusively contian "I'm too sexy for this outfit" photos. Lots of good material that I'll use as drawing references. I also bought the latest issue of Writer's Digest (with a nice interview with Ursula K. LeGuin), the latest issue of Animerica (please note the URL...animerica.com is a hentai site), plus a Time-Life book on garden design (on sale for USD $8). A pretty good haul.

The issue of Writer's Digest includes a list of 101 writing websites. Of them, the most interesting for me was The Burry Man Writers Center, in which I found a wonderful article about Just Writing. In other words, if you want to write, stop worrying and spend serious amounts of time every day (or every week; whatever) actually writing. No excuses. It's good advice, and not just for writers.

Dangit, I just can't end today's entry. Came across Culture Shock, a website which lets you choose from a set of images, each potentially unsettling/offensive in some way, and asks if you think it should be used on the front page of their site. Then it presents a barrage of opposing arguments, no matter which you choose. So, if you think it's good, you'll get a bunch of reasons why it may be bad. And vice versa. And flip-flopping your opinion doesn't help. Fascinating.

Oh, and on top of the rant about people's perspectives on rich people, remind me to talk about Steve Martin's comments about getting published.

Mon, 16 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 16, 2001

'Twas going to complain about a general lack of updates on Brennen's diary of late, but then I realized how hypocritical that would be if I didn't do a diary entry myself. But now I am writing a diary entry, so can I complain now?

I decided I'm not going to.

But I already have.

Went to an explanation of stock options at work today, and I'm starting to grok the bare essentials. I'm going to explain it here, mostly because I want to record it.

Stock options are just a contract between you and your company, allowing you to buy stock from the company. You don't have to buy it; you're just agreeing that, yes, you can have this certain number of shares at this certain price.

And that's the power of stock options; you're buying stock at a certain, very low price. You pay that low price no matter how much the stock is actually worth. So. How does it work?

There's one major restriction, namely, the vesting date. The vesting date is just a date which specifies at what point you own the stock. If you try to buy the stock before the vesting date, then the company will hold that stock until it vests, and then give the stock to you. If you buy the stock after the vesting date, the stock is yours, end of story. But there are tax issues with doing that, because of how your income is calculated based on if you buy before or after the vesting date.

Then, it gets really complicated, so I won't go into that. Suffice to say that those are the basics. Now I have to figure out what I'm going to do with my options....

I spent some time during the day cruising for online diaries. Nothing really grabbed my attention, though there are definitely interesting diaries out there. This happened to lead to a discussion with Brennen later on in the day, where we agreed that the strongest online communities these days seem to be between online diary enthusiasts. And how there doesn't seem to be any Yahoo! equivalent for online diaries, and there really should be. It could be done more as an indexed database, or like a topographical map of connected, related sites.

In the evening, I purposed to follow a schedule: Dinner from 7:00 to 8:00 (after exercising at the gym), devotions/e-mails/sketching from 8:00 to 9:00, and then writing from 9:00 to 10:00. Writing proved to be the hard thing, as I don't really have any stories burning in my soul at the moment. I did hash out a very nice idea for a story, though, which I can attack later in the week.

I did manage to draw another practice sketch, though, based on my practice fashion magazine. My attempts to copy real human poses is helping me a lot with understanding basic proportions and shadows, as well as the amount of detail that can go into a sketch before it becomes over-burdened. The sketch came out quite well, IMHO, and I uploaded it to my gallery.

Sun, 15 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 15, 2001

Hmmm. I have a rant about economics and rich people and taxation based on a conversation with Saalon (and a recent entry in his diary, which he's started using now), but I think it'll wait for another day. I have other stuff to talk about for now.

I woke up this morning in a very sturdy funk. I couldn't drag myself out of bed, which meant that I couldn't go to church with my parents. On today, of all days. Easter Sunday.

And to make matters worse, I surfaced briefly to hear Dad say, "I guess you won't be coming with us this morning. That's really disappointing; I was looking forward to having all of us there." Now, that looks really mean-spirited here on the page; it wasn't meant to be that bad, and he said later he wasn't trying to guilt-trip me. But it did hurt.

So, I spent most of the morning puttering around (never even thinking that I could go to a later service myself), adding entries to my online library, until I started skimming through an omnipresence in wired, an artbook for the anime series serial experiments lain. And that's when it happened.

I was struck by how similar the early lain artwork is to the character designs Max Kim is creating for my series, Wine to Those in Anguish. I really am doing what the lain crew did.

An incredible feeling of vindication and joy washed over me. We have this tendency to put people on pedestals, and even though I am pushing forward with Wine, still there's a little voice in the back of my head, warning that I'll never really fly that high. I'm just some guy, some 24-year-old programmer, who's still living with his parents. I can't really achieve anything remotely like the greatest TV series I've ever seen. Who do I think I am?

Well, guess what? I can do it. I am doing it. Nothing can stop me, except the fear of failure, which is far more insidious than I'd given it credit for.

So. This was a good thing. I'm feeling more personally committed to Wine now.

I've also re-structured my library, into a much more sensible layout. It could probably still use some tweaking, but now it's a lot easier to wander through.

And at the very bottom of this diary page (part of the little italicized boilerplate), there's now a little counter to see what sort of accesses this page gets. It's extremely trivial, but it'll be interesting.

(Hmmmm, a lot of stuff happened today.)

I've been very good at my promise, and indeed haven't bought any anime series in well over a month. So, to reward myself, I ordered Bubblegum Crisis DVD 3, an episode of Slayers (it was on sale), and Essence (a new Yoshitoshi ABe artbook) off of Right Stuf, and the new Cowboy Bebop band score from AnimeNation.

Sat, 14 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 14, 2001

On the subject of that "White Reflection" video. It occurred to me that, for some odd reason, I feel a kinship with Two-Mix (the band) after watching that video. Why?

[White Reflection screenshot]

I think it's because of the nature of the video. In it, anime-ized versions of the members of Two-Mix see a glowing ball of light, and follow it across the U.S. As they travel from town to town, they are shown writing the song "White Reflection."

[White Reflection screenshot]

I feel like I've shared that experience with them, like I know what they've been through. Which, on the face of it, is silly; the actual members of the band never saw a glowing ball of light, and they never followed it across the U.S. I know this, intellectually. But I still feel like I've been given a glimpse into an experience.

[White Reflection screenshot]

The lesson? In art, we're often told to "give of ourselves." We tend to interpret this in an extreme, that we should impart some deep, painful part of our soul. I think the "White Reflection" video shows that this doesn't need to be the case. One can affect people strongly by providing them with a personal experience, even if that experience is not deeply personal.

Fri, 13 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 13, 2001

Been downloading a slew of new anime music videos. There are a lot of good ones out there. Particularly, "She Blinded Me With Science" set to Washu footage, Weird Al's "It's All About the Pentiums" seto to lain (oddly enough, it's effective), and the theme to "Fat Albert" set to Street Fighter II. There's also "Two Mix - White Reflection," which looks like an actual music video, just animated in the anime style. Now if I could just keep a network connection at work long enough to transfer all of these to my machine at home....

I'm gearing up to do another music video, too. I've decided to take the "All Your Base Are Belong To Us" mp3 song and make a comedy video out of it. It'll start with Tenchi Muyo footage, lip-synching Tenchi and Yosho as the Captain and the Pilot. Kagato (OVA) will appear as the "All Your Base" villain, all lip-synched (I hope!). Then it'll transition into a montage of anime villains, lip-synching to the chorus ("All your base. Your base. Base. Base. All your base. Are belong to us."). Should be fun.

Thu, 12 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 12, 2001

Don't know how long it'll stay up, but there's a job opening advertised at HeadHunter for anyone with...above-average powers. Very cute.

And now I realize that I should really skim back through my past diary entries and clean out any dead links. Now that'll be a job; this diary is already two and a half years old.

Lessee. I watched Digimon: The Movie last night. It was...OK, with a few good moments. Unfortunately, the narrative was really broken up oddly, such that most of the movie was spent telling the backstory to the main event. And there were some really interesting things in there, under the surface, but they never really went anywhere. It's sad. But I did enjoy myself; the character interactions were very well-done (as usual), they stuck to their infamous off-beat humor, and there were some pretty darn cool fight sequences.

But it's annoying. Digimon was always strongest in character development and character interaction, and they could have made a movie about that. With fight sequences, sure, but...I mean, they already had a plot where they could insert fights around a character-driven story. The fight scenes could still be cool, but they could also be part of a larger, more impressive movie (like Tenchi Forever or Akira or The Road Warrior). :sigh:

Heck. Read my review of Digimon: The Movie at Points of View.

Wed, 11 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 11, 2001

Well, I see that Cowboy Bebop.com has been updated with a new site design, and new content. Unfortunately, it's being hammered by site requests, so it's rather difficult to explore today.

Meanwhile, there's not much to report. I made a lemon cream pie last night, but it didn't mix well and will probably come out lumpy. But that's OK; cooking is like that. I'd like to attack something else soon; maybe donuts. And I definitely want to make something for Easter.

I've been grabbing new anime music videos off of a Hotline server lately. I'm getting tempted to set up an archive of these things on my site.

I've been writing a bit on Wine lately, though that's slow going. It's really just a matter of banging away at it, though. Oh, and Points of View has moved to www.points-of-view.net.

And I just got finished watching ... thanks to fansubs downloaded off of that Hotline server (don't worry; none of these series are available over here) ... a whole bunch of anime. ::cracks knuckles:: Time for a little reviewin'.

I also caught three of the funniest things I've seen in a long time. One is a shot-for-shot remake of the Card Captor Sakura opening, but instead of animating it, it uses Japanese men in cosplay outfits. The second is a music video of "You Always Hurt The Ones You Love," set to 70's anime shots of people getting shot, run over, etc. And the third...wow. Somebody re-subtitled the entirety of the first episode of Neon Genesis Evangelion, but inserting low-brow humor throughout the whole thing. The NERV manual handed to Shinji is re-labelled as a doujinshi named "Hot Geisha in Bondage."

Mon, 09 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 9, 2001

Woke up nauseous this morning, and didn't go in to work. Nothing really serious, though; I should be fine by tomorrow.

So, I re-watched Mighty Space Miners to find footage for the anime music video I wanted to make out of it, only to realize that there's really not enough footage there for the video I wanted to make. I was really disappointed, as MSM captures the feel of real life in space better than really any other anime series I've seen, and I really wanted to give people that experience. But I don't think it'd work.

Mom and I wandered around my garden for a little while, doing a bit of touch-up work here and there (watering a few plants, etc.). And we chatted, for quite awhile, about all sorts of things. And we watched the birds hopping about near the bird feeders. It was unseasonably warm today -- over 80 degrees -- so we enjoyed it as much as we could.

I then watched The Castle of Cagliostro, an early Miyazaki film. It's an adventure flick, in a similar vein to the Pink Panther movies. I loved it; it was a lot of fun. Lupin is a blast.

A big storm swept through in the evening, so I and my parents sat up in the sewing room with the windows open, letting the cool breeze envelop us as it blew through. It passed within a few hours, giving us time to talk about Bible churches, and movies, and trusting people, and what it really means to be a church pastor (living a life, not just walking a walk and talking a talk).

Then Saalon shamed me by writing half a teaser for an online webdrama he volunteered to do some work on, on top of chatting with me for much of the day and working a full day at the video store. And here I haven't written a word on Wine in days. I must purpose to be more productive like that.

I've also been thinking about some things about myself that my Mom pointed out last night. Namely, that I have a very good opinion of myself, and as a result I'm lenient on myself because I see myself as being a good person. It's sort of a weird cyclical delusion: I see myself as being a Good Employee, so I cut myself a lot of slack, which makes me not a Good Employee. And then, when I fail myself, I'm very self-condemnatory.

Plus, I have a vanity problem. I need to work on these things, to see myself for what I truly am, as well as what I want to be.

Sun, 08 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 8, 2001

Well, I couldn't go to sleep last night, so after working on the library, I finished reading Terry Pratchett's The Fifth Elephant. It was, of course, excellent; Sam Vimes goes to Uberwald, a land of werewolves and vampires, to act as an ambassador. And, trained cop that he is, he doesn't go over very well. Great stuff.

So, I slept until 1:00 p.m. (missing church :-/ ). Right now it's 1:30; I'm debating whether I should go to the store and get the rest of the Cool Whip &tm; I need for my pie or not. I have to leave here at 4:00 to get to AWANA early (I'm going to be teaching the kids how to play Redemption), so the pie would definitely take up the rest of the afternoon. Or, I could divide the hostas in my garden. Hmmmm.

Sat, 07 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 7, 2001

Hey, Glitch just pointed me in the direction of 1/0, yet another online comic (at least this one's not anime-related). The writing is amazingly deft, particularly in its current storyline regarding faith and homosexuality. And from there, I came to Freefall, a furry SF strip that I've only just begun to read. Very, very nice, though, and also well-written.

Woke up at noon today (thankfully, since I've been low on sleep lately), and immediately recorded Deathdance to a VHS tape, in preparation for sending it to Otakon's music video contest. I also spent a little time re-watching some of Mighty Space Miners, looking for footage for my third anime music video (set to Respighi's Pines of Rome).

Spent a bit of time reading <>Treasure Box by Orson Scott Card. It's excellent; I'd forgotten how good of a writer Card is. And much of Chapter 3 happens locally to me, which is really very cool. I'm only 50 pages into it, but I can hardly put it down thus far.

Oh, you want the plot? Yes, of course. It's about Quentin Fears, a boy who lost his only sister in a car accident when he was 11 and she was 15. He never really got over it, and lucked into complete financial independence, at which point he realized how little he'd done with his life. He'd pretty been waiting for his sister to come back to him. And then he meets a woman who helps him to heal amazingly well, and he marries her. And then things start to get weird.

I've also been working some on the infrastructure of the library. I'm creating a database of all the books I own, as well as the ones I've read recently. Soon, I'll have the database available in a nicely-categorized fashion, so you can browse my complete library, in many ways (including some nifty search capabilities). Including mini-reviews.

What else...did a bit of maintenance gardening, and went to the Old Brogue Irish pub with my parents for dinner. Also got the ingredients for a pie, though I found out I'll need more Cool Whip for that.

I've been getting more in a mood to do some baking of late. I've been occasionally trying recipes for years now, and I've gotten to the point where I can make a pretty good dessert. I'll make this pie tomorrow, and also do something for Easter Sunday, when my sister and her family will be coming over for dinner. Perhaps Chocolate Turtle Cheesecake? Or the simplicity of a Sweet Pie? Or even some Butterscotch Fudge?

Fri, 06 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 6, 2001

Finally! I got on Hotline today and was able to connect to bakaserver.dyndns.org, a Hotline server run by a member of the neobaka crew. He has a whole slew of anime music videos on there, so all during work I was jumping back to Hotline to grab another file. Though there were so many people trying to download that I just spent most of my time uploading my own videos.

Hotline's a pretty neat service; it's not completely revolutionary, but it's one of those ideas that just makes sense. Sorta like IRC; it's not causing any revolutions, but it's a very solid design and implementation.

All Hotline is, is a service that lets you share files and chat, all on the same server. So it does something similar to, say, Gnutella (thanks to Brennen for the explanation last night of exactly what Gnutella is), but localized, so you get more of a sense of place, of locality. Somehow, it works.

I came back from work, to help Mom finish assembling this massive wedding cake that she's making for a wedding shower on Sunday. Three layers, with all these elaborate sugar flowers. It's undoubtedly the most complex cake she's ever tried to make, and boy does it look amazing. I took pictures and videos, so I'll upload something once I get a chance.

Thu, 05 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 5, 2001

Despite the coarse language, I laughed out loud at these outtakes (now defunct) from Thundercats and Silverhawks. Sometimes you just can't stay serious when doing these sorts of things. # 7, # 5, and # 9 had me going particularly. And Silverhawks #8 is quite good.

I also stumbled across Only One (now defunct), yet another anime-style online comic strip. It's, honestly, not very well-drawn. But it's also really good, in ways I can't explain.

I only got a few hours of sleep last night, but not because of staying up late -- I went to bed at midnight (I don't get up until 8:00 in the morning, so that's a decent bedtime), but sleep refused to come no matter how hard I tried. So, I spent some time re-working the library, which really needs an overhaul. I think I've got something that will do very nicely.

I also came up with some thoughts on how to re-write the first episode of Wine. I know now what I want to get across, and in what directorial style. I'm hoping to get that written in the next couple of days. Well, ideally, I'd write it tonight, but I can't be sure that I can get to it.

Wed, 04 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 4, 2001

Today I finished up my COMDEX report, adding in the pictures I took. I'll be cleaning it any niggling little problems over the next few days. It greatly increases the amount of time it takes to load this page, but graphics make webpages look so much better. Now if only I could get into the habit of adding borders to my pictures.

I've been working on an intriguing little game design: Hover. It's played from a top-down perspective, but is designed as a multiplayer deathmatch-style game. Plus, I have some interesting little strategic ideas. And it'd be fairly easy to write, provided I designed it properly. Will have to see where it goes.

Pretty much on a whim, I picked up a book-on-tape reading of Sun Tzu's The Art of War last week. I finished listening to it today -- I'll post a review soon -- and skimmed the library for something else interesting. I found a Terry Brooks stand-alone modern fantasy novel called A Knight of the Word, which sounded intriguing. I've never been impressed with Brooks' writing, but I figured I'd give him a chance.

So, I listened to the first few pages' worth of A Knight of the Word on the way back from work. I'm very disappointed; I'll be taking the tapes back to the library tomorrow. There's just so little use of the language; almost all of the descriptions I heard were nearly cliches. They have a copy of Robert Jordan's A Path of Daggers, which I still haven't finished reading; maybe I'll try that instead.

That's about all I have to report at the moment. I've spent much of today getting back up-to-speed at work, and cleaning up stuff at home.

Tue, 03 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 3, 2001

My alarm squealed into my ear at 8:00 in the morning, so I got up and began preparing for my day. My panel wasn't until 10:15, so I had plenty of time.

I decided to order room service for breakfast, figuring that it would be one less thing for me to worry about. I ordered two eggs, hash browns, toast, and orange juice, which worked out to $11. Not bad. I ironed my pants and Be shirt, dressed, and left.

The shuttle service to COMDEX was a bit confused; the first bus was almost full, and there were probably seventy people waiting for it. A few frustrated Linux advocates (or so their shirts proclaimed) hopped into taxis, but I got a bus within fifteen minutes. Ten minutes later I was stepping into the McCormick Center.

This was big. The center was so massive that it was hosting other conventions at the same time. In fact, we had to be careful not to wander into the Waste Expo. Yes, it is what you think.

After spending some time trying to figure out where to sign in, I got my badge and headed off to the speakers' lounge.


:sigh: They didn't even get the company name right.

I arrived at the lounge just in time to head over to our actual panel room, and chatted with Andy Gore of MacWorld on the way over. Very nice, straightforward guy.

I arrived, sat down on the podium, and pretty much just twiddled my thumbs. The room was not unlike a large classroom in a university, and a few people trickled in. I was asked the order in which I'd like to go; I opted for last (it would give me the opportunity to respond to the other panelists' presentations). Finally it was time to begin.


The vast audience that we addressed

We only had about twenty people there, which was a bit of a shame because one of the Linux advocates just happened to be Larry Augustine (founder and CEO of VA Linux). Everyone gave their speeches (I'll post more on that later), there were a few questions about .Net and the installed base of Mac users, and that was that.

I then wandered around COMDEX for awhile. It really is incredibly gaudy. Mercedes-Benz was there (?!), and they had a giant spinning Mercedes-Benz logo in the center of the main exhibition space...and it was hard to pick out. One vendor had a bubble machine, blowing bubbles everywhere. HP had built a little Formula-1 model and put a printer atop it. People were giving full-scale presentations to small audiences. It was really weird.

As I shouldered my way through the crowds, I stumbled across some IA's, and couldn't resist updating this page. So, I posted this:

Hey, I'm at COMDEX, writing this on a Compaq iPAQ in the National Semiconductor booth. My panel went well; I was sitting next to Andy Gore of MacWorld and Larry Augustine of VA Linux. Kinda hard to get used to that.

I'll also have to scan my access badge, which is...most interesting.

But anyway, the big thing is that everything has gone extremely well, by God's grace. And this keyboard kinda sucks (why rename "HOME" to "BEGIN"?).


Chicago from McCormick Center

I'd seen all I wanted to see by 1:00; I didn't really want to stick around for the various panels. I grabbed a "What To See in Chicago" book, skimmed it, and decided to visit the Art Institute of Chicago Museum. So I went outside, grabbed a cab, had a lovely chat with the cabbie about faith and God and knowledge, and went into the Art Institute.

Turned out this was "Ford Free Tuesdays," where the Ford Motor Company sponsors the museum for the entire day, and anyone can go in free of charge. The crowds were fairly thick, of course, but not bad at all (five or ten people per room). They had Seurat's Un dimanche après-midi à l'Ile de la Grande Jatte, which was wonderful to look at. I actually chatted with a lovely college girl who was sitting next to me, and we just chatted about the painting and life.


Just a random building; I thought it was a nice shot


There's this little memorial to Abraham Lincoln near the Art Institute (Honest Abe was born in Illinois). I was struck by the odd contrast of this great statesman of old, looking very traditional, with all those skyscrapers in the background.

My flight didn't leave until 9:00 p.m., so I still had plenty of time to kill. I walked over to the Field Museum, where I saw Sue, the largest and most complete Tyrannosaurus Rex skeleton ever found, and viewed the stuffed remains of the man-eating lions of Tsavo, upon which the film The Ghost and the Darkness was based.


Another shot of the city


Lake Michigan

At this point I realized that I was low on cash. This was a real shame, as I'd wanted to eat at an authentic Chicago pizza parlor while I was there. Ah well; I caught a taxi back to Chicago O'Hare and ate a fantastic steak and cheese sandwich at a Chili's there.

I still had several hours before my flight, and I wanted something light to read, so I pulled out Pratchett's The Fifth Elephant and got about halfway through it before boarding. I decided against reading it in-flight; due to high humor content, a Pratchett book in a small space can be a dangerous thing.

The flight went very smoothly; we disembarked, I walked to my truck, I gave my parents a buzz to let them know I was back safely, and I drove home. After being debriefed by them (and giving them some souvenirs), I went to bed at 2 a.m., the day an unqualified success.

Mon, 02 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 2, 2001

Well, today I left for COMDEX. Had to drive to Baltimore-Washington Airport and leave my truck in the parking garage, an expensive mistake.

My plane taxi'ed out to the runway just as evening was giving the watch over to night. It took us a little while to reach the runway, then....

I hope I never tire of the thrill of take-off. Feeling the surge of raw power beneath you, and knowing that you are about to defy the technology of a thousand generations, who said that it is impossible for man to fly. Your back presses into the cushion of your seat, and your ears pop, and you can feel yourself tipping back, and back, and back...and you're airborne. Actually in the air, with nothing beneath you.

I looked down, and the magic of flight overpowered me. Streets and houses blurred into spiderwebs of light, soaked with rain and glistening. Soon they became like butterflies, spread out and pinned down so that we could appreciate the intricate patterns of neon and flourescent lighting.


Chicago from the air (click for a larger, detailed view)

Then the clouds shouldered their way into my view, partially blocking the ground from my sight. But I happened to glance up. Oh, how with that one glance, my disappointment was shattered like thin glass. I looked up, and I saw space.

We've all looked up at the stars on a warm summer night and, with our mouths hanging open, amazed ourselves with the thought that that's space. I was not feeling that sort of awe.

I sensed, deep within my soul, the nearness of it. Space -- our last frontier -- was right there. I recognized the cliche even as I thought that I could almost reach out and touch space. It was close. So immediate.

The plane ride was successful, with no major mishap. Though as I was reading the time from my new pocketwatch (for, perhaps, the twentieth time that evening), my fingers slipped and the watch fell underneath my seat. We had just landed and the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign was still on, so I had to fidget in silence for a few minutes before being allowed to throw off my seat belt and hurl myself under the seat. Fortunately, I retrieved the watch without problem.


An underground tunnel at O'Hare


The same, from further down the tunnel

I exited O'Hare airport (leaving through a tunnel bedecked in pulsating waves of neon and shifting electronic notes), grabbed a taxi, and soon found myself in the Essex Inn of Chicago, a much larger place than one might expect from its name. I noted a lobby placard proclaiming shuttle service to COMDEX, and went to my room.


My room


The beds


The lovely artwork

The room was perfectly serviceable; somewhat battered, but clean and well-stocked. After taking a shower -- which, as expected, calmed my nerves -- I called home, then watched a bit of TV. The only notable thing I caught was the last few minutes of an episode of The Big O, which is certainly arresting, if quite odd. Then I turned the lights off, forced myself to follow my routine for sleep, and dropped off into the land of slumber.

Sun, 01 Apr 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 1, 2001

Well, I woke up late this morning, so I didn't get to church. I did get to my niece's birthday party, which was very enjoyable. I videotaped it, which gave me something to do.

We got back late, so Dad dropped me off at AWANA, where I told the kids I'd be arriving early next week to teach them how to play Redemption. That should be fun, particularly now that I've found out that the church is going to be scheduling tournaments.

I then tried to hold a DSP meeting, but Saalon didn't show up. Turned out he had company, so Brennen and I chatted very pleasantly (as always). Then I finished packing and went to bed. Exciting.

Thu, 31 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 31, 2001

Woke up this morning to find my stomach an aching pit, and my mind searching for ways to bail out of the trip. The human penchant for nervousness can be an annoying thing. I'd gotten over it by the afternoon, though; by then, I was just excited. Excited-nervous, but excited nonetheless.

After going over my e-mails, I went outside and pulled out the lawnmower. I had decided to cut the lawns shorter than usual, so as to have that much less to wrestle with when we get back, but that created such a vast sea of grass clippings that I had to rake it all up for fear it'd kill the living grass underneath it. I ended up mowing the upper lawn short, but mowing the rear lawn at the regular height. Well, so much for that idea.

I then ran to a deli to get sandwiches for Dad and me (Mom's as nervous as a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs, so she didn't want to eat), and after a satisfying lunch of Philly Chicken Cheese subs, I drove to my bank to swap out backup tapes at my safe deposit box (it feels so good to have regular backups stored off-site; I never expected to feel so reassured), then to Best Buy for some spare DV tapes.

[Sony DCR-TRV900 Digital Camcorder]

I'd planned on bringing my digital camcorder to Europe. I was somewhat afraid that it'll be stolen, but really wanted to record the trip as much as possible. Since I had a bunch of stuff on my current three DV tapes, I wanted extra tapes. So, I had two blank 60-minute tapes ready to go.

Mom had been feeling nervous for days leading up to today. It was nothing too bad; nothing more than a general sense of uneasiness had settled over her frame of mind. Nothing she couldn't handle.

So, we packed, and finished up all those last-minute chores that seem to hide for weeks before popping out at you unexpectedly. I cleaned the house, mowed the lawns (rather too short in my desire to mow them as low as possible), put a backup tape in my safe deposit box, and stopped delivery of our mail. We finished everything with a bit of time to spare, giving us time to relax before a friend drove by to take us to the airport.

The trip to the airport was pleasant and blessedly uneventful. Mom and her friend chatted amiably. We arrived, hauled ourselves into the airport, found our way to the incredibly long Air France line, and waited.

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We watched people walk by. We watched little dogs trot by. We shuffled forward in line.

After approximately three geological epochs, we made it to the front of the Air France line, received boarding passes from the lovely lady behind the counter, explained that we weren't checking any bags (we'd made sure to avoid that; trans-continental flights tend to batter bags really badly), and headed off towards our flight's gate. Our flight wasn't schedule to leave for an hour. We had everything with us. All was well.

Except for Mom.

That little bout of nervousness had grown into full-scale fear. She was outwardly calm; the only trace of fear on her face were her slightly wide eyes. But this was just pre-flight nervousness, right?

An hour later, she was rocking back and forth in her airport seat, eyes wide, crying slightly. She was doing her best to keep absolute panic at bay.

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We asked her what was wrong; she whimpered that it was the airplane. She didn't want to go on that airplane, but she so wanted to go on the trip. And this isn't her first time flying, or her first trip to Europe. She's had pre-flight jitters before, but nothing like this.

We re-assured her that if she decided not to go, we wouldn't go. She nodded, and said that she'd try to go. So many thoughts raced through her mind; Tough it out; Don't disappoint Bob and Brent; You can beat this!

She couldn't make herself get out of the airport seat, so we gently coaxed her up and helped her to board the plane. We found our seats and sat down; Dad and Mom were "alone" together in one aisle, and I was across from them in the next aisle. I looked over at Mom.

Mom was crying at full force now. She wasn't panicking; she was keeping a tight rein on a dark, primal fear that threatened to burst out of her at any moment. Dad was trying to re-assure her, but she could barely even hear him. I furrowed my brows in sympathy, but what could I do?

bing bing "Welcome aboard Air France, flight 29 to Paris. Please stow all luggage...."

I furrowed my brows in sympathy, but couldn't think of a thing to do. I tried to take my mind off of Mom, figuring that Dad was taking care of her and I couldn't do anything from my seat anyway. I pulled out a notebook and started scribbling down a program design I'd had in my head.

I was too distracted to concentrate, though. I couldn't get my mind off of Mom.

bing bing "Welcome aboard Air France, flight 29 to Paris. Please stow...."

I had just closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose when I felt a tug at my sleeve. It was Dad.

"We're going to have to go."

I nodded briskly and gathered my things. Mom was still miserable; she didn't want to cancel our trip. We hustled off the plane and down the ramp, which began to move underneath our feet. They closed the plane door behind us and brought us in to the lounge. We sat down and Mom began to cry in earnest.

Our trip was over.

The Air France personnel were terrific; they consoled Mom, telling her that people get scared like this all the time. Even frequent air travellers -- and my Mom's been on five trans-Atlantic vacations -- will sometimes just not be able to go.

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Mom was still miserable, and worse, she was miserable about being miserable. She felt like she'd let us down, like her irrational fear had caused us a major inconvenience.

But if we had to choose between Paris or her happiness, Paris would lose in an instant. She just simply couldn't face that plane flight, and that was OK with us. We weren't about to force her into this; it's a vacation, after all. It's for fun.

So, we called the friend who'd taken us to the airport, and she came right over and hugged Mom and took us back to the house. Mom felt bad, but we kept telling her that this was OK with us. We weren't going to be hurt or disapointed or angry because of Mom's very real anxiety.

We decided we'd go to breakfast together in the morning, and we all went off to bed.

Wed, 30 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 30, 2001

Tomorrow at about 5:30 p.m. I'll haul a backpack and a video camera onto a jumbo jet bound for Paris, France. My stomach has that curiously empty feeling I get when I'm truly nervous. I'm not hungry, though, which is good. I almost always get ravenous when I'm nervous.

Today was pleasantly productive at work. I had a number of last-minute jobs to take care of, but had plenty of time in which to complete them. I ended up leaving a little early.

One of the things I did during down-time today was finish reading all of Joel's articles on Joel on Software. It's made me think about AtheOS and its status as a niche OS. How do you bring new users to a niche OS? Eliminate barriers to entry. Make it easy for them to get the same work that they do in Windows done on AtheOS.

This means that (1) native AtheOS apps should make it easy for people to come over to AtheOS (want to import to Word? Cool! Want to export to Word? No problem!), and (2) it should be easy to port apps from other operating systems.

Which means that maybe I should put Clio aside and instead concentrate on a BeOS-to-AtheOS code converter (which wouldn't be perfect, but would eliminate a lot of the hassle involved in porting), or a Visual Basic clone.

Maybe.

Tue, 29 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 29, 2001

I and my parents will be leaving for Europe this Thursday. We'll spent two entire weeks on another continent. Weird. It's so close now.

I do plan on using a few net cafes while I'm over there, and updating this diary from those. I hope to be able to write beautiful prose about the cities I've visited.

Yeah. Sure.

Anyvay, I'll also be checking a personal e-mail address from there (God bless web-based e-mail): <gurney@webmages.com>. If you need to get ahold of me, e-mail me at that address; I'll try to check it every couple of days. I'll take it down after I get back, to avoid spambots finding that address.

I've been skimming Joel on Software, an excellent site about principles of software development. The "Joel" in question is Joel Spolsky, who worked for Microsoft (on Excel and other things) and Juno. In terms of usefulness, interest, and writing ability, his site ranks right up there with Ask Tog, in my opinion. I hope I can remember to check it often.

And it's time for another poll; this time, about the best OS for power users. Last week's poll came out like so:

What do you think about war?
- There's always a better way. (33%)
- War is sometimes necessary. (41%)
- War is a legitimate tool of the state. (8%)
- I don't like to think about it. (16%)
Mon, 28 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 28, 2001

Today's Memorial Day. I've been pleasantly productive, as it happens. I wrote some more of my modern-day short story, finished Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone (read my review), and planted several things in the garden.

I also updated my garden diary scripts to display images before and after the gardening update, if appropriate images have been uploaded. I hope this will encourage me to take more photos of my garden, as this will provide pictorial proof of my gardening efforts.

Come to think of it, my garden site is in serious need of a complete overhaul.

Writing Thoughts

Mon

I spent about an hour today working on my currently untitled short story, set in the modern day New England town of Outlook-on-Cove. No SF or fantasy here; this is a story about present-day people and present-day problems. It's an excellent writing exercise.

Unfortunately, it's also taking me a long time to write the story. I'm unused to the style, which requires a lot of descriptive prose. I'm also having to feel my way around the narrative structure of this sort of story; a character-based drama centering around a married couple's argument is an awkward sort of story for me to unfold.

Sun, 27 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 27, 2001

Didn't make it to church this morning; I woke up with a bad headache. At first I thought I had a hangover, but I'd only consumed two gulps of champagne and half a glass of Chardonnay the night before. Weird.

I decided to clear my head by watching some anime, so I watched Cowboy Bebop ("Mushroom Samba," to be exact) and episodes 7 and 8 of Bubblegum Crisis 2040. Good stuff all around; I'll try to post a mini-review later.

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I spent most of the afternoon drawing. I'd managed to interest my Mom in exercising her artistic desires, so we shared a room as she used watercolor pencils to copy a painting, and I sketched anime faces. They turned out quite well, too (check out one and two empty anime faces, and a nifty little shot of Eliza being coy).

I then got on the phone with Saalon, and we talked for the rest of the evening, mostly about the state of the animation industry.

Sat, 26 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 26, 2001

Great. Judging from the wheezing sounds, Lady's power supply needs to be replaced. The poor thing's stuck into a little space underneath my computer desk, and it's got to be hot and poorly-ventilated under there. Lemme check its internal temperature...hmmm, only 75.8 degrees Farenheit. Not too bad.

Anyway, I dropped off my submission packet for "Anime Explained" at the post office before Coffee and Classics (everything in that manila envelope was rather heavy, so I needed to have it weighed for exact postage). I had a good time with Suzie, going over the first 30 pages of The Pilgrim's Progress. Chris didn't show up; I guess he forgot.

I got home and did nothing of consequence before heading off to a wedding. Jeff and Laurie had the perfect "small" wedding. At least 150 people attended, but it felt cozy.

The reception was at a local hotel. The food was excellent, as was the company; a number of people from work were there, so I spent much of the night chatting with them. My parents stayed on longer than I would've liked, though; we didn't leave until 11:00.

Writing Thoughts

Sat

I submitted "Anime Explained" to Parents magazine this morning. Whew. For some reason, that feels like a momentous occasion to me. "Real" writers do this literally every day (or at least every week). Heh.

So, what next? Probably that short story I'm working on. Modern-day, set in this little seaside community named Outlook-on-Cove.

Fri, 25 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 25, 2001

The company as a whole hit a bunch of milestones this morning, so we were all allowed to go home early. I went straight to the gym, did weights (is there any better term than "did weights"?), and tried to exercise on a stair-stepper machine. Unfortunately, I quickly discovered that I can't read while I step, just because of the design of the machine, so I spent 15 minutes quite bored, always stepping upwards. After 15 minutes I transferred to a treadmill (this being 1:30 in the afternoon, the gym was practically deserted, so I could choose my machinery), and just flat-out ran like the wind for five minutes.

That was fun.

No, really. I love the freedom that comes from running as fast as my legs can carry me. It's one of the reasons why I'm trying to train myself to be able to run in races.

When I got home, I spent a few hours talking with Mom. She's dealing with a few things, so she needs someone to bounce her perceptions off of. And, we listened to the first side of the first tape of Martin the Warrior, which she enjoyed as much as I did.

I spent most of the rest of the day puttering about. I managed to code a quite robust XML tag parser for Clio, as well as try out doxygen under AtheOS (it doesn't seem to work at all; the app exits immediately whenever I try to run it).

Writing Thoughts

Fri

I put together a submission package for "Anime Explained" today, in preparation for mailing it out tomorrow.

What's a submission package? It's just a collection of everything that's needed to submit an article to a publisher. It contains:

Then all of that is fastened together with the all-important paper clip, and slid into a manila envelope, which is addressed to the publisher. My submission to Parents magazine is now sitting on my desk, waiting to be mailed.

Thu, 24 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 24, 2001

I've already received one set of comments on Paste, which I plan to implement tonight if I get a chance. I'll be awfully busy tonight, though; I need to mow the lawn during this brief respite from the rain, and I should clean the house.

About those comments on Paste, though. The commenter pointed out that some pieces of the UI can overlap. When I asked for clarification, he explained that if the window is resized to be tiny (e.g., 50 pixels wide), there's not enough room for all the controls, and so they bunch up.

The thing is...Paste is a tool for changing the desktop wallpaper, which is typically a huge image. You'd never need to make the window small; in fact, you'd want the window to be as large as possible. It's not that I don't appreciate the comment -- it is a valid issue -- it's just funny that this is the first thing that people note. It's a good example of the Engineering mindset.

I suppose I should be comforted that this is the most noticeable bug so far.

Hmmm. I should note, in case you readers don't know, that I change these diary entries fairly often. I've gone in and edited a past entry several times this week, simply because I had written those entries early in the day, before something significant had occurred. So, you may want to skim past entries occasionally to ensure that nothing's been changed.

The current poll on war is certainly getting interesting.

Wed, 23 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 23, 2001

I don't like sleep. I have this negative mental image of sleep robbing me of productive hours. Hours when I could be doing things.

Last night, I didn't get to bed until 1:30 a.m. Partially it was my attitude towards sleep, and partly it was the dreaded drug known as programming.

It's like I told Saalon the other day; I treat coding the same way that I treat creative writing. A program that I write is my baby, and I want it to look and work its best. And when you've almost got a feature working just right, except for this one little mis-alignment, you tend to get obssessive.

I got one little AtheOS program working at...ohhh...about 12:30 a.m. The app is named Paste (as in "wallpaper paste"), and it lets you change the background wallpaper image using a graphical interface. It had some major flaws, though, so I didn't release it until the evening, when I'd had a chance to re-design it.

What else. I went down to a local nursery and nearly bought over $100 worth of stuff. I restrained myself and only bought one Bleeding Heart plant. I wanted some very large pots (several of my plants have overrun their containers), but even plastic ones are $40-$50. No, thanks.

I've been greatly enjoying the audiobook of Martin the Warrior. Great stuff, as usual for a Redwall book. Didn't realize that this one follows Martin as a kid.

Writing Thoughts

Wed

I finished "Anime Explained" tonight.

Of course, I didn't really finish it. Nothing I've ever written has ever been truly finished. I could always go back and tweak the wording of a phrase here or a sentence there. But I've decided to stop editing it, and go forward with what I have.

And by "go forward," I mean that it is now time for me to submit "Anime Explained" for publication. I plan to do put together a submission package tomorrow night.

It's been a long time since I submitted anything for publication in print. The last submission would've been "Separated From Mother," an SF story I wrote years ago. Wow.

I'm glad that I'm starting to submit again. This should be much more frequent than it is.

Tue, 22 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 22, 2001

There's been a lot of talk on the AtheOS developer list about my proposed document format for Clio (the AtheOS word processor I'm writing). I initially made it XML-like, and there are enough benefits to making it legal XML that I decided to make it conform to the XML standard.

However, I don't plan on using a generic XML parser, or on following the principles behind XML too closely. It's not that XML is bad; it's just that obssessively following its underlying design philosophy is suboptimal for a word processor, I feel. Some things are just cleaner if I break with tradition.

An example? Breaking the document out into Chapter-like sections. I've decided to have a separate tag -- <section/> -- just for that purpose, which marks the beginning of the section. There's no end tag. I could have an end tag, and make sure that each <section> is matched with a </section> tag that comes right before the next <section> tag, but why? </section> is implied by the position of the next <section> tag.

I received my cel of Mitsuki Sanada (Dual Parallel Trouble Adventure) from Anime Barn, so I'm happy with them. They have two other cels that I'm itching to grab, too. Can't do it just yet, though; my VISA bill is still too high.

And it's time for a new poll. Two-thirds of you thought that BeOS provides the best newbie user experience, while one-third thought that the title belonged to MacOS. The new poll is about war. Is it necessary?

Writing Thoughts

Tue

Added a new tutorial to AtheDocs, about implementing drop-down menus. It's not exactly what I wanted to have written tonight, but it is writing.

Mon, 21 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 21, 2001

Sheesh, I'm getting behind in my diary entries.

Sunday was quite uneventful, though. After an excellent service in the morning at The Falls Church, and a sermon on fasting, I spent most of the (drizzly) day mucking about with AtheOS programming and writing.

Well, that's not really true. Saalon shot me a heartfelt e-mail about an argument we'd had the night before over a script he wrote. He felt worried and just sort of lost as a result, and wanted to make his feelings known to me. We sat down and had a good heart-to-heart talk.

...And then I brought up the GNU Public License, and got into another heated argument about the nature of rights and freedom in software. I'm embarrassed to admit that I got hot under the collar, but after I backed down we had a really good discussion.

I had been operating under a false impression of the nature of the GPL. I hadn't understood that the GPL simply says that the source code to a GPL'ed app must be provided upon request (or along with the compiled binary).

This doesn't keep anyone from making money off of an application, though obviously it's a questionable choice for a commercial developer. Though when you consider that distributing a compiled copy of a commercial app would be illegal and operate as warez, I wonder how much damage it would do. I mean, people already warez software; providing the source code wouldn't necessarily make the warez any easier to find. It'd have to stay "under the radar," which is where warez is anyway.

In any event, I've been moving forward on all three of my AtheOS projects:

...And I just found out that my back-ordered copy of Yoshitoshi ABe's artbook Essence has begun shipping. Yeehaw!

Writing Thoughts

Mon

Brennen was kind enough to give me feedback on "Anime Explained." I made a lot of the changes he recommended, and printed out the result. I want to read it again tomorrow night, on paper, and see how it flows.

I still need to add a section about the positive aspects of anime (as suggested by Saalon), but that can wait. I also want to re-word the article to have a friendlier and more relaxed tone than it does now. Reading a paper copy should help me with that goal.

Once I've completed those changes -- which shouldn't take too long -- I'll be ready to submit it.

Sun, 20 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 20, 2001 Sun

Got some feedback today from Saalon on "Anime Explained," and have been making a number of changes to the article as a result. I've decided to take the "history" section and make it a sidebar, and I'll add a new section on the positive aspects of anime.

I've also been increasingly interested in writing some present-day fiction. Perhaps it's due to my recent subscription to the DorothyL (a mailing list devoted to mystery literature). No matter; I still want to evoke some magic in the here and now. So, I'm planning to spend some time with my Outlook-on-Cove short story some time this week.

I've always wanted to write science fiction or fantasy. Present-day fiction has never appealed to me, either in the reading or the writing of it. But writing for the present day flows so easily for me that I'm beginning to believe I was meant for it.

Sat, 19 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 19, 2001

Well, I met with "Dave" this morning (remember, the guy I met at B&N?). That was an experience.

He's involved in a sort of MLM business, but based online and using discounts at online stores. The idea is that I sign on and get discounts at various stores. If I sign on anyone else, then when they buy stuff, I would get a small percentage kickback, as sort of a referral bonus. If I sign on a lot of people and they buy a lot of things, I get a lot of money.

He claims that this is legitimate, and I believe it. I still don't try the whole enterprise, though. I think I was put off by the lack of material about the business; they don't have an informational website; Dave said he prefers to "guide people through" their network. Why are they so closed off?

Unfortunately, I feel highly uncomfortable with brushing people off during face-to-face conversations, and I did need time to think about this (I need time alone to make decisions). So, when he invited me to a presentation at his house this Tuesday, I said I'd call him tomorrow (Sunday) with a decision. After I drove away and called home to tell my parents about it, I realized that I just plain wasn't interested. So, I'll call him tomorrow and tell him so.

Overall, I'm glad I met with him. It's turning out to be useless, but I'm glad I took the chance on him. It could've been something worthwhile, and as such, it was worth checking out.

I then did a few errands. I opened up a safe deposit box at my local bank, and placed a tape backup of my websites inside. I hope to do that every week.

I also went to the library and returned the audio recording of Heinlein's The Cat Who Walks Through Walls that I had borrowed. It's well-written and pretty well-plotted, but it's often crude. And there's just nothing really to grab my attention in the book; none of the characters are particularly gripping, nor is the plot particularly intriguing.

[Image of Martin the Warrior]

Fortunately, after studying the library's book-on-tape selection, I turned around and came face-to-dustjacket with a shelf of children's books-on-tape. And there was a recording of Brian Jacques' Martin the Warrior (part of the Redwall series).

It's no ordinary recording, though; it's an unabridged ensemble recording, narrated by the author, but with a full cast speaking the different parts. And, heck, they even sing the songs. It's fantastic.

I then came home and mucked about with AtheOS programming. I finally got my test app to compile and run properly, but now I'm having trouble figuring out how to draw images. Looks like I need to install a whole bunch of libraries. I need to draw images, as my first full-scale application will be a utility to handle desktop wallpaper. :sigh: Frustrating.

Then, I was off to a wedding (Caleb and Erin's), which was fantastic. Everything went smoothly (as far as I could tell). Caleb did something I want to do at my own wedding: When he was told to kiss the bride, he looked out at the guests and winked.

Fri, 18 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 18, 2001

Well, this morning Kurt Skauen answered my plea for help, explaining why my test AtheOS application kept bombing out. Now it runs; it just doesn't display the window. :sigh: Back to checking every single character of my code for a typo....

Of course, I should be using this time to work on the design of the AtheOS word processor I'm trying to make. I know what I want to do, but I really should get it all written down on paper to work out the problems that I'm sure to have. Time spent on design is never wasted.

Been having a very interesting conversation with Saalon about the film industry. He pointed out something that I never really grokked: In film, priority is given to somebody with one big success (and maybe some flops) over someone with many smaller successes and no failures. Kevin Smith has made four movies, all of which have turned a profit, but he has to fight tooth and nail to find funding for his films. But Paul Verhoeven, who's made many flops, is given lots of money.

Heck, I'll just quote Saalon:

That's the problem I have with the entertainment industry. I understand that it's a business, but you're running your business badly. In the business world, most investors look for a reasonable return, and a stable plan to get them there. Hollywood has become the Lotto, pumping out films hoping for the Big Payoff. And a good investor doesn't play the Lotto.

Saalon also pointed me in the direction of Doug Chiang Studio, which is working on this..thing named Robota. It looks like Star Wars, only completely different. Hard to describe. I'm drooling at the prospect, though.

In completely unrelated news, Piro's latest rant on MegaTokyo deals with art and entertainment in a lot of interesting ways. Plus, he's linked to pictures of himself. :-) I had no idea he was so old, comparatively speaking.

And while we're on the comic front, 1/0 has been doing some really interesting stuff lately. It's a good example of how important good writing is on a strip, art aside.

Thu, 17 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 17, 2001

Tried to work on Wine tonight, but just didn't have the energy. I had a really upset stomach all evening, so I couldn't face writing. I even opened up script 3 and put my fingers on the keybard, but nothing came out.

It wasn't writer's block; it was lack of mental energy. I just couldn't think, which is terribly frustrating as a writer. And I know I'll be really busy over the next few days, so this may be my last chance for awhile. :sigh:

Still waiting on Saalon and Brennen for comments on "Anime Explained."

Wed, 16 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 16, 2001

So, here it is, Wednesday. I've been having trouble going to sleep lately, so I feel a bit like a zombie. I'll apologize in advance for anything weird in this entry.

I had trouble drawing last night. I'm trying to draw twelve consecutive female figures from a couple of fashion magazines that I have, to improve my skill at drawing the human body. Last night's attempt just didn't come out right. It wasn't bad; it was just seriously misshapen; her torso was way too small. I don't think it can count as one of the twelve drawings, since I can't bring myself to finish it.

Saalon and I had a long talk about Daemonsong Productions. We've decided to drop "The Once and Future Man," and put Daemonsong on a back burner. We'll focus on Points of View and Saalon's new short film "leet". I committed to write one column per week for POV, as well as any reviews I can come up with.

This is a good thing, I think. We had originally wanted to make a huge media empire out of DSP, which is something that we honestly can't do. Now we can focus on just a few things.

I also outlined my vision for Otherspace Productions: While I plan to continue work on Wine, I'm going to spend more time working on ideas for a short-short film, a couple of minutes long, that will serve as a try-out of the whole distributed studio concept.

[Image of PolyKarbon]

Here's the idea for the short-short: imagine a girl not unlike PolyKarbon (see her on the right), fighting her way through a sort of post-apocalyptic Ringworld-esque abandoned city, in search of...something. Lots of cool action sequences, with a bit of a plot thrown in.

We got started talking about all this when I spilled the beans about the comic book I want to draw, once my art skills have solidified. Rather than explain the comic book idea in detail here, I'll point you to the chat log.

When I returned home, I was pleased to see that my order from Right Stuf had (partially) arrived; Bubblegum Crisis 2040 DVD 3 is now mine, as well a VHS tape of Slayers. The rest of the order is Yoshitoshi ABe's new artbook "Essence," which is backordered. :sigh:

Writing Thoughts

Wed

Did some work on Wine tonight, writing the beginning of one long climactic scene in epsiode 3. It came out well, but it was tough going. Once I'd written 500 words I stopped, even though I'd really just begun the scene. Couldn't face writing any more of it, though, and I have enough going on that I'm content to only write the minimum amount for tonight.

Tue, 15 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 15, 2001

I had the oddest experience last night.

I've been wishing for a copy of vi (the text editor) for AtheOS for awhile now. I couldn't stand it any longer last night, so I went to vim.org, downloaded the latest Unix source package, transferred it to my AtheOS machine (Lady), and tried to compile it. To my shock, it compiled and ran fine.

I'd just ported vi to AtheOS.

I've never ported anything before. I've always regarded application porting as a byzantine act best left to highly-skilled coders, like kernel hacking or writing video drivers. It was really weird to think that I'd just ported a popular app to AtheOS; it's like one day deciding to solder together an Ethernet card, and watching it work flawlessly. It helped that I didn't have to change anything in the vim source, of course.

So, I put it up on a little webpage, added an entry on Kamidake, and announced it to the AtheOS community. Maybe it's already been ported, but this is such a good feeling.

Mon, 14 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 14, 2001

Work was uneventful today; we had to get some work done by close of business today, but we were able to do it with plenty of time to spare. Now we'll be entering a bit of down-time, which we hope to use to get ahead in some other projects.

After returning home, I finished my dinner from Saturday night, and immediately cleaned my part of the house. Mom had decided to clean much of it today, so I only had to dust my part. It felt so good to do that.

I've decided that I'm going to set aside time on Thursday nights to clean the house. In the past, I've just left it as "something to do on the weekend," but realistically I'll be more consistent with the cleaning if it has a regular timeslot.

I then managed to actually keep my schedule, though I also had to spend some time arranging for payment of several recent eBay purchases. I drew a new sketch, part of my "Twelve Labors of Brentules" (where I'm trying to draw 12 actual human girls out of fashion magazines to improve my proportions, before I work on anything else drawing-related), as well as completing today's devotions (in Jeremiah, which is pretty heavy stuff).

What'd I buy on eBay? An anime cel of Kazuki Yotsuga from Dual! Parallel Trouble Adventure (see my cel gallery for a picture of it), the soundtrack to Dual!, one secret item, and two cute little anime pins: one of Lain from serial experiments lain, and one of Ein from Cowboy Bebop. Right now I'm also thinking about buying a bunch of other anime cels, based on a long conversation with Saalon this morning about various cels we're looking for.

I mentioned my plans to write an AtheOS word processor on the AtheOS discussion list the other day, and that's become the discussion du jour. It's gratifying, especially now that Kamidake (my AtheOS software directory) is getting about 30 hits a day. I'm making a difference in this community, which always pleases me.

Writing Thoughts

Got some feedback from Brennen on "Anime Explained." Still waiting on Saalon's feedback, now that he has the most recent version of the article. Once I get feedback from both of them, I'll submit the article somewhere.

Sun, 13 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 13, 2001

Spent most of the morning upgrading Kamidake, my AtheOS software directory site. It's getting quite feature-rich now, I must admit; I can now add software entries using a web-based form (instead of hand-editing the files), and I've put in the substructure for separate developer entries.

I've just realized that I'll really need to create a separate MySQL database for Kamidake. Which is sort of unfortunate.

Anyway, today we went to my sister's house to celebrate Mother's Day. We were served an excellent meal, after which we went to the Lewis Ginter Botanical Garden, a beautiful, vast garden estate. Though my sister's kids wore us down a bit, we had a great time.

They had a garden shop. Whenever I come across a garden shop, my wallet tends to run screaming in the other direction, thanks to past experience. Today was no exception to the rule; I spent $80 on books and gifts (one great big book on shade gardening, another on gardening in my area, and four bottles of hand lotion, which will make excellent Christmas gifts). 'Twas well worth it, though; I doubt I could find those things anywhere else.

I came home and mowed the side lawn, then tried to check up on an eBay auction only to find myself unable to dial-in to Frontline. After several frustrating minutes I called Saalon and had him check on the status of my auctions. He was able to make one bid for me, and none of the others were in danger. I was able to get online later in the evening and take care of it.

Around 10:00 I gathered up the trash and took it out to the street. I returned to the house to be confronted by my Mom, who surprised me with a lecture. I was even more surprised to realize that I deserved it.

See, I still hadn't cleaned the house (which should've been done the day before), I'd waited until dusk on Sunday to mow the lawn, and I was only just now doing the trash. On Mother's Day.

I went to bed and thought things over. Mom was right; I don't do my chores on time. I don't do a lot of things on time. It's a trait that I should change. I continued to worry about it, with no real solution presenting itself, as I slowly fell asleep.

Sat, 12 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 12, 2001

I drove to Maryland this morning to a meeting of my "Coffee and Classics" book club. We've decided to forego meetings at The Tea Cozy in Alexandria, and instead meet at Suzie's house. Her directions were flawless, and I had a great time driving through lovely neighborhoods.

Suzie had copies of Pilgrim's Progress, which will be our next book. We mostly just chatted, had tea and scones (which were excellent), and ended up watching The Prince of Egypt, which Chris had never seen. What a great film.

I then ran to work, to finish up a few things. After waiting for half an hour in the drive-thru line at Wendy's (!), I spent about two hours at work, then ran home in time to check my e-mail and fiddle with AtheOS programming.

I'd made semi-reservations at a local Macaroni Grill for 6:00 as a sort of pre-Mother's Day dinner. We all drove up there and had a good time, though my stomach was bothering me and I ended up only eating a few bites of my pasta and mozarella chicken. We then walked around outside, looked in a few shops, and browse through a Barnes and Noble.

Had an unusual experience at the B&N. I was skimming the aisles, looking for a copy of Who Moved My Cheese?, when the guy next to me struck up a conversation. Evidently he does some kind of e-commerce business where he sets up non-techie small businesses with a 'net connection and online ordering systems, so they can streamline their business. He was networking there, so we exchanged contact information, and he said he'd call me. Interesting.

(Turns out we already have a copy of Who Moved My Cheese? at home.)

After returning home, I worked on AtheOS programming. After exchanging e-mails with the AtheOS discussion list a few times, I finally got a very basic AtheOS "skeleton" application to compile. This is my first step towards development of a word processor for AtheOS (anyone have any ideas for a name?). I have a design in my head, which should be flexible and powerful, and should work as an AtheOS app.

I was also pleasantly surprised to be ICQ'ed by both PerrinGoldeneyes and MlitiaGrl, old friends of mine from an IRC network. I had a great time talking with them again, and I hope I can keep in contact.

Fri, 11 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 11, 2001

Work's been kinda intense; we have a deadline of 9:00 a.m. on Monday to get a bunch of help files cleaned up. I'll probably be coming in to work tomorrow.

Of course, if I'd simply buckled down and really attacked this work, it'd be done by now. But no, instead I've been fiddling with other things, or just plain goofing off at times.

So, fine. I have to pay the piper. I do get my work done on time, even if I have to work overtime to do it. I just need to get better at actually working. And I seem to be improving, but I refuse to be any easier on myself until I'm sure that this has become a habit.

My sister and her daughters came over last night, so the evening was spent mostly with them. Which, really, was a pure joy. I'm not very good with young kids (they're 1, 3, and 5 years old), but I'm getting more comfortable with them. Plus, the oldest is getting old enough to be able to hold her own in a complex conversation, which makes things easier for me.

Any time I spent with the computer last night was spent answering e-mails, which is quickly becoming a significant task. I'm subscribed to two Anime Music Video lists plus the AtheOS developer list, and as such I'm getting well over 100 messages a day. I try to answer e-mail when I first get up and when I get home from work, which helps to cut down on the job nicely.

I don't filter my e-mail, because I found that I don't read e-mail that's been automatically shuttled into a folder. While filtering might make my e-mail checking job a easier, I'm afraid it would make it too easy, and I would ignore those lists that have a large amount of traffic.

I've been listening to a book-on-tape of Heinlein's The Cat Who Walks Through Walls, and I must say that it's quite an unusual experience. To quote one review of the writer himself (paraphrased), "He started out as a fantastic writer, but at the end he was just a dirty old man." I can't really disagree. His early books were crisp and clean (both in the wordsmithing and the prurient senses). This book references a relative who had a child with a girl who's still in high school. Sex is pretty rampant, and while actual sexual content is skillfully avoided, it's still there.

Saalon and I were talking about this, referencing an OpenDiary I read about a 14-year-old girl who's decided to have sex with her boyfriend. She's not a virgin, but we agreed that, to quote Saalon, "She doesn't know herself well enough to be making that serious of a decision."

You can argue that the "age of consent" has been variable over the ages, but even so, this girl lives in a culture in which 14 is too young for sex. She's grown up in an environment in which sex is for adults. While this may be more or less accurate depending on various factors, I feel she isn't able to handle the immense minefield that sex opens up.

But how can I convince her of that? How can anyone? She's 14, and chafing under the eagle eye of her Mom, and to the point at which she wants to make her own mistakes. Even if you can convince her that this might be a mistake, she's willing to make it anyway.

At least her boyfriend seems like the nicest guy in the world, and that's even when reading between the lines. So, even if this does cause problems, he'll probably make it as easy on this girl as he can.

But, really...I can't even imagine trying to break up with a girl I'd had sex with. It tightens the relationship so much. Even if I knew I was right for the person, isn't it wiser to wait until both participants are together in a marriage?

Where was I? Oh, right, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls. I haven't even finished the first three chapters yet, so this is definitely too early for me to make a final judgment. I'm enjoying the story, which is a mystery set on a large space station, but I can't say I love it. Thus far, it's a pleasant way to spend some time.

Which is a pretty positive review, now that I think about it.

Thu, 10 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 10, 2001

OK, lots and lots to talk about.

I tried to get AtheOS installed on Lady last night (I really should put up bio pages for each of my computers, so people will know what I mean when I say things like "I brought home Tramp tonight"). That was a trip. First, I kept getting corrupt boot disks, and then the installation would hang partway through (Lady has its hard drive divided into two pieces: One for Windows 98 and another for BeOS; I decided to install AtheOS over the BeOS installation). After five or six hung installs, I just re-booted in and re-started the installation from the point I was at before, without re-formatting the partition beforehand. And with that, AtheOS completed installing itself. It took another hour or so of wrestling with GRUB, the bootmanager, and then I could boot AtheOS and Windows properly.

AtheOS is minimal, and definitely not ready for "regular users," but it is functional. It feels a lot like a Unix OS, just with a BeOS shell running on top of it. There's no "Start" menu or anything like that; it's just a basic set of icons and simple GUI apps (a text editor, a processor usage meter, etc.). I even managed to get the system on my network before crashing into bed at 3:00 a.m.

It has no modem support yet, so I'd need to set up another system as the gateway on the network, and Be just won't let me do that yet. So, it looks like I won't be getting truly online with AtheOS any time soon. There's also no CD-ROM support, or really any sound support whatsoever. So, it's definitely limited, but...heck, it's a hobby OS. What should I expect?

I've been tracking down AtheOS software and websites, and I think I've actually come across pretty much all of them. There are about half a dozen sites that have anything to do with AtheOS. So, just to keep track of them, I've put together Kamidake, an attempt at a comprehensive list of software and websites related to AtheOS.

My sister and her daughters are coming over to our house tonight, so I'll get a chance to see them, and hopefully complete some fixes to their website.

That's it for now. More to come, I'm sure.

Writing Thoughts

Thu

Well, I managed to get about an hour's worth of writing done on Wine last night. I wrote the first half of the first drafts of two scenes. The first scene occurs in episode 2, in which Masaki gives Sarah a physical check-up. The second scene is the climax of the series in episode 6, starting with Larsson entering Sarah's room to tell her that she's going to be re-conditioned. I finished writing that last scene at the point at which Sarah is just about to open the heavy wooden doors and leave the facility.

While this was no great task, I was pleased that I actually sat down and spent my allotted one hour writing. I'm making progress, and it's all because I'm learning to say "no" to easy, convenient time-wasters and just sitting down and writing.

Wed, 09 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 9, 2001

After arriving home last night, I was completely unproductive. I managed to answer my e-mails and do my devotions, but I neither sketched a sketch nor wrote any writings. I've determined to follow my schedule tonight, even though I'll be getting home late. I will have time. I'll make time.

Went to the hospital at 9:00 this morning for an echocardiogram, which was surprisingly quick and easy. This was not my first echocardiogram; when I was a child, I was diagnosed with a mitral valve prolapse (along with half of the rest of the country, apparently) and an echo was done to confirm its existence.

The assistant who performed the echo on me today told me he honestly couldn't see any mitral valve prolapse. He believes that my childhood doctor was a bit overzealous in his diagnosis. The doctor will look at the results and hand them to the nurse, who'll call me later on today or tomorrow with his final word on the matter. Maybe I don't have a mitral valve prolapse at all.

Since I'd arranged to come in to work closer to noon and I had the rest of the morning to myself, I made an aborted attempt to work out at the gym (I forgot to bring tennis shoes), returned an overdue library tape and borrowed a tape of The Cat Who Walks Through Walls by Heinlein and a large-print copy of Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone to read while I run on the running machines at the gym.

I also stopped by the hardware store and bought some dark blue paint so I can spray-paint Pendragon. I've done it before, with Tramp. Should be fun. I briefly considered using metallic paint, so the case would look like chrome, but figured it'd look too tacky.

I'm still thinking about those two Anime Barn cels that I want to buy. Because I'm trying to lower my VISA bill, I'm trying to make as few "large" purchases as possible ("large" meaning more than $20 or so). I don't think I should buy the cels until the end of next week (e.g. the 18th of May), but I don't want to lose the cels. Perhaps I should just e-mail the proprietor and express interest, asking if they can be put on some sort of reserve, or at least be contacted if someone else expresses interest.

And, Houston, we're registering another complete shift in attention. Wandering around Keenspace has its rewards. I'm enjoying Life on Forbez, a gorgeous sci-fi comic in the tradition of Calvin and Hobbes, and Not Gonna Take It, a furry strip that's just plain nice. Random Access is a good furry strip as well, and I think it's made by the "Class Menagerie" guy.

Writing Thoughts

Wed

I woke up this morning with the bleary realization that I should set some immedate and specific writing goals for myself, on a day-by-day basis. I've decided that I'm going to try to devote an hour to writing every weeknight, and that I'll aim to write at least two pages or 500 words each night. Whether that's fiction or non-fiction, that's what I'm going to aim at. Wish me luck.

Nothing yet from Writer's Digest about my article on writing advice. I know they warn of a 6-8 week delay, and it's only been two weeks, but I'm getting somewhat frustrated.

And, Saalon! Send me your full comments on "Anime Explained," will ya? ;-)

Tue, 08 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 8, 2001

Well, Scot Hacker has written an excellent article about the current state of the BeOS, and its current situation and future. I can't disagree with anything he says.

Personally, I'll continue to use BeOS for the foreseeable future. I can't imagine using Windows regularly at home; BeOS is the best OS out there for my tastes. And no matter how dire the situation, nobody can make me de-install BeOS. It will still run on my machine tomorrow.

However, I will start looking at other operating systems. I spent some time today looking at AtheOS, which is an open-source alternative that looks similar to BeOS in many ways. Saalon's going to send me copies of Mandrake Linux, and I'm going to try installing both of them on Lady (my "fiddling" computer).

Until recently, I had Lady set up at work, doing duty as a library computer. When people take books out of our bookcases, they are asked to check them out using the library software that I wrote, that sits on Lady nearby. I'm going to migrate that software to a web-based system, because I took Lady home today. Come to think of it, I should re-arrange my computer corner so that I can get better access to all three computers.

What else. I notice that Saalon's set up his own OpenDiary over at OpenDiary. He's decided that he'd rather use a more community-building journal like OpenDiary's than a more impersonal journal like the one I set up for him. Which is fine by me. He's certainly updating it pretty often thus far.

There are three lain cels for sale on eBay right now, as well as three Dual! cels. I'm keeping an eye on the Dual! cels, to see how expensive they get. None of them are particularly fantastic, but if I can get 'em cheap, I will.

I'm also seriously considering this Nene cel (from Bubblegum Crisis 2040) and this Jessie cel (from Battle Athletes Victory) selling at Anime Barn.

I got home late, and got no writing done (which are not mutually exclusive options). I'm really quite annoyed at myself. I did manage to complete my download of AtheOS version 0.3.3b, and spent an hour or two enthusing about the possibilities.

You want to know how crazy I am? I dreamed up the idea of writing a word processor, web browser, and WYSIWYG HTML editor for AtheOS. It's not quite as far-fetched as it sounds, but to think that I'll actually have the time is ludicrous. Maybe as an open-source project, there's hope. Hmmmm.

I just need to figure out some sort of payment mechanism. Perhaps a dirt-cheap subscription service? $3 a month and $10 a year, or something like that?

Mon, 07 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 7, 2001

I spent much of this weekend doing very little of anything productive. This is OK, though, since I had planned to be unproductive. This was a weekend for recharging.

I did bake some cookies (Applesauce Oatmeal), had a blast on the last full night of AWANA club, and edited my "Anime Explained" article based on some suggestions from my Mom. More details in my brand-new writing diary, which you should be seeing just after this entry.

I've made some changes to my online diaries. I now have three: my personal diary, my writing diary, and my gardening diary. By default, you'll see all of them when you load this page. If you don't want to see them all, scroll to the bottom of this page and select which ones you want to hide, and click on the "View" button. Bookmark the page that comes up.

This will let me split out my diary entries among my different major interests. Since I usually have at least one or two gardening entries every week, and I should have some writing news at least as often as that, I can now keep news about each of those items separated from the others. If you're not interested in hearing me talk about my garden, you won't have to. Cool, ne?

I spent some time today looking at online journals, and came across lilanne's journal, at Open Diary. She's 17, and dealing with parents who are splitting up. She has this ability to really see whether things are right or not, and she's a good writer, too. I think I'm going to read this regularly.

Writing Thoughts

You know what's depressing? The guy who writes Not My Desk is doing a theme week this week, focusing on short temping stories written in a variety of genre styles. No, that's not what's depressing. What's depressing is that he's a better SF writer than I am.

:sigh:

In any event, I'm writing an article for parents; an article that answers the burning question, "What is anime?" The idea is to explain how anime series are generally different than American animation, and what to watch out for in terms of sexual content, nudity, violence, and general themes. I've sent copies of the article out to various friends and family, so they can look it over and critique it. Once I get their opinions, I can put it all together and send out the article to various magazines.

Yesterday my Mom got back with her critiques, so I made a bunch of changes based on her (excellent) suggestions. One of these days, I should post a complete post-mortem on the editing process for an article.

Sat, 05 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 5, 2001

After I (finally) paid off my truck several weeks ago, I received the title in the mail today. I feel so relieved to have it in my possession; I've been driving my truck for five years, and I actually own it now. It's mine.

(Well, I don't really own it, of course. It's leased from the government. 'Cause if I stop paying taxes, the government will come and take it away from me. Welcome to the land of the free!)

Did some shopping today at a local nursery, and just generally puttered around. I and my parents were going to go to a flower mart today, but we didn't feel up to it, plus the fact that we're having company tonight had made our schedule too tight.

I did spend a little bit of time editing an mp3 of "Just Communication" (which I own on CD, thanks), eviscerating the middle section so that it's only two and a half minutes, instead of four. This'll be the perfect size for my anime music video of Priss from Bubblegum Crisis. I plan to do a video comparing the original OVA Priss to the new one from Bubblegum Crisis 2040.

What else.

I backed up my websites (this one, Daemonsong and Points of View) onto tape this morning. I'm going to try to do that every week, just in case. I'm also thinking about buying a safe-deposit box somewhere, and storing a monthly backup there as well (in case the house burns down or something). It would be wise.

Fri, 04 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 4, 2001

I think I've figured out Keenspace. It's unbearably slow during the morning hours (Eastern time), but seems OK later on. So, if I simply avoid Keenspace comics until lunchtime, I can cruise my comics with a nice, speedy connection.

I couldn't get online this morning, so I called Frontline when I got in to work. Turns out a server was down, but they're working on it.

Surprisingly, the experience with Frontline was a highly pleasant one. They have a complete automated account system on their website; I entered my login name and password, and immediately accessed my past invoices, account information, and everything else I could ask for. The phone conversation was with a cheerful lady who answered all my questions and resolved some billing questions immediately. I wish all such phone calls could go as smoothly.

Spent some pleasant time today cruising Web Site #9, an archive of online "MiSTings," in which volunteers make fun of bad writing in the same way that the crew of Mystery Science Theater 3000 made fun of cheesy movies. I've added a link to it from my kitchen.

I also went to a cardiologist for a check-up on my heart. I have a mitral valve prolapse, which just means that one of the valves going to my heart has a slightly higher risk of closing up than the others. He gave me a clean bill of health, though, so I'm pleased.

Thu, 03 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 3, 2001

Well, I mailed a tape of "Deathdance" off to the Otakon 2001 music video contest this morning. This is the first time I've submitted one of my anime music videos to any sort of audience, so I'm slightly nervous and more than a little excited. Of course, Otakon also has trouble showing all the videos that are submitted to this contest, so "Deathdance" may not even get shown. But I may as well try.

I also received a chain for my pocketwatch this morning, from a seller on eBay. It's a wonderful chain, except that the clasp is too small to clip to a belt loop. I'll have to find a larger clip somewhere, and clip the chain's clip onto that larger clip, then clip the larger clip onto my belt.

(Man, I can see why English is so hard to learn. "Clip the clip onto the clip.")

I got up this morning and asked Aria to show me what she'd found out about serial experiments lain last night. Unfortunately, most of what she found was inconsequential; pages of links, update pages (e.g., two hundred lines saying "I updated the links page today"), and long rants about other topics, which happen to mention lain.

In other words, Aria's not a particularly helpful application. Perhaps lain is a poor choice for this, and perhaps Aria's logic for finding pages is flawed. Who knows. Either way, it's disheartening.

When I came home from work, I began tearing through my schedule with a determination that surprises me now that I think about it. I got through my devotions on schedule, and I read all my e-mails on schedule...and the last new e-mail today was a message from Max Kim, the character designer from Wine, who had a set of new sketches for me to look at.

This always blows away my evening, as a glance at new character designs is like an instant sugar-high for me. I start to dance, giddy in ways that I don't feel for anything else.

I showed the designs to Eric, and he had some thought-provoking comments which I'll have to share with you later. Just to give myself something mildly productive to do, I watched episodes five and six of Bubblegum Crisis 2040, which is evolving a fascinating storyline that avoids simplicity. Just when I think I have this series figured out, a spanner is thrown into the works.

But I popped the DVD out of the player and started wandering the house, my mind restless. I figured that, since I've been wanting to get back into the fiction writing groove, and I'm suffering from a lack of reading experience of late, I'd start reading Idoru by William Gibson.

I just put the book down; I'm 165 pages in. This man is a writer. My favorite quote thus far: "Behind her, past the anodyzed chainlink of the Cage, beyond a framing rectangle of glass that filtered out every tint of pollution, the sky over Burbank was perfectly blank, like a sky-blue paint chip submitted by the contractor of the universe." I hope I typed that right; my vision is blurry from reading with my glasses off. It's like the antialiasing of the textbox in the Opera window is magnified by about three times.

Idoru's plot is revealed slowly, so thus far it seems to be about a man who has the uncanny ability to infer a person's personality and thought patterns from masses of data about their life, and the job he's been hired to do, namely find out why a popular band member has announced his desire to marry a virtual idol (e.g., a digitally-constructed singer), and the 14-year-old fangirl who's travelled to Tokyo on the same mission. It's equal parts Key The Metal Idol, Snow Crash, and lain. Brennen, have you read this?

It's just so cool to be reading about stuff like this. And Gibson is obviously quite comfortable with anime and Japanese pop culture, which is so refreshing. And what a choice for me tonight; I would swear that BGC 2040 was inspired by Idoru, if the timing of both weren't horrendously off.

What else.

Oh, I stumbled across Evil Networks today. You can think of it as the Yahoo! of online comics. It's nice to find new strips, especially since most of the online comics seem to be unusually sluggish these days.

Hope you're still reading this.

I just spent about half an hour sucked completely into the world of Demonology 101. It's sort of an ongoing comic book, that's updated regularly. I started reading, and within a few moments I wasn't reading any more. I was experiencing. I was there, experiencing the events of these people's lives I could hear them talk, see them move.

So, I'd have to say I recommend it.

Wed, 02 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 2, 2001

Just ran across Broken Saints, which is trying to use Flash to make a serious online animated manga type of thing. You get drawn into this odd world of seemingly-random images and storylines. Here's a beggar on the street, there is a man driving a truck through the desert. What do they have to do with each other? Watch it and find out.

I won an eBay auction of a cel of Mitsuki Sanada from Dual! Parallel Trouble Adventure. It ended up costing me USD $41 when shipping was included, but Dual cels are hard to find. Gotta grab it while I can. Here's the cel:

[Dual cel]

Well, according to my previous poll, it looks like a lot of you like romance novels. Cool. I've posted a new (rather lengthy) poll, as you can see, about the recent Chinese "Cyber World War" against American computers.

Meanwhile, tonight I purposed to follow my schedule as closely as possible. As a result, I:

Amazing. That productivity is a direct result of my evening schedule. As difficult as it is for me to keep that schedule, it increases my productivity tremendously.

Tue, 01 May 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 1, 2001

No luck yet on the link verification program. I'm trying to add recursion (so that it will check sub-directories), but that's proving to be tricky, as Perl doesn't support recursion properly. Well, there are ways around that.

Meanwhile, I've been trying to be more productive at work. I realized last night that I really have trouble saying "No" to myself, and as a result I spend a lot of time at work goofing off. I still get my work done, sure, but I should be a lot more productive than I am. Besides, I'm goofing off on somebody else's dollar. It's unfair to Intersect.

Saalon's looking to switch jobs again. Once he settles on one, I'm gonna take a flight up there so we can watch a bit of anime. We want to watch The Castle of Cagliostro, Armitage III, maybe some El Hazard, and others I'm sure.

My parents were out looking at wooden columns when I got home (my Dad's building a pergola out back), so I watered plants in the garden until they got home. Then, we had a long talk about various stuff that we've had to deal with. It was a conversation that everybody needed to have.

As a result, I didn't get much work done on Wine, unfortunately. I managed to write about half a page's worth, but even that was just taking an existing scene and tightening it up. Ah well. I'm going to focus on Wine work this week.

But, I did spend a bit of time working on Aria (a researching program I'm writing), which is currently trying to find everything it can about serial experiments lain on the web. I really need to re-visit the design, as it makes some faulty assumptions about various things. The report that it outputs could be prettified, too. Gotta find out how to insert a NetPositive window within an app, so I can render HTML.

And, come to think of it, I should add the ability to find image and sound files while I'm at it. It's not a difficult feature, and would be quite useful.

Other stuff. Other stuff. I'm thinking of doing another anime music video, this time contrasting the Priss from the original Bubblegum Crisis with the Priss from Bubblegum Crisis 2040. I'm planning on using "Just Communication" (the main theme to Gundam Wing) for the music. Just need to make the time to get started on it.

Sat, 30 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 30, 2001

I met up with my "Coffee and Classics" book club this morning, where we went out to Starbuck's and talked about The Pilgrim's Progress. Suzie had gone to see A.I. the night before, and so we talked about some of the issues that the movie raises.

Me, I'm glad that the movie is raising those issues. I'm glad the Spielburg is making films that people want to go see, and from which they'll walk away thinking about things.

I received those four anime cels today; check 'em out in my cel gallery. Unfortunately, the Mighty Space Miners and Gundam X cels are stuck to the pencil sketch included with each one. I'm going to have to take them to a professional cel separator. Fortunately, I think I know where I can find one; there's a cel store in the area.

I also received my Spring and Chaos and Project A-Ko: Uncivil Wars DVDs. I'm not sure if the Spring and Chaos DVD is one of the "special editions" that defective; I'll have to play it today and find out.

Fri, 29 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 29, 2001

If you haven't already, check out Saturday's big entry, where I relate the tale of my adventures at Dulles Airport. There are pretty pictures to entertain you, too.

Time for a new poll, this one about the latest findings in the Microsoft trial. Here are the results from the last poll:

Now that movie studios are discussing digital broadcasts of movies (and seem to be much more mature about it than the RIAA has been about music), what do you think about viewing movies online?
Great, but only if they're free. (0%)
Great, but only if I can download it. (25%)
I'd be willing to pay up to a couple of bucks maybe. (50%)
I can't see myself watching a full-length movie on my computer. (25%)

I've updated the bookshelves of my library. There are now links to Amazon.com listings for each author, as well as a number of new categories.

I got a new modem tonight, so I was finally able to replace my dying one and catch up on the e-mails that have been piling up. It took awhile, but now it's mysteriously working well. My only problem now is that it's only connected at 33k both times I've connected to the net. Odd.

And now I'm staring at a bunch of cels from The Wings of Honneamise, which is arguably one of the greatest anime films ever made. There's a site selling an $80 cel from the opening sequence, which is so memorable that it's about like finding a cel from the spaghetti dinner scene in Lady in the Tramp. I know I'm going to buy it, if I can muster up the courage and the finances to buy it before somebody else does. At least it's being sold from a website rather than an eBay auction.

Thu, 28 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 28, 2001

Ahhh, bliss. I got confirmation late last night that my orders of Spring and Chaos on DVD, Project A-Ko: Uncvil Wars (a.k.a. Project A-Ko Vs.) on DVD, a Project A-Ko cel, two Mighty Space Miners cels, and a Gundam X cel all shipped yesterday. The DVDs should come in soon, while the cels are traveling from Japan and may take a little while to get here.

Almost on a whim, I caught The Screen Savers on TechTV, and was thrilled to see that Neil Gaiman was on the show, talking about his new book American Gods. I'm going to have to pick up a copy; it sounds very very cool.

Gaiman was a fun guest. He seemed very comfortable, and looked like a quiet guy who spends a lot of time on personal pursuits. He's private, while still being friendly. In any event, he talked about his blog on americangods.com: he originally intended it as a window into all the machinations of writing that go on after the book is published -- getting blurbs, choosing a cover, going on book signing tours, autographing special editions, etc. And now CNN online has an article on the blog, clearly suggesting that this is a neat, revolutionary new way to promote a book.

And for Gaiman, whether it's new or revolutionary or not, it's just plain useful in terms of letting people know how this whole writing and publishing process works. He didn't start the journal intending to create a marketing tool; that just grew out of an existing desire.

"The source of product gold mines is user frustration." -- Jean-Louis Gassée

Meanwhile, work is getting better. I'm pacing myself pretty well now, and we're on schedule. I'm just getting home late and going to sleep even later.

I went out to Friendly's for lunch, and while I was out I grabbed a copy of a fantasy book that Saalon recommended to me: Daughter of the Forest by Juilet Marillier. It's a retelling and expansion of an old Irish myth, one where a girl's brothers are turned into swans, and she's the only one who can turn them back. It takes quite awhile for her to be able to do this, though. The first 20 pages or so that I read were beautifully written; I'm looking forward to reading more of it.

I also bought the latest issue of Writer's Digest, which almost always has something of worth, and a free book magazine called BookPage. I mention this because BookPages includes a book review from 11-year-old Caldwell Akers, and frankly he's one of the best reviewers in the magazine. It's worth a read.

And for those of you checking, Tramp still isn't on the LAN. I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong. Maybe the network card is bad.

Wed, 27 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 27, 2001

I met up with some friends last night to go over the character-creation process for a game of Nobilis we're going to be playing. I've never done any physical roleplaying before, and as a result I'm both nervous and excited at the prospect of pretending to be a balding 40-year-old with five other twentysomething white guys.

I still can't get Tramp on the LAN, despite some fiddling this morning. My e-mails are piling up, and I need to get back in touch with one guy from whom I'm buying a used Palm III to replace the one that I broke.

Huh. And just because I can: here's the website for Alien 9, a cute anime OVA currently being released in Japan. The show reminds me a bit of Digimon, except much more lush. Also check out this very interesting interview with the director of "The Great Dangaioh," a new TV series in the timeline of the mech anime "Haja Taisei Dangaiou." It looks like they're trying to create a fun, nostalgic mech anime show and...sort of do their own version of Evangelion. But having fun with it this time.

"Robot anime involves a lot of yelling, and it's hard both mentally and physically for someone over 40 years old, you know." -- Toshiki Hirano
Tue, 26 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 26, 2001

I still haven't written anything for the weekend, have I? Well, I have a good excuse: work's been extremely busy, and I spent tonight at a friend's house, going over basic character generation for a game of Nobilis we're going to be playing. I just got home at 11:00.

And then I tried to get Tramp on my LAN, to no success. Windows refuses to recognize the Ethernet card properly. Fortunately, I have three of them handy, so I can just try another brand. But at least I can get on the 'net now.

Oh, I don't believe I've related this yet: it seems that the modem on Pendragon is sickly. Particularly, I haven't been able to maintain an internet connection on it since Saturday. I've finally begun reinstalling all of Tramp's hardware from scratch, starting with the modem, so I can now get a stable net connection on it and can at least read e-mails and post to this diary from it (which is what I'm doing now).

I really don't want to buy a new modem for Pendragon right now. My solution is to get Tramp on the LAN, and set up internet connection sharing so that Pendragon can use Tramp's net connection. While Tramp has a slow internal WinModem and Pendragon had a fast external modem, I'm willing to live with the speed decrease for a week or two.

Or I would, if I could get Tramp on the LAN.

Meanwhile, work has been very interesting. I'm now the God of Online Help, and this week I'm going through each of our 93 help files, cleaning them up, and sending them to the rest of the team for review. I'm on an aggressive schedule, too: I'm trying to have all of the files reviewed by the end of Friday (a week before our final deadline).

I've been having trouble staying focused on my work recently, though. I've been worried that I'd slack off.

Instead, now that I have this responsibility, I've never worked more diligently. I'm completing files at a rapid pace, and we're fully on schedule. I think I needed responsibility like this.

Mon, 25 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 25, 2001

Whew, this afternoon I found out that there's a Yoshitoshi ABe manga available from Fanboy Entertainment; evidently that is separate from his artbook essence. I just ordered the manga from Right Stuf, along with an $8 tape of My Neighbor Totoro (dubbed) and the two Macross Plus soundtrack CDs.

I see that Ray Bradbury is working on film adaptations of not only Farenheit 451, but also The Illustrated Man and A Sound of Thunder. Excellent!

Sun, 24 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 24, 2001

Spent most of the day out. The service at The Falls Church was excellent as always, and then I, my parents, and my grandmother all had lunch at The Four Provinces, an Irish restaurant across the street. The buffet was excellent; I had a wonderful meringue topped with chocolate sauce for dessert.

Sat, 23 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 23, 2001

Well, that didn't go at all as planned.

I left work at 5:30 p.m. amid the well-wishes of my officemates, and started driving towards Dulles Airport. A thundestorm was beginning to gather -- both literally and figuratively. The phone in my car rang. I jammed the "Snd" button to connect the call.

"Hi," my Mom said. "Saalon just called. He said he's been checking on the internet, and your flight has been cancelled."

I pulled the truck onto a gravel driveway and stopped. My Mom and I discussed my options, and she graciously tried to connect to the internet on my computer and view my reservation on Yahoo! Travel. The site refused to load, however, so I told Mom I'd continue to the airport and see what was happening there.

I pulled back onto the road and drove the rest of the way to Dulles, troubling thoughts dancing about in my head. Well, I decided, right now I'm just going to drive. I'll worry about my flight when I actually get to the airport.

[CNN projection]
Rarely a good sign

I parked in one of the vast parking lots at Dulles and caught a bus in to the main terminal. Dark thunderclouds had gathered overhead, turning the sky into one huge bowl of chocolate pudding. Once I got to the airport, I walked right up to the nearest departure display. Oddly, my flight was listed as "ON TIME."

Since I had bought electronic tickets as usual, I didn't have to wait in line at the ticket counter. After nervously watching my $2,000 camcorder be inundated with X-rays, I made my way to the appropriate terminal. Rain had started to fall in earnest by this point, and I was getting worried.

At my gate, I was surprised to see that the counter had a flight to Amsterdam listed instead of my flight to Boston. I asked the crew working there, and discovered that the flight to Amsterdam was supposed to fly out of this gate before my flight, and they hadn't even gotten to that point yet. This was at 6:30, and my flight was scheduled to leave in an hour.

[A bored couple]

So I waited, along with a lot of other people. And waited. And waited.

I chatted with a family from California that was hoping to go to Amsterdam and Norway for ten days. Imagine: they had no idea even what hotels were available nearby.

Meanwhile, the storm intensified. Thunder crashed like a frenzied drummer every minute or so. I took out my camcorder -- which seemed to work fine, X-rays or no -- and pointed it out a window, trying to catch a lightning strike. I wanted a lightning strike.

[Lightning strike]

And I got one.

The flight crew got on the loudspeaker and informed us that lightning had just struck the fuel farm there are Dulles. It had knocked out the power at the fuel farm, so they couldn't pump any fuel. Which meant that they couldn't refuel any planes.

So, we waited some more. We were informed that the flight for Boston had been re-routed to Pittsburg, and we'd have to wait for it to get here, if it would be allowed off the ground. Great.

Around 10:30, the crew got on the loudspeaker and told us that, if everyone bound for Amsterdam could get on the plane within the next 20 minutes, they could take off. Half of the room leapt into line. It occurred to me that it would be awhile before I could even think about getting on my plane, so I wandered off in search of photographic opportunities, and took a few pictures.

By the time I got back, I found out that the rush onto the Amsterdam plane had failed for some reason, and they had to disembark the plane. Man, the collective anger and frustration radiating from that group of people as they charged out of the plane felt like it would kill us.

Now they were getting ready for the plane from Boston, but it was still in Pittsburg. I tried to be patient; I watched my fellow priso--err, passengers read or play with their kids. I even took out three socks, rolled them up, and juggled them for awhile.

[A mother and her child]
I just liked this shot

By 1:00 a.m., though, the plane still hadn't arrived, so I called Saalon and my parents and told them I was coming home. I got transferred to a Saturday flight at 2:30 p.m. and left the airport. I had no trouble getting home, other than the annoying bus passengers who seemed to feel that the airlines had created this thunderstorm themselves just to inconvenience them, and I quickly collapsed into bed.

Time passed. I slept.

I woke up around 10:00 and puttered around the house before driving back out to Dulles. And then...and then....

OK, I'm going to keep this somewhat brief, because it angers me even now as I remember the event. Having electronic tickets still, I went straight to the gate and sat there for over half an hour before the crew got on the loudspeaker and informed us that they'd overbooked this flight, and that only those with prior reservations -- not the ones who'd been booked the night before -- could fly. But if we went to the ticket counter, we'd get a travel voucher. Have a nice day.

I was annoyed, but I went back to the main terminal and waited for another half an hour in the line for the United ticket counter. And there, I was given a $300 travel voucher (which is about how much a new flight to and from Boston will cost me), and...the woman at the counter couldn't cancel my current reservation. I was still going to be charged for these tickets.

So I wasted all night Friday and much of my Saturday and all they were going to do was put me on another flight? While the weather wasn't their problem, they overbooked a flight, which is a mistake on their part. They seriously inconvenienced their customer, and were doing nothing to address that fact. All they were saying is "we'll put you on another flight." No, that's not fair when I've been yanked around like this.

So, that was my adventure. I'll have to call United and get them to to cancel the charge on my credit card. I'm at home now, just resting from the ordeal.

And discovering that I can't keep a stable internet connection, but that's a story for another day.

Fri, 22 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 22, 2001

I'm heading up to Saalon's for the weekend, which is always enjoyable. This will be a special experience, though, for two reasons: One, I'll be seeing his home in Boston for the first time, and two, I'll get to meet his lovely girlfriend Erin for the first time. This will be our first physical meeting, at least; I've known her for years digitally, first on IRC, and now through ICQ.

Time for a new poll, methinks. Here are the results of the last one:

How often do you floss?
Twice a day (12%)
Every day (37%)
About once a week (12%)
About once a month (0%)
Less than once a month (12%)
I last flossed several Presidents ago (25%)
Thu, 21 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 21, 2001

Ahhhhhhh. There's nothing quite like that warm, contented feeling of waking up before your alarm clock goes off.

Sleep and I have been enemies for a long time. I don't like sleep; I feel like it robs me of productive hours when I could be getting things done. Some of these negative feelings come as a result of my unfortunate tendency to overload myself with projects to do, but the rest is an entrenched opinion.

It's something I've been working on lately. When it's time for bed, I try to repeat to myself "Sleep is my friend, sleep is my friend." Oddly enough, it's working; increasingly, I want to go to bed. And just the other night, I broke off a conversation with Saalon just so I could get to bed. Today I woke up before my alarm went off, so maybe I'm improving.

Wed, 20 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 20, 2001

You know those days when you get home, you sit down in your chair, you check your e-mail, you close your e-mail program, and then you stare at the screen and you just try to imagine doing something productive, and you can't even imagine doing anything? Where your brain refuses to acknowledge that it knows how to read a book, or write a paper, or do any of those things that other people are impatiently waiting for you to do?

Well, that's exactly how I feel tonight. I don't think it's laziness; I think my brain really needs to relax and recharge.

Then I realize what's telling me that. Hmmmm.

I got to work late this morning, as I spent the morning focusing on payments for my Anime-Taro cels purchase. After withdrawing USD $70 from my checking account, I went to the post office and got an International Postal Money Order to Japan, then mailed that in the pre-assembled envelope I'd put together.

Side comment: when I started buying cels off of eBay, I would only leave feedback sporadically, and would often provide minimal information when corresponding with people. In general, I expended a minimum of effort. Now, I include as much information as possible, and log transactions in pretty extreme detail.

For example, in my envelope to Anime Taro, I included a cover letter that listed my snailmail and e-mail addresses, Anime Taro's snailmail address, my order number, and a list of the cels I bought, including prices. I also included a copy of my invoice, plus the money order itself. I have sitting in front of me another copy of my invoice, to which I've attached a sticky note with the amount of the money order, its serial number, the date I bought and mailed it, and the address of Anime Taro that I mailed it to. I've also attached the receipt for the money order to the invoice copy. Is this too much? I don't think so; I'm glad that I have as much transaction information as humanly possible.

I had an excellent day at work. I've taken charge of online help, and spent much of the day pleasantly busy at keeping up on various aspects of online help that require attention. Mike (my boss) has been working pretty closely with me on it, which...I dunno. I certainly appreciate it, and have been benefitting from his help, but I feel like I'd almost like more autonomy. I'm not convinced that autonomy would be a good idea for me at this stage, though.

I couldn't spend too much time at work, though; I went to the gym early so that I could meet up some co-workers to clean up a section of a running trail near work. Intersect has done the whole "adopt-a-highway" thing with this section of trail, so we took some of those orange trash bags over there to clean up litter.

The only problem was that the trail was practically spotless; we didn't even fill one bag between all twelve of us. We had a good time chatting and walking up and down the trail, though.

I also ran into a co-worker from PRC (which is now part of Northrop-Grumman...man, it's turning into a bona fide megacorporation), and chatted with him a bit. Not much has changed over there. I really want to stop by there one of these days and say "Hi" to everyone. It's always a good idea to maintain friendships like that. I've been far too lax.

[Photo]
The South Shore Plaza Cafe

Meanwhile, I set up an online photo gallery for Saalon last night. He's got some very cool black-and-white photography posted on there; definitely worth browsing.

I've also been getting some very nice comments from the folks on MegaTokyo's Art and Drawing forum about the picture I posted there earlier today. Always nice to get kind comments and critiques from people.

But now people are starting to say that I'm better at certain things than they are. This is a very new experience for me. I guess I am progressing pretty well. This is a cool feeling.

[Cover of Tenchi manga]
Cover of Tenchi volume 8

Oh, and before I forget, I should also mention that I received and read volumes 8 and 9 of the Tenchi Muyo! manga. Great stuff in here; very funny, and there's some lovely dramatic work with Ryoko.

Tue, 19 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 19, 2001

It's almost midnight, and I worked a twelve hour day today. I don't have the energy for a full diary update, but I wanted to get in something brief at least.

Work's going well, now that I've been given some more responsibility. And in spite of my former boss basically flaming the documentation team.

I've been drawing a few anime faces lately; will have to upload the results. They look pretty good. I'm experimenting with different expressions, trying to see how to make a person look angry or scared or just worried or determined or whatever.

I've watched some fansubbed anime lately, particularly the Miyazaki TV show Future Boy Conan, which is surprisingly good.

Now, sleep awaits me like an anxious lover....

Sun, 17 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 17, 2001

Forgive the bland taste of this entry; I went to sleep at 3:00 a.m. last night, and my writing skills are suffering.

After our late night at the party last night, we elected to stay home from church today. I did my devotions insted, which was a poor substitute. It was unquestionably worthwhile, though.

Saalon called, and we had a long conversation about all sorts of things. Then, as I did my chores, I worked out the backstory for some of the characters in Wine. In the evening, I had an IRC session with Saalon and Brennen where I explained my thoughts on the backstories.

[Alice cel]
The Alice cel that Saalon bought

My ideas were well-received, then Saalon dropped a bombshell: he'd just won a cel of Alice from serial experiments: lain on eBay. It ended up costing him $228.16, but man, what a cel. Just look at it.

I made my own cel purchase, though; two Mighty Space Miners cels (both of Ushiwaka, the main character), one cel of A-Ko from Project A-Ko, and a nifty cel of Garrod and Tiffa from After War: Gundam X, all from Anime Taro, a Japanese cel distributor. I'll upload images once I find them.

Sat, 16 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 16, 2001

What an interesting day.

Now that I've taken over the build of the online help system at work, I've been looking at ways to automate the build process. Over the course of the week, I've been designing a program that would do just that, but haven't had the opportunity to write it. Since my boss wanted a daily build done by Monday morning, I decided to go to work this morning and write the build program, then perform the build.

I arrived at the office and was shocked to find that I was the only one there. This is the first time I've ever gone to Intersect and found it empty. Even on weekends, there's usually somebody around. Either way, I wrote the program, and performed a build. This will save me a good hour every time I perform a build from now on.

I returned home and took care of e-mails, in preparation for a trip to my sister's for her oldest daughter's fifth birthday party. Mom walked into my room an hour before we had to leave and casually asked if I had a present.

Much to my chagrin, I didn't. Not even a card. I'd completely forgotten.

It's somewhat surprising to me, looking back on it, how angry I get at myself in situations like that. I feel so stupid when I forget important things like that. I don't really know how to get any better at it, too. It would've helped if I'd had this party on my wall calendar, I suppose.

In any event, I decided to get the birthday girl a reasonably-sizable stack of McDonald's gift certificates on the way there. I still needed a card, though, so I drove out to a local Hallmark store and got a cute little birthday card. I came home just in time to leave for my sister's.

We were not looking forward to the party. My sister and her family are fine; it's her in-laws that are a bit of a problem. They tend to withdraw into cliques, which makes social gatherings uncomfortable for us. Plus, my sister had costumes for us; Mom was going to be the Wicked Queen from Snow White, whereas I would be Captain Hook. We'd agreed to do this, but weren't particularly enthusiastic about doing it.

Dad was feeling poorly, so he stayed home while Mom and I made the hour-and-a-half drive down to Julie's. We got there, greeted everyone, went upstairs and changed, came back downstairs, and....

...I find this very odd...

[Kodomo no Omache background]
Kids being kids.

...We had the time of our lives. We acted up (Mom kept offering an apple to the kids), and ate ham and birthday cake, and helped out with the games. That last duty turned out to be problematic; some of the kids were frightened of us (even one of my nieces!). We ended up toning down several of the games, so that overall the kids had a great time.

After the party -- and after I'd taken off my outfit -- I had a long chat with Julie, where we talked about eBay (at 24, I'm beginning to feel old; those Fisher-Price block people I played with as a kid are collector's items now), and how much she's enjoying the new church she's going to.

Unfortunately, Julie's spent the past seven years at a frigid church, and I'm not talking about the air conditioning. She's also struggling with the whole Bill Gothard "name it and claim it" theology (interesting critique here, and this summarizes much of the problems people have with Gothard's theology), which says that -- to describe it briefly -- since God already has victory over all things, when a Christian is faced with a problem s/he should simply identify the problem (name it), then acknowledge God's victory (claim it). Then God will provide the victory.

To quote G. Richard Fisher, "The issue is far more complex than Gothard would have us believe." First, God doesn't have the victory in every conflict; he sure doesn't "win" (which is a questionable concept to apply to real-life human interaction and conflict anyway, IMO) in every battle (military or otherwise) in the Bible. But more importantly, this theology offers no actual help, while claiming to be the only advice needed to solve problems. All it's saying is that God will provide a solution, and evidently we should wait for it to fall in our laps. Which is clearly not Biblical; name one Biblical hero who did this.

So, Julie's trying to see her way out of that. Not an easy task, needless to say. It helps that she's now going to a very warm church nearby. I think I helped just by talking and offering a few encouraging words. In any event, at about 9:00 we headed home -- mostly because the kids were still up, and we didn't want to keep them up any longer -- and returned home, happy.

What an interesting day.

Writing Thoughts

Sat

I finally got a rejection from Parents Magazine over my article "Anime Explained." I don't know of any other print magazines that would be interested in the article, but I think it would work for a newspaper supplement. I know of one that's bundled with The Washington Times, so I think I'll try submitting the article to them next.

Thu, 14 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 14, 2001

Ugh. I didn't get to bed until 3:30 a.m. last night, so I was barely able to drag myself in to work this morning. I did come up with some clarifying ideas for Wine, though, which is nice.

We've been talking a lot lately about our stock options at work. I've decided that the best option for me is simply to buy them all now, as soon as possible. Unfortunately, the whole package will cost me several thousand dollars, so I'll have to take out a loan from my parents. Not something that I like to do, just out of general principles. I hate loans.

While ordering two books for a coworker, I noticed that Amazon.com was recommending that I buy more of the Tenchi manga. I realized that I only have the first six books, so I bought volumes eight (Chef of Iron, in which Sasami competes in an Iron Chef rip-off) and nine (The Quest for More Money).

Cartoon Network has announced that they'll be starting a new block of programming aimed squarely at young adults (18 to 34) starting in September. Note that this isn't a Toonami move; it's a Cartoon Network move, meaning that we'll be seeing original CN content rather than more anime.

No matter what, I think this is a pretty good move. "Almost one-third of our viewers are adults over 18," says CN president Betty Cohen, so there's certainly a strong market there. And maybe it'll open up the animation industry to the adult market a bit more. Which might mean more anime, and that's always a good thing.

Wed, 13 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 13, 2001

It's funny...Exploitation Now! started as an aggressively bawdy online comic, with rampant nudity and sexual content. Now it's telling one of the most dramatic, powerful stories I've ever seen in an online comic.

I also find it interesting that the powerful drama doesn't come from the nudity or sex.

It's sad to see that neobaka is shutting down. It was a good strip, with a whole lot of potential. I'll be very interested to see what the artist does next, though.

After chatting with Brennen about my ability to sort through the roughly 80 e-mails I get per day, I realized that most of that comes from two anime music video mailing lists, neither of which are providing me with much value. They both consist mostly of flamewars and requests for technical help with one or another video editing package. And while there's nothing wrong with that -- heck, I expect it out of a mailing list -- I'm spending half an hour every day sorting through this stuff.

So, I've unsubscribed from both of the AMV lists. Now I'll only get the DOROTHY-L digest once a day, and posts to the AtheOS-developer mailing list (which gets something like five or ten messages a day). Now I won't have to check my e-mail in the mornings before work.

I took over the build process of our online help system today at work. It's exciting, knowing that I'm the god of building online help. It's my baby, my responsibility, and up to me.

I came home and didn't get much accomplished, though I did have a wonderful conversation with Saalon about Wine. He's immersing himself in my notes, so we spent about two hours just discussing story ideas and clarifying character profiles.

I also started fiddling with some Calliope code. I've been feeling sort of directionless in regards to defining how Calliope should work, so I felt I needed to plunge forward in some direction, if only to figure out what not to do. It worked; I now know how to design the internal data structure.

Tue, 12 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 12, 2001

Yahoo! has a site called Yahoo! Experts, where people can ask questions, and get answers from Yahoo! users who have expertise in a particular area. I like to answer writing questions on the "Books & Writing" forum. Most of them are either requests that we do somebody's homework ("Name the creator of the literary genre known as the realistic animal story") or clueless questions from beginning writers ("I have always dreamed of writing a novel. How does one go about getting a pulisher to look at your work?").

As I post my responses, I've been trying to keep an eye on the responses posted by the other experts for this forum. I figure that I may find some interesting people involved in the writing business.

[A visitor]
A snake in the bushes.

While I haven't noticed anyone of particular interest, I have noticed that one "expert," radiomovie, has been responding to most questions with a plug for a certain website, Flaming Horse Productions. Not surprisingly, radiomovie has posted some of his own writing there. He posted another such spam this morning, and I finally reported him to the Yahoo! abuse center.

I've since looked over his most recent set of answers, and to be fair, he doesn't spam about Flaming Horse in every single post. Out of the past ten responses, only six were Flaming Horse spams, but the rest were almost all brief, general-knowledge answers.

Still, you're being annoying when half of what you say is an advertisement. Even television isn't that bad.

Mon, 11 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 11, 2001

Back at work today. A mass e-mail was sent to the entire office, notifying us that a new firewall system is in place, which gives the IT group detailed logs on web usage, and reminding us that the web should be used primarily for work-related needs.

Ahem.

I'm suddenly glad that I've decided to work more diligently here at Intersect. :-) I can still update this diary (since I use ssh to update the diaary, rather than any web-based forms, and anyway I don't think anyone would begrudge me the time I spend updating my diary), but I'm trying to force myself to only use the web for work, unless I literally have no work to do.

It's time for a new poll; this time, a silly one about dental care. Here's how the last one turned out:

What OS provides the most satisfying experinece for power users?
Windows 9x/2000/ME (0%)
Windows NT (14%)
Linux (57%)
The BSD's (0%)
Other Unix OS (0%)
MacOS (0%)
BeOS (28%)
AtheOS (0%)

I tried to draw another anime face today, and it came out looking nice. I uploaded a scan of it to my gallery, if you want to take a look. I also updated Kamidake, my AtheOS software directory, to display detailed publisher information.

Now, about that conversation I had with Saalon last night. Here's the scoop:

It started as I was trying to fall asleep on Saturday night. I felt tipsy and light-headed, but also restless. I finally got up and staggered about my room, thinking about my writing experiences on Saturday.

I decided to ask myself a simple question: What drives me to write stories? What is the reason behind my drive to become a published fiction author? I had to delve pretty far down into my psyche before coming up with the honest answer:

I want to be a famous author.

Specifically, I want to be like Ray Bradbury or Todd McFarlane or J. Michael Straczynski. I want people to walk up to me at conventions and say, "Hey, I read that book you just wrote, and I loved it." That's the reason behind my writing.

And, while that is a fine goal, I think it's not a very good reason to write.

So, the Writer within me has been cut free of its moorings, and is floating around, rudderless. It's not that I'll never write again. I'll certainly write non-fiction, and I'll probably write fiction if I'm inspired, even in this state. But I have no reason to write now.

So, I told this to Saalon, and he said that he sees me as a Producer more than a Writer. He feels that I excel at co-ordinating creative things. If I were to make a CD, I'd love printing out the sheet music, and choosing a cover image for the CD, and arranging the order of the music on the CD, and choosing instruments, and finding people to play the instruments. I probably wouldn't like actually composing the music.

And I agree.

So, I asked, what did that mean for Wine to Those in Anguish? If I'm not supposed to write it, but I'm the one producing it, what should I do?

I asked Saalon to write it. And he accepted, with a mixture of fear and excitement. Which made me excited. We then proceeded to spend several hours going over the story, mostly me describing the stuff going through my mind. We resolved several major plot and presentation problems.

It was great. I've convinced myself that this was the right thing to do.

So, I think I'm going to spend less time worrying about my fiction writing skills from now on. I'll just wait on that; maybe I'll get inspired, or maybe I need some time to practice writing. Perhaps I can now just exercise my writing muscles.

Sun, 10 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 10, 2001

Some people are real idiots. Pardon me if I vent for a moment.

I'm subscribed to an anime music video mailing list. Someone posted a long complaint about the fact that a lot of the videos available are posted incorrectly, or marked incorrectly. The problem with this post wasn't the facts -- they were accurate -- it was the attitude of the poster. Like he deserved to get angry because people aren't making it easy for him to use this free service.

Someone replied, calling that original poster onto the carpet for his behavior, spelling out exactly what I wrote above. The replier was firm but not insulting.

[A visitor]
A visitor to the bushes bordering our front walkway.

The first reply to his message?

BURN IN HELL. ur an idiot...

:sigh: I replied to that final message, because as much as I dislike involving myself in these sorts of arguments, I decided that I wasn't going to let him get away with that. I'll probably get flamed, which I'm certainly used to by now. Should be interesting.

I also note that the original poster, as well as Mr. "BURN IN HELL", post from aol.com. And that the original replier uses his real name, while the others hide behind their e-mail addresses.

Anyvay. My family actually went to church this morning (gasp!), which was terrific. The special music consisted of a jazz version of "Just a Closer Walk With Thee," with a clarinet and hand bells, which got a burst of applause from the congregation (rare at The Falls Church). The sermon was on Matthew 7:1-5, the "Judge not, lest you be judged" section of the Sermon on the Mount, perhaps the single most misunderstood and mis-applied chunk of Scripture.

'Cause Christ's not telling us to stop making judgments about people; he tells us to test people for false leadership later in the very same chapter. Jesus is warning us to avoid hypocritical or prideful judging, as is obvious from the context.

Anyvay. We had a good time at church -- Grandmother came along with us -- and, after a quick stop for some Chinese food on the way home, we got working on some household chores. Dad and I took the cover off the pool, which now had the lovely shade of corrugated cardboard, and started vacuuming the accumulated leaves and silt off the bottom. The new pump we installed last year is so strong, though, that we ran out of water before cleaning a quarter of it. Dad decided to concentrate on balancing the chemicals, and he'll vacuum in short spurts over the coming week. It's a good thing he's taking this week off.

I then proceeded to take out our somewhat aging green gas-powered lawnmower and mowed our lawns. This is no small chore; it normally takes me about an hour and a half, as I have four separate lawns to mow on our property.

Saalon and I had a long chat in the evening, about myself and writing and Wine. But I think I'll describe that conversation tomorrow, when I'll have fewer things in my life to report.

Sat, 09 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 9, 2001

Well, I wasn't quite as productive as I'd hoped I'd be today, but I did get some stuff accomplished. Having a list to refer to was unquestionably helpful in getting me to do stuff.

After checking through all of my e-mail in the morning, I tried to back up my websites and stories-in-progress onto tape, so I could take a tape to my safe deposit box. After asking to to record my files to tape, Colorado Backup shrieked:

"Firmware sequencing error."

Great. This has happened several times in the past few weeks. I think the tape drive is dying, because it will record to tape if I just keep trying. Wonderful; tape drives aren't expensive or anything.

So, I wasn't able to get the tape backups made in time before my bank closed. I went out early anyway to check my P.O. box. I'm glad I did; my replacement pump for the pond was in, as well as a CD of the soundtrack for Dual! Parallel Trouble Adventure (an anime spoof of the anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion).

On the way back from the post office, I stopped by a Methodist church that was having a yard sale. They were selling used books for, literally, pennies; hardbacks were ten cents and paperbacks were five. Here's what I got:

Besides getting the pump installed and moving some mulch (more on that in my garden entry), I didn't get much of anything else accomplished.

Though I did come across a fascinating play-by-email game called Shazrad: City of Veils, a free-form fantasy RPG focused on "quality writing and character development." What a concept. This might be worth playing; I want to check it out in more detail.

Writing Thoughts

Sat

I haven't written in many days. I decided to sit down and spend some time working on my current WIP, the short story set in Outlook-on-Cove. Maybe just put in half an hour. I opened up the word processing file, read the last paragraph I'd written, and placed my fingers on the keyboard.

Nothing happened. The Muse was mute.

I re-read the story up to that point (I've only written three pages), improving a few descriptions here and there. I added some adjectives and removed some others. I turned over the story in my mind, ratiocinating (it's a word, honest!) carefully. I returned to the end of the story, re-read it, and kept my fingers hovering over the home row.

Nothing happened. Again.

This was perhaps more frustrating than it might seem at first ratiocination. I'd just spent a good fifteen minutes reading the first half of a short story by Tolstoy, "The Death of Ivan Ilyich" (you can read it online). It's one of those stories that is brilliantly funny for the first ten pages, and is thereafter about as enjoyable as a major car accident. Where you die.

But even Tolstoy's amazingly boring plot couldn't keep me from being excited at his talent for writing. This was a pure, character-driven story. Everything hinged on a well-humored glance, or a seemingly casual comment, or the way a person dressed. It was all so detailed and so fascinating.

So, I wanted to write that.

But I couldn't. Not tonight.

And as much as I believe in persistence and the power of simply working even when it's not fun, as a writer I've learned there are some times when I just can't push any further. There is an element of art to writing, and sometimes Art refuses to answer the doorbell, no matter how insistently I push on the buzzer.

So, instead, I wrote this. And I ratiocinate now, as I re-read it, it's better than anything I put in the short story.

Now I only have one question: Should this make me happy or sad?

Fri, 08 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 8, 2001

According to The Screen Savers, the top five best-selling computer games of all time (as of today) are...get ready for this...: at #5, Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?, #4 is Microsoft Flight Simulator, #3 The Sims, #2 Roller Coaster Tycoon (probably the "Wal-Mart Bargain Bin Syndrome"), and #1 Myst.

What's so interesting about this, besides the fact that Roller Coaster Tycoon is the #2 best-selling computer game of all time (I mean, c'mon, DOOM doesn't even hit the charts)? Take a closer look. What do all five of those games have in common?

There'll all non-violent. Now there's some chili dogs for thought.

Getting back to your regularly-scheduled me programming, that list that I wrote up worked out very well. I stopped counting after I ranked the top eight entries in importance, and managed to get through five of them. I could've done more, except I vegged out in front of the TV, watching Steven Martin documentaries. I'm beginning to suspect that he's a truly brilliant guy.

Thu, 07 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 7, 2001

Heh. Take a week off, and I don't have the time to update my diary.

I got two anime DVDs in the mail today; the Project A-Ko "Love and Robots" disc, which contains Project A-Ko 2 through Project A-Ko 4; and the first 13 episodes of Digimon on one disc.

Sadly, the Digimon disc is limited to introductory episodes; very little really good stuff. Still, they had some really cute "bloopers" ("Uh-oh! We have to contact Kabukleri...Kabusari..." "CUT!" <beep> "Uh-oh! We have to contact Kubut...Kabuk...I can do this!" "CUT!" <bee> "Uh-oh! We have to contact Kobikatukari...can we just call him Bob?"). I ended up watching the first and 13th episodes.

The A-Ko disc is great; I'd never seen any of it before sitting down to watch it today. I thought that Project A-Ko 2 was absolutely brilliant (they complete the Fist of the North Star spoof started in the first flick, among other things), and Project A-Ko 3 surprised me by being a solid little story, with less outright spoofiness. I haven't had a chance to watch Project A-Ko 4 yet.

I made a major update to UFO Dreams, my NieA Under 7 shrine, thanks to this guy who's been tossing a ton of content in my direction. I'm amazed at how much stuff this guy has been able to find. I though I was obssessive about NieA; he's finding pages I never knew existed.

I also found or re-wrote much of the User tutorials for SUB (I accidentally deleted them all a few days ago. It's good to see most of that site back in action.

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Other than that, I didn't get much of anything done today. I've been kind of annoyed at some online acquaintances lately, which put me in a funk lately. It's just one of those times when a lot of little annoyances have built up in my life to all prick me at once. I can stand them in small doses, but it sort of overwhelmed me today.

Still, I'm putting together a list of things to do, and hope to leap at that list tomorrow.

Oh, this is news: Daemonsong, a webdrama I'm involved in, is still getting a whole bunch of hits, even after we stopped updating it. The chief of the production (Saalon) is thinking of doing...something for those fans, so he asked me to put together a poll for the site. I've mocked up a test poll, and we'll put it all together tomorrow, hopefully.

Tue, 05 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 5, 2001

I knew when I woke up this morning that I probably wouldn't have much time to myself today. I decided to make the most of the day, though, and refrain from complaining or feeling depressed about it.

I woke up late; about 11:30 a.m. Dad and I went back to the airport and had excellent steak and cheese sandwiches at a little deli there, then exchanged our European money back into dollars (the currency exchange office didn't open until 1:30).

We then drove to Home Depot, where Dad bought a new storm door for our back door, and I bought some extra bricks for my garden path.

I came home and was able to check my e-mail before taking a shower, just in time for our company. We had Dorothy Jackson and my grandmother over for dinner, and had a lovely time. Dessert was a golden-brown cherry pie with bits of sugar on top, and a store-bought key lime pie topped with lots of whipped cream swirls. We're going to eat well for the next few days.

After they left, I re-checked my e-mail. My post to AtheOS-developer about development tools stirred up quite a bit of conversation. In particular, I've received several comments on my decision to write a Visual Basic-like "rapid application development" program. While there was initially some talk that VB was a bad start, people are mostly coming around to the idea.

In fact, I then began writing a functional spec for that development tool, which I've dubbed Calliope (after the Greek Muse of epic poetry). I don't think it'll be all that difficult to code.

Mon, 04 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 4, 2001

'Twas very productive today, despite early yearnings otherwise.

I started out with devotions on my deck, then I worked my way through two chapters of Jan Karon's At Home in Mitford. I had trouble motivating myself afterrwards, though. I just didn't want to do anything. So, I made a list of the things I wanted to do today:

  1. Do the trash
  2. Get perlite. What's perlite? It's a soil additive; I'd heard of a guy who kept potted plants in a mixture of peat moss and perlite.
  3. Plant the stuff I bought yesterday, in their pots (this is why I'd bought the perlite)
  4. Paint my computer case
  5. Catch up on this diary

The trash was done quickly enough. I then climbed into my pickup truck and drove to the post office, cancelling the hold on our mail and collecting the mail that had built up at my P.O. box (including an eBay purchase that had come through). I ran across the road to a hardware store in search of perlite; they had none, so I re-crossed the street and drove back to the nursery we visited yesterday, where I bought a bag of perlite and a little stone tortoise.

I had everything I needed for the pots, so I put my plants in those and hauled them up to the top of the wall. Lovely!

I did get into a brief argument with Dad, though. He'd made an off-hand remark to me during lunch which was meant to be kind but happened to probe a sensitive spot. After giving myself some time to cool down and figure out what to say, I went inside and apologized, explaining the situation. We patched it up immediately.

I then considered my options for painting my computer case. I was originally going to paint Pendragon blue and Lady the gunmetal grey, but after thinking about it I realized that Pendragon would look a lot better in the gunmetal grey. Plus, the gunmetal spray doesn't require a primer, so I decided I'd try to do a very quick job on Pendragon.

[Image of Pendragon]

So, I pulled the case off of Pendragon, disassembled the faceplate, and put all of that out on newspapers in the garage. Two coats of gunmetal grey spray paint later, and I brought them back inside and re-assembled them. I didn't even spray it with a clear finish. But boy, it looks fantastic.

I'll paint Lady with the blue spray paint that I bought.

After dinner, I wrote a diary entry for Thursday, and had Mom read it over. She seemed vaguely uneasy about it, but didn't have any specific problems with it, and said that I could post what I'd written. So, after making sure she didn't mind, I posted that entry. I'll be filling out those entries over the course of the week.

In the evening, I messed around with SUB, writing a script to create a .zip archive of all the tutorials. In doing so, I managed to delete all of the User tutorials. And I didn't have a backup yet. Arrrrg.

So, I posted a long message on the AtheOS developer mailing list, asking people to send me any cached copies of AtheDocs they might have lying around. I also talked about the current state of Kamidake, as well as my plans to shift my AtheOS development focus from end-user apps like Clio to development tools like B2A (a BeOS-to-AtheOS source code converter).

Sun, 03 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 3, 2001

Skipped church this morning.

Sat, 02 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 2, 2001

Spent most of the day in the garden, and ended up treating my parents to dinner at a local Irish pub. Had a great time.

Fri, 01 Jun 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 1, 2001

Our breakfast turned into an all-day trip to the mall. We just shopped and wandered around, eating ice cream cones and buying lots of little things. It was a great way to spin down from Thursday's anxiety.

Tue, 31 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 31, 2001

That was exciting. Last night, Postmaster went nuts and screwed up a bunch of my e-mails. I spent most of the night in a bad mood as I struggled to re-index the mails properly, before finding an app on BeBits that fixed the problem in about ten seconds. :sigh:

In any event, I got my tax relief check yesterday, so this morning -- after I was woken up at 7:00 by my nieces -- I stopped by my bank and deposited it. I've now got a reasonable "safety net" of cash in my main account, and a bit in my Otherspace Productions account. Financially, I'm content, though I want to build up some more money for my investments.

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Irrelevant side comment: I'm listening to some of the Macross Plus original soundtrack, and the middle part of "Fly up in the air ~ Tension" sounds amazingly similar to the music from Tron. Suspiciously similar.

Time for a new poll, methinks. Here are the results from the last one:

What sort of book was the most recent book you bought?
Fiction, SF/F (42%)
Fiction, other (14%)
Non-fiction (14%)
I like cream cheese (28%)
Mon, 30 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 30, 2001

Well, I tried to open a business checking account for Otherspace Productions this morning, only to discover that I needed a business license before they'll open the account. I ended up driving to a local government facility to apply for a business license (which I didn't need because the business will have under $10,000 in revenue, but I got it anyway) and a Residential Occupancy Permit (which I also didn't need, but I got anyway). I then opened the checking account.

I wanted to do this because Max sent me final candidate character designs for one of the characters in Wine (specifically, Ryo Masaki), so I now have a checking account that I can use to pay him for that design.

I've also been fiddling around with a web-based text adventure. There are only seven rooms so far, but I can always add to it. It's fun.

Sun, 29 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 29, 2001

I see that AtheOS version 0.3.5 just came out. This version comes with a web browser (based on Konqueror) and numerous bug fixes. Cool.

I didn't make it to church this morning, thanks to a splitting headache. I did manage to see the last two episodes of Neon Genesis Evangelion, thanks to a loan (and some urgings) from Saalon.

The last episodes of Evangelion amazed and impressed me. The last episode, in particular, presented a complex and eomtional issue with a surprising amount of visual dexterity and depth. This is as nicely-presented as the end of lain, though lain is a much stronger show overall IMHO.

Meanwhile, two of my nieces are here at the house. They'll be spending the week with us while their Dad is away and my sister is taking advantage of the time to get stuff done. So, that will be keeping us busy.

Let's see. While my sister was dropping off my nieces, I had a nice, long talk with her about incorporation. Based on her advice, I've decided that I'm going to start Otherspace Productions as a sole proprietorship, set up a business checking account, then incorporate only when needed. It turns out that incorporation doesn't really protect you financially as much as I thought it did.

Managed to get some work done on Calliope in the evening. See its webpage for more details.

I also put together a website for Saalon's short film leet. The site contains a bit of a treasure hunt, too, for the technologically-savvy.

Sat, 28 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 28, 2001
Fair quiet, have I found thee here,
And innocence, thy sister dear!
Mistaken long, I sought you then
In busy companies of men.
Your sacred plants, if here below
Only among the plants will grow.
Society is all but rude,
To this delicious solitude.
-- from "The Garden", Andrew Marvell (1621-1678)

Blood and ashes, this is a beautiful day. There is only a smattering of clouds; the sun is bright, the humidity has fled like a beaten bully, and the mperature is just the teensiest bit cool. Perfect.

I went to McLean Bible Church to teach about Redemption this morning, only to be the only one who showed up. So I read another chapter of American Gods, and got some chores done while I was out.

I came home and had a wonderful lunch, then cleaned my part of the house, mowed the lawns, and jumped into the pool for about twenty minutes. I then watched Masamune Shirow's Appleseed.

[Appleseed image]

I found Appleseed to be a pretty good use of 68 minutes. There was nothing in it that I particularly loved, and the constant stream of profanity in the English dub got old quickly, but it had a good set of characters and a decent story. It's a shame that the deeper elements of the plot and setting were never developed.

After dinner, Mom and I watched a Cartoon Network presentation of three Wallace and Grommit featurettes, which we enjoyed immensely. Afterwards, I watched a Good Eats episode on cabbage...a surprisingly useful vegetable, if cooked properly. It's too easy to make it turn out "the color of an army jeep," as the host put it.

I also received my trade paperback of Mark Kalesniko's Mail Order Bride, a "graphic novel" about a geeky American who orders an Asian bride. I was entranced by the subtlety of the couple's relationship and the artist's mastery of visual pacing, but unfortunately I felt that the ending fell flat on its face. Indeed, there really is no ending; the two have a gigantic fight, then the book ends with a review of scenes from the beginning of their relationship, when both are awkward and shy around each other. It was a real disappointment. Besides all of the vulgarity.

And now, I'm getting ready for bed. I wish I could say I'd been more productive today -- I'd hoped to work on Calliope, and write reviews of Appleseed and Mail Order Bride, but I'm too tired. Maybe tomorrow.

Fri, 27 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 27, 2001

I got very little done last night, though it was not through lack of trying on my part. I called my sister to get some insight into small business incorporation but she wasn't home. I called Saalon just to chat, but he wasn't home. I'd only had five hours of sleep the night before, so after doing my devotions (and reading about William of Ockham, the theologian who invented Occam's Razor), I watched The Screen Savers with my Mom.

I did mange to go to the gym, though I seem to have strained my wrist, so I couldn't lift weights. My left knee acted up again, too, so I walked instead of ran. Disappointing. At least I finally managed to take a photograph of an advertisement in the gym for their physical therapy services. That final phrase seems...awfully X-Men to me.

[IMAGE]

As for today, the big news would be that I bought a bunch of new anime DVD's at Suncoast:

Thu, 26 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 26, 2001

Well, I managed to stay up way too late last night, chatting with Brennen and Gulthek on Gul's new IRC server (64.34.84.5, port 6667) and mucking about with Blender tutorials.

Blender's a totally free 3D modelling and animation package. It's quite powerful, but is marred by an interface that's anywhere from "very different" to "non-intuitive" to "nuts," depending on who you ask. Still, I can get used to funky interfaces, and there are lots of Blender tutorials out there. I've always loved animation, so maybe this'll give me the tools I need to create some home-grown animation. Just following in Dash's footsteps, I guess.

I caught another episode of Gundam: 08th MS Team, which I'm still enjoying immensely. I'm starting to realize that 08th MS Team is much more Macross-like than most other Gundam shows; it's got a lighter tone, and the show is willing to revel in the innate coolness of giant robot fighting with lightsabres.

Meanwhile, this morning I posted a new programming tutorial to SUB, on launching a FileRequester.

Wed, 25 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 25, 2001

I must admit, I am proud of myself. I came home at 10:30 from a night out with friends, and proceeded to do my devotions, check my e-mail, and practice drawing. I could have abandoned it and instead gone directly to bed, but no! I kept up with it.

See, I have trouble saying "No" to myself. I often procrastinate on projects -- even fun ones -- because I don't want to do them right now. This is immature, of course, but it's also been somewhat difficult for me to fight. Now, I've realized how easy it is to fight.

Note what I said: procrastination is easy to fight. It's not easy to win. But even if you don't win, simply recognizing that I really do procrastinate has made it easier for me to recognize times when I am procrastinating.

OK, I'll climb off the soapbox now. But I feel so wonderful, having done what I want to do.

I've been making some changes to this site in the past couple of days. The change that I find most interesting is the recently updated files page (since removed), which automagically lists the files that have been updated recently on my personal website.

And while perusing the website for a surprisingly good magazine called Fast Company, I came across a paper on slacking off as it relates to computational tasks: thanks to Moore's Law, you can actually get a computationally-intensive project done faster if you wait a little while and buy (more powerful) computers later in the game.

In the evening, I caught up on my tapes of Mobile Suit Gundam, episodes 2 and 3. It's not quite as gritty as the first episode was, but there's no shortage of death and destruction (much of it personal). I'm impressed.

And on a totally different note, I'm thinking of upgrading Lady, so that it can handle software development. I'm still kind of in shock, that I can get a 900 Mhz AMD Duron, motherboard, and 256 MB of RAM for under USD $300. Tempting, but I'll have to wait until after I've spent money at Otakon August 11-13. I spent more than that at this year's Katsucon.

I've also decided to take the $300 I'm getting back from the IRS and put it into a fund for Otherspace Productions. Which means I should incorporate Otherspace so I can have an actual business checking account for it, so I'll actually be able to put that $300 somewhere.

Tue, 24 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 24, 2001

So, yesterday I posed the question: should I spread myself out amongst multiple projects? In organizing my thoughts on this topic, I listed the projects that I'm involved in. The list is quite long, and now that I'm looking at it, I'm trying to figure out the projects I should cut down on.

The question that I'm facing is this: Which of these projects would take up the most time (if I were keeping up with all of them), and which ones am I most committed to?

ProjectTime per WeekCommittment
Drawing/Sketching2.5 hoursVery strong
Teaching Redemption1.5 hoursPretty strong
Points of View1 hourStrong on paper, weak in practice
The AtheOS-developer FAQ10 minutesModerate
Role-playing3 hoursModerate
Playing the piano and violin2 hoursModerate
KamidakeLess than 1 hourModerate
Writing2 hoursWeak to moderate
AtheDocsHalf an hour, maybeWeak to moderate
Gardening4 hoursFairly weak
AtheOS programming6 to 8 hoursWeak. It's fun, but not hugely appealing.
BeOS programming6 to 8 hoursWeak

Well. From this chart, it's pretty clear that I should abandon my attempts at programming. Thinking back, I realize that I rarely complete the large-scale programming projects that I attempt. That said, I do complete smaller projects, so maybe if I should eliminate all of my projects except for Calliope, so I can focus on that.

I'm going to keep gardening, because that's partly therapeutic. I don't need to stop writing, either; I can take a vacation from writing without hurting anyone. AtheDocs doesn't require much time, nor does Kamidake.

And I'm pretty strongly committed to the rest of this list, so I guess I should focus on closing down my spurious programming projects.

Anything else going on? Well, AIC has announced that the third Tenchi Muyo! OVA will be released next spring, concurrent with a new spin-off OVA and TV series that will focus on Galaxy Police officers (IIRC Mihoshi and Kiyone will make guest appearances, but the rest of the gang will be out of it).

Miyazaki's new film, Sen to Chihiro no Kamikakushi, opened July 20th and drew a 20% larger audience than Princess Mononoke on its first weekend. Good to hear. I can't wait to see it over here.

Mon, 23 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 23, 2001

Well, Cartoon Network made the big announcement: they'll be showing Cowboy Bebop this fall. And as Saalon pointed out, there's really not much for them to edit.

I taped the first episode of Mobile Suit Gundam, and watched it tonight. It's...frankly, amazing. It's uncompromisingly brutal in its depiction of war (heck, dozens of people die right in front of the camera), and unexpectedly dramatic. There's an innovative purity to its storytelling. I'm actually looking forward to seeing what happens next, despite the outdated animation.

I also watched Outlaw Star, which is confirming my opinion that it's the "poor man's Cowboy Bebop." Well, perhaps that's an unfair statement; I mean that, while Bebop is fantastic, Outlaw Star is merely very good. OS manages to combine cool action, quirky characters, background drama, and signature anime humor and have fun all along the way. And you gotta love Hawking and Starwind Services' motto: "We fix everything from tractors to relationships."

[Gundams]

And as I type this, I'm watching Gundam 08th MS Squadron. It's not particularly innovative, but it's good stuff thus far. Solid plotting and interesting characters. And it had character designer Toshihiro Kawamoto, character designer for Mighty Space Miners (and Cowboy Bebop!), which is cool.

Meanwhile, I'm struggling with a basic life question. My conflict can be summed up in the following sentence:

Is consistent, long-term attention to a single project necessarily mature?

I look at Piro, creator and artist of MegaTokyo, who spends an average of 4-5 hours every day on MT-related work. I compare that to my own life, where I'm trying to do work for Points of View, my online gallery, AtheOS programming, BeOS programming, the AtheOS-developer FAQ, SUB, Kamidake, writing, Redemption, role-playing, playing the piano and violin, and gardening, among other things. I'm trying to do an awful lot. And, momentarily avoiding the question of whether I'm spread too thin, I'm wondering whether I should spread myself at all.

For example: What if I focused on AtheOS programming? I could certainly get a lot more done. Should I focus on only one or two things? I've always felt that success requires heavy dedication to a project. Many, many hours. Is that true?

I honestly don't know. I'd appreciate your opinions; I feel like a freshly caught fish, struggling in the boat to find water. I have no idea what's right here. Or if there is a right.

Sat, 21 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 21, 2001

Got an e-mail the other day from the Otakon folks, and it looks like my music video "Deathdance" won't be in the contest. They got 150 videos and only had room for 38. Of course, they'll try to show all of the others in the overflow rooms, but...:sigh: that's disappointing, especially since I got my video in very early.

I went over to McLean Bible Church this morning to talk about the Redemption game. Only two people showed up this time, but at least they were different people. I played an example game with them to show them how it works, and then bought five booster packs of cards for myself, plus a book on Christian theologians.

I also explained to the woman organizing this that I may not be able to make it next week, since I'd arranged with some online friends to meet at Anthrocon next weekend. However, we haven't worked out exact meeting plans, so I'll have to talk with them before I'll know if I even want to go.

(This is a bit more of a challenge than it might first appear to be, due to the fact that I can't remember which of my online friends were goint to meet me at Anthrocon.)

I then put this week's backup tape in my safe deposit box, bought some extra bird food, and had lunch at a hole-in-the-wall sub shop.

I ended up puttering around in the garden for a couple of hours in the afternoon, performing general maintenance. After my parents left the house for a dinner date, I watched the third DVD of Dual! (great stuff) and cleaned the house.

And that was about everything that happened to me today. I'll try to remember to post a Points of View review of the Dual disc at some point; I enjoyed it thoroughly, despite the rather awful background music.

I see that Brennen's successfully moved to p1k3.com, where he seems to be assembling his website nicely. We had a nice chat today about writing, where he suggested I try my hand at some technical articles. I'm thinking about it; I'd sure like to get published again at some point.

Writing Thoughts

Sat

12:41 a.m.

It's odd. I haven't used this writing diary in quite awhile, and it feels dusty and unused, like a gardening shed that's been rusted shut for years. I half expect spiders to scurry across my screen as I disturb the grave-like peace with my typing, and then I remind myself that this is just a set of bits on a server somewhere. I don't even know where the server is; it could be anywhere in the world for all I know.

I'm writing this entry because I've just watched a lot of TV. I don't watch TV much, so in this case, "a lot of TV" translates to a few hours' worth of staring at a big grey box with flashy pictures.

In watching that TV, I saw a number of things that inspired me. The middle half of Princess Mononoke was one, which should be enough to inspire anyone. I also caught advertisements for the upcoming Toonami programs Samurai Jack and Gundam 08th MS Team. I felt filled with the divine fire of creativity, that sense of ability. That sense that I can make great things.

The problem is, I can't.

I've been trying to think of great things to create (other than Wine). I've been reading American Gods, which I hoped would remind me of how novels work. I've been thinking about that promo for Gundam 08th MS Team, and the plot that it described, and wondering how I could create something like that.

And nothing comes. My mind refuses to generate any stories. I've been this way for...well, years now.

I wasn't always like this. I used to be able to write up stories off the top of my head, practically any time. Plot wasn't difficult for me. Why do I now struggle to conceive so much as the germ of a story?

And as I type this, I'm realizing that maybe I've got the wrong perspective on writing. I'm assuming that I should be able to create interesting plots ex nihilo; is that what I did? Or did I start with an idea and build familiar plot elements around that?

Come to think of it, is that how I should be approaching stories, from a plot perspective? What about the characters? Why am I trying so hard to come up with a story when I'm not thinking about the characters?

My gosh. Is that what's been holding me back all this time? Have I spent the past sevearl years drawing blood out of a stone of rare creativity, when I was simply approaching my stories from an immature angle? Sure, starting with a plot is one way of coming up with a story, but is it my way? Is it the best way for me? Maybe I could start looking for interesting characters and situations instead of plots.

Or maybe I need to watch less TV.

Fri, 20 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 20, 2001

I think I updated yesterday's diary entry six separate times. Some days are like that; there's so much to talk about and I feel like I have to record it before I forget.

I did manage to work on Calliope, adding a notification that's sent between the Toolbox window and the Draft window when the user selects a widget to be added to the Draft window. Now I should start creating widget objects.

A leaf that I drew

I also practiced a new drawing skill. I went out into my garden, pulled up a weed, and tore off the leaves. I then placed the leaves on my desk and tried to sketch them. The delicacy of the leaves' structure made an exact sketch difficult, but after drawing two poor specimens, I ended up with one drawing that I liked (see right). I used it to create a new title graphic for my gallery, too.

I've decided that I won't try to meet up with Saalon during the filming of his short film leet. Otakon will give me enough stress for that weekend.

Thu, 19 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 19, 2001

I'm sort of a do-it-yourselfer, particularly when it comes to software. If a program doesn't do everything that I want it to, well, why not re-write it myself?

As a result, I wrote the program that I use to analyze traffic on other-space.com. There are lots of apps that will do this automatically with as much style as Elle Macpherson, but I couldn't find one that was easy to set up or use.

That's why I spent several hours yesterday combing my log files so that I could create a report of referrals. Every time anyone hits my site, not only is the hit logged, but so is the URL that the visitor is coming from. Now I can view a report of the sites that are linking to me.

Excite screenshot

And I found out that...well, check out this (slightly edited) screenshot from an Excite search for "telekinesis" on the right. Why is Wine the second-most choice for telling people about telekinesis?

Other than that, there aren't that many weird referrals. Well, since I warn of "hentai content" in one of my links off of ABe Watch, I've gotten a couple of peopel searching for "hentai." I also found out that this page on Be.com links to my comp.sys.be.help FAQ. Cool.

So, what else is going on in my life? I had a chat with Saalon last night about his short film leet. It's looking great.

I'm thinking of flying up to see Saal the week he starts shooting, but I don't know if I can make it, as that coincides with the weekend of Otakon. And Pioneer will probably be showing NieA Under 7 there, which I feel like I can't miss.

If I plan to miss Sunday at Otakon, I can get a US Airways flight leaving at 8:10 p.m. from Reagan National on Saturday, and come back (arriving) at 7:10 p.m. on Monday. I'd have to skip a day of work, but I just might be able to swing this. :sigh: I really wish Otakon had published their schedule of events on their website by now, so I'd know if I'd be missing anything that way (they may show NieA at 9:00 p.m. on Saturday).

What else? I want to work on Calliope tonight, if I can make time for it. My plans rarely match up with my reality, but is that due to circumstances or laziness? I suspect the latter.

You'll probably have noticed that I added the navigation bar to the side of this diary page. I'm annoyed at the amount of space that the navbar takes up, but I think this is the best thing to do.

(Boy, this is turning into a long entry.)

I ended up reading several dozen pages of American Gods last night. I like it thus far, despite its frequent vulgarity. I'm intrigued by all of the characters -- particularly the protagonist, Shadow -- and the prose is as engaging as I'd hoped it would be. Unfortunately, it suffers from a malady that I only identified today: Rampant selfishness. Nobody cares about anyone else, except Shadow for his wife, and (minor spoiler here, but it happens in the first chapter) she dies before the plot kicks in. This crops up a lot in Sandman, too; nobody really cares about anyone, except where it happens to intersect with their own current goals.

Which, while understandable in some people, doesn't make for a particularly enjoyable reading experience.

But this is Gaiman, man. It's still worth it, thus far.

"People have stopped assuming I'm American though, and my daughter Holly, when I phoned home last night, said 'Dad! You sound so English!' which I shall take as a compliment, although I'm not entirely sure that was how she meant it. Really, my accent is just a universal sort of case of 'you aren't from round here, are you?' " -- Neil Gaiman, July 13, 2001

Wed, 18 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 18, 2001

Whew! My site seems back to normal. That was kinda scary. I still don't know what happened, but everything's back.

Every experience holds its lesson, though, and I've learned that I need to be more committed to regular backups. I'll make sure to make a backup this week. I've also realized that I haven't actually tested my backups. Sure, I have .tar.gz files of my website, but what would happen if I unzipped them? Are the permissions preserved?

In any event, I should mention here that I'm getting back into the mood for some serious writing. I think I've gotten over the glamor of becoming a writer, and am now ready to just write. I do have fun writing; I just need something to write.

And now that I'm role-playing in the Nobilis metaverse, I have plenty of fodder for stories.

Oh, this is cool: You know that Redemption game that I'm involved in? The woman organizing it is going to see if she can get the creator of the game to come down here so we can meet him. I'd love to write a new edition of the rules, which is not outside the realm of possibility.

And hey, ma, the company I work for is in the papers. It's a good article, too.

Time for a new poll. Here are the results from the last one (turned out to be spread pretty evenly across all of the possibilities):

Which is the most important attribute for productivity software that you use?
Stability (22%)
Performance (27%)
Cost (16%)
Ease of Installation (16%)
Ease of Use (16%)
Tue, 17 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 17, 2001

As you can probably see, my website's doing crazy things. I've contacted my sysadmin about it, but haven't heard back from him yet. Rest assured that I'll try to fix everything as soon as I know anything about the situation.

I bought a copy of Neil Gaiman's latest book American Gods today. I've only read the first couple of pages, but it's great so far.

And after a really frustrating day at work, I went out for my first "real" role-playing session with some co-workers. We're using the Nobilis ruleset, and the adventure just got started last week, so I have plenty of time to get used to things. My main character hasn't even been introduced yet, so for tonight I played a key grip on porn films who happens to be vacationing in Kenya. And who is about to witness an enChanceling, I believe. Either way, I had a whole lot of fun.

And now I'm home, yawning at the computer, chatting amiably with Brennen (who's moving to p1k3.com, incidentally) about web browsers and writing urges.

Sat, 14 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 14, 2001

This is weird. Normally, I tire of ICQ conversations quickly. For the past few days, I've been wanting to chat with Saalon and Brennen, and they haven't been on ICQ. :sigh:

I do know that Saalon's working on pre-production for his short film, leet, mainly because I just received the third draft of the script today. It's improving nicely, too. Ideas for improvements are forming in the back of my mind, so I'm printing the script to review in bed. Like I ever have enough energy to read in bed.

[Redemption card]
A Redemption card

I spent the morning at McLean Bible Church, leading a class on the Redemption collectible card game. Actually, I was showing the three people who came the basics of gameplay. We played two games and enjoyed ourselves, though. We hope to be able to start a club, providing more people show up at future (weekly) installments of this class.

I came home and spent some time finishing a little video project of mine. I took the preliminary Wine character sketches and assembled them into a montage video, set to an mp3 of Faure's Pavanne. I'd link to it here, except that personalStudio won't export the video properly. More updates if I can wrestle personalStudio into doing my will.

Myself and my parents then drove out to see the National Symphony Orchestra play selections from movie soundtracks. I'd bought the tickets awhile back, and had been looking forward to the concert. It was wonderful; the the raucous, vibrant rhythm of West Side Story combined with the the classic melody of The Sorceror's Apprentice, leading into the haunting music from Schindler's List and building up to the final, explosive selections from Star Wars. The applause was tremendous.

It's almost midnight right now as I write this entry. I wish I could spend the next half an hour describing my emotions as I listened to the music tonight, of the feather that drifted down from the heights as the theme from JFK played, the energy of the orchestra as they played Mr. Holland's Opus, the perfect beauty of a balmy, breezy Virginia evening. But I have to go to bed.

So, I will.

Fri, 13 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 13, 2001

It's Friday the Thirteenth. Whoooo.

Well, now I'm tired. After a long and unproductive day at work, I ran for 20 minutes at the gym before coming home, wolfing down two pieces of pizza, and mowing the back lawn. And now I have to clean my part of the house. You can imagine my enthusiasm.

Very little happened today, except that I spent some down-time at work cleaning up UFO Dreams, my NieA_7 shrine. I still need to add all of the content that's been kindly submitted in the last month or so.

[NieA screenshot]
Screen capture from NieA_7

I've been thinking about NieA_7 lately. It's a special show for me; I have an unreasoning interest in the show and the characters, for no particular reason I can come up with.

But I haven't been enthusiastic about NieA for several months. Do I still love it? Certainly not with the same ardour I felt a year ago.

I wonder if I liked the show just because it was new and different, and now the gold has lost its lustre. Or perhaps I'm merely going through a period of low interest, and my love of the show will kick back into high gear soon. I certainly hope it's the latter, though I don't know why.

Thu, 12 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 12, 2001

Heh. Yahoo! Weekly Picks featured a lovely site: A Netizen's Guide to Flame Warriors. The illustrations elevate this particular guide into the realm of genius; you can even order an 8.5x11" print for only USD $5. Tiny Yapper, Profundus Maximus, and Bliss Ninny are tempting me. Acne is good, too.

Hey, there's even an entry for Fanatic.

Miscellaneous anime news:

Ain't It Cool News posted an interview with Mark Hamill (the guy who played Luke Skywalker), in which Hamill's laid-back personality is revealed.

Wed, 11 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 11, 2001

As you can see, I spent much of today redesigning my personal website. I vastly prefer the new layout. Its only disadvantage in this new scheme is the fact that I've had to disable the navigational column on this diary page. It just takes up too much space, or at least it does if I want to keep putting pretty pictures on this diary.

That was about all I got accomplished. Most of the evening was spent chatting with Mom, though I at least did my devotions and started on a new drawing.

Here's something unusual: I bought a set of blank note cards and envelopes. I want to start hand-writing "Thank You" cards, personally decorating them and such. It's a neat way for me to put some effort into something.

Ugh, my prose looks like it's drunk. Heh, no wonder; it's 2 a.m. Better sign off.

Tue, 10 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 10, 2001
[Inu Yasha]
Inu Yasha

Some interesting anime news: Viz has acquired the rights to Inu Yasha, the latest series from Rumiko "Goddess of Manga" Takahashi (creator of Maison Ikkoku, Urusei Yatsura, and Ranma 1/2, and the wealthiest female in Japan). However, what's interesting about this acquisition is that Viz plans to pursue a television broadcast of the series before they try to get it on DVD or VHS. This could be a new trend in American anime releases, attempting to get more anime on TV before it's available for purchase. I really like this idea.

I also see that the original Gundam series should be premiering on Toonami on Monday, July 23rd at 5:00 p.m. Maybe I'll try to get home early that day.

In other news, I'm back at work today. I still have a sore throat, but my other symptoms are waning. I just hope that being at work doesn't cause a relapse.

I'm writing a "post-release review" document at work. It's my attempt to record the decisions that we made as we implemented online help here at Intersect, so that we can look back on the process and learn from it. I haven't told anyone that I'm writing anything this extensive, though we are all encouraged to write a "lessons learned" document about the release. I wonder how people will react to it.

I've been convicted lately to get on the ball with Wine, so maybe tonight I'll try to get in touch with everyone and plot out some ideas for the future. Hmmm. This is probably a good place to talk about that, so I'll try to organize my thoughts and post a run-down of my plans later today.

And it's about time for a new poll. Here are the results from the previous one:

The court has handed down a 125-page ruling on Microsoft (check out the timeline). What do you think of everyone's favorite OS maker?
They're a monopoly, no question. (50%)
Well, they do some monopolistic things, but they may not be a full-scale monopoly. (16%)
I don't think they're a monopoly. (0%)
Oh, I just don't care anymore. (33%)
Mon, 09 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 9, 2001

Saalon: While I sat on the plane coming back from Boston, I realized that I didn't bring the tripod for the camcorder. I'll ship it to you soon.

I stayed home from work today, taking care of whatever's made me sick. Fortunately, my symptoms are waning, so I should be able to return to work tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I didn't watch any anime. Amazed? I am too. I did catch most of The Greatest Show on Earth and 12 Angry Men, which strikes me as the two most opposite films in existence. And besides time-wasting fare, I caught some excellent episodes of Batman Beyond and today's episode of The Screen Savers.

And I had to share this:

"Hey, we're back! Thank you very much. Y'know, we've been gone a week, and I just wanted to say...it wasn't a scheduled break, um.... See, I guess it was about ten days ago that I saw this film, called Battlefield Earth...." -- John Stewart, The Daily Show, July 9, 2001

Sun, 08 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 8, 2001

I had hoped to spend some time this weekend going over Wine with Saalon, but it didn't happen. It was my fault for not mentiong it while I was there, and since I didn't wake up until 10:00, after watching Armitage III we only really had time for a meal before Saalon and LWQ dropped me off at Logan Airport.

It turns out we could have taken our time. A small plane had crashed on a runway at Logan earlier in the day, causing an hour-and-a-half closing of the airport and a two-hour delay of my flight (but, fortunately, no casualties or serious injuries). And my spirits were lifted immeasurably by a definite feeling that I was getting sick.

So, I got to sit in an airport for two and a half hours, and in a plane for an hour and a half, nauseous as an overstuffed Klump, my throat sore and my skin prickling with hot flashes. Fun.

I arrived at Dulles around 7:00 and wormed my way to my truck. After calling home to affirm that I had, indeed, made it, I drove home. The relief I felt as I drove into the garage was immeasurable. My parents met me there and helped me get into the house and into bed.

And that was about all that I can think of that happened.

Sat, 07 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 7, 2001

I did manage to make it up to Saalon's. It was a tire this time.

Everything went smoothly -- driving, parking, waiting, boarding -- until we actually sat down on the tiny little plane at 7:00. The captain's voice echoed over the intercom, telling us that there was a problem with a tire, and we'd have to wait a little while.

We waited patiently, then about ten minutes later, we got the funniest news I've had this whole trip. United Airlines, it appears, did not have a spare tire and would have to have one shipped from another airport.

We ended up being put onto another flight, which left at 9:35. At this point, I'm amazed that that flight went perfectly.

Saalon met me at the airport. I was hoping he'd been told about the change in flights, and he was...after wandering around the Byzantine labyrinth of baggage claim in search of someone to ask.

Not that I'm annoyed or anything.

We drove to Saalon's place, in which I got my first glimpse of Boston traffic. People complain about D.C. area driving, but that's a tugboat next to an ocean liner compared to Boston. I have never seen as much aggressive driving.

[Erin]

But now I'm here. I've finally met LWQuestie, and since she's sitting next to me as I type this, I'll say that she's a longtime chat friend and all-around nice girl. ;-) Seriously, she is. Amazingly nice and easy to get along with.

Before we went to bed on Friday, Saalon showed me Oni and Zone of the Enders, two excellent anime-style Playstation games. Both were a lot of fun, though oddly I knew I'd never have the urge to buy them or play them for long stretches. They're cool, but I've just outgrown video games, at least as a personal hobby.

Then today (Saturday), we watched Project A-Ko 2, Perfect Blue (an extremely well-made psychological thriller), the The Castle of Cagliostro, the season finale of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and a late-night episode of Tokyo Babylon (a modern cult-powers anime series, of which at least this episode really, really sucked).

And then, to bed.

Fri, 06 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 6, 2001

I'll be flying up to meet with Saalon and LWQuestie tonight, provided that all goes well. The last time I attempted this, it didn't exactly go well, but I can do no more than wait and hope that nothing goes wrong.

Meanwhile, work has been alternatively stressful and boring. I got a phone call from my boss this morning, informing me that context-sensitive help was not working in the current build. Since we're planning to burn the current build to a CD to take it out to our first customer today, this was an important matter. I leaped into some clothes and drove directly to work, fixed the problem, then had nothing to do. I returned home to shave and grab some travel stuff, and later in the afternoon had another heart-stopping problem, which turned out to not be our problem.

Since then, I've had nothing to do at work. We're basically just waiting around in case something goes wrong; meanwhile, we don't have any firm requirements on our work for the next release. I feel sort of like the guy in a recent ad, who's put on a treadmill that keeps jerking to a halt before coming back on at full speed.

Things aren't all bad, though; my VHS tape of My Neighbor Totoro came in, along with both of the Macross Plus soundtrack CDs. I'm listening to the second soundtrack right now, which contains mostly music that was only played for a few moments, or not at all if I'm remembering properly.

Thu, 05 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 5, 2001

Well, my day at work pretty much sucked. It wasn't due to anybody or anything; it was just the sheer amount of annoying last-minute work that I had to do today. I found myself hand-editing screenshots pixel-by-pixel at 5:45. Ugh.

So, I came home and pretty much crashed. I tried to watch my Project A-Ko: Uncivil Wars DVD except that it won't play properly, so I ended up watching an episode of Bubblegum Crisis 2040, followed by the first half of Princess Mononoke. Not a bad way to spend an evening.

I also did a little work on Calliope and a little AtheOS app that should draw gently drifting snowflakes, if I can just write it properly.

I'm so looking forward to my trip to Saalon's this weekend.

Wed, 04 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 4, 2001 — Independence Day (USA)

I managed to drag myself out of bed at 6:30 this morning to trek down to the "fun run" in Great Falls. We were joined by over a hundred other T-shirt-clad folks, from well-muscled profesional runners to Baby Boomers to 8-year-olds who were just doing it for the fun.

Dad and I both ran, and we ended up coming in nearer the front of the pack than the rear. We also pushed ourselves too hard, so that we would run for ten minutes, then walk for a minute or two, then go back to running. So, now we know to concentrate on a steady pace. We calculate that we averaged an eight-minute mile, though, which is a very good pace. I'm aiming for a seven-minute mile, but I'm pleased as punch to know that I'm already at about eight.

I came home and wrestled with my printer, trying to get BeOS to print to my Brother MFC-4650. No dice. Eventually I bagged the whole exercise and mowed the lawns as heavy grey rainclouds gathered overhead. I managed to get inside before the deluge hit, and we've had pretty intense rain on and off all night since then.

I had a good four-hour conversation with Saalon about Wine, a discussion which deserves an entry tomorrow, considering the amount of detail I'm putting into today's entry. I'll limit myself to explaining that he led me to re-think my entire techncail approach to the series.

I then watched the rest of Kicking and Screaming, a comedy about a bunch of losers who have just graduated college but can't quite bring themselves to get out into the "real world." I didn't like it much, as I didn't sympathize with any of the characters, but it did have some funny moments. I'd rate it a C+, maybe, if anyone wants an oversimplistic final judgment.

I then caught a bit of an episode of The Big O -- which surprised me with its serious storytelling and expert economy of animation (saving the smooth animation for the action sequences) -- before driving out to see Shrek at a local theater.

Shrek was a joy. It's a spoof of fairy tales while also being a lovely fairy tale itself. It also spends much of its time poking fun at Disney, and manages to do so without being tiresome or angry. If you saw and liked Antz, you'll probably like Shrek. Great fun.

[White double impatiens blossom]
A white double impatiens blossom that has nothing to do with this diary entry

After Shrek was over, I walked over to a nearby bookstore and bought the latest issue of PC Magazine (John C. Dvorak's columns are always a joy) and a copy of The Peacable Kingdom by Stan Richards, about how he combats tribalism and other faction-creating things at The Richards Group, a highly successful advertising firm (they did the Corona at-the-beach ads, the Motel 6 "We'll leave the light on for ya" ads, and the Chik Fil-A "Eat Mor Chikin" ads).

I was fascinated to read that, at The Richards Group, your physical location has absolutely no relation to the team you work in. Your manager may be halfway across the floor from you (or separated by another floor). Your office-mates may be a copyeditor, another manager, and a technical intern. Interesting way of working, no? Imagine a place where those you're most friendly with are those that do wildly different things than you do. And imagine how much you'd know about what's going on in the company, compared to staying within your own little world.

Tue, 03 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 3, 2001

:sigh: I wrote a lovely article about Usenet as my diary entry this morning, and forgot to save it. I don't even know if I want to recreate it now.

I commented on a quote from Brennen's diary entry from Thursday:

Usenet. An all consuming mass into which my time and attention hurtle as into the event horizon of some textual black hole. And I just lurk. How does anyone actually participate actively and do *anything* else with their life?

I've been thinking about this, and though I'm sure Brennen meant his question rhetorically, I have an answer: posting to a newsgroup really doesn't take any more time than lurking.

The reason is because, when one participates in a newsgroup, one begins to filter out much of the conversation. On the newsgroups that I check, I'll only participate in anywhere between 30% to 70% of the discussion threads.

When I lurk, on the other hand, I find myself trying to synthesize as much data as possible; I skim a lot more messages than I would when participating. So they both end up taking similar amounts of time.

This reminds me that, while I'm on the subject, I should mention that Google Groups now allows posting to Usenet, a feature I've been taking advantage of lately. alt.fiction.original is a surprisingly enjoyable place to stretch one's craft.

I had a long phone conversation with Saalon last night, where we talked about some potential issues with Wine. We resolved them, and I was amazed again at how well our minds sync up. We make a good team, a fact that I want to take advantage of in the future as much as possible.

I also managed to get to bed at a reasonable hour, which netted me a good nine hours of sleep last night. My brain is now functioning a little better than it has been the past few days. I'll try to get to bed really early tonight, in preparation for a race I'm going to run tomorrow morning (starting at 7:15...ugh). It's a "fun run;" no numbers or real competition, and it's only 5 kilometers long (or 3 miles). I've been wanting to get into running competitions, though, so this should be the perfect opportunity.

And on a totally different tack, I was sort of shocked to see this ad pop up on an Angelfire banner ad. Sort of...I dunno, R-rated.

[Breast Examination banner ad]

Mon, 02 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 2, 2001

I watched all 57 minutes of Spring and Chaos last night, and as a result I paced the floor of my bedroom until 3:00 a.m. as my mind digested what I'd seen.

[Spring and Chaos cover]

Spring and Chaos is quite hard to define. It's about Kenji Miyazawa, one of Japan's greatest poets. He lived an exuberant but out-of-the-way life, and his poetry and writings received very little attention until after his death. Spring and Chaos isn't exactly a biography, though the viewer is treated to major events in Miyazawa's life. There's no real story, either, at least not in the traditional sense.

This is the presentation of a person. More than anything else, I think, Spring and Chaos tries to get across to the audience who Kenji Miyazawa really was; writer, idealist, teacher, and humanist. It tries to show you what Miyazawa had to deal with in his life, what he saw and how he felt.

As I'm sure you have figured out by now, I was enthralled by the beautiful imagery and feelings present in this little film. Watching Spring and Chaos is one of those full-scale Experiences, and as a result are very difficult to define.

It made me think about Wine, and the fact that I haven't really been thinking about it much lately. Watching Spring and Chaos has inspired me to work at building that dream again. I'm going to e-mail the character designer tonight to see how he's doing, and in general try to pull the pre-production together in my mind.

Sun, 01 Jul 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 1, 2001
[Nene cel]
Nene Romanova from Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040

Woohoo! I won this cel of Nene from Bubblegum Crisis 2040 today!

Fri, 31 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 31, 2001

OK, I just finished reading this interview with Berkeley Breathed, the guy behind Bloom County, and I urge those three people who read this diary to try reading that interview. Like most great interviews, it cannot be categorized; Breathed (just how do you pronounce that name, anyway?) touches on the nature of cartoons, practical considerations for artists, political perceptions, and being a Dad.

Thu, 30 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 30, 2001

OK, I promised to talk about Showstopper! and Windows NT. I'll get a copy of the book later on today and copy down the exact statement that made my mental jaw drop to the floor.

[IMAGE]

My parents have gone down to North Carolina for the weekend to attend a wedding and sightsee, so I'll be home alone until Sunday. This means I have to take care of the plants and feed and walk the dogs -- which, in turn, requires that I come home from work every few hours to walk them. I don't mind; this is a fun break from routine, and I'm always more productive when there's nobody around.

I spent about an hour last night designing the save mechanism for Calliope. It was a classic scenario for design advocates. I started with a rough idea of the implementation, which I expected to need about one side of one page of paper. Half an hour into the design, I had a nice design which covered both sides of a piece of paper. I then saw areas that I could refine and simplify, so that I ended up with a design that fitted on half of one side of a piece of paper, and will be more flexible than my original plan.

Now I have to design the loading mechanism. Well, and implement saving.

Wed, 29 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 29, 2001

Well, I arrived at work this morning to discover that the power was out. So, we sat around and chatted until the power came back on, but even at that point,t, the network was still down. All of our work was stored on the network, so we sat around and chatted until lunch time, where we decided to go out to Uno's. By the time we got back, the network was back up, but it was 2:00 already. So, we got a bit of work done, but precious little.

That's OK, though, because management has decided that we won't release our current version to the customer. This means that we have several extra weeks to get our documentation in order, so we won't have to work weekends getting it ready. Yay!

Meanwhile...not much happening in my personal life. I may alternate Sundays between AWANA (a kids' club) at McLean Bible Church, and Kairos (a young adults' club) at The Falls Church. That schedule would satisfy my duty to work in AWANA, while also giving me a chance to form some friendships at Kairos. I could certainly use a few more physical friends, particular those in the same spiritual camp.

[Boogiepop Phantom cover art]
Boogiepop Phantom
covert art

I didn't work on Calliope tonight, as I'm designing the code needed to save the user's work as they go. I also want Calliope to pre-load the project that was loaded when the user last used Calliope, with the windows in the same configuration. Both features require quite some thought.

I also received the first NieA_7 DVD from Right Stuf, which I'd special ordered the day before buying it at a video store. I think I'll just send this disc to Saalon.

Included with the NieA_7 disc was a big glossy advertisement for the upcoming release of Boogiepop Phantom, a psychological thriller / horror anime series in the same stylistic vein as serial experiments lain. It looks to be very...intriguing, to say the least. Which I will.

Tue, 28 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 28, 2001 [Li Mu Bai, a.k.a. Chow Yun-Fat, from Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon]

There are certain days at work in which all the planets align. You cut through your work load like you were Li Mu Bai; efficient, yet graceful. You stride out of the office building at the end of the day fulfilled, content.

Yesterday was not one of those days. I was trying to get RoboHelp to build our online help system, but it kept crashing and corrupting the project file. It took me nine hours to complete a ten-minute task.

Looking at it through a half-full glass, at least I completed the build. So, while I was aggravated throughout the day, I was able to leave the building with a clear conscience.

At home, I managed to fix one of the two big bugs in Calliope that had been causing me trouble, but kept ramming my head against the second, which still refuses to yield any clues. I may have to put the AtheOS-developer mailing list on a treasure hunt to find this thing.

And here's something I chortled at, read on a different mailing list, in response to an out-of-memory problem a user had encountered:

Hi Earl,

YES!

I took care of it in VERY short order. I moved to a real OS--Win2K.

And...hmmm. I want to talk about a book I just read, Showstopper!. I'm annoyed at the context-switches within these diary entries. I can't come up with a way to fix it, though. I'll wait to talk about Showstopper! tomorrow. It's about the development of Windows NT, and the author draws some conclusions that struck me as odd.

Mon, 27 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 27, 2001

Heh. I've kinda slacked off when it comes to updating this diary. Oh well.

Friday night, my Dad came home from oral surgery and spent the rest of the night in the den watching television. Since the den has the only working DVD player in the house, I had to wait until 11:00 p.m. to pop in the first NieA Under 7 disc.

[Screen shot from NieA_7]

I had planned to only watch the first episode, but ended up watching all of them. I'm happy to report that I still have a weird love for this series, and I have no idea why. There's a fair amount of stupid comedy, which gets old (particularly in the third episode), but when the show decides to be serious, it suddenly drops into beautiful, compelling character moments.

By this point it was past my bed time, but I went all-out and watched the first few episodes of Robotech: The Macross Saga. I had no idea it was so well-animated and just plain cool to watch. There are several frankly incredible action segments in the first two episodes alone.

[Robotech DVD cover]

Other than that, I didn't do much of consequence this weekend. I spent a fair amount of time trying to track two phantom bugs in Calliope, making no progress whatsoever.

I also got an e-mail from Eugenia Loli-Queru, where she offerred to give me a new engine for Kamidake. That would be handy, though I worry about size and complexity. I may not be able to grok the code.

Fri, 24 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 24, 2001

I feel so content now. I just bought the first DVD of NieA Under 7. I've literally been waiting years for this moment, starting when I first saw choppy RealVideo streams of the middle few episodes a few years ago. It's taken so long, and now it's finally here.

More updates later; I have to head to the gym. Things are going well for me; Calliope is progressing, Max is chugging along with Wine character designs, and I'm heading to McLean Bible Church tonight for an AWANA pre-planning meeting.

Thu, 23 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 23, 2001

...And I ended up working a 15-hour day yesterday, getting home at 12:45 a.m. There's just so much to do.

Wed, 22 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 22, 2001

I did not write a diary entry yesterday, because here's what I did yesterday:

Yep, I went to bed at 8:45 p.m. last night. I've been staying up late far too often recently, so it was time for me to recharge. I woke up around 6:30 a.m. this morning; I'd rather have slept through to 8:00 or so, but I got ten hours of sleep as it is. So, I can't complain.

I've spent much of my life doing whatever I felt like doing at the time. That doesn't mean I make no plans nor that I throw caution to the wind; I'm talking about walking into my room after work, and setting my little black briefcase on the floor. What do I do next? Usually, it's whatever I feel like doing at that moment.

I'm beginning to realize that I can control my actions, even at that level. I can decide to do something else, and do it, and it's not painful. I can feel fulfilled and satisfied and even enjoy myself if I take old books down to the basement instead of hopping onto IRC.

In AtheOS news, there's a new web-based AtheOS bulletin board. It's seeing daily activity, which is pretty busy, all things considered. Nice to see the community grow in new directions.

And there's a new poll up. Here are the results of the last one, in which somebody discovered ballot-stuffing, apparently:

Which of the following musical genres would you most like to wipe off the face of the Earth?
Blues (0%)
Country music (81%)
Hardcore techno (1%)
Manufactured teen idol music (8%)
Rap (1%)

...And just for the record, here's something I still chuckle at, from an ICQ conversation tonight:

<Brent> So, how was German?
<Brennen> Um. Interesting. I'd failed to note the Annoying Fat Kid the first time 'round, but his presence is definitely going to impact my enjoyment of the class.
<Brent> Ewwww. Is this the Annoying Fat Kid of the vocal, whiny variety?
<Brennen> Bingo.
<Brent> Ah, fantastic. We had one of those during the main Anime Music Video screening during Otakon. And...ugh. There's just no way of getting around that.
<Brennen> Short of waylaying him outside of the classroom and beating him into docile silence...
<Brent> Ahhh, for an X-Men world.
<Brennen> *evil grin*
Mon, 20 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 20, 2001

Finally! Here are some photos of the Putt-Putt hole I assembled at work two weeks ago:

[IMAGE]

[IMAGE]

[IMAGE]

I had a lovely conversation with Saalon tonight, where we talked about his short film and my animated project, plus anime and open source and all sorts of other things.

Actually, it was lovely except for our opening discussion, in which we argued the philosophy and utility of open source, and I turned snippish and prickly. I have the nasty tendency to do that when an argument doesn't go my way. A bad habit, to be sure.

I then stayed up until 3:00 a.m., surfing for porn and working on Calliope. Looking back, it was a pretty self-indulgent thing to do, but then I'm addicted to porn.

Oh, yes, I'm addicted. Not in the "I'm gonna go CRAZY if I don't skim some porn today" sense, but I find myself going on a porn binge every few days. I only do it at night when nobody can see me, of course. And I keep telling myself that I'm going to stop, now, because I really do want to stop this time and now I've faced it enough I know what to do now and I'm sure I won't struggle with it much this time and I'm fine for a couple of days until I suddenly give in but just for tonight because really I'm doing fine and I'm going to stop....

Maybe I should try to seek some outside help; my church provides an anonymous sexual addiction recovery class. I don't know if I could face that, though; I'd worry that I'd either be surrounded by real nutcases, or I'd get steamed up by other peoples' problems (the last thing I need is more stimulation, right?). Which is silly, of course, because that sort of class would be bound to do me more good than harm. I can't bring myself to do it, though.

I could seek one-on-one counselling, but that puggish little voice in the back of my head insists that I don't need a counsellor, because I really do want to stop this time and now I've faced it enough I know what to do now, etc., etc. I really want to find a solution to this that won't require public admission of my problem.

Hmmm. I hadn't fully realized that that was the core of my fear until I wrote that last paragraph a moment ago. Looking at it, I believe it's a sensible fear. I don't want other people -- particularly strangers -- to know that I'm addicted to porn. I should do something, though, any addiction is destructive. But I'm not convinced that I need counselling; I feel like there must be another way.

Is there?

Sun, 19 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 19, 2001
Upon the windy hills, in many a field,
  The honey-bees hum slow, above the clover,
Gleaning the latest sweets its blooms may yield,
  And, knowing that their harvest-time is over,
Sing, half a lullaby and half a knell,
    "Farewell, sweet Summer,
      Honey-laden Summer,
        Sweet, farewell!"
-- George Arnold (1834-1865), "Farewell to Summer", lines 9-16

Another week without a visit to church. I had planned to go to the late service, but I didn't even wake up until ten minutes after I should have left the house. I want to spend time at church, though, which is a good sign. I (and my family) have been so burnt out about church for so long that I'm trying to savor my enthusiasm.

I spent much of the day today working on Kamidake and baking. I feel like summer is coming to a close, and autumn tends to excite my interest in cooking.

So, I made Butterfinger Bars and baked pretzels, which turned out perfectly. I may make pretzels more often, though there's only so much one can do with pretzels. I wonder how they'd taste with a sugar coating?

I also made a bit of progress with Calliope; check out its website for more information. I realized last night how much the specs need to be fleshed out.

Sat, 18 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, August 18, 2001

Ahhhhh. I'm finally on broadband.

[Linksys Router image]
A Linksys router

After a trip to McLean Bible Church to teach Redemption (nobody showed up), I swung by CompUSA, where I bought a Linksys 4-port router (plus an Envision 15" LCD monitor). After an hour spent fixing some things at Intersect, I came home and spent the afternoon setting up the router.

Now, all of my machines are using the cable modem connection, even Pendragon running BeOS. It's wonderful, if only for those 100 KB reference pages which load in a few seconds.

Oh, and the LCD monitor is cool, too. ;-) I wasn't sure how they'd look sitting on a desktop, but the thing is drop-dead sexy.

While at CompUSA, one of the employees turned around, pointed at the Be logo on my shirt, and asked if I used BeOS. When I confirmed I did, he enthusiastically asked if I knew where he could buy a copy, explaining that he'd downloaded the free demo and loved it and wanted to buy the commercial version. After I directed him to Gobe, he turned to one of his co-workers and evangelized about how cool BeOS is, even using one of my favorite lines, "It's like halfway between Windows and Mac, with the stability of Linux."

I must have grinned for ten solid minutes after that exchange. There was no question that the guy was a huge fan of the OS, and to see that sort of infectious enthusiasm was a real charge. It reminded me that one of the reasons I use BeOS is because it creates these sorts of reactions in people.

Fri, 17 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 17, 2001

I finally had Road Runner cable modem access installed at home today. Surprisingly, the installation went as smoothly as could be expected, though the technician could only install it on Tramp. He also insisted that we could only use Internet Explorer and Outlook Express with the Road Runner installation. No other application on the planet would be compatible.

Sure, uh-huh. Right now I'm using the cable modem to ssh in to my account, and I've used ICQ and mIRC with no problems.

Broadband is wonderful. I can't find the words to describe my reaction; I knew it would be fast, and I knew I'd like it. All of that head knowledge did nothing to change my experience, though, which is fantastically fun.

Tomorrow I'll be heading to a computer store to buy a router, so we can share this internet connection across the LAN. That way, I can surf the net from BeOS and AtheOS. Woohoo!

While in Suncoast looking for the first NieA DVD (which they didn't have, the commies), I found that the first DVD of Oh My Goddess! has been released, so I nabbed it. While I haven't watched it yet, the packaging is nothing short of fantastic: two cardboard inserts contain the lyrics for the music (in Japanese and English), and extensive notes on translation from Japanese to English, particularly the issues they ran into with this particular series. This is how anime should be distributed.

Meanwhile, I won an award at work for best hole in our putt-putt tournament. Each person in our cube got $10 of gift certificates to Regal Cinemas. Heh, and I figured people would go crazy with designs much more complicated than ours.

Thu, 16 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 16, 2001

Whew. Just completed a 12-hour day at work. Not fun, though I'm satisfied. I finished the work that I wanted to finish.

And when you combine that with a small amount of sleep last night, I'm dead tired. Will probably limit myself to e-mails before crashing into bed.

Some cool anime news lately, though nothing amazing. Some American distributor or other has picked up the rights to the new Rurouni Kenshin OVA already.

And I really have got to run around town to find a copy of Niea Under 7 volume 1. It was released on Tuesday, though anime tends to have softer release dates than, say, mainstream Hollywood films.

Wed, 15 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 15, 2001

It's turning into quite a week. I've never been busier at work, and in fact I'm sitting here at my desk at 7:30 p.m., working on tutorials. We have a ton of stuff to do, and not much time.

As a result, I don't have much to talk about. I played some of Nobilis last night, which was fun, though the plot isn't progressing very quickly.

I got an order of Redemption cards yesterday, though, and spent about two hours putting them together. I spent $20 on a "grab bag" of about 500 miscellaneous cards. The vast majority were fairly weak enhancements, but I got some pretty good cards out of the deal.

I did buy a Toshiba cable modem so that the cable modem guy can install cable service on Friday. This should be all he needs.

I also managed to spend some time this evening on Calliope. It's coming along nicely, especially now that I've realized that the random lockups I had previously been experiencing can be completely prevented by occasional make cleans. Of course, it's nowhere near ready for a public release -- the code window doesn't do a thing -- but I can do play with it now, at least.

Oh, and I will post pictures of that putt-putt hole; I just need to find time to edit the pictures and upload them.

Mon, 13 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 13, 2001

Well, Otakon was certainly interesting.

I was pretty miserable by the time I arrived on Saturday. The factors involved were:

  1. A two-and-a-half hour drive to Baltimore
  2. Pouring rain
  3. The large pothole full of water, into which I placed my entire foot, thus soaking my sneaker
  4. The fact that the only parking garage I'd managed to find closed at 8:00, so I was going to have to go back out later in the day to move it to another garage
  5. My fellow con-goers. I don't know why, but I felt like Otakon had a very high percentage of pathetic fanboys. I felt as though 95% of the people there were obsessed Generation X-ers who like to oggle anime girl breasts or watch Akira a hundred times. This is the first time I've had such a serious reaction to a con's populace.

But the anime music video competition was a lot of fun, and so was the overflow showing where they showed "Deathdance", my AMV. In fact, "Dathdance" got a very healthy round of applause, which was gratifying.

I realized that I enjoyed myself the most when I was connected with other people. It was only during the AMV contests, where I was part of a clapping, cheering, hooting audience, that I had a good time.

All that aside, Sunday was spent crashing and recharging. I stayed home all day, watching the final disc of Dual! and the first two episodes of Gasaraki, plus a lot of TV. Good stuff there.

And today, I'm...still crashing, kinda. I charged through work in the morning, but now (mid-afternoon) my brain is slowly shutting down, HAL-like.

Sat, 11 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, August 11, 2001

Woke up early this morning, for no apparent reason. This is a good thing, in a sense, as it ensures that I have plenty of time to do stuff.

I'm not going back to Otakon until the afternoon; there's a panel on anime music video creation at 10:00 a.m., but I don't want to rush myself. This is supposed to be fun. I'll head over in time to check out the dealer's room before settling in for the anime music video contest.

This is also good in that it'll give me time to complete some errands (offsite storage of my website backup, buying bird food, etc.).

And to change the subject completely, I've cut out a bit of a banner ad that I saw this morning. The clip is below. Is it just me, or does it have an unintentional meaning (like, the sweetheart is a two-week trial)?

[Find your sweetheart.  Two-week trial.]

Fri, 10 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 10, 2001
[IMAGE]
Heh. I have no idea what "Otakudom" is, but I love the poster. The written comment under "@$$hole" is "No, he's just MISUNDERSTOOD."

Otakon started today. You can check out today's con entry for a complete description of that experience.

The putt-putt golf thing at work was a blast. People really started getting involved in the construction of their hole, and a lot of people came up with great designs. We had fun playing the course, too.

I want to relate the story of the smoking restaurant, and the emergency crews in front of our office building (it wasn't safe to park our cars near the building, but we ourselves could go inside it), but I'm too tired. I'll write the story later, maybe tomorrow. I'm not going in to Otakon until later in the day, so I may have time.

Hmmm. Looking at my current poll, it seems that somebody's discovered ballot-stuffing.

Thu, 09 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 9, 2001

I had an odd day at work. I had the first leg of a performance review soon after I arrived at work. My boss gave me thumbs-up all around; his only "suggested improvement" (as the form called it) was to be more vocal in the project that I have to do. In other words, if I have a problem, I should find somebody to help.

I agree with his assessment; I tend to rely on myself too much, and I avoid "bothering" co-workers. So, I spent much of the morning and early afternoon banging my head against a problem I'm having (launching a Netscape browser window from a Java application running on Sun Solaris).

Those of us in my cube then began designing our putt-putt hole in earnest (see yesterday's entry for an explanation of this). We ended up with a pretty neat design, which we'll complete tomorrow. I will post pictures, if I can remember to take them.

Tomorrow, Otakon begins. Since that usually sucks a lot of time an energy out of me, I probably won't be updating this diary too much over the next few days. I will do my best to post a complete retrospective once I'm done, though (complete with plenty of pictures, thanks to that new digital camera).

I'll also mention that I've decided to submit an application to pursue a Master's degree in Computer Science at George Mason University (my alma mater). They have a lot of cool-looking artificial intelligence classes, and the entire degree only requires ten courses. If I complete one or two per semester, it would only take two to three years.

Why do I want a Master's degree? Two reasons: 1) It'll make me worth more, increasing my salary. 2) I love to teach, and this is the first step towards being able to teach more often. I'd love to teach a college course or two.

Wed, 08 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 8, 2001

Heh. Thanks to a severe nausea attack when I got home, I turned on The Screen Savers tonight to see an interview with Douglas Rushkoff, the writer of Cyberia, which was a major influence for serial experiments lain. He's talking about his new open-source novel, which actually might work because it uses a radically unusual approach to the whole "collaborative novel" problem.

The idea is that he's written a book about the internet today, but he's also written it as though it's been unearthed by an archeologist 200 years in the future and re-published, so the thing is crammed with footnotes that try to explain to 23rd-century readers year-2000 terminology and technology. Neat idea. It's collaborative because people can submit their own archeological footnotes, which get added into the book.

Meanwhile, I've been trying to get my Samurai Jack promo disc working, but have had lots of trouble. It's a VCD, so it won't play in the DVD player, and my only working Windows system, Pendragon, doesn't have a working sound card. Saalon pointed out that I should just take the disc to work and play it there, which I'm going to do.

Speaking of work, I put together a hole today.

Hmmmm. This needs background.

Several coworkers at work are organizing an Intersect Putt-Putt Tournament, to be held within the building on Friday afternoon. Each "cube" gets to assemble a putting green, and they can be as wild as desired. I've designed something which should go over pretty well, I hope; I'll try to post pictures when I get a chance. In any event, I built the final platform for the hole tonight, with lots of help from my Dad the master carpenter.

That's all that I have to report, for now.

Tue, 07 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 7, 2001

Blender is dangerous. I just spent an hour assembling this snub fighter, and another half hour making this, and it felt like about five minutes. Major Time Suckage Alert.

On to more interesting things. I received my cel of Washu and Yosho today, along with a promotional DVD for Samurai Jack, both of which I won on eBay. I haven't had a chance to watch the Samurai Jack DVD yet, though I'm itching to do so.

Saalon stayed home sick today, so we ICQ'd each other throughout the day. He's getting ready to shoot leet next week, sketching out plans for the major fight scenes.

He's also started writing a young adult novel. It features a teenager who has few real-world friends, but makes a lot of friends in one particular chatroom online. The story follows this teen as he experiences both the healthy and the unfortunate aspects of online communities. I was fortunate enough to read the introduction Saalon wrote, which impressed me to the point that I'm actively looking forward to reading more. Now I just hope he continues writing the book.

I chatted with Brennen as well. He's preparing for a lot of trips; check out his website for more details. Best of luck, Bren.

I had a pretty good time roleplaying tonight. We spent all of our time world-buliding, coming up with ideas for chancels and other nobles. We even managed to make Santa Claus a major character (and a cool one, at that).

The AtheOS community is expanding. The main mailing list reguarly gets dozens of messages a day now, which is...kind of exhilarating. It's odd, going from a list with maybe half a dozen regular members, to a list with more posters than you can keep track of. I like it, though. This is one of the reasons why I started using AtheOS; I like getting in at the beginning of things. Maybe that's a mainfestation of my desire to be a Big Important Person; I dunno.

Mon, 06 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 6, 2001

Some cool anime news:

The latest issue of Weekly Jump (a Japanese anime magazine) reports that a new Rurouni Kenshin OVA is in the works, to be released in December, and it'll be a continuation of the original OVA. So, we're gonna get more of Serious Kenshin! I'm betting it'll delve into the time of Kenshin as Battousai the Man-Slayer, probably setting up one or two of the villains introduced in the TV show.

Bandai has acquired a bunch of those transformable Valkyrie toys that got caught up in legal problems, and will be selling them in Japan this December. AnimeNation has said it'll do its best to import as many as possible. Which is great, but then every time I've tried to buy from AnimeNation, some part of my order's been backordered.

There's also a lengthy review on Ain't It Cool News of the new Metropolis anime film (based on a manga by Osamu "Astro Boy" Tezuka, which was based on the 1922 Fritz Lang film). Moriarty lavishes the film with nothing but praise. Cool.

Meanwhile, I got my Rurouni Kenshin (OVA version) wallscroll yesterday, and after I bought a short length of cord to hang it with, I set it up at work this morning. It looks pretty good, really, though the artwork itself looks a little off.

I also took pictures of various anime cels that I own (using my new camera), and posted them on my cel gallery. Particularly, you can now see the Iria cel I've posted on the Miscellaneous Cels gallery, and the cels of Tenchi and Nobuyuki on the Tenchi gallery.

On a completely different topic, while we discussed modern Christian denominational beliefs, Brennen pointed me towards Martin Luther's Small Catechism, which is "more or less a FAQ file," to quote Brennen, on the Lutheran faith. It provides a nice, quick overview of Lutheran theology, convenient for those religious flamewars.

Sun, 05 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 5, 2001

Well, it's certainly been an interesting weekend. Warning: I'm about to give you a dry description of the weekend's events. Don't expect entertainment, or even good writing here.

Saturday morning saw me at McLean Bible Church again, teaching Redemption. Only three people showed up, but we had a great time. Afterwards, I bought a bunch of extra cards, then went to Staples and bought a bunch of playing card organizer sheets plus a pretty blue binder. So, now I'm all organized. I've even managed to tighten up my playing decks.

We didn't go to church this morning, after Mom had such a busy week with my nieces here, so instead I joyously skipped through the house, finishing up my cleaning chores. Um, yeah.

But then I had fun. My Palm III has been broken for awhile, and its replacement still doesn't work, so Mom and I went to CompUSA, in search of a replacement PDA in the form of a Handspring Visor. I settled on the Deluxe model, with a one-year warranty. I don't normally go for warranties, but this was USD $20 and covered any damages, no questions asked.

Interestingly, the guy who sold it to us asked why I was replacing my Palm with a Handspring. After I explained that I liked what I'd heard about the physical components you can add, and just general good buzz, he said that this was the first time he'd ever had a Palm owner replacing their Palm with a Handspring.

While we were there, I looked at digital cameras. With Otakon coming up soon, I wanted a camera to replace my old one, which does nothing more than insistently flash a little red light at me whenever I turn it on. I didn't want to spend more than USD $400 or so, but my Mom pointed me towards a really nice camera that's waterproof, pointing out that, with digital cameras being relatively delicate anyway, this would be an excellent investment.

[Kodak DC5000 image]

So, I caved in and bought a Kodak DC5000 Zoom: 2.0 megapixels, zoom, 1600x1200 high-res imaging; this thing even comes with a video-out port so you can plug it into a TV. I'm very pleased.

The only problem was, when you include the warranties and the 64 MB CompactFlash card I bought, I ended up spending a thousand dollars. Not only is that an awful lot of money for me to spend, I'll probably find things to buy at Otakon this weekend. I'm definitely going to have to tighten my belt here for a little while, if I expect to pay for all this.

Meanwhile, I bought a domain for Kamidake: kamidake.org. I've also added a few new features, including a field for the version of AtheOS that an app will run on. I must admit that I'm having a lot of fun with Kamidake; there's enough movement within the community to make it a fun project, without it draining large amounts of my time.

I've also fixed my sister's website, for Chris' Aquia Car Repair. I'm also enjoying that work, since it's relatively easy for me, and pays well. I just wish I could get a lot of consistent web work, though I suspect that then I'd have to work for a number of morons, if only by the law of averages.

Fri, 03 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 3, 2001

Woah, that's weird. I almost missed making this diary entry today.

Not much to report for today. Work was productive, though at the end of the day I ended up reading through most of the back episodes of MegaTokyo and Exploitation Now. While I enjoyed myself, it wasn't a good use of my time, especially when I'm responsible for completely restructuring online help.

I found that the Cowboy Bebop band score that I ordered from AnimeNation many weeks ago has gone completely out of circulation, so they cancelled my order. And I can't find a copy anywhere on the net. I'll have to keep my eyes peeled for a copy at Otakon 2001 next weekend.

My sister came by tonight; she'll be spending the night here, then taking my nieces home tomorrow morning. So, life will be back to normal soon.

I had another nice, long phone chat with Saalon this evening, where we talked about his plans for leet and my plans for Wine. Everything's coming together for leet, and I had some ideas for Wine promotion which should be fun.

We decided that I should probably buy a Handspring Visor Deluxe, to replace the Palms that have died on me. And at less than USD $200, I can afford one.

I have no plans for this weekend; I may either watch a lot of anime, or work on Calliope.

Thu, 02 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 2, 2001

I woke up early this morning so that I could take out the dogs. When that was finished, I implemented an "apps in development" list for Kamidake. I'm also planning to buy kamidake.org at some point soon.

There are a bunch of anime DVD's coming out soon that I want to buy; Oh My Goddess and Hand Maid May, not to mention NieA Under 7. I won an eBay auction for a Rurouni Kenshin wallscroll tonight, though, which is cool. I'll hang it up at work.

I'd also like to get some of the Big Eyes, Small Mouth RPG gamebooks. I also see that there's a Sailor Moon RPG. Wow.

Wed, 01 Aug 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 1, 2001

Just a quick update early in the day; I'll expand this later.

Had a lot of fun role-playing Nobilis last night. I'd like to write up our adventures, but for the time being I'm just posting brief notes.

I got home at 10:30, to find that Saalon had just called. I called him back, and we had a wonderful three-hour conversation, mainly about Wine.

So, what happened today? Not much, really. My alarm failed to go off, so I got to work late. The team I'm in had a picnic at a nearby park, which was a lot of fun -- my boss' wife brought a fantastic Japanese dish. I'll try to get the recipe.

Then I got home, and had another long talk with Saalon, and then chatted with my parents before getting caught up on e-mails. The AtheOS discussion list has become very busy since the release of 0.3.5 (73 posts today), so that's taking up some time. I also got a suggestion to add an area on Kamidake where people can post entries for applications that are in development.

And then I went to bed. Oh, but I bought some cool stuff off of eBay: a Neon Genesis Evangelion poster, and a promo CD for Samurai Jack.

Sat, 29 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 29, 2001

Spent most of the day reviewing help files, then most of the night at work, making changes to help files. And I'm still not done; I may have to go in to work tomorrow to take care of some last-minute problems.

Ifni. And I'd wanted to call Saalon and just chat today; we haven't had a good chance to do that lately.

Fri, 28 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 28, 2001

I was blindsided at work today. My boss and my boss' boss both sat down with me and told me that they were very concerned with the level of effort I'm putting in at work. From what I understand, by "very concerned," they meant that I'd be fired if I didn't show more committment.

And, after some reflection, I recognize that they're absolutely right. I've been coasting along for awhile now, partly revelling in the relatively stress-free nature of my job. So, I've resolved to buckle down at work and try to be really productive.

But.

This was the first time, in my recollection, that anybody has ever expressed concern about my effort level. I'm worried, because this got to the point where it was a firing offense before anyone even talked to me about it. And while it's within the company's rights to let me go without warning, this is the wrong way to treat employees, unless I've misunderstood the situation.

So. I didn't get much of anything accomplished at home today, obviously. My mind's been like a tornado all day. To quote Ushiwaka from Might Space Miners:

"...this sucks."

Wed, 26 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 26, 2001

Tonight, I became a man.

...No, not in that sense. Sheesh, some of you have such dirty minds.

My parents and I decided a few weeks ago that I need a "coming-of-age" ceremony. Since I've never moved out of the house, I've never felt a break from my childhood, so tonight we went out to dinner as a celebration. We're all trying to shift mental gears now, to think of me as an adult who happens to be living at home.

Odd, how embarrassing it is in our society to be still living at home at age 24 (almost 25). So I have a good relationship with my parents, the rent's cheap, and I get free home-cooked meals. Exactly how am I being immature?

Anyvay, I arrived back home to find out that the new upgrade for Lady had arrived. Amazingly, Lady was up and running again an hour later, on the network, with no real problems. She's now running on a 950-Mhz AMD Duron chip -- thanks to Brennen for a tip that Durons are a good value right now -- with a full 512 MB of RAM. Compiling an app takes practically no time at all now.

Tue, 25 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 25, 2001

Well, this morning's session of The Men's Academy was worth waking at 5:30 for. John talked about the problem of absent fathers, how boys need a father-figure, and how a father who's not there -- physically or emotionally -- can damage a kid. We only got through some of his material, so I'll have more to report next week.

We also broke up into groups, where I got to meet a couple of guys. We're almost all young, under thirty years old. One of the reasons I'm attending the Men's Academy is to help fix the difficulty I have in making friends, so it'll be interesting to see if and how I grow closer to these guys in the coming months.

My copy of "NieA's Loco," the soundtrack for NieA Under 7, arrived today. Its packaging is quite pretty; the cover is translucent and the CD itself is painted in wild psychedelic colors.

After returning home from work, I finished watching the first DVD of Hand Maid May. It's a cute show, which manages to make fun of anime and itself without turning into a spoof. It's a difficult act to balance, but Hand Maid May does it.

I also started watching the classic comedy Urusei Yatsura, but turned it off after ten minutes. It's juvenile, and I mean that in the worst sense of the term. I flat-out don't like any of the characters. Maybe it's just me, but I'm disappointed.

Lessee, what else. Here's the weekly schedule I've worked up (we've moved our Nobilis games from Monday to Tuesday, which is why there's a discrepancy between this week's diary entries and the schedule):

SundayMondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday
9:00 amChurchWorkWorkWorkWorkWork
10:00 Backup and post office
11:00
12:00
1:00 pm
2:00 Read
3:00
4:00
5:00 Gym, Dinner Gym, Dinner Gym, Dinner Gym, Dinner Gym, Dinner
6:00 AWANA / Kairos
7:00 Devotions, Drawing Nobilis Devotions, Drawing Devotions, Drawing Devotions, Drawing
8:00 Watch anime Wine Write
9:00
10:00
11:00 Diary Diary Diary Diary Diary Diary Diary
12:00
Mon, 24 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 24, 2001

Went to work. Went to Nobilis. Went to sleep.

Sun, 23 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 23, 2001

We Christians are told to love our enemies, and to pray for them. So, today, my church prayed for Osama bin Laden and the Taliban. We prayed that he would see the truth, and that he would be called to repent. It was bizarre, it was incomprehensible, and it was the right thing to do.

After that emotional experience, I spent the afternoon reading from the writings of N. T. Wright, a Christian theologian and apologist. He has quite a lot ot say, particularly about Jesus' nature. For example, Jesus not only was a human being, but he still is. He didn't just "go back to being God" after his resurrection. This spawns lots of many-legged implications.

[AWANA Logo]

I also went to the first night of AWANA at McLean Bible, which went well. We had eleven kids in our group of fifth and sixth grade boys, and two and a half leaders (I'll only be there every other week) should be able to handle that. I pray for one new kid, though: Collin, who unfortunately puts an enormous amount of faith in his intellect. He doesn't seem to have grasped that whole "it is a gift of God, not of works" element of the Christian faith. And it's very difficult for a person to give up that sense of mental superiority.

I was glad to see that Cartoon Network finally showed more Cowboy Bebop on Adult Swim at midnight. Tonight was Ballad of Fallen Angels, one of Bebop's best episodes, but they skipped the next ep (the violent and disturbing Sympathy for the Devil), and instead showed the more comedic Heavy Metal Queen. Oddly, they did show the preview for Sympathy for the Devil, which is at the end of Ballad of Fallen Angels. Perhaps CN wants to point to the existence of episodes that they aren't broadcasting.

Sat, 22 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 22, 2001

Those who read this in the future won't quite understand this, but I haven't posted anything to this site in a week and a half. It doesn't look that way, because I've been posting diary entries for past days today, and I've caught up as well as I can. So, future generations will think that I've been writing diary entries like normal. Except they won't, because of this diary entry. Oh well.

After my weekly trip to the bank to store my backup tape in a safe deposit box, I drove to the dump with a load of old junk. We had quite a collection of junk: four decades-old bikes, rusted and long broken; busted-up pieces of particle board; lengths of chicken wire a foot wide; rusty barbed wire wrapped around a stick; bags of diatemaceous earth for our old pool filter. It was oddly satisfying to throw them all onto a big heap of ragged drywall and skeletons of furniture.

I then began assembling a weekly schedule, based off the book I bought yesterday. I've come up with a pretty sensible schedule, I think, and just that process has shown me ways of improving my quality of life.

For example, I want to create animation, and I want to be a writer. I've set aside time to watch anime and to read, since I need to do both of those things to progress as a writer and animation creator. And I know I'll have fun doing it.

I then ran to Intersect to finish some work and print it off in time for a review on Monday, then came home and played games with my parents before working on this very diary entry.

Fri, 21 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 21, 2001
[Shayla-Shayla from El Hazard]
Shayla-Shayla from El Hazard

Sat down and watched a bunch of the anime I bought yesterday. Here are a few thoughts:

El Hazard: The Magnificent World (first OVA) is not amazing, but it's good, solid escapist entertainment. It's refreshing to see a series set in an Arabian-themed world. And, hey, the series just knows how to have fun.

Gunsmith Cats is basically Starsky & Hutch with anime babes. I found it odd to watch an anime show that is so firmly based in reality; the guns are portrayed with meticulous accuracy, and these people shoot each other. But it's fun. I mean, heck, the first episode alone has two separate gunfights in which Rally Vincent's in her underwear.

Hand Maid May is as enjoyable as I'd remembered from the fansub I watched. It's definitely telling its own story, but in the course of doing that it never takes itself too seriously, and often has fun with the anime genre itself. For an anime fan, this series is a joy to watch.

I know, I use the term "fun" a lot here. They really are fun. I enjoyed myself immensely.

Thu, 20 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 20, 2001

Bought an interesting book at the bookstore today: Time Management from the Inside Out by Julie Morgenstern. Basically, she suggests that you start by defining your overall goals in life; ask yourself where you want to be in ten years. Then, make some short-term goals for accomplishing your long-term goals, then assemble a schedule that lets you accomplish those goals.

For example, let's say you'd love to be a writer. Okay, schedule a time every week for writing. Make sure you have time explicitly set aside for that.

It's not quite that easy, of course, and Morgenstern spends several chapters on obstacles to effective use of this schedule. Most people will have trouble sticking with a schedule, so Morgenstern offers advice on overcoming the many common problems people have with maintaining their schedule.

Overall, I'm getting a good amount of mileage out of this book. It remains to be seen how well I'll be able to put all of these ideas into practice.

I also bought a whole bunch of anime DVDs: the El Hazard boxed set, Urusei Yatsura TV disc 1, Gasaraki disc 2, Gunsmith Cats, and Hand Maid May disc 1.

Tue, 18 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 18, 2001

This was my first morning attending the "Men's Academy," a weekly get-together sponsored by The Falls Church. Every week, the rector will give a talk on some aspect of the nature of manhood, then we'll split into small groups and discuss it. Very informal. The rector worries that the whole idea of "being a man" has slowly eroded into nothing in recent decades -- a notion I'm beginning to appreciate in greater detail the more I think about it -- and this class is dedicated to providing at least some answers.

The only problem is, it meets at 6:30 a.m. As the rector says, "That's the cost." It's early, but really, how much of a sacrifice is it to get up early in the morning?

No matter; I found the rector's lesson edifying, and he'll be discussing a number of interesting subjects. I plan to continue attending.

Mon, 17 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 17, 2001

Today I finally reached the end of a quest. Before it was licensed for American distribution, I'd downloaded the first four and a half episodes of the six-episode anime OVA Furi Kuri a.k.a. FLCL, but the fifth was corrupted and the sixth wasn't available. Today, I finally found whole copies of episodes 5 and 6, so I can sate my curiosity (don't worry; I'll buy the DVDs when they come out to support the artists). I finished episode 5, which was excellent, and plan to watch #6 tomorrow.

I role-played some more Nobilis tonight, though I had to leave relatively early, so we didn't get very far. I'm still enjoying myself, though, and it's an opportunity for me to make friends, so that's good.

Tomorrow morning, I'll be waking up at 5:30 a.m. to get to the Men's Academy class at The Falls Church. I'm no morning person, so this should be interesting.

Sun, 16 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 16, 2001

Re-watched My Neighbor Totoro with my Mom tonight. She loved it. Fantastic film.

Sat, 15 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 15, 2001

I tried a writing exercise today, and boy it didn't work out. I'll show it to you here; the idea was to start with the first two paragraphs of an existing short story, then add to it. Here's what I ended up with:

The oppression returned. And with it a slow, insistent, tenuous pressure that forced him to a halt, his hands pressing his temples in a futile wave of pity. Brought to his knees by a knifelike thrust of crimson pain, lungs aching for life, the Explorer's universe was bounded, in that instant, only by self. Matter did not exist. Could not exist.

Gradually, from a place unmeasurable by time, the Explorer regained his senses. He was in a valley of reddish slatelike rocks, sloping down to large pools of brackish water, rimmed with varying layers of salt deposits. The corrugated effect, broken only by huge cacti-like objects -- effigies of the dead, thought the Explorer -- against an unearthly serrrated horizon, was cause enough to wonder.

He tensed his jaw for a moment, then carefully kneeled beside the nearest pool, staring intently into its depths. Despite the pool's moss-like tinge he could see straight to the bottom, several feet down. He tensed his jaw again; other than a few tenacious spots of lichen, the pool was lifeless. A bad sign; standing water like this should be teeming with life.

He stood. The valley was indeed small; he couldn't see more than a hundred paces in any direction. There was nobody nearby, and the sudden drop in air pressure accompanying his visits usually scared away non-sentients. This didn't look like a particularly promising base camp, so he began walking.

Now that I look at it, I realize that my writing was actually pretty decent; I just had no direction. I'll try an exercise with more direction next time.

I also sat down and watched Miyazaki's My Neighbor Totoro for the first time. I am thunderstruck by this film. It has a breathtaking purity to it. I respond to it as a human being.

Thu, 13 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 13, 2001

Wanted to share this, an older editorial broadcast from Toronto by Gordon Sinclair, a Canadian television commentator. This is the full text of his remarks as printed in the Congressional Record:

"This Canadian thinks it is time to speak up for the Americans as the most generous and possibly the least appreciated people on all the earth.

"Germany, Japan and, to a lesser extent, Britain and Italy were lifted out of the debris of war by the Americans who poured in billions of dollars and forgave other billions in debts. None of these countries is today paying even the interest on its remaining debts to the United States.

"When France was in danger of collapsing in 1956, it was the Americans who propped it up, and their reward was to be insulted and swindled on the streets of Paris. I was there. I saw it.

"When earthquakes hit distant cities, it is the United States that hurries in to help. This spring, 59 American communities were flattened by tornadoes. Nobody helped.

"The Marshall Plan and the Truman Policy pumped billions of dollars into discouraged countries. Now newspapers in those countries are writing about the decadent, war-mongering Americans.

"I'd like to see just one of those countries that is gloating over the erosion of the United States dollar build its own airplane. Does any other country in the world have a plane to equal the Boeing Jumbo Jet, the Lockheed Tri-Star, or the Douglas DC10? If so, why don't they fly them? Why do all the International lines except Russia fly American planes?

"Why does no other land on earth even consider putting a man or woman on the moon? You talk about Japanese technocracy, and you get radios. You talk about German technocracy, and you get automobiles. You talk about American technocracy, and you find men on the moon -- not once, but several times -- and safely home again.

"You talk about scandals, and the Americans put theirs right in the store window for everybody to look at. Even their draft-dodgers are not pursued and hounded. They are here on our streets, and most of them, unless they are breaking Canadian laws, are getting American dollars from ma and pa at home to spend here.

"When the railways of France, Germany, and India were breaking down through age, it was the Americans who rebuilt them. When the Pennsylvania Railroad and the New York Central went broke, nobody loaned them an old caboose. Both are still broke.

"I can name you 5,000 times when the Americans raced to the help of other people in trouble. Can you name me even one time when someone else raced to the Americans in trouble? I don't think there was outside help even during the San Francisco earthquake.

"Our neighbors have faced it alone, and I'm one Canadian who is damned tired of hearing them get kicked around. They will come out of this thing with their flag high. And when they do, they are entitled to thumb their nose at the lands that are gloating over their present troubles. I hope Canada is not one of those."

"Stand proud, America!"

I also stumbled across the following offhand comment on a New Yorker's webpage. Can you imagine anyone saying this a week ago?

"We heard a few subways are running now." -- Joel Spolsky

Meanwhile, on to more personal things.

Brennen just gave me a revelation. After I admitted that I would like to be writing fiction regularly, he said, "Well, why not take the time you spend updating your diary and write fiction instead, one day a week? If you wanted to do it purely for practice, you could post your developing work in lieu of a diary entry, for that matter."

He's absolutely right. I'll still update this diary, obviously, but from now on, I'm going to try to spend more time writing fiction and less time crafting the prose of my diary.

And in completely unrelated news, I bought an upgrade for Lady today. I'll be replacing her 233 Mhz Pentium 2 processor with a 950 Mhz Duron, and moving from 32 MB of RAM to 512 MB. Thanks to Brennen, again, this time for recommending the Duron. Should arrive in a couple of weeks, based on shipping estimates plus the backlog of shipping things here to the D.C. area.

Wed, 12 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Well, things seem to have quieted down, relatively speaking. There've been no more terrorist attacks, so now the country is pretty much just waiting for a military reaction, and giving blood. Intersect is trying to organize a blood drive within the company, which impresses me. I'd like to see that happen anyway.

Life isn't returning to normal, though. Everyone's different, charged with a subtle energy. People are waiting for the other shoe to drop.

Of course, some people will react too quickly, without an appropriate amount of rational thought. It'll be very easy to mistrust Middle Eastern Americans, a temptation which must be fought. We need to be together right now, not fearful of our neighbor.

I'm at work right now, and not much is going on. I've made some changes to Kamidake and SUB lately, but that's all I can report. I plan to go to Alpha class at The Falls Church tonight, which should take up most of the evening.

Tue, 11 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 11, 2001

This morning, the World Trade Center was destroyed. The Pentagon was also hit, and a flight in Pittsburg was flown into the ground. As I type this, next to an open French door, I can hear the occasional rumble of a hijacked plane that's reportedly circling Dulles Airport. If it gets shot down, it could hit my area.

Fortunately, my Dad got home quickly, so my family is all home and, if not exactly safe, at least together. Of all my close friends, I just haven't been able to get in touch with Saalon yet; he has family in Pittsburg, and I want to make sure that they're OK.

The United States of America is at war. Perhaps not officially, yet, but there can be no other response to a concerted attack like this. Who knows how many people died in the World Trade Center collapse alone. Whoever did this is going to be blasted back to the stone-knives-and-bearskins age.

Mon, 10 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 10, 2001

I've never identified with those who watch the same movie multiple times. I read weblogs and articles in which people mention having just re-watched Godzilla vs. Mothra for the fifth time, and I just don't understand the mentality behind that. I've always figured that there are so many films worth experiencing out there, that any time I spent re-watching a film I've alreay seen is time I could be spending with a new movie.

So, tonight was quite unusual for me: I watched Mr. Jealousy for the third time. Mr. Jealousy is a little indpendent romantic comedy that I stumbled across a few years ago on a pay movie channel, back when we had movie channels on our cable plan. I fell in love with the surprisingly tight plot and the intelligence of the whole experience; both the script and the performances feel multi-layered.

I watched it tonight because I'd bought the DVD a few months ago, and have been meaning ever since then to sit down and try it out. This is one of those inexpensively-produced DVDs made for a film that saw very limited release, so I was curious to see what it would be like. It's certainly a spartan disc; there's no menu, so all you can do is skip from chapter to chapter. However, the quality of the video is high, so it's still worth the extra five bucks compared to the VHS tape (which doesn't even have chapter stops).

[Cowboy Bebop image]

I came home early from work today, thanks to an upset stomach, and spent most of the night chatting with my Mom about a whole gamut of issues, from Andy Couch to the role of emotions in our everyday life (we come from a religious background that considers emotions to be generally undesirable) to the interchangability of light corn syrup and King Syrup in candy recipes.

Then we watched Mr. Jealousy, and then I worked a bit on Calliope and chatted with Brennen before heading off to bed. Brennen caught episodes three and four of Cowboy Bebop last night, and I was thrilled to discover that he enjoyed them quite a bit. Another fan of quality anime. And episode five is "Ballad of Fallen Angels," so he can to look forward to experiencing that next Sunday.

Sun, 09 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 9, 2001

Today was a religious experience. No, I didn't have a religious experience; the day was just an experience, religiously-speaking.

I finally made it to church this morning, for the first time in two months. I enjoyed the service, not surprisingly, including a sermon on Ezra and Nehemiah and how they relate to the modern church (there are quite a lot of parallels, really).

After lunch I mowed the lawns, then hurriedly prepared a meal of pork chops, potatos, and corn. For dessert we had baked apples stuffed with raisins and mint. The meal was tasty, but my stomach was upset so I never sampled the apples. Maybe later.

I then drove back to The Falls Church to take part in Kairos, a worship service sorta thing for folks in their 20's and 30's. I mentally idled during the praise music -- I'm no fan of the genre -- but the sermon was fantastic. Andy Crouch talked about the birth and purpose of humanity, that we're made to make things and to maintain things. No other creatures on the face of the planet create or cultivate the way human beings do. It's a rare gift.

And that was about it. I'm afraid I'm too tired to offer commentary at this point.

Sat, 08 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 8, 2001

No Renfest for me today. Ended up getting a bunch of chores done, which kept me from going anywhere.

Oh well. A little gardening and cleaning doesn't hurt the constitution.

Fri, 07 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 7, 2001

I've been making noises lately about my desire to adhere to a schedule in the evenings. Unfortunately, whenever I read what I write on this subject, I'm invariably bored and slightly horrified at the prospect. Evenings are times when I'm free. Why would I want to structure and restrict my free time?

I'll tell you why. Today's a good example. By scribbling a quick schedule on my whiteboard and adhereing to it, here's what I did:

It's worth it.

Tomorrow I plan to go to the Maryland Renaissance Festival. As much as I enjoy Renfests, the problem with them is that, if I were to buy anything at a Renfest, I'd buy something expensive like a good sword or a complete Renaissance outfit. I can't satisfy myself with a few trinkets, though a friend has recommended that I visit the gaming booth.

Thu, 06 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 6, 2001

OK, see, I'm writing this diary entry on Friday, even though this is the diary entry for Thursday. The reason I'm writing it on Friday is because I always write diary entries during the day, so if I write a diary entry for the day I'm writing it, I haven't experienced most of what goes on during the day, and I end up spending most of my diary entries describing what happened the day before.

Now I know why I always wrote that way: I can't remember what happened today. Err, yesterday. Thursday. It's now Friday afternoon (when I'm writing this), and my mind completely refuses to tell me what I did yesterday. Today. Thursday.

I do know that I went home from work early today (Thursday). The rest of the documentation team is on vacation, so I can work un-interrupted, which makes me vastly more productive than usual.

Side note: Everybody that I've told this to nods sagely and murmurs something like "Ahhh, yes." They agree completely and instantly that a person is much more productive when there are fewer interruptions around. And yet people think that "open office spaces" with low cubicles -- or no walls at all -- have no negative impact on productivity.

So, I came home early, and called Pat at McLean Bible Church about our Redemption gaming sessions on Saturday mornings. Since we've had very little response on that end -- probably due to soccer games and play dates -- we won't hold any more of those meetings, but will get together with some church folks to organize something in the evenings. So, that'll be good; Redemption's a fun game.

I also called Max, the character designer for Wine, and suggested some changes to the main character's hairstyle. It is amazing how many little details go in to a character design. Hair, height, eye color, facial composition, attitude...every single attribute has to be considered.

I then spent much of the rest of the night watching The Screen Savers and an interview with Microsoft's Steve Ballmer (who struck me as a surprisingly savvy man...it looks like his well-known energy is partly an act).

I then got to work on some ideas for a short animation, one which I can use to test out the whole animation process in preparation for Wine, and which I can later point to as a significant milestone for Otherspace Productions. I'm thinking of doing a spoof of magical girl anime shows; we'll see how the script shapes up.

And that was about everything that happened yesterday. Err, today. Thursday.

Screw this.

Wed, 05 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 5, 2001

After a full sixty minutes at work this morning, I headed up to GMU to take the GRE, in preparation for my attempt at getting a Master's degree. It went pretty well; I scored above the average all around.

One of the odder aspects to the test -- besides the stupidly-constructed testing desks and the extreme attention to security -- was the fact that, though the computer immediately displayed an approximate score at the end of the test, the results will go back to official GRE center, where it'll sit for six to eight weeks before being delivered back to GMU. Now, granted, the exact score calculation may be non-trivial due to changes in questions based on your progress, but is it really impossible to compute those scores on the desktop computer I used? We're talking straight numerical calculations here. Surely a Pentium-class computer can do those calculations within a reasonable time frame.

And do they dump all those test scores onto an 8088 when it gets to the GRE center? Six to eight weeks? MapQuest can tell me exactly how to drive from here to Seattle in six to eight seconds, complete with distance and timing measurements.

In any event, I then drove home in the midst of a glorious 78-degree, cloudless day. My niece is still here, so after I puttered around on my computers, we had dinner out on my deck. I then had another long conversation with Saalon, before climbing into bed.

In other news, I'm currently very low on available cash, but I recently stumbled on a whole bunch of -- and I still can't believe I stumbled on them -- NieA Under 7 hand-painted backgrounds being sold on Anime Taro. Backgrounds are always anonymous; dealers just dump them all into one big pile and let people buy them for $5 to $10 apiece. So, you may find a Tenchi Muyo! background next to a Macross Plus background next to a Kodomo no Omache background. Who knows. These are definitely from NieA_7, though, so I'm going to have to grab as many as possible. And, at USD $8 apiece, that's going to add up quickly.

Tue, 04 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 4, 2001

Well, gee, that was pleasant. I just pulled up a Shockwave page, and was prompted to update my Shockwave plugin. I figured, "Sure, I'll update." The installer then proceeded to close every browser window I had open before continuing with the install. It didn't even warn me. How rude of the designers; they couldn't even add a single line of code:

Alert *alert = new Alert( "To install the new version of Shockwave, all web browser windows will now be closed.", "OK" );

That'd be better than what I got, though of course, it wouldn't be as polite as this:

Alert *alert = new Alert( "To install the new version of Shockwave, all web browser windows must be closed. If you click "Close and Continue", all browser windows will close and Shockwave installation will continue. If you click Cancel, browser windows will remain open but Shockwave will not complete installation.", "Close and Continue", "Cancel" );
if( alert->Button() == 1 )
  ...

OK, on to other things. I've been meaning to talk about Showstopper, a book by G. Pascal Zachary about the race within Microsoft to create Windows NT. (Here's a presentation that covers a lot of the basics of the NT development effort, particularly compared to developing Windows 2000.) After reading about the strained families, the 16-hour-a-day schedules, the innumerable heated arguments, and all the other stresses that nearly broke a large team of highly intelligent developers, I was amazed to read this sentence in the epilogue of Showstopper!:

"Why did NT meet most of its goals and arrive, if not on schedule, at least in time to affect the competition? How did Cutler's team avoid the loss of purpose and initiative that often burdens large teams?" -- Showstopper!, page 280

To my widened eyes, this made NT sound like a success. Any project that came close to cracking that many people and that slipped its schedule so many times (the original estimate was 1.5 years; it took 4.5) is no success by my standards.

In no other industry -- even within engineering -- is chronic long hours and behind-the-curve schedules considered not just normal, but acceptable. Can you imagine any car manufacturer delivering the 2005 models some time in April of 2005?

We, as consumers and developers, can stop this cycle. If a publisher comes out with a schedule, expect them to stick to it. If you as a publisher need to set a public deadline, be generous.

The problem is, I've been reading that managers set aggressive schedules because of their belief that developers will slack off at the beginning of a generous schedule. Maybe they will. However, what's more important: delivering well-tested, high-confidence products on time, or making sure that your developers are working feverishly?

Enough of that. Time for a new poll. Here are the results of the last one:

What kind of computer game do you play the most?
First-person shooter (81%)
General action (0%)
Simulation (flight sim) / Toy (SimCity) (0%)
Card / Puzzle (0%)
Strategy (18%)

What else. Well, what did I do today? After work, I headed over to a friend's house to play Nobilis. One of the players didn't show up, so we chatted about DragonCon and played a game of Settlers of Catan (play it in a Java applet!), a fun little strategy board game where you try to build settlements and roads before your opponents. I wonder if my parents would enjoy it.

I didn't get home until 11:30, so I just got in and crashed into bed. My oldest niece is here for a week, but I didn't get a chance to see her.

Mon, 03 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 3, 2001

The chicken savory pie turned out perfectly. I didn't do much of anything today, though, other than a brief trip to Old Town Alexandria to window shop.

Sun, 02 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 2, 2001

It's been an interesting weekend.

My parents left for North Carolina on Thursday morning. Our English Setter got sick Thursday evening. I've been spending a fair amount of time listening to a dog throw up, and cleaning bile and partially-digested dog food off of carpets. At least she's been having the diarrhea outside.

It's not too bad, really. She was back to normal as of yesterday morning, so I've been able to spend most of the weekend completing chores and just keeping the house in good working order. I'm always amazed at the amount of work that's required to maintain a house.

[Peach Chardonnay]

It's beautifully cool outside as I type this. I've thrown wide the French doors in my room, so a fresh breeze occasionally caresses my cheek as I type this. The 69-degree weather reminds me that Old Man Autumn will be arriving soon, an event which usually triggers in me a zest for cooking.

I don't know why I like to cook. I certainly do enjoy cooking, as futile as it seems. All that effort, for a creation that's gone within an hour. Still, there's something to be said for a hobby that's so immediately satisfying to an audience.

So, sure enough, I've been in the mood to bake for the past few weeks. I tried to make basic chocolate chip cookies last night, but the dough was a bit off, so that the outside of each cookie is a bit too crispy while the inside is a bit too soft. Despite that, I plan to make a welcome-home dinner for my parents tonight: Honey mustard chicken savory pie and sweet corn muffins, complemented with a peach chardonnay.

You will undoubtedly have noticed the new calendar widget at the top of the page. I'll post major events on this calendar, particularly events which have a high probability of pulling my attention away from this diary. Stuff like vacations and holidays. The current day is highlighted in blue.

You'll also have noticed that I moved the poll over to the left-hand column. I think it fits in better over there.

Sat, 01 Sep 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 1, 2001

"Youth is not a time of life -- it is a state of mind. It is not a matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a freshness of the deep springs of life. Youth means a temperamental predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over a life of ease. This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in a boy of twenty. Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow old by deserting their ideals.

"Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul. Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair -- these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to dust.

"Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart a love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing, childlike appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life.

"You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your self-confidence, as old as your fear; as young as your hope, as old as your despair.

"In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station. So long as it receives message of beauty, hope, cheer, grandeur, courage and power from the earth, from men and from the Infinite -- so long are you young. When the wires are all down and the central places of your heart are covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of cynicism, then you are grown old, indeed!"

-- "Youth" by Samuel Ullman (1840-1924)

Just a quick update: I watched the fourth episode of Gasaraki. I'm amazed to report that the story is even more complex than I'd thought it to be, and the show is going in fascinating directions with its characters. The story continues to flow in a natural way that I rarely see in anime, or in anything else, for that matter.

I also re-watched several episodes of NieA Under 7, re-affirming my unreasoning love for the show. Its occasional character moments touch me so unexpectedly.

[X-Men: Evolution cast]

This morning, I caught episodes of Digimon season 3, which actually takes place in an alternate timeline, Samurai Jack (what a cool show!), Medabots (a rather yawn-inducing collect-'em-all series that has more in common with Ranma 1/2 and what I've seen of Love Hina than, say, Pokemon or Digimon), and X-Men: Evolution (which has a fascinating roster of mutants at intriguing stages in their lives). Fox Kids is turning into Anime Central.

Sun, 28 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 28, 2001

Wow. Got a lot done today.

Fixed a bunch of bugs in Landscape. Worked in the garden. Read some more of Bradbury's latest, From the Dust Returned. Lit about twenty little candles in my garden, each in a little Halloween tin. Dutifully attended church, and AWANA, and Kairos.

And now, tired, I go to bed.

Sat, 27 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 27, 2001

Our little Pilgrim's Progress book club met for the first time this morning. We re-introduced ourselves and decided to read about 30 pages every two weeks. Seems fair enough.

I then went to a nearby bookstore, which was having a big sale. I bought:

When I came home, I ended up working on Landscape for about five hours. When I finished, Landscape was in decent shape, so I released the current build as version 1.0.0. Woohoo!

I'm anxious to find out what people think of Landscape. It's an unusual app.

Thu, 25 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 25, 2001

Got an e-mail this morning about the download counter Kamidake. Right now, each version of an application has its own download counter, and the sum of all the download counters is displayed at the top of the applications page, as "58 downloads" or whatever. A problem arises when a developer removes an old version, though; a bunch of downloads suddenly disappear from the download counter.

However, I don't want Kamidake to list downloads for files that no longer exist, do I? Yes. Yes, I do. It's a download counter, not a download sum. My programmer's ego nearly got in the way of the reasonable solution. I'll have to fix that.

This evening, Saalon, Brennen, and I had a long DSP meeting. We got into a somewhat nasty argument, but our tempers cooled quickly. We're moving forward on a variety of things, especially leet. But we've really got to work on our website.

I digitally photographed a couple of my computer games and put them up for auction on eBay. It'll feel good to gain extra space.

I also made some progress on Landscape. More details are at its own website.

Wed, 24 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 24, 2001

Pendragon seems to have recovered. From what I can tell, I had originally put the primary hard drive and CD-ROM onto the second IDE chain, with the secondary hard drive on the primary IDE chain. While BeOS could boot with this configuration, certain operations caused BeOS to act strangely, and this situation deteriorated. I'd wager that Tracker was unwilling to load because it was trying to mount the second hard drive, which it could no longer manage.

Meanwhile, thanks to Brennen, I got Debian installed on a new computer I've cobbled together from old parts, Methuselah. This has the motherboard, processor, and case from Lady with a spare hard drive, and a video card from a 486. Needless to say, the graphics are somewhat slow, but since I'm using it as a text-only Unix box, I don't mind. I really need to buy a Belkin monitor/keyboard/mouse switcher.

Tue, 23 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 23, 2001

Well, I didn't write a diary entry yesterday, but that's for two reasons: One, Pendragon refused to boot yesterday evening. The BeOS Tracker wouldn't load, no matter how many times I rebooted or re-installed BeOS. I'll deal with that tonight.

Two, I stayed up until 11:00 p.m. talking with my parents. We covered a whole bunch of topics, and had a pleasant time, but I went to bed feeling bone-tired.

I tried to wake up at 5:30 for Men's Academy, but couldn't keep my eyes open. Frustratingly, once I went back to bed, I couldn't fall completely asleep. So, I dozed fitfully for about an hour, before turning on the news, and then checking some websites before getting ready for work.

And that's been my day so far.

[Night on the Galactic Railroad]

What else...oh, well, I tried to watch Night on the Galactic Railroad. The film is slow. Very slow. I can take slow, but not when it's pointlessly slow. It takes the protagonist seventy-five seconds to climb a hill. There's nothing particularly meaningful about the climb, either; any attempt to turn the scene into a deep metaphor would be stretching the imagery like old-fashioned taffy.

This disappointed me, because Night is a Kenji Miyazawa story, Miyazawa being a Japanese poet and writer for whom I have gained deep respect, thanks to Spring and Chaos. Perhaps I need a Japanese perspective to be able to enjoy Night on the Galactic Railroad.

I also watched episode seven of Gasaraki. It's an impressive ending to the first two discs, which form a mini-arc within the main story itself. The protagonist, Yushiro, is beginning to break out of his shell a little bit, setting the stage for future character development. Interesting stuff.

Sun, 21 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 21, 2001

I've been working through a lot of personal issues lately. This mental wrestling match culminated with a realization on Saturday night that I carry inside me an immense ball of pride. For the past day, I've tried to train myself to drop that ball of pride, and it's been an amazing, purifying experience. I feel clean and real when I stop thinking of myself as so important.

I realized that everything I have came from someone. Everything in my room, that I "own," was at some level the product of some other person. Even flowers grow without our help.

This does not mean that I consider myself a lowly worm with no reason to live or be proud of my accomplishments. I have talents which I can use to create beauty. However, I'm realizing that I've been focusing on me and excluding the work that is to be done. "You can't build your reputation on what you're going to do," said Henry Ford. I've been assuming my reputation and ignoring the do part.

So. Writers are told to be naked for their readers; I've exposed myself for enough of this entry.

[Lady case]

I painted Lady's computer case, which you can see to the right. I'm happy with it.

Tomorrow morning I'll mail three video tapes to a member of the Otakon 2001 staff, and he'll put copies of the Otakon 2001 Anime Music Video Contest overflow screenings on the tapes. So, I should have hours of anime music videos to watch when the tapes arrive back here in a couple of months. The AMV that I entered in the contest should be on one of those tapes, too, so I'll enjoy having a tape of that.

Hmmm. I should also describe my mini-adventure at Kairos, but I'm tired. I'll try to remember to write about that tomorrow.

Fri, 19 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 19, 2001

Uploaded a review of Gasaraki disc 1 to Points of View today, which joined the review of Hand Maid May disc 1 that I added a couple of days ago. It feels good to be on a roll like this. I hope to finish a review of the first Nausicaa manga tonight, and maybe get a few more done by the end of the weekend.

Thu, 18 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 18, 2001

"I also think that the most vulnerable time for any human, is when they go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. To be shot then would be awful."

-- ~Tink~ on OpenDiary, October 18, 2001

Went to a video store to see if they had Boogiepop Phantom yet. They didn't, so I skimmed their anime VHS selection for those odd titles that'll probably never be released on DVD. I found one: Kimba the White Lion, the children's show by Osamu "Father of Anime" Tezuka. I grabbed the first tape for a measly USD $15 (a bargain compared to most anime DVDs, which cost $30 for the same number of episodes), and ended up watching the first two episodes before going to bed.

Depending on who you listen to, Disney's the The Lion King was either inspired by, or a direct rip-off of, Kimba. The truth, from my perspective, lies more with the latter interpretation. For example, Kimba has two primary friends: a spiritualist baboon, and a smart-talking parrot. Sound familiar? I understand that a warthog enters the scene later on in the series....

The show itself is quite odd. It's indistinguishable from the early Fabulous Fleischer Folio cartoons, and uses absolutely minimal animation -- I'd guess no more than a few hundred cels per episode. Despite those drawbacks, it tells a massive, complicated plot for a childrens' TV show, and is often quite dark. Death and tragedy are part of life in this jungle story. I can't say that I like the show, but it has enough impressive elements that I at least respect it.

Wed, 17 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 17, 2001

"Most people would say that entertainment must be enjoyable outside the purview of critical analysis, and yet entertainment, like everything else, is contingent upon an enormous amount of interdependent theories that together create a logical system which must be adhered to if anything worthwhile is to be produced.

"To make it so that a film is enjoyable without overt theorizing, the initial problems of motivation and identification -- such as sympathizing with the villain or the hero's hesitance at firing a gun -- must be solved, or the ensuing action just becomes pointless."

-- Hayao Miyazaki (creator of My Neighbor Totoro, Kiki's Delivery Service, etc.), 1989, translated by Atsushi Fukumoto, Sheng-Te Tsao, and Steven Feldman. Entire interview.

I've been reading quite a bit of Miyazaki's essays and interviews lately. He has a lot of interesting opinions about animation, anime, and children's stories.

Meanwhile, I'm doing...OK. Still trying to fight my porn addiction, which has wrapped its tentacles tight around my brain. I'm improving, slowly, but I have to fight odd battles.

Mon, 15 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 15, 2001

I can see that I haven't been updating this diary as I'd like. One reason for this, I think, is my schedule.

As Saalon pointed out to me several weeks ago, one major flaw in my schedule is its lack of time dedicated to recharging myself creatively after I get home from work. I need some time every night to just relax, before I try to attack creative work like drawing or writing.

So, I'm re-arranging my evenings as follows: After dinner, I go through my daily Bible reading and research. I don't need to be creatively recharged to read half a chapter of the Bible, nor to read a commentary. Then, I'm free to do whatever I'd like until 8:30 to 9:00 at night, at which time I start on my work for that evening. At 10:30, I finish up my work, update this diary, and draw a practice sketch. I then read in bed from roughly 11:00 to 11:30, if I can.

I tried this schedule last night, after I got home from dinner with my Grandmother, and it worked well. I didn't try to do the work -- Mondays are anime nights, and I've watched plenty of anime lately -- but the schedule allowed me to relax and take care of miscellaneous little chores and fun projects. Drawing at night, just before bed, seems to be extraordinarily enjoyable, too. I can relax and just draw.

I finished reading the first book in Hayao Miyazaki's epic manga Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind last night in bed. I can't describe it in a paragraph or two, but I plan to write a full review for Points of View. Nausicaä's plot is as intricate as a music-box dancer, and its characters are unquestionably multi-dimensional. The themes of war and ecology addressed in Miyazaki's recent film Princess Mononoke pale in comparison to Nausicaä's depth and detail.

So, yeah, I liked it a lot. :-) I can't wait to read the rest of it.

Men's Academy went well this morning. I've been toying with the idea of dropping out, since I'm currently involved in a fair number of church activities, but we had such a close, memorable experience that I think I'll continue attending. At least, I'll go next week. As Woody Allen said, "Ninety percent of life is just showing up."

Sun, 14 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 14, 2001

After staying awake so late last night that I ended up re-arranging all of my bookshelves, I woke up this morning with an urgent little voice whispering in my ear, "Just don't go to church today. Skip it, this once. Go to AWANA, fine, but stay home and relax today."

This time, I didn't give in to the voice's urgings. The sermon was excellent, dealing with a leader's response to a crisis (understandable emotional reaction which is appropriately restrained, followed by serious thought, followed by action), and we talked at length in my Sunday School class about the appropriate Christian's response to the current situation, especially regarding Muslims. We came to no conclusions.

Then, after popcorn shrimp at Applebee's, I went to AWANA and Kairos. Both went well. I'd like to describe Bill Haley's sermon, but I'm too tired to be able to remember it clearly. Perhaps I'll describe it in more detail later.

Sat, 13 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 13, 2001

Spent some time on Landscape today. I've got it to the point where you can drag icons around the land, double-click then to launch them, drag the land around, and zoom in and out on the land. And thanks to some advice I received today, the application automatically saves itself every five minutes. It's pretty usable now, except that you can't add icons. That'll come next.

I spent most of the day today on chores: mowing the front lawn (the seasons are moving along now such that I only need to haul out the mower every other weekend), taking my weekly backup tape to a safety deposit box, cleaning my pond, etc. I then treated my parents to a dinner of fish and chips at Applebee's, on a whim.

After dinner, we wandered a nearby bookstore, where I followed my standard modus operandi by buying a motley crew of books:

  • A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Podium, a collection of quotes and humorous stories
  • Big Trouble, a novel by Dave Barry
  • From the Dust Returned, a novel by Ray Bradbury
  • The Essential Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson (the first C&H collection)
  • Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind Perfect Collection, Volume 1, a manga by Hayao Miyazaki
Thu, 11 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 11, 2001

Maybe I'm just a weird anime junkie, but when I saw this in a list of Windows files, I was momentarily disturbed:

[Screenshot]

Tue, 09 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 9, 2001

Today could be seen as a day of balance.

I woke up this morning feeling quite sick, with a sore throat and an upset stomach. I didn't go to the Men's Academy, instead calling my boss at work and telling him that I wouldn't come in today.

Then, after some hot tea and soup from my Mom, I re-watched Kiki's Delivery Service. It was so good that I cried at the end. I think it was partly due to the fantastic film itself, partly due to my weakened physical state, and partly due to the epiphany I experienced near the end of watching the film.

I've heard people say that you have to find your skill in life. Your talent. The one thing that you do. I've always wondered what my skill is.

[Image of a rose]

While watching Kiki's Delivery Service, my vision of myself coalesced. I realize that I create worlds. I create worlds on the page, or in a computer, or as a garden. That is my skill. That's what I do.

This realization changed me. I began organizing my room, and I realized that, while I was sick, I wasn't too sick to stay home. So, I went to work for the afternoon. And I got stuff done.

Afterwards I bought a new flip case for my Visor, since my previous one broke. I don't like the new one (from Rhino Skin), but it was all they had.

When I came home, I had a delicious home-cooked meal of macaroni and cheese, then proceeded to get some work done on Landscape. I'm also moving answering some Wine e-mails. Though I haven't done my devotions or practiced drawing yet tonight (I try to do so every evening), I've been satisfyingly productive.

Mon, 08 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 8, 2001

Very little to report today, though I'm writing this in the mid-afternoon, so I may revisit this entry tonight if something interesting happens.

I plan to watch some anime tonight: probably either Gunsmith Cats or Gasaraki. I'll see if my Mom's interested in watching Kiki's Delivery Service; if so, I'll re-watch it with her.

In wider news, the U.S. started bombing Afghanistan yesterday. Suddenly, a country that most Americans couldn't spell a month ago is our worst enemy.

Sun, 07 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 7, 2001 [Pretty Flower]

I spent the morning puttering around my garden; sweeping dried leaves off of the gravel path, scrubbing the pond filters, watering the plants, and just generally maintaining stuff. I felt constructive, even creative.

I then read a few more pages of Islandia, but I can't make serious progress. The story is well-told, but it's told rather than shown. I'm told that George seems proud, instead of being shown his pride through his conversation or manner. Still, Islandia is a wondrous place, and I'm enjoying my discovery of it.

In the afternoon I made a trip to a local craft store for extra votive candles, and bought some fake pumpkins that were on sale. When I returned home with them, I painted one with a Jack O'Lantern face, and put the rest on top of the stone wall on one end of the garden.

AWANA went well. We have a good group of kids, and the club seems more organized this year.

After returning home again, I placed twenty-four little tin Jack O'Lantern bags along the gravel path that winds through my garden, and lit votive candles in each one. After placing my Coleman stove on the deck and lighting a log within it, and lighting a ceramic Jack O'Lantern on the table, the garden was as festive as any for this time of year.

Sat, 06 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 6, 2001

Spent the morning working on Landscape, my experimental application launcher. The user can now pan and zoom around the interface with the mouse, and can select icons (by clicking on them). Next, double-clicking to launch an app.

This afternoon I ended up watching the rest of the first El Hazard OVA, and all of the second. I really enjoyed it, too; I'd say that it's comparable to the Tenchi Muyo! OVAs. Both manage to mix action, comedy, some drama, and some character development into a genuinely fun recipe.

Fri, 05 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 5, 2001

Ohhhh boy. I watched Kiki's Delivery Service today. It's a Hayao Miyazaki film, and boy is it fantastic. I can't describe the wonderful beauty of this film. It's like a well in the desert: calm and simple, but also deep, and cherished.

Wed, 03 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 3, 2001

Well, today is less hectic than I'd feared it would be. No real reason why it should be hectic; I've just been stressed for the past five days.

Work's going well. There's nothing else that I can think of to report.

Tue, 02 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 2, 2001

My productivity at work continues to soar, miles above my productivity in the past. This is cool.

Definitely time for a new poll. Here's how the last one worked out:

How many audio CDs do you own?
Less than 50 (33%)
50 to 100 (44%)
100 to 250 (11%)
250 to 500 (0%)
Over 500 (0%)

Men's Academy this morning covered fathers and sons, particularly how a father impacts his son(s). Interesting stuff; children usually inherit a large amount of their father's behavior, though rarely the traits that they expect to inherit.

Nobilis also went well. The plot and the environment within the game are blooming. I'm trying to learn to role-play, not just accurately, but with interest. I've found that I have to push myself to do interesting things.

But, I awoke at 5:30 a.m. for Men's Academy, and got home at 10:30 p.m. after Nobilis. I can't do this every week, so we're going to reschedule our sessions for Thursday evenings.

Mon, 01 Oct 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 1, 2001

Ahhhh. It's October, my favorite month of the year. October's neither too sentimental like September, nor as brutal as November. October keeps you alive with its chilly breath, but rarely presents any nasty days.

You'll have to excuse my verbiage tonight. I re-read Ray Bradbury's Dandelion Wine tonight, published in this month's Gourmet magazine. It's such an amazing work.

Even Grandma, when snow was whirling fast, dizzying the world, blinding windows, stealing breath from gasping mouths, even Grandma, one day in February, would vanish to the cellar.

Above, in the vast house, there would be coughings, sneezings, wheezings, and groans, childish fevers, throats raw as butcher's meat, noses like bottled cherries, the stealthy microbe everywhere.

Then, rising from the cellar like a June goddess, Grandma would come, something hidden but obvious under her knitted shawl. This, carried to every miserable room upstairs-and-down would be dispersed with aroma and clarity into neat glasses, to be swigged neatly. The medicines of another time, the balm of sun and idle August afternoons, the faintly heard sounds of ice wagons passing on brick avenues, the rush of silver skyrockets and the fountaining of lawn mowers moving through ant countries, all these, all these in a glass.

I'm doing well. I awoke this morning determined to do more today than anyone else at Intersect. I have my faults, but when I start really working on something, I'm fast, fast as overclocked lightning.

So, I put my neck to my work (as they said in ancient times). And I was fast. I did a heck of a lot of work.

And here's what's interesting. I feel good. I've been upbeat all day. We've all heard that hard work is good for the soul, but I've never really believed it until now. There's this positive spin at the center of my soul right now. Weird.

This is also a momentous day in that I went to a local movie store and bought a copy of Kiki's Delivery Service, which I believe is the last Miyazaki film available in America that I haven't seen. Saalon has been recommending to me that I watch it, so now I'll finally get the chance.

While I was at the store, I picked up the second DVD of Hand Maid May. I ended up watching all of it tonight as I ate a TV dinner of undercooked beef and overcooked potatoes. I really enjoyed the disc; the series turns towards drama and character development in this middle disc, which provides a welcome maturity to the show. Plus, it continues to subtly reference other anime series; I saw one scene that evokes Utena, and I swear that Kazia's being pursued by a P.P.O.R. from Key: The Metal Idol.

So, s'all good. I'm off to bed now. Trying to apply myself to a rather rigorous schedule, and I'm getting up early tomorrow morning for the Men's Academy.

Fri, 30 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 30, 2001

Being on a schedule has its drawbacks. Even its advantages have drawbacks.

Case in point: I normally reserve Friday nights for writing. Up until now, I've only been writing Points of View reviews on Friday, but recently, I've had the urge to write some fiction. Any sort of fiction. Not the Great American Novel; just something entertaining.

As you can imagine, I've been mentally building myself up to start work on this. Now, I said that a schedule has drawbacks hiding in its advantages. One of the advantages of being on a schedule is that you know you're going to have time to do things. Since I've blocked off some time to watch anime every week, I don't spend days thinking, I've really got to snag an hour so I can watch more Robotech soon. Instead, I can look forward to that anime time.

However, tonight is the night of the Intersect Christmas party. This means that I won't have time to write, and since I'd been planning to write tonight, I'd made no progress on actual writing yet.

So, I've sort of sabotaged myself. By not factoring in the Christmas party (I should have written it on my calendar), I'm not going to get a chance to write. Maybe I can block off some writing time on Saturday.

I've also bumping up against another problem with my schedule, one which is much thornier. Saalon pointed out to me awhile back that I needed to schedule some down-time between work and my home activities. In other words, I shouldn't expect myself to come home, eat dinner, then dive straight into writing or drawing or whatever.

He was right, but I'm having terrible trouble diving into work after I've been goofing off for an hour or two. I'm not sure whether this is due to simple laziness, or the way I'm wired. Either way, I can't think of any modification to my schedule that would help this. If you guys reading this have any suggestions, please drop me a line.

In other news...there's a new poll. I accidentally deleted the old one before I thought of saving the results, unfortunately. As I recall, a surprising majority of people would dodge the draft for as long as they could.

Tue, 27 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 27, 2001

"No rest for the Sipple...." For some reason, that phrase tickles me.

I'm tuckered out right now, but I expect that. I went to Men's Academy this morning (I wish they had a website), and its 6:30 a.m. starting time has taken its toll. Even so, I'm glad I went, as John's message about wisdom was worth hearing.

I got through the workday, though, and managed to drag myself home. Once there, I watched some anime.

I finished the first disc of Nadia and the Secret of Blue Water. Ah, how I love this show. The two protagonists, Jean and Nadia, are vivid characters with differences that work well dramatically. Jean, the wide-eyed lover of life, trusts too much, while Nadia, who has lived a turbulent and rather unahppy life, trusts too little. They make an interesting pair, and the series is smart enough to stay calm and quite pleasant, so that the audience's emotions aren't manipulated.

I then watched another episode of Gasaraki, which continues its tradition of high-quality storytelling. There were a few laugh-out-loud funny moments, too, which impressed me.

And then...a bit of classic anime, with an episode of Robotech. The SDF-1 returns home to Earth, finally. So, what next? I'm anxious to find out. This series is just plain fun.

In other news, Saalon finished his episode of Defiant last night. I was privileged to read a copy of the episode, and after reading that, boy am I glad that he's writing Wine for me. He's got so much talent.

I also spent some time chatting in the RO-World chatroom. RO-World is the largest English-language site devoted to Ragnarok Online, which is an extremely attractive massively-multiplayer online game. The chatroom is full of interesting people, of a mix that reminds me strongly of events, my old stomping grounds.

Mon, 26 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 26, 2001

Well. It's time for me to start becoming me.

By that, I mean that I have a pretty high standard for myself, and I haven't been living up to it. The problem is that, while I know which habits I'd like to have, once I start following those habits, I quickly fool myself into thinking that I'm totally faithful to those habits. I begin to slack off, because in my mind, I'm still faithful.

So. I have my schedule. Why don't I stick to it? I'm going to start sticking to it. No more excuses. If some part of my schedule doesn't work, I'll change it, but I'm going to at least do it.

Fine, enough of that.

I've been reading E. E. "Doc" Smith's last book, Subspace Encounter. Smith invented the space opera, and this is a wonderful example of same. It's lots of fun, and this is what I've needed, I think, to get back into reading. I've needed something that I'll just love to dive into, if only for a few pages.

"Millions of starships, planet-devouring negaspheres, 'beams of lambent energy,' 'cones of destruction,' hyper-spatial tubes, millenia-old beings of pure intellect and limitless psionic powers, whole galaxies wracked by war... these were the stuff and the scale on which Doc Smith wrote, and thumping good it was. Very few of the writers who have followed in Smith's footsteps have matched his scale and inventiveness; none have matched his singlehanded impact on his genre."
-- David Weber

Meanwhile, Saalon's finishing up his Defiant script, so that he can focus on writing preliminary stuff for Wine. I just hope he won't burn himself out; this is a lot of writing to do.

Speaking of which, I'm getting in the mood to write. I've nothing special in mind; perhaps just a scene or three, to stretch my (horribly atrophied) writing muscles.

I've been somewhat inspired to write by Doc Smith himself. He could invent whole worlds and societies off the cuff, because he understood the balance between believability, coolness, and a good story. A novel could introduce a patently silly social concept, which wouldn't matter because it was cool. Or, because the story was interesting. He didn't worry about High Literary Achievement; he wrote about knife duels because they were cool.

Why can't I?

Sat, 24 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 24, 2001

Quickly, before the street-sweeper of the mind, sleep, claims me:

I decorated my office for Christmas this morning. A (false) pine garland runs around the rim of the cubicle, festooned with fairy lights, which also climb the archway which serves as the entrance to our little space. It looks very cool.

I also watched the first two episodes of Nadia and the Secret of the Blue Water, which fulfilled my expectations. It's a wonderful, Miyazaki-like series, though it lacks his brilliance and subtlety. It plays off of innocence and joi de vivre, without being juvenile. Lovely.

My parents and I did a little bit of Christmas decorating around the house, too. We'll probably put up our traditional two trees tomorrow.

I've been ripping mp3's from our Christmas albums (for personal use only). I've now got over eight hours' worth of Christmas music in mp3 form. I'm considering running speaker cables from my room to the living room, so we can play any kind of music at any time of the day, based off of an mp3 collection on a BeOS box running TuneTracker.

I've also made a little bit of progress on Landscape, though not much.

Fri, 23 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 23, 2001

I had the day off of work today, so my Mom and I went shopping. We had great success finding Christmas presents and such things.

Particularly, I happened across an anime import store. It contains mostly Hello Kitty merchandise, but they have a wide selection of CD's, wallscrolls, and models. Most importantly, they're at American prices; I don't have to pay USD $35 for a CD. I ended up spending $90 there, on a variety of stuff I'd never dreamed of finding: Tenchi Muyo! CDs, a Totoro plushie, and one of the Gunsmith Cats manga books. This is in addition to the anime DVDs I bought for myself at Suncoast.

I wonder if I'll ever get used to manga...in that Gunsmith Cats manga, May works at a brothel for a day to get information about a case, and much is made of her sexual prowess. She's just barely eighteen, not to mention her nude shot, and her...ummm...entrance exam. But I think I've made my point.

As you can tell, I couldn't want to dive into my goodies. One of the Tenchi CDs turned out to be essentially an anime music video collection; music from the series, set to clips from the OVAs. Very cool stuff.

I also watched the first half of the Irresponsible Captain Tylor disc. I really like the show, as it manages to be an outright comedy (much like, say, The Honeymooners, where the screwball comedy always came first) while still sprinkling some fascinating comments on leadership, war, etc. into the mix. The setting just begs for personal interpretations of every character's perspective.

Tylor is perhaps the most laid-back man in history, but rather than land him in trouble, his attitude seems to save his bacon over and over. Is this luck? It appears to be, but along the way Tylor makes some lovely observations about human nature. Is he playing it cool and trying to teach everyone something important? Or is he just lucky besides being observant? I can't tell, and therein lies much of the fun.

I then finished watching the first Robotech collection -- it's rare to find anything that's so much unmitigated fun -- before trying Soul Music, a British-made animation of the Terry Pratchett book of the same name. My love for Terry Pratchett was ignited by Soul Music, so when I saw this in the store, I couldn't resist buying it.

[Soul Music cover]

How was it? For an aspiring animator, it's quite instructive. The only really bad element of Soul Music is the visuals. It looks bad, and that ruins it.

Now, this may sound like a trite, veiled insult. It isn't. Look at it this way: The voice acting's good. The adaptation's decent. The music is quite good. The special effects are well-done. The pacing's OK. But the visuals are so vital that, when they failed, they ruined the entire thing.

The animators failed in two ways: (1) the character designs are terrible, and (2) the animation isn't matched to the backgrounds. The characters are drawn using simple, crispy, cartoony colors, while the backgrounds are generally detailed, soft, and dark. It feels like the characters are floating several feet from their surroundings.

The weak direction doesn't help. If the visuals were OK, then the confusing direction wouldn't be so noticeable. Unfortunately, the director chose odd, constantly-changing camera angles, and seemed to favor short shots. I found myself disoriented and annoyed at the frenetic pace.

OTOH, translating a book to a miniseries (which, I assume, was the origin of this work) is incredibly difficult, especially one of Pratchett's touching and cerebral comedies. Boy, there's a phrase I'll probably never use to describe any other author's work: "touching and cerebral comedies."

In any event, that's all I have to report for now. I'll probably post a POV review tomorrow.

Thu, 22 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 22, 2001

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. Even if you don't celebrate it, it's a good idea to stop for a moment and be grateful for...well, everything. Practically everything that we have in life is, in some way, a gift from others.

My Thanksgiving was a pleasant one; after I spent the morning ripping Christmas mp3's (a surprisingly easy job once one gets used to the process), my sister and her family came over for the day. So, we had a total of eight places around the table, which made for a festive holiday.

My sister brought over the new DVD of The Happiest Millionaire, which was a wonderful way to spend a few hours. Then, after they left, Mom and I watched the rest of Kiki's Delivery Service, one of my favorite films of all time. She loved it, thankully. Then again, I can't imagine anyone disliking it.

Oh, and the apple pie turned out well, according to familial reports. I haven't had a slice yet, but it does look good.

Meanwhile, I should be careful what I wish for. For months, I've been pushing Saalon to write an online diary, and now he's upstaging me with thoughtful, insightful entries most days of the week. I've no idea how I could compete with that.

So, I won't. If I want to be insightful, I'll save it for a Points of View review, or a short story. This diary is a record, not high literature.

(You hear that, self? Quit obssessing over this diary, and writing it "properly." It is proper. Improvable, perhaps, but not worth excessive worrying.)

Wed, 21 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 21, 2001

It's almost Thanksgiving. I'll bake an apple pie tonight as my parents do the rest of the work.

Meanwhile, I stumbled upon a wonderful little humorous essay called "Little Wars" by H.G. Wells, about how he and several friends became obssessed with playing wargames with tin soldiers. Contrary to Wells' dark SF writing, this plays with convention and presents his play with tin soldiers as though it were a proper scientific study.

And within it, he sets out an elegant system for a computer wargame. I've written up the rules, and would love to write a game like for AtheOS. Unfortunately, I've already got three AtheOS projects at the moment. Adding a fourth is probably a bad idea.

Tue, 20 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 20, 2001

A few tidbits today: For the first time in...well...years, I've been spending a significant amount of time gaming lately. The object of my affection is Ragnarok Online, a massively-multiplayer online community and game, using artwork similar to Final Fantasy IX's. It's still in alpha, which means it's still free.

[Rangarok character]
A priest of Ragnarok

I can't get used to the idea that I'm actually playing a computer game for more than half an hour at a time. I used to be a computer gaming freak -- adventure games being my big hobby -- but the wane of that genre combined with my entrance into college, and so my gaming hobby quickly died. The most gaming I've mustered lately is a few late-night Quake II sessions at work.

So, I'm playing Ragnarok. The artwork is beautiful, the gameplay is elegantly straightforward, and the world is interesting. My graphics card isn't supported, so I see a few weird graphical glitches, and the gameplay is pretty limited (it is in alpha), but I'm enjoying the easygoing nature of the game. The community is still at that early stage where pretty much everybody is polite and helpful. An anonymous passersby gave me a free sword just yesterday.

What else. I just set up a mirror of all the basic AtheOS files. This is probably a mistake, bandwidth-wise, but I hate to see atheos.cx hammered so hard every time a release is released.

I also spent some time working on Landscape, which can now replace the default desktop on AtheOS. I still have some kinks to work out, but overall, this is a very cool feature.

And now, I'm annoyed. Check this out:

Microsoft is being sued by a whole bunch of private individuals for anti-trust violations. They're seeking a settlement, in which Microsoft will donate USD $1.5 billion in software and computer equipment to the poorest schools in America over the next three years.

Did I miss something? If Microsoft is guilty, how does this address their anti-trust violations? This doesn't stop them from doing a single blessed thing. They can go on their merry way; heck, they have $38 billion in cash right now. This solves nothing.

Since when did justice mean "The loser pays out some cash?" If Microsoft is a monopoly, as these people claim, it should be stopped from being a monopoly, not forced to pay a fine. Monopolies are perfectly willing to dole out some spare cash once in awhile so they can continue their practices. It's called bribery in other countries.

Mon, 19 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 19, 2001

Some actual content: Last night I watched the second and final DVD of the Ah My Goddess! OVA. It was surprisingly good; they managed to pull off a movie-scale story in about 70 minutes. Clearly, this was their Tenchi Muyo! in Love (I or II).

As I discovered from the first disc, the best part of the experience was re-watching the disc with the commentary track turned on, where the producers and voice actors pretty much MST the whole thing.

Ahhhh, MST3K. Gone. It was a good ten years. Maybe I should buy some tapes.

John C. Dvorak has a nice summation of the Lindows controversy (Lindows being a proposed Linux-based OS that'll integrate the WINE Windows emulator, so you can run both Linux and Windows software with it):

Lindows may not succeed, but it's at least possible. Even if Lindows comes close to success, the product could beget the massive transition that Microsoft perpetually fears.
Sat, 17 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 17, 2001

This has been a surprisingly productive day.

It's just past 2:00, and I've already taken care of my weekly backups, bought replacement coaxial cable for our den, and finished winterizing the pots in my garden. Weird.

Right now I'm working on Landscape, trying to add a few features and make it so that it can be used as a replacement for the default desktop.

I like the idea of providing for radically different ways of using computers. For all the code that's being written these days, precious little is trying to make our lives easier in a meaningful way. While Landscape won't solve world hunger, it may at least increase some people's productivity.

Fri, 16 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 16, 2001

The quest is finally at an end! After trips to both Radio Shack and Best Buy yesterday, I've finally managed to correctly wire up our new widescreen TV and home theater system. Cable TV works, the VCR works, and (most importantly for me) the DVD player works. 'Tis a great conclusion to my journeys, verily.

Unfortunately, the celebration went a bit overboard. My parents and I re-watched Galaxy Quest (what a wonderful film), then I watched Gasaraki volume 3, and then I channel-surfed until 4:00 a.m. I didn't get to sleep until after 5:00 a.m. Real smart.

As I type this, Dad is dutifully drilling holes in the wall so we can put the myriad desktop devices -- connected by a ridulous, labyrinthine tangle of cables -- onto appropriate shelves near the TV. So, by tonight, we should have the system completely set up for everyday use.

What else, what else...Toonami Reactor is now providing streaming broadcasts of Star Blazers (space opera) and all four Daft Punk videos, with feeds for Record of Lodoss War (sword and sorcery) and Harlock Saga (70's space opera) coming soon. Studio Ghibli may not give Disney the American release rights to Hayao Miyazaki's latest animated film Spirited Away -- currently the highest-grossing non-American film in history -- and is considering Dreamworks as a distributor instead. Miyazaki has also announced that there "might be a chance" he'll direct another animated feature film for summer of 2002. I love this man; he's been announcing his retirement for years now.

That's about all that I have to announce for now. I'd like to write a rant on something, but I'm operating on three hours of sleep here.

Thu, 15 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 15, 2001

I feel so ridiculously, completely inadequate. See Saalon's diary entry for today, and Brennen's big November 13 entry. How can I possibly measure up to that? I'm just recording a few of the events of my life here, in paltry plain English.

So. What mundane events can I report?

After laying out another USD $80 at Radio Shack last night for various cabling, I managed to get the the giant TV working, though only through the DVD player. We can't get the cable signal working, because we can't get the RF Modulator to switch on. Yes, it's called an RF Modulator. I'm psychologically forced to imitate Marvin the Martian every time I use that name.

Anyvay. The RF Modulator seems to be busted, so I'm going to try to get it replaced tonight. But we did manage to get a signal working.

Wow.

It's easy to try to compare these things to movie theaters, but it's really nothing like a movie theater. Movie theaters are massive, and the screen is just way bigger than anything you're ever going to get through your front door. Besides, the whole experience of sitting through a movie next to several hundred other people, laughing and gasping like one big hive mind, simply cannot be mimicked at home.

But this is a heck of a lot better than a regular TV. There's all sorts of detail now, and there's that sense of space, of sweep that you just don't get from a smaller TV screen. Jurassic Park can regain some of the grandeur it loses when burned onto a DVD or looped onto a VHS tape.

[Shayla-Shayla from El Hazard]
Shayla-Shayla from El Hazard

And when attached to a good sound system...well, I can't really describe the sensation of hearing the full 5.1 Dolby theme song to El Hazard weaving an Arabian magic spell through those speakers, twining its way around me from all sides. It produces shivers.

And, that's about it for today.

Wed, 14 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 14, 2001

Well. I've never had this happen before, and I've no idea how to respond.

Saalon reports in today's diary entry that he's now ready to start writing Wine. All the pieces are in place, except for one thing: He's frightened to death of it. He's never written anything like this -- a lengthy work that requires my review and approval, and that I'll pay him for -- and that gives him the jitters.

So, I want to calm his fears, but how? Do I tell him that I trust him? Do I tell him that I asked him to write this because I knew he would do a dazzling job (I didn't think he could; I knew)? Do I send him a gift? Do I tell him to take his time?

That latter option is more complicated than it might seem. I've been working on Wine for a year and a half; I want to push it forward now. At the same time, I want to ensure that nobody working on the project feels pressured. I have no deadlines, after all.

So, I do want Saalon to move forward, without pressuring him. What do I do?

Well, he'll read this diary entry at some point, I'm sure. (Hi!) That'll help. But I still want to help him get over this initial fear, even though it is normal for any writer venturing into new territory.

Well. Enough about that. Let me describe yesterday's events.

My parents had decided to buy a big-screen TV for our newly-redecorated den. Mom and I drove from store to store, looking at different options. It came down to a decision between two TVs: a regular big-screen TV, and a flat-panel widescreen TV. The widescreen TV was slightly wider than the regular TV, but had a lower resolution than the regular TV. The widescreen was also only HDTV-ready, while the regular TV was already HDTV-compatible.

I voted for the regular big-screen TV simply because of picture quality, but Mom (and Dad, via celphone) wanted the flatscreen. Unfortunately, the store had none of the flatscreens left, except for the display model. After knocking $1,000 off the price tag for the display model, we bought it.

As part of our discussions regarding this whole purchase, I had volunteered to buy a Dolby surround-sound home theater audio system if they bought the TV. This was a cavalier decision on my part, since I'm strapped for cash. But, I'd promised, so I bought a Sony surround-sound system. I winced as I bought what could have been a plane ticket to Saalon's.

By this point the store was closing, but the employees were kind enough to load the TV into the back of our Pathfinder. We brought it home and began setting it up.

It installed onto the den wall without a problem. I hooked up the surround-sound system and managed to figure out how to turn on its built-in radio. Wow. Not only was the quality fantastic, the system can be set to simulate different environments: Large symphony hall, Jazz club, etc.

However, setting up the TV turned out to be much more difficult. See, the flatscreen TVs aren't really TVs; they're basically just big monitors. They can't receive TV signals in-and-of-themselves. And, since this is a newfangled contraption, it has new jacks for the cables. The system we'd been using before -- cable to VCR to TV -- used old cables and won't work any more. So, today I'm going to try to find an appropriate store and get the cables we need. Fun. Maybe I can set everything up properly tonight, though I doubt it.

Tue, 13 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 13, 2001

Well, this should be interesting. My parents finished redecorating our den, which now has a new floor and ceiling, the old panelling has been removed and the walls painted, etc. The den also serves as our TV/media room, and I think I've convinced my Mom to go out tonight and buy a widescreen flatscreen TV from one of those warehouse grocery stores. I volunteered to pay for a high-quality sound system, if they'd get the TV. So, we may have a drool-inducing media room soon.

Meeeeeanwhile...work goes well. I have lots to do, and I'm doing it. More importantly, I feel enthusiastic about my job and the work that I have to do, which makes work so much more fun. It's not that much fun, though, so I still have to push myself to really work.

I missed Men's Academy this morning. Again. I swear that my alarm clock fast-forwarded by about half an hour, though; I couldn't possibly have hit Snooze that many times. Oh well. I pulled a good night's sleep out of the deal (nine hours, though an interrupted nine hours), which may explain my enthusiasm.

[Wine character design]

Wine pre-production continues apace; Saalon is now working on a treatment, and I got some character designs from Max yesterday, and he's now moving forward with some of the other characters. I haven't heard from Merekat in awhile, so now I'm worried that she's not going to be available to work on the mechanical designs.

This has been a common problem: I contact somebody about doing artistic work for Wine, they agree to work, then I never hear from them again. And it's not like "talks break down;" they agree to do the work. Then they never answer any of my e-mails. Weird. Am I that offensive?

I should also note that I've updated my Random Poetry Generator (now defunct). You ever get the feeling that a lot of modern "free" verse is just way too simplistic? Heck, even a computer can do it.

Mon, 12 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 12, 2001

It's amazing to me, how one person's actions can influence others'. Both Brennen and I have committed to update our diaries more often, afer reading Saalon's daily, deep, fascinating entries over the past week. One man's actions. Cool.

What's going on in my life? Well, my schedule is beginning to become a routine. The schedule is something that's always intimidated me, because I've worried that either (1) it would become a straightjacket, maniacally forcing me to do stuff I don't want to do (silly, I know...it's my schedule, I can do whatever I want to with it), or (2) I'd never be able to keep up with it, and so it'd be yet another failed experiment. But, hey, what's wrong with failed experiments? Y'know, except for the oh-no-it's-loose-it'll-suck-your-brains-out kind of failed experiments.

But, wonder of wonders, after about seven weeks I'm taking care of most of the things on my schedule, most of the time. And that's good enough for me; I'll strive to improve that record, but the advantage of having a schedule is increased productively, not perfect adherence to some artificial rule.

So. Perhaps that will be an inspiration to somebody.

What else...I saw a preview for Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone this weekend, which only served to heighten my anticipation for the film. John Hurt gets to play the owner of the wand shop, a wonderful role for him. I also caught an Aragorn-focused commercial for The Lord of the Rings. Looks cool.

Now, the following comment will soon seem dated and silly, but I want to get this out of my system: I'm looking forward to Harry Potter more than I anticipate The Lord of the Rings. Don't get me wrong: I think LOTR will be cool, and I'll definitely be watching it on opening night. I don't even really think that Harry Potter will be better than LOTR.

I don't know why I feel this way. Perhaps because Harry Potter is a bit of an underdog when standing next to LOTR. Perhaps because the LOTR movie has been so massively hyped by the fan community that I'm rather tired of hearing about it at this point.

Perhaps, also, because LOTR will not fit my conception of the books. It can't, and Peter Jackson has said so, openly. The books are just too dense. The Harry Potter film, on the other hand, looks much closer to what I see in my mind's eye when I read. In fact, I'm reading The Prisoner of Azkaban now, and I'm beginning to see some of the actors as the characters in the book (Maggie Smith's McGonagall and Alan Rickman's Snape are particularly insidious).

So, where am I going with this? Precisely nowhere. Life's funny that way.

Sun, 11 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 11, 2001

It's amazing. I can confidently make a list of important tasks that I need to accomplish, and I can purpose to get them done. But when it comes time to actually complete them, I can find so many other things to do instead.

For example, last night I wrote a list of ten important things that I've been putting off: making a dentist appointment, getting a tune-up for my truck, and so on. Now that it's time for me to accomplish only two of those ten tasks, I find myself checking for e-mail and updating this diary instead of standing up, walking over to my desk, and just getting those things done.

Which I'm going to do now.

Sat, 10 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 10, 2001

Watched Shrek with my parents this evening (my second viewing). We all loved it, though how could you not?

The DVD has tons and tons and tons of extras. The Swamp Karaoke Party -- more singing by the entire cast -- was particularly amusing.

Thu, 08 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 8, 2001

I nearly wrote that today's work day was stifling and boring. It was, to begin with, but in the afternoon work got very interesting.

I will no longer be maintaining Intersect Software's online help. That job will be transferred to a colleague, while I begin to develop Intersect's online training products. This will begin with an online tour through the product, which I will write, and which may get posted on our website. It's an exciting opportunity for me to develop a flashy little guide.

After work, I went shopping. I had received several gift certificates for my birthday, and this was the perfect opportunity to spend them. So, here's what I got:

  • Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind manga, Perfect Collection, volume 2
  • Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind manga, Perfect Collection, volume 3
  • Tenchi Muyo! manga volume 10. Now I just need to find volume 7, the official manga adaptation of Tenchi Muyo! in Love.
  • Getting It Done, a book on "how to get things done when you're not in charge"
  • Socks and a new belt. It's frustrating, having to spend hard-gifted money on clothes.
  • A new leather-bound journal, for writing about my garden. I've found that I can't maintain my garden site. For some reason, a digital diary of daily diggings doesn't do it. So, I'm going to try keeping a physical journal, and we'll see what happens.
  • Shrek, on DVD. A great flick.
  • Soul Music, an animated version of the Terry Pratchett book. This was my first Pratchett novel, so I'm anxious to see how it worked out. I'm betting the animation was a big mistake, and it looks poor on the jacket cover, but at the very least I can pick it apart to see what doesn't work.
Wed, 07 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 7, 2001

Long day at the office. Had a DSP meeting, which took up pretty much all the rest of the night. Brennen was kind enough to help me install an Ethernet card in Methuselah and rebuild its kernel, so I could take it to work and try to get CrossPoint installed on it. The card still isn't recognized when I boot up, though.

And now, good night.

Tue, 06 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 6, 2001

Vote.

I managed to drag myself out of bed early enough to get to Men's Academy this morning, then voted (Republican), then went to work. Work was stressful, mainly because we had a bunch of potential customers bussed in. So we were all on our best behavior.

My mind crashed when I got home. I watched TV most of the night. Managed to catch most of the Buffy musical episode, which was fun.

I also finished up yesterday's sketch, making a cute anime girl's head, and posted it to my gallery.

And that's about all I can think of.

Mon, 05 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 5, 2001

This has been one of those days that's been remarkable mainly due to its lack of remarkable events.

In other words: I read some of John's gospel, and read a bit about Ignatius Loyla and Blaise Pascal. I practiced drawing, and managed to draw a good head of hair for the first time. I may add features to the head and post it later.

[Boogiepop Phantom cover]

I watched some anime, as well: the final episode of Boogiepop Phantom's first disc, plus all of the third Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040 DVD. Both were satisfying, though in completely different ways. Boogiepop is complicated horror, while Bubblegum Crisis is fantastically well-tuned action/adventure. I never thought a remake could be done so well (Chiaki J. Konaka's writing undoubtedly helps).

I'm also working on a nearly completed review of the Gunsmith Cats OVA. I should start working on a review of Boogiepop next, probably.

Sun, 04 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 4, 2001

Arrrg, I hate getting behind schedule on this diary.

After fixing a few bugs and adding several little features, I released Landscape 1.1.0 today. I feel good about myself. I'm doing something.

Sat, 03 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 3, 2001

It's been a pleasantly productive day.

Shortly after waking up, I helped Saalon put his new personal website together. Saalon.daemonsong.com is now alive and running cleanly. I hope Saalon will keep it going.

[IMAGE]

I then took care of several chores: website tape backups, checking my post office box, mailing away my DVD of Spring and Chaos for replacement, mowing the front lawn, and paying my bills.

After dinner and family game night, I read through the entire archives of the wonderfully intelligent One over Zero online comic.

And that's all I can think to report.

Fri, 02 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 2, 2001 — My Birthday

I had a very quiet birthday; just me and my parents home alone. They gave me a USD $50 gift certificate to Border's books, and Mom baked a chocolate cake. Pretty much the ideal birthday, by my standards.

The anime music video overflow tapes from Otakon 2001 arrived today, so I watched some of them. Predictably, there are a lot of mediocre videos, but also a couple of gems.

Thu, 01 Nov 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 1, 2001

Been sick the past few days. Cold, laryngitis. Not fun. I'm recovering now; my body's almost normal but my brain tires quickly.

On Monday I received an e-mail from Gary Lionelli, composer for Hanna-Barbera. He'd discovered my anime music video Deathdance, which uses the theme song that he wrote for The Real Adventures of Johnny Quest. He congratulated me on the video, saying it was "really great." It's weird, getting an e-mail from a composer. I doubt I'll be contacted about my other video, though, since it uses John Williams' Duel of the Fates. Still, you never know.

I went back to work today. My "probation period" is over, and my boss affirmed that I passed with flying colors. I was glad to be back into the thick of things, working hard (9.5 hours today) for the whole day. I'm going to try to be as productive as I can possibly be from now on, no matter how it might reflect on other people working there (I tend to work fast, and I've always been worried that working at my peak efficiency might intimidate other people).

I posted a review of Gasaraki volume 2 to Points of View today. This atypical anime mech series gets even more interesting as the war with Belgistan draws to a close in disc two.

[Boogiepop Phantom cover]

I've been watching the first disc of Boogiepop Phantom recently. It's a horror anime series that's notably primarily for its almost direct rip-off of serial experiments lain's style. Thankfully, Boogiepop heads off in its own direction. Not unlike a Ruth Rendell mystery, each episode of Boogiepop begins with incomprehensible images and dialogue which is explained and demystified through the course of the episode. A number of larger plot threads are still unexplained to me at this point, but each episode stands as an individual horror story. I wonder if the disparate story threads will begin to weave themselves together as the series progresses, or whether this will amount to a horror anthology. Either promises to be fascinating.

Saalon's editing together his short film leet, slowly but surely. It's looking really good, too, from what I've seen of the scenes he's assembled so far.

And that's all I can think to report.

Mon, 31 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 31, 2001 — New Year's Eve

...Yeeesh, I haven't updated this diary in a very long time. Shame on me.

I spent today at an informal New Year's Eve party, at a co-worker's house. I surprised myself by enjoying it more than I normally enjoy parties. Being painfully shy, parties are generally uncomfortable events for me. This party had just the right mixture of interesting (but, thankfully, sane) people and tasty food to both stimulate and relax me.

In fact, it was only supposed to last until six, and I was the first one to leave, at eight o'clock. Sounds like an unqualified success, though the party did start two hours late.

In other news, I've officially put Wine to Those in Anguish, my animated project, on a deep freeze. Instead, I want to make a more personal animated film, one tentatively titled "End of Summer." I've assembled a website, naturally, with a bit of preliminary material.

Tue, 25 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 25, 2001 — Christmas Day

I haven't seen a flake of snow yet this season, but despite having a Grey Christmas, I'm having a wonderful time.

It's been a quiet Christmas, which is a welcome relief after the rush of the last few days. My Grandmother came over to our house this morning, and the four of us (Grandmother, my parents, and I) opened presents until noon. We had a leisurely dinner of beef stroganoff (sp?), green beans, breadsticks, and champagne, then chatted for the rest of the day. After Grandmother left in the afternoon, my parents and I played three leisurely games of Rummikub, and in the best spirit of the season, we each one a game.

Here's a quick catalog of my gifts:

Tomorrow, I plan to spend some time alone with a pencil and a pad of paper, dreaming up ideas for my next animated project.

Fun new anime song to download: "10 Years After" from Gundam: 08th MS Team.

Mon, 24 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 24, 2001 — Christmas Eve

It amazes me to report it, but everything went smoothly. I'm trying to fight having a negative attitude about my luck (I find the "With my luck something will go wrong" attitude distasteful), but innumerable events could have conspired against me (see that negative attitude?).

Instead, the wedding came off without a hitch. The service only lasted for about half an hour, and then the reception was in the lobby of the church.

When Karl as ten years old, he came back from a wedding and complained to his parents that weddings never have any real food. They always serve delicate hors d'oeuvres and shrimp and things. He announced that, when he got married, they'd have real food. He wanted Oreos at his wedding.

Sure enough, Subway catered his reception. They had sixty feet of sandwiches, plus chips, sodas, and chocolate milk. Not to mention several plates of Oreo cookies.

After chatting with Karl's family, we drove home. Traffic was surprisingly light for Christmas Eve, and we made it home as quickly as we'd hoped. I then wrapped a few last-minute gifts for my Mom and put them under the tree, and we headed to bed.

The Tidal Basin lies quiet;
  The tourists have found their way home.
Mr. Jefferson's standing the midnight watch
  And there's a star on the Capitol Dome.

It's Christmas Eve in Washington,
  America's hometown.
It's here that freedom lives,
  And peace can stand her ground.

It's Christmas Eve in Washington;
  Our joyous wish to you
Is for peace, love, and laughter,
  To last the whole year through.
Sun, 23 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 23, 2001

We're on the road today! Karl Gross, one of my best friends during my high school years, is getting married tomorrow in Norfolk. My parents and I are drove down to Norfolk this afternoon, and we're staying in a small Ramada near the ocean. The breeze carries a taste of the sea....

I am slightly annoyed that Karl decided to get married on Christmas Eve. Sure, it makes for a very special time, but it's a major inconvenience for everyone involved. Saalon is facing a similar situation, but one in which he potentially has to choose between being a groomsman at a friend's wedding, or seeing his family for Christmas.

Christmas time is a hectic time, even when everything goes smoothly. Why make the holidays any more stressful than necessary? Get married in January -- or, even better, on Valentine's Day.

Sat, 22 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 22, 2001

Well. Today was unexpectedly busy for me.

Either my Mom forgot to tell me, or I forgot, that my sister, her husband, and their three daughters were coming over here for the day today. So, I ran to my book club (where, after discussing Christians' need to stand up and do the right thing for Christ no matter how people act, nobody was willing to ask the clerk to turn down the music), then finished up my Christmas shopping.

And I have several potential events that I'd love to talk about, but can't, because describing them would reveal facts about the gifts I bought. I'll have to stay mum on those for awhile.

I had a great time with the relatives -- my Grandmother showed up too, by the way -- and received some really nice presents from them (devotional books, Star Wars books, a DVD of Spies Like Us, and a big hunk of chocolate).

It was almost a shame to break away from them and fire up AIM to chat with Max Kim (Wine), but boy was it worth it. We had a great time talking, about writing and drawing and anime. He wants to work on my next animated project, whatever that turns out to be, and grasps my desire to create an animation that is a Great Work Of Art.

In other words, we synergized our processes to maximize intra-resource workflow.

Fri, 21 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 21, 2001

Updated the kitchen, and added links to the new comics I've found.

Other than that, I've been posting to alt.fiction.original lately. My motives are mostly selfish: Now that I'm writing a bit sometimes, I'd like a community where I can post my fiction and get some feedback. I may also be able to recruit some fans for my webdrama idea, if I do indeed write it.

Also note the new anime song download: an acoustic version of "Real" from Dual! Parallel Trouble Adventure. I love the series, and while only a few of its musical pieces are worth listening to more than once, I bought the soundtrack. Within it I stumbled upon this, which is absolutely, positively, poetry to my ears. Pure beauty.

Thu, 20 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 20, 2001

It's odd to go on walkabout, and find yourself.

Several weeks ago, I slowly realized something about myself.

Whenever I arrive home, I immediately flick on my main computer's monitor (I keep it running 24/7, processing SETI@home data) and fire up my e-mail client. If I can, I'll answer e-mails before dinner. When I return to my room after dinner, I jump onto the web and read through the few message boards that I frequent. I then have the urge to hop onto IRC. I itch for online connections.

I realized this after I discovered the IRC chat room for RO-World.com (a Ragnarok Online fan website). Within days, I was chatting in that chatroom for several hours a day. I even resurrected my IRC bots Bartender^ and Stevens^ for their pleasure.

I soon discovered that several of the chatroom's ops were irresponsible, and I was forced to leave. This pained me; it was a repeat of the events.scifi.com fiasco. However, in thinking about it, I was shocked at how quickly I had grabbed on to this online community. I was eagerly spending the bulk of my free time chatting with these people.

I realized that, ever since I left events.scifi.com, I've been yearning for another real-time online community. I wanted to chat with people again, regularly. And while that's OK in general, I think I had never really let go of that part of my life. I left the place and the people of events, but I never let go of the mindset. I still had an events-shaped hole in my heart.

So, I've been slowly exorcising that mindset. I'd still love to find another solid IRC community, but I'm no longer ordering my free time around that mindset.

Anyvay.

I stumbled upon one other online comic strip: It's Walky. It's funny, well-drawn, and occasionally heart-wrenching, without being exploitative. Mmmmmm, just the way I like it. I spent most of the evening reading through the entire archives (which go back several years). Updated daily.

Wed, 19 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:38 p.m.</p>

OK, my readers deserve a better diary entry for today than what I've been providing thus far.

[A shattered chair]

The very breath of Zeus has been sweeping through my garden. The trees are swaying like they're in a hypnotic trance, dancing to a music I can only hear as the whistle of the wind.

And at right, you can see what happens when a dead tree branch falls on a plastic chair. This occurred about ten feet away from me, on the deck outside my bedroom. Imagine what that would've done to my skull if I had been sitting there?

I finished the final DVD of Hand Maid May tonight. It was a very satisfactory ending...more satisfactory than I expected from shoujo. Perhaps that's unfair, but there was this surprisingly tight SF story undergirding the whole plot. Impressive.

That said, the series is too uneven to recommend unconditionally. It's great, in spots, but it's also annoying and/or mediocre, in spots. If I gave out stars, I'd give it three out of five.

I was right.

I sense that I'm about to spend most of the day reading the archives of FANS!, yet another online comic strip. This one, though, is a parody of science fiction fandom (all of it, from Star Trek to anime to role-playing) that benefits from professional artwork, a fantastic sense of layout, and an incredibly solid story.

Really, the story rocks. I just finished reading a series where a fan punches out a mind-controlled Jeri Ryan to stop her from killing Harlan Ellison.

Tue, 18 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 18, 2001

Stayed home from work today, in the hopes of completing a few errands. I did manage to have my truck inspected, and I renewed its registration for two years. That's a load off my mind, one that's been hanging around for months.

I also watched Keeping the Faith, a wonderful little romantic comedy, with my parents. Good stuff.

I'm tired. That seems to be the primary thing on my mind right now. I'm organizing my room a bit. I just finished my practice sketches for tonight, which were in an American comic strip style. Been doing a lot of that lately.

And now, to bed.

Mon, 17 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:41 a.m.</p>

I've finished the changes to the diary scripts. Everything seems to be running just fine now, with the new timestamps.

I'm beginning to think that I need to update my diary scripts. This doesn't come from the scripts' age; code doesn't rust. These scripts have been well-tested.

But, they lack one major feature: they were written assuming a minimum granularity of one day. When I find myself posting several messages in one day, the entries tend to exhibit an awkward construction.

There are a few ways to handle this problem, so maybe I'll try to fix the scripts some time in the next few days.

Meanwhile, I hope to finish my Christmas shopping tonight. Hopefully, I can wrap everything tonight as well, so I can mail anything that needs to be mailed tomorrow morning after Men's Academy. Tomorrow morning will be our final Men's Academy meeting until January.

I also hope to work up the courage to ask a few of my current and former bosses to write letters of recommendation for me, so that I can apply to GMU's Graduate Degree program for this summer. I find it very difficult to ask my bosses to brag about me.

Sun, 16 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 16, 2001

I've had a very busy weekend.

On Saturday, I ran errands in the morning, returning home with bags of bird seed, backup tapes, and speaker wire. An hour later my nieces arrived, and my parents and I spent the afternoon entertaining them (they're one, three, and five years old, so we have an adventure doing so). We sat them down in front of My Neighbor Totoro, and it enraptured all three of them. Very satisfying. We hope to show them Kiki's Delivery Service next time.

Then, we went to a Christmas concert, which lasted until nine o'clock, and stopped by at a friend's house for coffee and dessert afterwards. We stayed up until one in the morning preparing for today.

Because today, we hosted a thirty-guest Christmas bruch. Mom prepared enough food to fill several bakeries, and we entertained our friends with fresh eggnog, warm donuts covered in powdered sugar, caramel apple bread pudding, lightly browned Belgian waffles, golden brown french toast, spiced sausages sizzling on the range, a tall lemon pound cake, and rich chocolate truffles. We have plenty of leftovers, I'm thrilled to report.

After the last guest wandered out to their car, I helped to clean up before heading out to AWANA. I had a great time there, as always, then came home and practically collapsed in the living room. I gathered the energy to pay my bills -- for days, they've been frowning at me from their place on the desk -- and now find myself stifling yawns as I tap carefully at this keyboard.

But before I save this entry and pull back the sheets on the bed, I must record a few more events here.

First off, congratulations to Saalon on completing his edit of The Nutcracker for the Dance Studio of Braintree. I've seen the intro to the video, and I simply love to watch it. I look forward to re-watching it many times.

Much like this video, though for completely different reasons. That is a link to a real, professional music video, and despite the word "hardcore" in the URL, it's not porn.

Also, I must mention that I'm re-scheduling Wine. I'll have more to say later this week, probably. For now, I'll explain that I want to change my priorities, so that Wine will become a lower priority to an animated project that I feel is more important. I have nothing to say about the new, more important project, because I've decided very little about it.

And now, I'm going to go to bed.

Fri, 14 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 14, 2001

New anime MP3 on the sidebar: "Wings." A nice, upbeat song to lift one's spirits on a drizzly day.

Brennen's entry for yesterday illustrates the exact reason why I hit his site every day. It's fascinating stuff. And yes, Bren, I did scan the whole music listing.

I have two comments to make in response, though. First, Brennen says, in response to the Piro whining debate:

"I don't think it's realistic to expect Piro's actual performance to change. Megatokyo's probably going to continue to progress at its current rate, filler and all. That's the nature of such projects."

I disagree. There are plenty of other webcomics that are regularly posted on time: User Friendly, Ozy and Millie, Kevin and Kell, 1/0, Sinfest...even comics in the same style, like the Jar, Exploitation Now, and Okashina Okashi (which does get behind occasionally, but rarely for more than a day, and not nearly as often as MegaTokyo).

I contend that it is possible to regularly update a site, whether it's a weblog, or a comic, or whatever. Yeah, a lot of sites aren't updated regularly, but those that promise to be updated regularly, should be. Piro has repeatedly committed to a Monday-Wednesday-Friday schedule. He doesn't maintain that pace, but he also refuses to change his promise. Something's wrong there.

My second comment was sparked by an offhand comment of Brennen's, that he's a tech geek.

I've been thinking lately about geekdom, and I came to a conclusion: I don't like being considered a geek. No matter what positive spin the computing community has placed on the term, I don't really like the label.

So, I thought about my qualifications for geekdom. I garden. I'm quite religious. I write documentation for a living. I listen to classical music. I read "How to Think Like a CEO" books. Doesn't sound like geek activities, do they?

On the other hand, I check my e-mail at least three times a day. I spent almost all evening, every weekday evening, on the computer. Those times when I'm not on the computer, I'm either watching anime or out of the house. I code for fun.

I'm a geek. But I don't really want to be a geek. I don't want to "embrace my inner geek." Perhaps I am obssessed with technology, but I don't want to be.

So what does this mean? Perhaps I should push the chair away from my computer and towards the bookcase more often. Perhaps I should limit my computer usage to specific duties, at least for a little while. Perhaps I should stop typing this and get on with life.

I'm not going to be downloaded into a computer and spend my life flying through digital sunsets any time soon. I'd better get used to that fact.

...And that would have been the perfect ending to this entry, except that I need to mention that I finished reading Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban two days ago. I really enjoyed it. I was extremely impressed both at the plotting and the good old-fashioned juvenile adventure vibe of this volume. Thumbs up.

And here's some random anime linkage, to Eversummer Eve, an anime webcomic that's actually got a plot. As in, it's all plot. Pretty much a comic book, posted to the web. And very cleanly drawn.

Also check out Unlike Minerva for pretty furry art. And if you think that's pretty, look at the Disney-quality artwork on Faux Pas. The archives are worth perusing.

Thu, 13 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 13, 2001

New anime song download: the theme to "Big Shots" in Cowboy Bebop. Check out the sidebar; the song will only be available for about a day.

Here's the latest in my invention saga. Our admin person suggested that I e-mail our CEO about it. I did so yesterday; here's the relevant part of his reply:

"I will let you know within a day or so if there is additional documentation, study, or steps required on our part."

Hmmmm. Cool. I'll be tickled if he asks for a demo, or even a design document. It'll only help my standing in the company.

[Weird image]
It's like they service the Terminator.

To completely change the subject, I spent about an hour last night trying to run speaker wire from my room to the living room. Our plan is to hook up the living room speakers to my main computer (on a speaker switch), so that we can opt to broadcast my MP3 collection in the living room. More specifically, we can broadcast Christmas MP3s during our upcoming party.

This is turning into a fairly complicated task, for a couple of reasons:

  • We have to decide on the gauge of wire to use. I chose 18-gauge wire blindly, but after doing some research, it turns out that choosing gauge is a matter of signal loss, and we can live with some signal loss in this attempt.

  • We need a speaker switch in my room, so I can output my sound card's audio signal to either the speakers in my room, or the 75-foot speaker wire connected to the living room speakers.

  • We'll need to connect the 75-foot speaker wire to the tuner in the living room, but that tuner has RCA jacks. I'll have to buy jacks at Radio Shack and physically wire them to the speaker wire.

Last night, we managed to run the speaker wire from my room, through the basement; Dad's working on a plan to get the speaker wire actually into the living room. I'll try to buy the RCA jacks tonight. If all that works out, then the only thing remaining is to hook up the speaker switch in my room, and test it all out.

Wed, 12 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 12, 2001

Yesterday, Saalon posted a rant which dealt, in part, with Piro of MegaTokyo. Specifically, Saalon complained about Piro's behavior when presented with negative feedback about one MegaTokyo strip.

Yesterday, my reaction to Saalon's rant was agreement, though tempered with the feeling that Saalon was a bit harsh. While Piro definitely over-reacted, I felt that, despite frequent delays, he keeps up with MegaTokyo reasonably well.

Then I talked to Saalon one the phone last night, and I began to agree with him more strongly.

Then I loaded up MegaTokyo this morning, to find that Piro posted a filler strip for today. Again. His explanation:

[Garden at night]
"Yea, its definately not happening tonight. I'm sorry, but today was just so goofed up. Actually, i'm not going to appologize - i do the best i can, and when i can't do it, it's just literally not possible."

I'm now officially tired of this occurrence.

But instead of ranting, I want to analyze this. Why am I so annoyed? What ticked me off this morning?

  • It wasn't the fact that Piro is often late.
  • It wasn't the fact that Piro's wishy-washy about the direction of the strip.
  • It wasn't the fact that Piro's taken so long to actually move forward with plot in MegaTokyo.

I'm annoyed because Piro's been doing this for a year and a half. I can't treat Piro as an amateur. He's a pro, really.

And this is unprofessional behavior. It's one thing to be late; it's another to be late, chronically, for a year and a half. Piro's had plenty of time to settle on a direction for MegaTokyo, and he still has made little progress (the move to a chapter-based format was a definite, conscious improvement, for which I applaud him, but it hasn't helped much).

That's why I'm annoyed. As Saalon put it, "I'm not going to play the idiot game where I say 'I'm not reading it anymore!' since reading it doesn't cost me anything...But I'm finding less and less enthusiasm about reading it, and more and more reasons to forget to check the site. I hope Piro turns it around."

Meeeanwhile...Men's Academy yesterday went well. I skipped out before group discussion began; I wanted some time alone to digest the message about maturity. Good stuff.

I watched a bit of anime last night. I re-watched the second Hand Maid May DVD, and was re-impressed at the deep emotions presented there. This disc hurts at times. And that's good; I want an emotional experience.

I also (finally!) watched the second DVD of El Hazard: The Alternative World (this is part of the third and final El Hazard OVA series). Now that I've seen the first two OVA's, I could appreciate this series more, and I really enjoyed myself. The Alternative World manages to revive the old sense-of-wonder adventure style of the original series, though it doesn't have quite the same magic (it can't, really; the first series was all about new discovery). Still, it's fun stuff.

I've decided to add another feature to this diary, in addition to the poll: an anime song download. If you cast your eyes to the sidebar, you'll notice a box, containing a link to an MP3 file. It'll change whenever I feel like it; probably daily for now. These songs will not be archived, so you'll have to grab each one while you have the chance.

Tue, 11 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 11, 2001

Whenever you start work at a new company, you're presented with a stack of forms to sign, initial, check off, and even read. I know of nobody who reads through all of this paperwork fully when they're first employed.

I read every contract I sign, but I'll admit that I wasn't very thorough when I came to work at Intersect. So, I've decided to follow a piece of advice I came across awhile back: Every year or so, review your contracts. I grabbed a copy of our Employee Agreement, and re-read it.

And, interestingly, there's a glitch.

[Garden at night]

This agreement exists to spell out the company's rules on intellectual property. Intellectual property law can cause a lot of trouble, so both sides of a full page are devoted to making the entire subject clear. If I create something at Intersect, it belongs to Intersect. If I create something on my own that demonstrably competes with Intersect's products, it belongs to Intersect. If I leave, I can't actively recruit Intersect employees for the next year, and I can't work for an active competitor for the next two years. Tough rules, but they're required to work here.

OK, no problems thus far. Then, I read the following paragraph:

I understand that the provisions of this Agreement requiring assignment of Inventions to the Company do not apply to any invention that (i) I develop entirely on my own time; and (ii) I develop without using Company equipment, supplies, facilities, or trade secret information. [snip] Any such invention will be owned entirely by me, even if developed by me during the time period in which I am employed by the Company. I will advise the Company promptly in writing of any inventions that I believe meet the criteria for exclusion set forth herein and are not otherwise disclosed. [snip]

In other words, if I develop an invention that is not obviously company property, I still have to notify the company that I made it.

Well, Landscape is definitely an invention of mine. It presents a radically unusual way of organizing and launching applications.

According to my employment agreement, I am required to "advise the Company" of my development of Landscape. I sent an e-mail to our main administrative person, explaining this situation, and am looking forward to her response. Perhaps I'll have to demo Landscape to the entire executive board.

Brent:"Now, uhhhh, you click here, and drag this, and see how you can move around? Oh, that isn't working quite right yet. And double-click this to launch it. That's it. I'm...still getting the kinks worked out."
Executive:"...We had to schedule a meeting to see this?"

Anyway, I've got a new poll. Here are the results of the last one:

Is Gurney lazy?
Yes, a lot of the time. (0%)
No, not at all. (20%)
Sometimes (60%)
Pretty often (20%)

And on an unrelated note, I discovered today that you can buy cel phone service from 7-11.

Let me repeat that.

You can buy cel phone service from 7-11.

Cel phone service.

From 7-11.

I must admit, when I think of reliable telecommunications service, the first things that pops into my head are Slurpees, candy bars, and hot dogs so greasy you can feel each bite sliming ectoplasm down your throat.

Mon, 10 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 10, 2001 [Garden at night]

There is a dangerous, prolific viewpoint in modern culture. Its message lies in the deceptively comforting words of acceptance: You are who you are. You experience these strong urges, but who can blame you? You're only human. If you give in, we understand. You are who you are.

Bull.

We can see that humans are among the most adaptable creatures in existence. We can live in the freezing wastes of the Arctic, in disease-sodden jungles, on burning desert sands and on treacherous rolling waters. Not only that, we can thrive.

But we're at the mercy of our genes? If we get a cheap thrill out of a busty centerfold with a plastic smile, we might as well give up and give in? If we're abrasive around others, well, that's just the way we are? If we eat Twinkies all day and gain 400 pounds, then that's OK dearie, we know how you feel? That's just how we're born, and there's nothing we can do about it?

Bull.

We can change. We can become the men and women that we admire. We can kill thought patterns and create new ones, with time, determination, and the grace of God. (Assistance from others helps, too.) We've been doing this for millenia. To suggest that we should simply accept our vices, that there's nothing we can do about it?

Bull.

Sun, 09 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 9, 2001
"The central weakness of the twenty-first century church lies in the fact that our God is too small. This is why we need to go back to Narnia and Tolkien, to have our vision of Christ enlarged." -- John W. Yates III
[Garden at night]

Well. I had a good, busy day; church, AWANA, a fantastic dinner of tortellini and blueberry crumble. My AWANA team crushed all comers.

And now, I have very little to talk about. I'm always very busy on Sundays, which means that I rarely have much to actually say.

I did finally finish Every Man's Battle, which was excellent. Here's my mini-review. I agree with pretty much everything in the book: God demands total sexual abstinence, both physically and mentally.

I also took a couple of photos of my garden at night, with the Christmas lights on. I'll be posting a new photo ever day on this diary, for the next few days.

Sat, 08 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 8, 2001
[Harry Potter and the Sorcerors Stone]

I'm just back from having seen Harry Potter and the Sorceror's Stone. I liked it a lot; I enjoyed myself tremendously. I have minor issues with it, but considering that this was an attempt to faithfully reproduce a fantastic book, it was remarkably successful to my eyes. Perhaps my greatest disapointment lies in John Williams' score, which is merely good. That's impressive, when you get right down to it.

Meanwhile...I had a good time at the Coffee and Classics book club this morning; we stayed on-topic, and discussed a pretty straightforward section of The Pilgrim's Progress, in which Christian and Faithful encounter and repulse Talkative (he who readily gains head knowledge, but neither applies it to his life, nor stands by any of it if challenged). This particular passage was easy to interpret, which made for a pleasant change from the rest of the book.

I then took care of some standard errands, before wasting several hours in front of the boob tube. Ah well.

While I was out, I applied some advice I'd read somewhere: Every so often, buy a magazine that you'd never otherwise have bought, and read it. Broadens the horizons. So, I bought the latest issue of People magazine. It's fascianting.

People magazine, fascinating? Not its content; it's the perspective behind the magazine that amazes me. Within these pages, celebrities are everything. Stars dicatate how to dress, how to treat your friends, how to have a successful marriage (the comedic possibilities there are endless), and practically every other aspect of life.

Now, celebrities can be as wise as any of us, but what makes their advice so valuable? Why do people spend three bucks a week to receive the wisdom of a bunch of actors, singers, comedians, and others whose only common trait is wide visibility? And there's 160 pages of this stuff.

I also saw The Matrix the other night, and boy was that an interesting let-down. I enjoyed it, and it did some very impressive things, but.... Folks, this has all been done before, and done better. The Matrix was a decent attempt at live-action anime crossed with Hong Kong action film sequences. It handled them well, but it certainly wouldn't be counted among the best works of either of those genres.

People are strange.

Oh, and I received an ICQ message from Robot B9 today, informing me that NieA Under 7 volume 3 is now shipping from Amazon.com. The internet is a cool place, if that sort of communication happens.

Fri, 07 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 7, 2001 — Pearl Harbor Day (USA)

Well, it seems that the WebMages sysadmin has upgraded the ssh server from SSH1 to SSH2. This would be good, except that all of my ssh clients up to this point know only SSH1, so suddenly none of my ssh clients worked.

Fortunately, Saalon (based on yet another blindingly helpful suggestion from Brennen pointed me at PuTTY, a simple yet effective ssh client. I'm using it now; it seems acceptable. Unfortunately, this means that I can't use BeOS for any ssh duties.

Meanwhile, I've been mulling a few ideas I've had for a webdrama. I may not write it, but its setting and potential appeal to me. Here's what I've been thinking:

I'd like to write a webdrama that centers around a small community, and a momentous event that occurs in that community. This event could be a manmade tragedy (Columbine, September 11, discovery of corruption, etc.) or a natural disaster (flood, fire, hurricane, the Invasion of the Body Snatchers, etc.).

[Flood damage in Barcelona, Spain]
Flood damage in Barcelona, Spain

The twist is that this story would be told from several viewpoints. The "central" story would be told through the pages of an historical account, an objective book written many years afterwards, chronicling the events of the time. In addition to this, however, will be diary entries, news clippings, and other material written at the time of the events. We can compare the personal stories with the actual events; what do people omit? What do people talk about, that doesn't make it into the official record?

I'd like to have one primary diary, which would receive most of my writing attention, and I think I'd like the protagonist to be a woman who has re-entered the community after a long absence. She would do something momentous, during the tragedy, and one of the central questions would be, "Will she survive?"

Well, tonight is writing night. I'll start outlining and researching tonight, and we'll see what happens.

Thu, 06 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 6, 2001

Ugh. A rather terrible night's sleep, combined with very little in the way of work to do at work, makes Brent unhappy. Particularly when Brent's stomach stages a violent revolution.

I did manage to practice my violin briefly, and draw a practice sketch, before obssessively staying up late, my eyelids drooping, to finish ripping yet another CD to mp3.

[PowerBook]

I also chatted with Saalon (his beautiful new Apple PowerBook arrived today), hashing out some of the ideas we'd had regarding the future of webfiction.

And now, to bed.

...By the way, how do people who watch TV (beyond, say, one or two weekly shows) get anything done?

Wed, 05 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 5, 2001

On a whim, I took off work today. I have several vacation days left to take anyway.

[Every Man's Battle cover]

I really enjoyed myself, particularly with the seventy-degree weather. I replaced some of the Christmas lights in my garden, and ripped several CDs to mp3. I read several more chapters of Every Man's Battle -- great book, by the way -- then had a wonderful lunch with my Mom (in the gazebo!), followedy by an hours-long chat with her about all sorts of things, from thought patterns to Bobby Fisher.

Delving into another IRC community gives me warm fuzzies. I've missed this sense of cameraderie, for quite a long time.

In the evening, I took my parents out to dinner at a local pub. After returning home, I hopped onto #RO-World.com, where I unfortunately had a run-in with an op.

To make a long story short, I brought on a bot, which annoyed the op, and she responded by reflexively kicking the bot. I felt hurt, having not understood that she was annoyed. After stewing for a few minutes, though, I sent her a private message, explaining that I felt hurt, but that I apologized for annoying her. She was very gracious and conciliatory, and we patched things up.

Which is good, because I was afraid for awhile there that I was involved with another power-hungry op. This happened to me once before, on events -- an experience that was itself worthy of a novel -- and I had to leave the server permanently. I think I won't have to do that here, though.

I then took part in the weekly DSP meeting, where Saalon, Brennen, and I brainstormed about the future of online fiction. We came up with a fascinating perspective, that of webdramas as a collection of ordered data, presented to the audience in some sensible way.

Imagine a webdrama where you can access a database of textual (or other) snippets -- news reports, diary entries, regular third-person narrative stories, etc. Where a new snippet is posted every day. Where all of these snippets are interrelated. Mightn't you start to dig deeper?

This would be an excellent outlet for my recent writing urges, too. I could write little snippets, perhaps a page long, to be posted three times a week. That's certainly do-able, and would dovetail nicely with the amount of weekly writing I'd want to do to keep my writing muscles toned.

So, maybe, during my Friday night writing time, I'll outline a few characters and plot ideas. And, maybe, I'll start writing.

Tue, 04 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 4, 2001

Here's some free writing advice: "If only it were all so simple! If only there were evil people somewhere committing evil deeds, and it were necessary only to separate them from the rest of us and destroy them. But the line dividing good and evil cuts through the heart of every human being. And who is willing to destroy a piece of his own heart?" -- Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Men's Academy always tires me. I end up dragging through the day, capable only of performing mundane tasks. Work becomes difficult.

That's why I schedule anime for Tuesday nights. I can just kick back and watch some Robotech, or whatever. I think I'll watch some Evangelion tonight, come to think of it; I've got a bunch of Eva DVD's on loan from Saalon (thanks!).

That's all I have to report. Well, except for putting up lights in my garden, which went well except for the fact that they won't all stay lit. Don't know why.

Ugh. I can't even write. Time to end this entry.

Mon, 03 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 3, 2001

I keep a wary eye on the greasy fat man. He grunts something I can't hear as he grabs the metal bar sticking out of the vat of boiling tar. He prods the inside of the tar barrel like a primitive villager skewers a dead pig, over and over. Beads of sweat roll down his temples.

Suddenly he spins, the tar-covered metal bar still in his hand. I'm now glad for my wariness; I skitter out of the way as hundred-degree tar leaps into the air. A few tiny drops land on my shirt, but the rest splatter onto the concrete wall. I hunker down, out of instinct, my hands outstretched, as my snarling adversary turns to face me. Hot, black tar begins to run down the bar towards his hand...if only I can distract him long enough....

...And at that point, I woke up this morning. I summoned the energy to turn my head to one side and open an eye. The alarm clock read 6:30 a.m.

This was odd. For one thing, I rarely remember my dreams. For another, once I go to sleep, I usually sleep soundly until my alarm wakes me at 8:00.

Still, that was my situation this morning. I got out of bed soon after that, and was able to take care of a bunch of little chores that had been overstaying their welcome and nagging me for a while. I also managed to rip a CD to disk while I got ready for work.

I left the house early, and was able to stop in at a local Michael's, and bought some extra strands of Christmas lights for my garden. The garden should look beautiful once I'm done.

We had our first hard frost of the season this morning. Every year, for one instant as I see yards covered in a thin layer of pure white forst, my brain insists that it must have snowed the night before.

My thanks to Saalon, who responded to my desperate plea for ways to combat laziness. He suggested that I eliminate distractions, particularly audible ones, specifically using those big cushioned headphones. I found a pair that fit the bill, stuffed way into the back of the cabinet we use for camera equipment, and plan to try that out the next chance I get to write.

I've also set up a few alarms to remind me when it's time to move on to another pursuit. I'll see how useful they are in the coming week.

Sun, 02 Dec 01 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 2, 2001

I'm sitting alone in my darkened bedroom, which is faintly illumined in the antiseptic, artificial glow of two monitors. This is like hospital lighting, only dimmer.

I've spent the weekend productively. Saturday morning was spent at the Common Grounds coffee house, discussing Pilgrim's Progress with my book club and playing a spontaneous game of chess on the weathered chessboard that sat between us. It re-kindled my interest in the game, and as a result I spent most of Saturday afternoon rewriting a chess script in one of my mIRC bots, and playing chess with Esiah on #RO-World.com on irc.enterthegame.com. I was beaten in every game I played, which only steeled my resolve to improve my skills.

I didn't go to church this morning. Instead, I did a bit of reading (Doc Smith and my Mom's Europe diary), and gardened for a couple of hours. There's always some chore to do, not that I mind.

Then, AWANA, where afterwards I bought a copy of Every Man's Battle, a book about sexual temptation. It posits that, while men certainly can't avoid sexual imagery, it is possible to rise above it, controlling one's thought life. I certainly like the book so far.

Tomorrow: Work and Wine.

(Why can't I summon poetic wordsmithing like this more often?)

Thu, 31 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:14 p.m.</p>

Added a new drawing to my gallery, and darned if she doesn't look cute. It's so weird to me, to see a drawing that I made, that looks attractive. I feel like it must be some sort of fluke, like I can't possibly draw well. I wonder where that feeling comes from.

I've been downloading music from Digimon Tamers (season 3) at a furious rate lately, after discovering that most of it is very good. I'm surprised that a Kid's show like Digimon would have such high-quality music.

I've also been dowloading anime clips from the Anime Intro Archive. I've got a whole bunch of clips archived already. I get a real kick out of exploring the anime series that are airing in Japan right now.

I've written a total of two pages this week.

Oddly, I feel comfortable with this situation. I have an excuse: I'm still recovering from that mild cold I contracted on Saturday. Also, I've realized that I simply can't depend on my Muse to deliver several pages' worth of writing every single day for weeks on end. I hope to exercise that Muse until I can churn out writing much more dependably, of course, but for now, I'm content to believe that I've been experiencing a dry spell.

I do intend to write at least three pages before today is done, though.

Tue, 29 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:57 p.m.</p>
"Those of us who have lived through these challenging times have been changed by them. We've come to know truths that we will never question: evil is real, and it must be opposed. Beyond all differences of race or creed, we are one country, mourning together and facing danger together. Deep in the American character, there is honor, and it is stronger than cynicism."

-- U.S. President George W. Bush, State of the Union Address, today

Rather than even attempt to catch up on everything I've done since my last coherent diary entry, I'll summarize what I did today.

This morning, as my gastroenterologist requested, I had an upper GI test done. In this test, I was laid on a table and made to drink several foul-tasting liquids and semi-liquids, stop breathing at a moment's notice, and pay very close attention to every command shouted by the doctor ("Move a little to the right...a little more...DON'T BREATHE!") while the motorized table actually spun and twisted underneath me. It was an unpleasant experience, though I felt more disorientation than anything else. I've certainly undergone worse tests.

The purpose of this is to take numerous x-ray photographs of the upper intestines (esophagus, stomach, and duodenum). The gastroenterologist can then examine these photographs and figure out if I've got anything really weird growing in there. Hopefully, he'll be able to tell me what's going on insie me when I visit him in a month or so.

I came home to discover that Kamidake was no longer working. It turns out that my sysadmin had changed the server configuration, which caused confusion in my PHP scripts. So, I got to spend most of my morning putting out that fire.

I then wrote two more pages of Quiet.

I downloaded Moho 3.1 in the afternoon, partially to get away from writing for a little while, and I spent about an hour assembling two simple animations. I think I'm hooked. I had a great time animating, and I think that Moho is able to do some really powerful stuff. I wouldn't want to try to make Princess Mononoke with it, but I think I could make some very cool stuff with this.

I also bought some more anime yesterday: Robotech collection 3, Boogiepop Phantom disc 2, Trigun disc 4, Gasaraki disc 5, and the new TRON Collector's Edition DVD box set (which I watched most of last night).

Sun, 27 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 27, 2002

I am ill. Expect no diary entries for a little while. See you all later.

(I have a particularly strong diary entry floating around in my head, based on one of Saalon's recent diary entries, but I guess it'll have to wait until I can summon the energy to extract it.)

Fri, 25 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 25, 2002

I've abruptly hit a block in trying to work on Quiet, so I'm updating this diary in an attempt to distract my mind for awhile.

I re-watched the first episode of Boogiepop Phantom earlier today, then re-re-watched it with the directors' commentary switched on. I'm glad I did, because the commentary has intrigued me enough to make me want to watch more of the show.

Boogiepop Phantom suffers from the junction of two factors, based on my experience: a massive story and set of characters, combined with a a desire to tell that story in an unconventional way. As a result of these factors, too many characters show up in the first episode, and because they're not introduced using a straightforward infodump, they seem to be superfluous (to me, at least). Moreover, since most of these characters don't re-appear until later, I had no reason to think that they were anything other than superfluous until I'd seen a few more episodes.

This problem is compounded by the characters' designs. The show strives for a more realistic feeling to the show; nobody has neon-colored hair or impossible hair styles. This led to confusion on my part, though, because with a cast this large, and that wears school uniforms for most of the show, many characters look alike. I lost track of who was whom.

Once I was able to deal with those issues, though, I began to be increasingly impressed with Boogiepop Phantom. It's certainly one of the most ambitiuos anime shows I've ever seen. It's trying to weave a complex, character-driven story out of the backstory and relationships between a large cast. There are at least half a dozen central characters, and many minor ones; I found one page that briefly describes each character in Boogiepop, and it's 77 KB in size.

Moreover, it's a psychological horror series, which is extremely hard to pull off effectively. And it manages to succeed, provided that its audience is ready for an unusual experience.

Thu, 24 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 24, 2002

I'm happy. I've been trying to write four "snippets" a day for my upcoming webdrama Quiet, and I managed to write five today. I've now written eleven. Hopefully, I can keep this up.

I see that Saalon's updating his diary again. I always enjoy his writing.

If you would like to see Kiki's Delivery Service on DVD, please go here and click on the link below the image of Kiki on the left-hand side of the page.

I'm also heartened to see a lot of recent mainstream press articles about anime, particularly the upcoming theatrical releases of Metropolis and Escaflowne.

That is all.

Wed, 23 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 23, 2002

I've posted a little page that explains what I'm trying to do with my webdrama Quiet.

Now that I have some free time, I've decided that I'm going to try to write four Quiet snippets every weekday. At that rate, I'll have written all forty snippets two weeks from now.

This is an aggressive schedule, though. Each snippet is about a page long, and four pages a day is a lot to write. I fear that I may be setting myself up for failure. On the gripping hand, I haven't much else to do each day.

I should also mention that I'm gearing up to develop another small AtheOS application. Now that AtheOS has a decent code editor, I want to develop a simple multi-file project manager. It'll store and display a list of the C++ files in a project; double-clicking on a filename will launch the code editor on that file. My application should also be able to compile the project.

Mon, 21 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 21, 2002

Sorry that I didn't write a full entry for today. I've had a productive day; I just haven't gotten around to updating this journal yet.

Note that I've renamed this from a diary to a journal. The term "diary" implies an intimacy that isn't present in online journals. I can't write about my every emotion or frustration on here; many of my relatives and friends read these entries, and I've been frustrated with my relatives and friends on occasion. I won't risk hurting their feelings with a personal rant about them on this public space.

So, I'm calling this a journal from now on. It's a more accurate term.

Note that the anime music download keeps changing every day.

Sat, 19 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 19, 2002
[Snow falling on well]

Click for a larger picture

I am embarking on a strange and wonderful journey, starting today. Perhaps I will not reach my destination, but I'd like to try.

Up until today, I've only once experienced a moment when I perceived a direction for my life. I've always been trying various skills and hobbies; anything that gleamed to my wandering eye, really. However, on October 9, 2001, while I was watching Kiki's Delivery Service for the second time, I experienced an epiphany, in which I realized that my fundamental constructive skill is in creating worlds. Some people maintain; some construct great works of architecture; some interpret the world with canvas and brush. I present other worlds, through writing, sketching, or even programming.

However, I made a sort of mistake of ommission. Although that realization inspired me, I didn't really act upon it. I went on with my life. I don't know why; maybe I assumed that the power of recognition was enough to animate my life into doing those things I do. I may have written more, and been somewhat more focused, but I still saw myself as a questing young man.

Tonight, I had another epiphany, but this time, I saw myself. I realized that I haven't started thinking of myself as a creator of worlds, as a writer and producer and all those things.

I have begun the process of shifting my thought patterns. I am now a writer (and artist, and anime producer, and programmer; but for now, I'm going to focus on my writer side). I'm trying to find ways of reminding myself of this belief, including sticking notes on the side of my monitors.

I must point out that I most certainly do not intend to limit myself to writing and sketching and making anime and such things. I can do all of that, in my spare time. But deep down, who I am, is a creator of worlds. And for now, the primary way I do that is through my writing.

It's time to begin.

Fri, 18 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 18, 2002

Well. I feel like I have a lot to write about, but I can think of very little that actually happened this past week.

There was only one major complication in my trip. Monday night, my Dad called the B&B I was staying in, to tell me that the admin assistant at Intersect called home, saying that Tuesday was the deadline for me to turn in my "I accept that I got fired and I won't sue the company" paper. So, I had to drive home, find the paperwork, sign it, drive it Intersect, and and it in on Tuesday.

That wasn't the complication. The complication arose as I was driving back to Front Royal, when I decided to hop out of the truck and take a couple of pictures (this one and this one). When I trotted back to my truck, I discovered that I'd locked the keys in the truck. The engine was still running, and even better, my coat was locked inside.

[Statue of St. Francis of Asissi]

After a few moments of panic, I set out down the nearest driveway, and lucked out: the lady of the house was at home, she let me use her phone, and Mom was at home. She drove out to unlock the truck, and though I had to wait outside for quite awhile, in 45-degree weather with a light breeze, I survived. My Mom arrived, and in gratitude, I took her out to a late lunch in Middleburg.

Since arriving back home, I feel a renewed sense of purpose and dedication to the things I love. I want to write beautiful, inspiring prose. I want to make my garden more beautiful. I want to help people.

My trip was also a good opportunity to think about my current work-less situation. I've decided that, after figuring out my finances, and assuming that I have as much available money as I think I do, I'm going to take the next month to look for a really good job (technical writer or web-oriented, PHP/Perl/etc. programmer). In the meantime, I'll write every day, for a significant amount of that day. If I don't find a neat job by mid-February, I'll look for any kind of programming job for which I'm qualified.

This should give me time to crank out a lot of writing -- fiction and non-fiction -- if I can keep myself committed to writing every day. It's so easy to treat this time like it's a vacation.

Thu, 17 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 17, 2002 — Martin L. King Jr.'s Birthday

This is just a quick note to let everyone know that I'm back, and everything went smoothly, with a few minor exceptions. I'm relaxed, recharged, and re-centered. I'll write more later; right now, I have a neglected garden to attend to.

Wed, 16 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 16, 2002

I'm still here, in Front Royal. I haven't been kidnapped, or robbed at knife-point, or found frozen at the bottom of a remote wooded ravine yet.

I'm enjoying myself immensely, especially now that I've done everything I wanted to do. Now, I'll just keep a date with Jane Austen and Emma Woodhouse, and shall return to hearth and home some time tomorrow.

Mon, 14 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 14, 2002

Tanjit. Forgot to write a diary entry before I left. I'm currently sitting in a very funky internet cafe in Front Royal, Virginia. I'll be on vacation for three full days, and will be returning on Thursday.

I'm really enjoying myself. This gives me the opportunity to really relax, with no distractions. I have some writing paper, some drawing paper, and a stack of books -- I got through half of The Wind in the Willows last night.

I actually managed to write a bit this morning, on a short story that just came to me out of nowhere. I'm happy to see that I'm beginning to be able to write organically.

We'll also see if this picturesque little town inspires me to draw anything. I'd sure love to come back from this with a few worthy sketches.

Anyway. More later. Remind me to tell you about the air raid siren.

Fri, 11 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:24 p.m.</p>

All in all, I had a good day today. I went back to Intersect for a couple of hours, to review some procedures with my old boss. Afterwards, I bought some plastic pots and some peat moss at a local home improvement store, in preparation for spring. I then went to our Redemption game, which was nutty because we tried playing eight people against each other, all at once. We had to call it off after an hour, but we had fun, particularly in assembling massive attacks with ten or twelve cards in play at once.

I also worked on the path in my garden a bit.

You know, it's oddly therapeutic to spend a few hours actually digging dirt with a shovel. There are no complex moral questions. You're definitely doing something when you're digging. Dirt is unquestionably moving from this point in space to that point in space. You get this feeling of accomplishment, even if you realize that you've been digging in the wrong spot for the past two hours and have to re-do it all later.

Cool. The banner at the top of these pages should now change daily, if I've coded them correctly. So, you'll see the above banner image no matter when you visit this site today (GMT), but tomorrow you'll consistely get a different image.

Thu, 10 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 10, 2002
The Road goes ever on and on
  Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the Road has gone,
  And I must follow, if I can.
Pursuing it with eager feet,
  Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet,
  And whither then? I cannot say.

-- J.R.R. Tolkien

I had a thoroughly good time at lunch with my team from Intersect today. We chatted about all sorts of things, including the recent layoffs. It turns out that a full 22 (out of about 90) employees were laid off on Monday. Yowch. That's about a quarter of their work force.

I spent the rest of today working sporadically on Quiet (my webdrama) and messing around. I sat my parents down in the den and switched on The Castle of Cagliostro, which they watched all the way through and enjoyed. This was my fourth viewing of that wonderful adventure film. I also drew a little sketch that I posted to my gallery.

Tomorrow should be busy, as I make a few final preperatory calls for my trip next week and head back out to Intersect to show Mike how to take care of a few things. I'll also have Redemption in the evening.

And, I have nothing to rant about at the moment. I'm very tired tonight, which is undeniably contributing to my lack of energy (I was barely able to sketch anything tonight).

Wed, 09 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 9, 2002
Long my imprisoned Spirit lay
  Fast bound in sin and nature's night;
Thine eye diffused a quickening ray,
  I woke, the dungeon flamed with light;
My chains fell off, my heart was free;
  I rose, went forth and followed thee.
-- Charles Wesley (1707-1788), preacher and hymn writer

I wrote in my previous diary entry that I was thinking of running off, alone, for awhile. My plans have solidified: I've made reservations to spend four nights next week in the Appalachian Room at Chester House. It's near the Appalachian Trail, so I can go hiking there, and a number of local attractions are within a short drive.

I'll post more details here as the situation changes, of course.

Other than that, I finished implementing a bug report feature in Kamidake, finished Zelazny's Nine Princes in Amber, worked a bit on my webdrama idea, and did a bit of sketching. That's all I've done today, really.

Tue, 08 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 8, 2002

Well. I keep expecting to feel worse than I do about being laid off. I still feel slight twinges of unhappiness now and then, but to be honest, I feel fine.

In fact, here's what I told Brennen last night:

"I feel oddly free, and it's a feeling that the recently-fierd don't usually say that they have. I don't feel depressed or angry, nor do I feel like a burden's been lifted from me. I feel like this is a wonderful opportunity, and while I mourn the loss of a great job and some great co-workers, I'm looking forward to having some more free time, in the near term.

"In fact, I'm seriously considering a several-day vacation to the Shenandoah Valley. Just me, a Jane Austen novel, a laptop, and 196,000 acres of oak and maple.

"And when I think about getting a job, well, I've grown up in an economy that favors the job-seeker. For better or worse, I'm not worried about finding a new job. I can always find something."

That pretty much sums it up, I think.

There's a new poll, a new anime song download, and a pretty graphic at the top of the page. Those banner graphics will be rolled out across my website as time goes by.

The results of the last poll:

Some sports are boring to some people. Which of the following sports can you not bear to sit through a game of?
Baseball (60%)
Football (0%)
Basketball (20%)
Soccer (20%)
Mon, 07 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 7:42 p.m.</p>

Intersect Software cut one-sixth of its work force today, and I was among them. Yep, I got fired.

I grieved for the job, and I felt angry, and I joked about it. Right now, my mind is sort of unfocused. An important part of my life has just broken -- I can't get used to the idea that I won't be going in to the office tomorrow morning -- and my mind is now trying to make sense of the pieces. I don't feel bad; just...drifting.

So. Now you know, and now I have to figure out what to do about it.

Joel Spolsky has written an insightful, introspective artcile on productivity. It wanders pleasantly around the Country of Personal Productivity, visiting the City of Corporate Productivity and the Marshes of Mood Swings. As with most of Joel's articles, I don't so much want to parrot his points as chew on his perspective. His views on software development have a unique edge, which sharpens my own opinions.

Sun, 06 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:27 p.m.</p>

I keep my Sunday schedule pretty clear, so I'm able to keep up with it. This keeps my Sundays relatively stress-free, which is evidently somewhat unusual these days.

In any event, I baked some light-brown molasses spice cookies today, and read the first two-thirds of Zelazny's Nine Princes in Amber, which strikes me as having a fascinating literary premise, which is obviated a third of the way through the novel, and makes the rest of the book comparatively dull. Perhaps that's just me, though.

I watched Cats and Dogs, which was enjoyable and really presented well, but suffered from a predictable ending and major plot holes. Can't win 'em all, I suppose.

I also caught a few interesting, obscure TV shows this morning. Totally Spies is an action/adventure cartoon aimed at tween girls, but is surprising because it's drawn in a hybridized American / manga style. The art and backgrounds are constructed more like an American cartoon, while the facial expressions are definitely anime influenced -- shocked characers are drawn with brightly-colored lines behind them, I saw several large sweatdrops of embarrasment, and there was even one hand-held-behind-the-head-in-embarrassment gesture.

And if you get a chance to watch The Weekenders, I encourage you to try it out. It may have a fairly traditional American cartoon construction -- focusing on a clutch of roughly tween friends, with one painfully obvious moral in every episode -- but it features surprisingly witty dialogue and amazingly high animation quality. It looks smooth, something that few American TV cartoons are accused of being.

While channel-surfing, I also discovered -- to my delight -- that The Sci-Fi Channel is now showing two brilliant and short-lived series: Now and Again and the new Fantasy Island.

One feels a certain sense of contentment when sitting inside next to a window on a cold January night, as foul winter weather blows by mere inches from your smiling face. One has this self-satisfied glow, knowing that Jack Frost is spreading a layer of his own special white icing on the lawns and streets outside. And, more importantly, that one is not subject to those treacherous sidewalks and slippery roads.

...And then one remembers the imminent drive to work next morning. That is certain to be an adventure.

But maybe one will be unable to drive to work tomorrow, and can spend the whole next day sitting inside, next to a window, as foul winter weather blows by mere inches from your smiling face....

Fri, 04 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 4, 2002

From a book published in 1994

Oh, dear. Saalon wrote a flowing, cogent argument about my Thursday diary entry, but most of his argument is based on a misunderstanding of my entry. Specifically, he begins his argument as follows:

Brent points out that Corporate software is, beyond petty complaints, higher quality than "freeware" or "shareware."

Unfortunately, this is a misrepresentation. I never said that I think corporate software is better than share/freeware. I said that I think corporate software is no worse in quality than shareware or freeware. I.e., I think that, on the whole, corporate software has the same ratio of good and bad products as the "independent" software market.

Before I move on, I also want to point out much of Saalon's argument compares a few pieces of arguably low-quality corporate software -- Microsoft Windows, Microsoft Office, Adobe PhotoShop, and Real Networks software -- to a few pieces of arguably high-quality freeware -- Apache and vi. Granted, Saalon admitted that he didn't have particularly strong examples, but this discussion began when Saalon pointed out -- rightly -- that my specific recent experiences with Kamidake don't prove that Joel Spolsky is right. A few specific examples -- weak or strong -- do not prove an overall trend.

At least, that's my opinion.

Meanwhile, my credit card is nestled safely in the top drawer of my desk at home. Some might be surprised to discover that I only have one credit card; I've refrained from getting more because I dislike debt, and the USD $5,0000 credit limit on my current card is much more than I've ever spent in one month.

So, why is my credit card snoozing in one corner of a desk drawer? Because I have a rather high balance on it this month, and so I've decided to go into a severe purchasing freeze. For the remainder of January, I resolve that I won't use my credit card at all, and I'll only use my checking account to fulfill responsibilities like the rent, groceries, birthday gifts, etc.

Do I really need to curtail my spending habits so severely? Probably not, but I hope that this will be a good exercise in self-control. Maybe, by February, I'll also have a different perspective on what I "need" to buy.

New anime music, from Ranma 1/2.

Thu, 03 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 3, 2002
[Kamidake logo]

I spent some time today making Kamidake look prettier. I've integrated a fair amount of Eugenia's interface, which looks much better than the old one. So, that's good.

I've also worked a bit on End of Summer and my in-development webdrama "Quiet." So, those are both progressing.

I also became very upset at Saalon's diary entry for today. My feelings were purely a result of oversensitivity on my end -- Saalon is attacking what he sees as my opinion, not me -- but I still feel a need to respond.

Now first off, I should point out that my initial statement was that my experiences with the Kamidake upgrade "proves" Joel's theorem. I was wrong. It didn't prove Joel's theorem; it merely provides evidence supporting the theorem. However, Saalon discusses deeper issues, some of which I'll tackle now.

Saalon's argument is that Joel Spolsky's philosophy, "Never rewrite large amounts of working code, unless you absolutely have to," is a form of corporate laziness. The corporate solution is to "Put in the least amount of work, and collect the checks," Saalon's entry suggests.

Well, let's look at Spolsky to see if he advocates this attitude. In the (as Joel puts it, "highly irresponsible, sloppy") Joel Test, and his article on Getting This Done When You're Only a Grunt, he advocates implementing sensible processes -- like version-control software and a bug-tracking database -- even when the work is being done without them. In other words, it's worthwhile to set up daily builds of your software, even if you dont "need" them to get your work done. This advice would surely make a lazy programmer choke on his caffeinated mints.

Joel also writes somewhere of a library that was so screwy that his team went in and re-worked the entire thing line-by-line, rewriting some parts of it from scratch. Unfortunately, I can't find that post on his site.

So, Joel doesn't believe in eliminating any and all work wherever you can get away with it. So, what does he believe?

Simply this: Rewriting working code from scratch isn't easy. When code is rewritten, bugs are introduced into the new code. New code is not guaranteed to be any more stable than the old code. And the old code at least worked. In fact, the old code has (probably) run through the gauntlet of an entire userbase. Bugs have been found and fixed. New code has to be not only written, but also designed and tested. And the new code is supposed to at least work the same way that the old code worked (hopefully better, but it's OK if it works the same).

Does this mean you should never rewrite any code? Obviously not, and neither I nor Joel would suggest this. This is a theorem, not an ironclad rule. This applies to large amounts of working code. It's better to write a new product (or library, or whatever) than try to reinvent the old one.

The end of Saalon's post argues that software quality is important because a quality product is what we leave to the future. I agree totally. That is, I think, an important aspect of Joel's theorem: that rewriting large amounts of working code from scratch typically descreases the quality of the product. It introduces bugs, and the time taken to fix these bugs typically does not make up for any ease in maintainability gained by rewriting the code, if indeed it ends up being any more maintainable.

Heh. Now I'm sounding cynical.

Now, I want to address a mindset that came to my mind as I read Saalon's entry. I'm not saying that Saalon believes this; merely that his entry reminds me of this mindset.

Specifically, I want to discuss the mindset that corporations don't care about quality (to quote Saalon's entry: "I've heard these ideas before...'Only do work if it produces enough dollars to make the work worth it.' Oh, so having pride in the products we produce is trivial, then?"). Every software company that I've worked for has cared deeply about the quality of its software. Besides considering the official corporate line, which has always prized quality, I've found that programmers tend to be very touchy about their creations. Programmers feel pride in writing a particularly elegant function or useful library. This translates into a direct concern over the quality of the software.

And now that I think about it, corporate software (I'm thinking of the shrinkwrapped variety) tends to be relatively high in quality, once one thinks beyond petty complaints ("But it doesn't support Works 2.5 for Windows 3.1!"). When I think of low-quality software, I tend to think of certain shareware and freeware apps I use (which is fine; that's the nature of shareware and freeware software). While low-quality shrinkwrapped software certainly exists, I can't bring myself to believe that the corporate software world suffers from low quality any more than shareware or freeware authors.

And I don't know where I'm going with this now. I do know that my own opinions on software development have been in a frightful tangle for years. Heck, I probably hold several opinions that contradict each other.

In other news, I've set up a new poll about boring sports. Here are the results of the last poll:

If your employee contract required you to promptly notify the company of any inventions you made, and you made one, what would you do?
I wouldn't bother to notify the company. (44%)
I'd go ahead and develop it, then try to find a company person to notify. (33%)
I'd develop it, then try to present a full explanation of it to the company. (0%)
I'd talk to the company first, then develop the invention. (22%)

There's also new anime music to download: "One-Winged Angel" from Final Fantasy VII.

Wed, 02 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 2, 2002

Well, this has been an interesting day.

After publishing Eugenia Loli-Queru's new look-and-feel to Kamidake, I received so many bug reports -- most of them a result of Kamidake's server configuration and bugs resulting from my own bugfixes -- that tonight I took down the new interface and put up the old one. Any database changes since I posted the update are now lost. Fun.

So, now, I plan to slowly implement Eugenia's interface using the existing Kamidake code base. This is the wisest way to do it, of course, rather than trying to reinvent everything from scratch. It'll be less painful than keeping up with bug reports on code I'm unfamiliar with.

This goes to prove one of Joel Spolsky's major theorems, though: Never rewrite large amounts of working code, if you can help it. Kludgy code may be messy, but it works. Any time you'll save down the road by using cleaner code will probably be negated by the amount of time you'll spend rewriting code. And code rewrites are rarely straightforward; they will introduce bugs as well.

Obviously, this rule isn't ironclad, but it agrees with my experience. I'll change Kamidake slowly, not all at once.

Meanwhile, though I'd scheduled time for piano practicing and writing tonight, I watched a college football game with Dad. I enjoyed myself, though, and family time is important. I'll just have to reschedule the rest of the week to fit in a bit more writing time, and a chance to practice piano.

Tue, 01 Jan 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 1, 2002 — New Year's Day

I've spent most of today trying to keep up with the AtheOS community. Not only has the mailing list traffice surged to dozens of posts a day, mostly concerning a post I made a few days ago, but people have been responding to the new Kamidake interface that I posted today. Eugenia wrote it; I just put it up and tweaked it here and there.

Unfortunately, there are a bunch of bugs in the new interface -- many of them my fault. And, because I feel pride in the things I make, I've been squashing bugs in the new interface, on and off, all day. This is tiring.

I did take a break to watch some anime, though. I re-watched The Castle of Cagliostro, one of the greatest adventure films of all time, and caught several more episodes of Robotech.

Speaking of Robotech, I should record here that I am still impressed with that show, or at least Macross, which was its source material for these episodes. Every time I get bored with the series, it throws something unexpected and entertaining at me. After a lot of relatively boring plot development, Rick is seriously injured, and we spend an entire episode watching the delirious nightmare he experiences as he recovers. The nightmare itself is a strange amalagam of past experience and bizarre imagery, as he tries to work out his relationship with Minmei and Lisa Hayes. The entire episode is fascinating, and expertly assembled.

While I'm typing, I'll also plug the video section of Robotech.com, which contains several short outtakes from the show.

Thu, 28 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:12 p.m.</p>

Meanwhile, my good friend Brennen is the webmaster for Murmur's website, and tonight we agreed that, as payment for his services, every month or so I'll send him something interesting from Amazon. February's payment is volume 1 of Macross Plus, which I think he'll enjoy.

Oh, and if you get a chance, watch Office Space. It's one of the funniest movies I've seen in years. There's a lot of swearing, unfortunately.

I've always wanted to be a writer. I've dreamed of writing a great SF/F novel or a bunch of short stories. I've wanted to go to book signings and conventions.

Some of this is undoubtedly hubris; I wanted to be a writer so I could be a famous writer. But, hey, I've got a good idea of what the writing life would entail, and I'm willing to give it a shot.

Now that I don't have a 9-5 job, I have lots of free time. God hasn't put any good job offers in my lap, and while I plan to continue searching for another job, I have an opportunity to give writing a shot. Plus, though I honestly cope pretty well with the daily cubicle routine, I don't exactly love it, either.

So, I've decided that tomorrow, I'm going to put up or shut up. I'm going to be a writer tomorrow, as best I can. I'm going to start writing a short story, and I'm going to work on my AtheOS article. I'll try to work on Murmur, too. From 9 to 5.

Can I do it? I'll see how well I do tomorrow (and no, I won't necessarily call myself a failure if I only manage this partway).

Wed, 27 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 27, 2002

After a fantastic cobb salad at The Tavern in Great Falls, accompanied by an eye-opening pseudo-therapy session with my Mom, where she revealed a major gaping hole in my intellectual control, I proceed to make incremental progress on most of my projects.

Light. I write about revealing major gaping holes in one's psyche as though that was a tangent in life. I really need to figure out how to write about these sorts of things properly.

Tue, 26 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 8:43 p.m.</p>

Google corporate has posted an entertaining list of Ten Things Google Has Found To Be True.

I posted a review of Boogiepop Phantom volume 2 on Points of View this morning.

Mon, 25 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 25, 2002

So. What have I been up to lately? Precious little. I'm no closer to a job than I was on Friday.

To tell the truth, I was rather busy this past weekend. After caring for an empty house on Saturday (my parents were out), I spent much of Sunday on the road, going to and from my sister's house for my youngest niece's second birthday party, and going to and from AWANA.

And today, I wrote a little bit more of my Nausicaä analysis, and a little bit more of my AtheOS article, and a few more snippets of Quiet material. I practiced some calligraphy, too.

I spent about an hour scuttling around the Gorillaz website, that being the official website for the animated band of the same name. It's a flashy but content-rich website. Thumbs up.

This scuttling has aroused in me a desire to spruce up my own website a bit, though I've no idea how.

Fri, 22 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 22, 2002

My, but I do have a lot to write about.

Before I do, I'll get my status reports out of the way: I'm about ten snippets away from having enough to launch Quiet; I'm pleased with myself for being diligent enough to progress on that. I'm fleshing out the script for my animated project Murmur of a Summer's Day, which Brennen is maintaining diligently. I'm continuing work on my "Critical analysis of Nausicaä" article, which is now eight pages long and promises to be much longer once I complete it.

Now, it's time for me to spill my guts. I won't use bold from here on in this entry, as I think it would detract from the narrative.

[Cover of Glittering Images]

I stayed up until 1:30 a.m. last night reading a fascinating book called Glittering Images by Susan Howatch (read the first twenty pages). The plot centers around a man who has built up a false persona which he projects to the world, a glittering image which hides his real self. For a variety of reasons, he feels that his true self isn't worthy of being revealed to the world.

As this truth unfolded over the course of the book, I was amazed to realize that I have a glittering image, too.

Ever since I entered my teen years, I have been constructing not one but several personas, or masks. These were the masks of the wise businessman, the adventurous entrepeneur, the inventive writer. I don't mean that I simply tried to be a successful businessman; I tried to layer a "businessman" persona on top of myself.

Don't misunderstand me; I learned about business, I am certainly an entrepeneur, and I've certainly improved as a writer. I'm also not saying that I shouldn't have acted differently when pursuing different goals (it's very important to act differently when sitting in a documentation status meeting than when you're teaching a programming class). Neither was I creating full-blown multiple personalities. But I was always presenting personas, significant mutations of my real self. I couldn't let my true self out.

This manifested itself in several ways. For one, when I was alone, I began talking to myself, as though I were relating my current experiences to an interviewer ten years later. Soon, I was always doing this when I was alone. It wasn't until a few months ago that I was able to consciously live "in the moment," even if only for about half a minute. I wasn't letting my true self experience my life; it was always being relayed through one of my personas.

This was also one of the reasons for my past addiction to pornography. When I fantasized to pornography -- which is what pornography causes in a person's mind -- I was escaping from the real world in a way that was so complete that I didn't even have to think about my masks. This certainly wasn't the only reason for my addiction to pornography, but I think it was a major reason.

Last night, I asked myself why, if this were true, I didn't allow my true self to live in the moment. The answer came surprisingly quickly: Because I saw my true self as boring, uninteresting, and completely bland. It was the masks that were interesting people.

Why did I think that I was so uninteresting? That was even easier to answer: I've suffered tremendous rejection at the hands of all my friends, all my life, up until the present day. I continually thank God for the presence of Saalon and Brennen, who are the only ones -- along with a few other online friends -- that have never come close to rejecting me.

Once I realized this, I wanted to let out my true self, but I had to have an answer for the jailer that was keeping my true self locked up. Why should I be let out? Obviously, my true self could still draw on my memories; no matter which mask I had on, I could still write, code a C++ program, and tell the difference between Liriope and crab grass. But this wasn't enough for my jailer.

I had to look that jailer in the eye and firmly state, "Every human life is precious. Even mine."

And with that, my true self looked around my room for the first time in twelve years.

It was an odd sensation. I felt like a new creation; I had been safely cocooned, but now I was able to experience this wonderful thing called life. And it's not that I lost all my memories; I knew that this was my room, where I'd bought all of my cels, and how many times I've read my copy of Dune (three times). But...I was different. My personality was different. I didn't have a mask on; I was simply Brent.

It felt very, very good.

And now, Brent is going to begin to live his life.

Wed, 20 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 20, 2002
[Full Metal Panic! artwork]

Full Metal Panic! artwork

Full Metal Panic! is coming to America. Oh yeah.

All I know about Full Metal Panic! is what I've seen in clips that I downloaded from the Anime Intro Archive. As far as I can tell, Full Metal Panic! is a fairly derivative mech show that oozes style. It's like a full crew of mech fans -- guys who grew up on Gundam and Macross -- were lounging around one day and said, "Hey, why don't we make a kick-tail mech show?" Sure, it uses some cliches, but it looks like they're used because they're convenient, not because they're Essential Elements Of Any Mech Show. This is a show about giant robots blowing stuff up, and while there's certainly a plot -- the show is quite moody, in fact -- the crew realizes that the show exists to entertain above all else. So, they entertain, in the best mech show tradition.

By blowing stuff up. In very cool ways.

I don't like violence, but I can't help enjoying this. There's an air of breezy self-confidence about the show.

Tue, 19 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 19, 2002

Well, Saalon, it looks like you owe me a meal.

You see, we made a deal awhile back. We decided that whoever got published first, would take the other one out to dinner.

I just got a confirmation from Protoculture Addicts that they're going to publish my article on anime cel collecting. It should appear somewhere around issue #73 (late summer or autumn of this year). Pardon me for a moment...

WOOHOO!!

[Trigun disc 4 cover art]

In other news, I watched some anime today. The second Boogiepop Phantom disc is just as intriguing as the first, though I'm not much closer to figuring it all out. I understand that the next volume will contain some of the best episodes in the series, though, so that's appealing.

I also watched disc four of Trigun, which continues to be enjoyable and challenging. Vash is a tragic hero of almost Shakespearean stature and depth.

Mon, 18 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 18, 2002

Today was a day in which I was productive, without doing anything remarkable. I wrote a few more pages of Quiet material, I wrote a couple more pages of my analysis of Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind, I ran for forty-five minutes, I sketched a woman's head (I'm practicing Miyazaki's style of drawing eyes), and I watched an embarrassing amount of television.

I saw Kevin Mitnick on The Screen Savers. I'm not sure what to think about him. I suspect he's less of an innocent techie victim crucified by The Man than he's generally portrayed by the geek crowd.

Sun, 17 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, February 17, 2002

I've just discovered a useful little PayPal feature: Mass Payment. If you have a verified PayPal account, you can set up a list of payees and amounts, and pay them all at once. This could be used to pay for comic strips that one enjoys, or to regularly pay employees. Very handy.

[Nausicaä manga, volume 3]

In other news, I received and watched a bootleg VHS tape of Miyazaki's epic film Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind yesterday. It's a great film, though I'm so enamored by the manga that I was offput by the relative simplicity of the film. I'm so used to seeing these characters tackling complex situations. In any event, I think it's a great film.

Speaking of which, I started to write a critical analysis of the Nausicaä manga today. It's a very detailed analysis; after four pages of my writing, I've only covered the first eleven pages out of one thousand. I'll probably never finish it, but I want to try. I want to treat Nausicaä as a real work of literature. Because it is, and it deserves serious thought.

Meanwhile, Brennen manages to write a fantastic journal entry about how he can't write. His subtle grasp of the English language makes me physically ache to read some of his fiction. I desperately want him to write some fiction. Any fiction. I just want to read what he'd write.

Fri, 15 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 15, 2002

As an experiment, I wrote and posted a silly, six-panel non-fiction comic on Treetop. It's not even remotely interesting; it's just there as practice.

Thu, 14 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 14, 2002 — Valentine's Day

I seem to be getting into a bad habit of waiting until my bedtime before updating this journal. As a result, I tend to be exhausted and unable to write at any depth.

[Sarah character design]

Well, I really must mention that I got an e-mail two days ago from the maintainer of Planet of Darkness, a Dragonball Z fansite. He came across the website for Wine to Those in Anguish, and not only volunteered to help out, but praised Wine on his site.

I was floored. Somebody I didn't know not only liked Wine; he was recommending it to other people. And this, as a result of something that I created. Wow. It's an awe-inspiring, humbling experience.

Thank you, God.

Of course, I had to tell that person that Wine is in deep-freeze until I finish Murmur of a Summer's Day, which he accepted graciously. It's a shame that I couldn't say "Great! Hop on board! Here's where you can help...."

Wed, 13 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 13, 2002

Check out my review of Gasaraki volume 4, on Points of View now.

Tue, 12 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:35 p.m.</p>

It's late at night, so I can't write fluidly, but I wanted to record that I watched the final episodes of NieA Under 7 today, and I am thoroughly impressed. The ending was a total surprise to me. The crew behind NieA deserves a good round of applause.

I also finished the fourth Gasaraki DVD, of which I should probably write a POV review. Good stuff. I'm reminded of why I like Gasaraki: it's well-animated, and it actually explains its story, unlike some other mech shows I could name.

And I watched the Westminster Dog Show. I've fallen in love with the Australian Shepherd.

Boy, I need to go to bed.

So, I will. Good night.

I went to Men's Academy this morning, which went well. John talked about the responsibility a man has to his wife. Marriage is not a matter of domination or total submission for either partner; it's a matter of the man taking responsibility for the marriage.

I performed some mundane errands after Men's Academy, including a trip to Suncoast. I couldn't resist the siren song of consumerism; I bought the final disc of the NieA Under 7 series, the first Adventures of the Mini-Goddess disc, and the new Mad Max DVD. Cool stuff. I may watch them today.

Mon, 11 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 11, 2002

The job hunt continues. I have had very poor luck so far, but the game is early yet.

[Boogiepop Phantom cover art]

I watched episodes four and five of Boogiepop Phantom today. I'm becoming increasingly impressed with this show. Its major flaw is the realism applied to its character designs, as that makes it very difficult to keep track of the characters. If it didn't suffer from that drawback, it would be amazing; as it stands, I'm still engrossed and intrigued.

I only managed to write two pages' worth of Quiet material, but that's OK. The third page is particularly difficult. Once I work that out, I should be able to write the next few pages with relatively little difficulty.

I've been thinking a lot about comics, lately. Unfortunately, this is a bad time for me to rhapsodize about an intriguing medium, what with Men's Academy tomorrow morning. Perhaps tomorrow.

Fri, 08 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 8, 2002

Maintaining a schedule is hard.

It's hard in a lot of ways. It's hard to give up those things that you want to accomplish or learn but clearly don't have time for. It's hard to accept that some of those things that you want to accomplish or learn will require a significant amount of your time. It's hard to change your schedule when you realize that part of it is imbalanced, because that always affects some other part that's operating smoothly. It's hard to find ways to remind yourself of every little item on your schedule. It's hard to keep up with your schedule, doing all those things that you plan.

That last difficulty is the one that's causing me the most trouble at the moment. I just returned home from an excellent three-hour session of playing Redemption, I'm pleasantly tired, and now I realize that I haven't practiced sketching at all today. I try to sketch at least something every weekday.

I can't double up, because that option opens up a path that I refuse to take. At some point I'll have to double up several times, and then I'll have so much to do to get back on track that it will be too daunting.

I won't let it slip, either. Saalon is building slip-time into his schedule: he'll allow himself to skip one day of his schedule. I don't think that that will work for me, though. If I have a way out, I think I'll abuse it, though I certainly won't slavishly follow the schedule even if I'm on my deathbed or extremely busy.

So, I'm going to go draw something. It may not be great art, but it will be practice, and I need practice more than I need to create great art.

In other news, I released Juggler, my AtheOS IDE, yesterday. It's quiet stable and reasonably full-featured. I'm proud of it.

I also posted a review of Panda! Go Panda! -- a charming little movie for preschoolers -- to Points of View today.

Thu, 07 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:19 a.m.</p>

Wow. According to my Network Solutions license agreement:

You agree not to transmit through the dot com mail service any unlawful, harassing, libelous, abusive, threatening, harmful, vulgar, obscene or otherwise objectionable material of any kind or nature.

I can certainly agree that I should never send harassing or libelous e-mail. But have I ever sent a threatening e-mail? Or a harmful one? I can't be sure. This is a high standard of conduct, though I will attempt to follow it.

[Robotech / Macross Valkyrie]

I had a good day today, by the way. Watched an episode of Robotech, spread some mulch in my garden, plotted out the next set of Quiet snippets, sketched a few random block drawings of torsos (which would make very cool Valkyries, as seen at right), and practiced calligraphy.

Heh. I got a response from "Mariam Abacha." Unfortunately, she pulled my real name out of the reply-to header of my e-mail. I should have changed that before sending the e-mail. Anyway, here's what she sent:

Subject: thanks for your mail
Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2002 21:42:11 -0800 (PST)
From: madam abacha <family_abba2002@yahoo.com>

Dear Brent,

I just recieved your mail as regard to my business proposal sent to you dated 6-02-2002.

In the first place, I wish to ask if you did not understand what I mean in the proposal ?

If you really want to assist me , indicate your seriousness through your next mail and also forward to me your telephone number in which i will be reaching you from time to time .

Awaiting for your quick response. Thanks

Mrs Mariam Abacha.

Here's my reply. Should be interesting to see what happens next.

my phone doesnt work now because the fbi is tapping it & so i had to disconect it by cuting the wires but i want to help U how els can i conect with U??? i want to help!!!!
"The greatness of a mind is determined by the depth of its suffering."
-- Hayao Miyazaki, Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind

I'm not sure I absolutely believe that quote, but it deserves meditation.

Wed, 06 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 6, 2002

The second most interesting e-mail I received today was from an employee at TEKsystems, about a Unix/NT sysadmin job. I called the sender and expressed interest in the position. I should hear more about that today or tomorrow.

The most interesting e-mail I received tdoay was this:

Subject: urgent and confidential
From: madam abacha <family_abba2002@yahoo.com>
Date: Wednesday February 06, 2002 - 06:35 PM

Dear friend, I am Mrs. Mariam Abacha, the widow of Sani Abacha THE Late Nigerian Head of State. You were introduced to me through the Chamber of Commerce. I am presently in distress and under house arrest while my son Mohammed is undergoing trial in Lagos and Abuja. He is presently detained in prison custody. The government has frozen all the family account and auctioned all our properties. To save the family from total bankruptcy I have managed to ship through an undercover courier company, the sum of US20, 000,000.00.kept by my late husband. The money was disguised to beat the Nigerian Security and it is currently deposited in a security company. I want you to receive the money and pay into your Account for the family safely. I am offering you 30% for assisting me secure this money fast before it is located by the Nigerian Government Agents. Contact me immediately with my Email Address so that I can forward to you all necessary details. Endeavour to send you phone and fax numbers for easy Communications. Best regards. Mrs. Mariam Abacha


---------------------------------
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Send FREE Valentine eCards with Yahoo! Greetings!

Rather breathtaking, isn't it? This isn't your typical "make thousands of dollars" scam; this promises six million dollars. Its over-the-top story is rife with ridiculous inconsistencies. She's under house arrest but able to use a net connection? Her family is so close to bankruptcy she only managed to squirrel away twenty million dollars?

It turns out that Mariam Abacha really exists, and that she really is the widow of Nigeria's late head of state, Sani Abacha. The rest of it is a well-known scam, though.

For some reason, the one-line Yahoo! Valentine card seems to offset the whole thing poignantly to me.

I've replied with a fake name, saying oh no!!! what can i do to help???, just to see what happens next. I won't give the scammers any actual information about me (except my e-mail address, obviously, but they already have that).

Tue, 05 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:08 p.m.</p>

I performed an experiment tonight. I tried to draw a series of sketches, which I would assemble as an animation. Below is a transcript of my experience, and I've posted the finished animation.

8:41 p.m. -- Begin drawing the first sketch.
9:08 p.m. -- Finish the fifth sketch. I now have five drawings of a cup, in various positions, rotated about 170 degrees.
9:15 p.m. -- Attempt to scan the first drawing, which is still within the sketchbook. I have to put each page individually into the scanner (otherwise, the page behind will show through). Unfortunately, doing this means that the drawings are squashed over on one side of the scanner. Arg.
9:20 p.m. -- Number each page using standard cel numbering system. Cool; each page has "A1," "A2," etc. Looks very professional. I tear the pages out of the sketchbook.
9:23 p.m. -- Begin scanning first drawing.
9:37 p.m. -- Scan the final drawing. No real problems. It's really neat to look at the scans and see the sketch number in the upper-right corner of the window (though that's completely outside of the final scanning area, of course). Transfer images from scanning computer to image manipulation computer.
9:39 p.m. -- Fix slight cropping problem in fifth drawing.
9:40 p.m. -- Load images into Anime (a GIF animation program). Fiddle with the settings.
9:43 p.m. -- Save the animation as a GIF. Wow. That was quick.
9:44 p.m. -- Carefully create a thumbnail image for the animation.
9:50 p.m. -- Finish intricately hand-editing the thumbnail image (sheesh, I have better things to do). Upload animation and thumbnail to gallery website.
10:08 p.m. -- Post this entry to my online journal.

Exciting, wasn't it?

Haven't written much on this journal lately, though that's hardly surprising. I've been busy.

What have I been busy with? Oh, the mundane duties of modern life: chores, catching up with friends, errands to the bank and the grocery store. I suspect that there may be stories to tell buried somewhere in those common activities, but I have more important things to do than dig for them.

I'm working on Quiet, and in fact have written about half of the material that I've planned to write. Saalon graciously reviewed my work thus far, and his kind commentary has bolstered my confidence. I'm ready to continue. About twenty pages to go.

I still have not found a new job yet, though I haven't been concentrating on that lately. I do plan to look in on my comrades at PRC tomorrow, and let them know that I'd be interested in returning. Perhaps that will bear some fruit.

There's new anime music to download, and a new poll. Here are the results of the last poll:

How many times have you been laid off from a job?
Never (54%)
Once (27%)
2 to 3 times (18%)
4 to 6 times (0%)
7 or more times (0%)
Mon, 04 Feb 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 4, 2002

Catch all the Super Bowl ads you missed at iFilm.

Sun, 31 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 31, 2002 [Boogiepop Phantom cover artwork]

I just finished watching the last few episodes of Boogiepop Phantom. I'm extremely impressed. For me, the show reaches to the stratospheric heights that serial experiments lain attained, in a completely different way. I like lain more, for a variety of reasons, but Boogiepop did an incredible job.

Fri, 29 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 29, 2002

To quote Sam at the end of The Lord of the Rings, "Well, I'm back."

Intersect re-hired me yesterday. I'll be working as a long-term contractor at my current hourly rate (slightly less than what I was making before), which means that I'll have to pay for my own benefits. I'll only be working an average of four days per week; five days a week near deadlines, and three days a week the rest of the time.

This means I'll be making significantly less money than I was making before (USD $40K per year, compared to $60K before), but I'm content with that. I've wanted a four-day-per-week schedule for years, and I can live with less money if I can now have more time to devote to other things.

After all, isn't work supposed to give you what you want so you can pursue other things? If I can live with less money, and do more fun stuff as a result, why on Earth not?

Thu, 28 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:25 p.m.</p>
Dear Mr. Frazier,
Why are there English words in some of the Anime songs and why are they often so weird?
-- Lee

We long ago discovered that teaching the animation staff and writers only weird English would not only be much more interesting, but it would keep them from being able to easily leave us and go to work for a higher paying USA company. Thus, writers think that lyrics like "midnight submarine" and "pink vibration" and "Gorby, dump the ashtray!" are perfectly normal, everyday English. It's always a lot of fun to go through immigration and customs behind these people.


-- Scott Frazier, anime industry insider

Anime Update

Oh, wow. Lots of cool new anime news.

There's going to be a second season of the Batman-like series The Big O, and it's slated to air in America (probably Cartoon Network) before it airs in Japan. Anime is making its mark in America.

There's serious talk of a sequel to Robot Carnival. RC is the Fantasia of anime, in which various directors made short animated films about robots, which were combined into a single movie. I love Robot Carnival for its artistry and beautiful animation; I can't wait to see what would happen in a sequel.

Also, there's a new OVA coming out, that looks positively stunning. It's called Sentou Yousei Yukikaze, made by Gonzo and Bandai, and this page contains a video clip of the trailer. Wow. It looks like they've combined CGI with cel animation with an artistry that rivals Macross Plus (the whole thing looks very much like Macross Plus, actually).

There's also a very cute article from the Daily Yomiuri On-Line (it's in perfect English), which provides a wisecracking round-up of new anime series in Japan. The author is obviously an anime lover, though one who is unafraid to criticize it where appropriate. Here's one of my favorite paragraphs:

Full Moon o Sagashite is the adaptation of a popular manga about a 12-year-old girl who dreams of a singing career, and resorts to magic to turn herself into a 16-year-old for the big audition. (But why resort to magic? She could have just as well tried out for a place [on Japanese television]. Being underage seems to be no impediment there.)

I've been engaged in a rather odd activity lately: documenting the AtheOS API. I've been meaning to do this for awhile, but didn't have the necessary impetus until I spawned the massive AtheOS fork debate recently on AtheOS-developer.

What was the massive AtheOS fork debate? Actually, I can't tell you right now; I've got to get back to work. I'll post details later.

Wed, 27 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:10 p.m.</p>

I've posted a new drawing to Treetop. Nothing special.

This afternoon, I went in for an interview with Zero &: One, an IT consulting firm that's interested in hiring me as a tech writer. It went well; I think the place is pretty laid-back and safe. I'll see how the situation at Intersect pans out before going any further with that.

I then watched a tape of last night's Andy Richter Controls The Universe, which I adored. That was the funniest television I've seen in a long time.

And...I don't know why, but I'm tickled by this: I found an awesome NieA Under 7 wallpaper, which I'm now using on Tramp.

[Tramp Screenshot]
Screenshot of Tramp


Doesn't that just look terrific?

Tue, 26 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 26, 2002

I just finished watching Camelot on TCM. I liked it a lot, though it was a tad bit too 60's in some places. Still, it was very good.

I also learned that Saalon has just finished reading the complete Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind manga, and he was very impressed. It sounds like he had the same reaction that I had, which makes me feel vindicated. I know that I should hold my own opinions no matter what others think, but hearing Saalon voice exactly the same opinion warmed my heart.

I've also had a very strange day in other ways; I sparked a major controversy in the AtheOS community, and as a result people are making all sorts of (IMHO) rash statements. <sigh> I don't have the strength to relate the entire story, so you'll all have to wait for juicy details.

Mon, 25 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 25, 2002

I had an exhausting, but very enjoyable, weekend. I find I'm very tired whenever I entertain somebody, especially for a long weekend. These past few days have been no exception.

But I, at least, had a great time. Erin was a great companion. We explored quite a bit of D.C. on foot yesterday, wandering in and out of shops, squinting at tiny signs on the front of tiny embassies, and commenting on bad drivers.

In any event, Erin returned home safely, and now I'm back in my routine. I have one week to finish work on Quiet before I launch it, so I plan to spend some time on it every day. There's not too much left to do; mostly cleaning up and testing a bunch of my back-end scripts, which are pretty complicated.

Not much else of note has happened, though, and since I've developed a dislike for too many predictions of my future behavior, I'll stop this entry here.

Fri, 22 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:23 p.m.</p>

Well, Erin has arrived to spend the weekend, and everything's gone swimmingly. She's in town to take part in a conference in D.C., so we'll be getting up early tomorrow morning to drive there, then I'll spend the day at home before picking her up at 4:00 p.m., at which point we'll gallavant around D.C.

Work went well today, though it tired me. I did sneak in a few minutes of work on Quiet's code, which is now working much more smoothly. I'm increasingly confident that the website will respond nicely when I launch it on April 1.

Cool. I just finished the new Daemonsong Productions site redesign. I'm pleased.

Now, I'm going to drop into my bed.

Thu, 21 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:07 p.m.</p>

The last poll's only been up for two days, but I'm already changing it. Here are the results:

Do you think Arthur Andersen acted unethically in its dealings with Enron?
Yes. (40%)
No. (0%)
I don't know. (0%)
Why had I never even heard of Enron before all of this? (60%)

Awhile ago, I read an article on Joel On Software in which Joel admitted that he really isn't all that productive at the office, though honestly he'd like to be more productive (if only to assuage his feelings of guilt). He wrote that he really only gets a few hours' worth of actual work done per day, and when he worked at Microsoft, one of the most productive interns confided that he really only worked for five hours a day, minus lunch.

I've been thinking about this, and I'll be honest: I don't get eight hours' worth of work in every day. In fact, I'm lucky if I get in five hours' worth normally. And yet, I can honestly say that I'm about as productive as everyone else I work with, if not more so.

(Caveat: I've been much more productive than usual during this week of contracting at Intersect.)

No matter. I'd still like to be more productive. So, how can I improve this track record?

I'm experimenting. Yesterday, I tried working for 45 minutes, then resting for 15. That didn't work. I kept getting into a work "groove" that lasted for longer than 45 minutes, and 15 minutes of rest isn't enough to properly recharge my batteries.

So, today, I'm working for roughly an hour and a half at a stretch, then will take a break for half an hour. That will give me six hours of honest-to-goodness productive work per day, which I figure is a lot better than normal. We'll see how it goes.

Wed, 20 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:43 p.m.</p>

I was reading a recent interview with Joel Spolsky, and Joel pointed out something intriguing about the mindset behind his detractors.

For those who aren't familiar with Joel, he is arguably most famous for his mantra, "Never rewrite code from scratch." To be honest, this statement is more rigid than Joel's real beliefs, since he believes in code cleanup, refactoring lousy code, very small code rewrites, and complete rewrites of applications (but this latter only in extremely rare circumstances).

Here's one Slashdot response:

"BUT JEEZ, should you hold on to a payroll system written in FORTRAN69 (or LISP or ALGOL or FORTH...), just because it works, even if you have NO OTHER apps in FORTRAN and don't have one single FORTRAN programmer working for you????"

To be honest, when I first read this statement, I just kinda nodded to myself. Nothing seemed particularly strage. However, to illustrate that intriguing aspect of the detractor's mindset, let me cut off about half of that statement.

"BUT JEEZ, should you hold on to a payroll system written in FORTRAN69 (or LISP or ALGOL or FORTH...), just because it works?"

I'll edit it again, to emphasize my point:

"BUT JEEZ, should you hold on to a payroll system written in FORTRAN69 just because it works?"

Heck, yeah! The system works! Why mess with it just because it's written in a boring language?

Well, obviously, you might be afraid that something'll happen to the system. Well, what if something happens? You hire a consultant, and he or she fixes it. No need to rewrite.

Here's a crucially important aspect to the debate about rewriting code, one that I think many people miss: Rewriting code takes a lot of time and is error-prone.

Let's use that FORTRAN69 payroll system as an example. Let's say it's a medium-sized program, with 50,000 lines of code. Let's say that the system somehow becomes unusable because of something in the code, which affects 10% of the code. Which do you think will be more expensive?

  • Paying several expensive in-house programmers to re-write 50,000 lines of code in C++, or
  • Paying an expensive consultant to fix 5,000 lines of code

Somehow, I doubt that the consultant will be ten times as expensive as the in-house programmers, and since he'll be fixing and cleaning code instead of rewriting it, he won't have as much to do.

But that's not the whole picture. Any time any human writes software, that human will probably introduce bugs. How many bugs do you think will be in the new 50,000-line C++ program compared to the consultant's 5,000-line fix?

Now, certainly, there are times when an application needs major work. But don't throw out 95% of your code just because 5% of it is bad.

OK, I get a kick out of stumbling across a website that reminds me very much of my own personal website. It's fun to see someone else who think like I do, at least on some level.

Today, it's Hissyfit.com, the product of Wing Chun. After skimming the rants about TV shows, I discovered my favorite section: The Bad Teen Novel. It's a novel that Wing wrote when she was 13, and you can imagine its quality. Ouch. It stinks, and she knows it stinks, but she posted it on her website anyway so that anyone can read it. It's great stuff. Even better, Wing has inserted her own commentary into the prose.

You can even buy a shirt inspired by it, with the Bad Teen Novel logo on the back.

Tue, 19 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 19, 2002

New poll. Here are the results of the last one:

Did you watch the Super Bowl game?
Yep, all of it. (41%)
Most of it. (0%)
Some of it. (8%)
Nope, not at all. (50%)

I've moved my Model Languages mini-website into its own little sub-section within the libray in my personal website.

And here's yet more proof of why Chris rocks:

I also recall speculation that crop circles might be navigational markers, so the visiting aliens know where to land. Uh-huh. They can find our planet amongst billions of stars in the inky reaches of space with their incredibly advanced spacecraft, but when they get here they need to use GIANT SYMBOLS MASHED INTO CORNFIELDS to find their way around. "Y'know, Bleeblebloop, I like going to Earth, but I can never find a parking space. Can we do something about that?"

-- Christopher Livingston, March 14, 2002

Writing Thoughts

The Writing Life

Ever since I was a younger teenager, I read novels by Asimov and Bradbury, and dreamed of being a writer. I wanted to write novels, to eagerly debate my works with my fans, and to devote a shelf in my bookcase to the books I write.

I've thought about my motivation for wanting to be a writer. I've realized that I wanted to be famous and respected in the SF field. I wanted to be a Forrest J. Ackerman or David Brin, to be invited to conventions and be asked for autographs. I had a romanticized ideal of the writer's life.

As I've grown and matured, I've tried my hand at being a writer. It's tough. Writers must have the discipline of a monk and the creativity of a painter. Writers must reveal themselves and their characters on the page, respectfully but entertainingly. Writers must endure a demoralizing training in which their stories flatly suck, in which they exorcize the flaws in their writing.

But these drawbacks no longer intimidate me. I'm willing to endure the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune.

Moreover, I don't need to be popular. Now that I've recognized that motivation, I can reject it. Popularity would be great, but I wouldn't be disappointed if I never became popular.

However, this morning, a simple question entered my head: If I don't need to be popular, why do I want to be published?

The publishing industry exists so as to get books (and magazines, newspapers, etc.) into as many hands as possible. People try to get their novels published so that those novels can be put read by the maximum number of readers.

So, if I don't care about popularity, why bother to be published? If I do want to be published -- and I do -- I need another motivator.

What are other motivators for publication, besides fame? Some people just want to get their book read by their friends. Some just want their book professionally bound and sold in stores.

Me? I've decided that I want to write for a living. That's my motivator: to make enough money off of writing books to be able to write books full-time.

Okay, that's an admirable goal, with a reasonable motivation. Now, I need a practical goal, and this is it: I want to publish six books. I want six different professionally-published books, with my name printed on the cover, sitting on one of my bookshelves.

That's a good, practical, long-term goal. I need a shorter-term goal: to publish one book. And that means that I have to write one.

It's time to think.

Mon, 18 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:24 p.m.</p>

Today, I documented a feature that doesn't even have a name yet.

Work tired me out. There's a tremendous amount of work to be done there, and I used up every ounce of my psychic strength dealing with it all today.

I'm not tired by the work itself. Much of the stress lies in the difficulty inherent in technical documentation. Technical writers are normally expected -- expected -- to write complete and clear end-user help about features as those features are being implemented. For some reason, some people seem to think that a documenter shouldn't even need a stable system; as long as s/he can access it (and s/he is assumed to have the technical competence of a developer to set up their machines properly), the documenter should be able to intuit a feature's eventual full level of functionality based on half-working software.

This wouldn't be too bad if our standards weren't so high. Our help is supposed to be clear and concise to a non-technical user, and it should completely describe the feature, including any caveats and potential problems. Yet the developers are consistently surprised when we ask for an explanation of their work. Then they'll rattle off a list of half a dozen potential pitfalls for users. How can we write good documentation if we don't have detailed information about the software's implementation?

Even this wouldn't be too bad if developers only behaved like this once or twice, but the behavior I describe is depressingly consistently. Some developers are better than others, of course, and some are becoming more aware of our needs. But the mindset, in the main, remains.

This problem is compounded by the fact that, for most technical writers, "writer" describes them much better than "technical" does. Most technical writers are not exactly hot-shot programmers; they're English Lit. majors. It's almost impossible for people who lack technical skills to document a feature that's still in alpha, that doesn't even really work yet. Sure, any geek could figure it out, but documentation teams don't have geeks in them.

Where am I going with this? I don't know. I'm frustrated by a certain thoughtless mindset on the part of some of my coworkers. This puts me in an extremely frustrating and stressful position, where I'm struggling to piece together work that's only half-explained.

And I haven't even the faintest idea of what I can do about it.

(Footnote: I should point out that every individual developer at Intersect has been courteous and helpful. My frustration is caused by a mindset, not one or two people.)

Well, here I am, back at Intersect. It feels strange. I'm glad to be here, but...it's not the same as before. I'm a contractor, which by necessity means that I'm a bit of a social pariah. Nobody will be working with me except to give me brief assistance or information, except my boss. So, while people are friendly, they're still not quite the same.

I will point out that MegaTokyo is moving in a satisfyingly dramatic direction again, and 1/0 is taking some interesting twists.

Fri, 15 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:40 p.m.</p>

It's amazing that, within the space of a few hours, part of your life can change so quickly.

I'm now juggling two potential jobs. I've actually accepted a temporary offer from my last employer, Intersect Software, to help straighten out their online help system before their big release in a couple of weeks. I've also been contacted by a recruiter for AOL, who needs a Perl programmer for a three-month contract position, starting in a few weeks. I completed an online Perl test through Qwiz, so now I'm waiting to hear about an interview.

The only problem with the Intersect position is that I'll be making significantly less than my old salary: basically $10K less per year. Of course, right now I'm making $0 per year, but that'll be a factor if they try to hire me back.

In a few weeks, I may be offered another full-time position at Intersect, and I may be offered the AOL contract. I have to keep my mind open about each possibility. This could turn into a tough choice.

I am looking forward to the AOL interview, though, because I plan to be proactive when I take part in it. I want to talk to people there, ask them what they think of the company. I can get a "word on the street" opinion about daily life at AOL, which is invaluable when it comes to deciding about going to work there.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
-- "Loveliest of Trees," A. E. Housman
Thu, 14 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 14, 2002
"Living rightly in all things means correctly perceiving, understanding, evaluating, and acting in regard to ourselves and others, our environment, and all of reality."
-- In the Spirit of Happiness, The Monks of New Skete

In the light of yesterday's diary entry about feeling invigorated after re-arranging my bedroom, I was intrigued to come across this little snippet, buried in Joel Spolsky's book reviews:

"What does this have to do with a book on depression? Well, it turns out that people literally become clinically depressed when they feel like they can't control their lives and their environment. And Seligman, a pioneer in the field [of depression], has found that one of the most effective known non-drug therapies for depression is encouraging people to take small steps to exert control over their environments."
-- Joel Spolsky
Wed, 13 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:45 p.m.</p>

Boy, my room seems so different. I've consolidated my computers so that all three (Pendragon, Lady, and Tramp) are operating off of the same monitor, keyboard, and mouse, thanks to a Belkin KVM switch.

My room seems much bigger, now that I've eliminated a 17" monitor that was hanging out on a wall bracket, plus all of the other stuff. I also removed a plant from the room and moved my computers into the corner where it used to grow, so I have more room to move around.

I feel...wonderful. New. More efficient. It's a wonderful feeling.

If you like anime at all, and you've seen the Lord of the Rings trailer, I recommend you download this video with all possible speed. It sets a variety of anime characters into the LOTR trailer, and does so very very well.

Tue, 12 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 12, 2002

Otherspace Productions is a full-fledged business, registered with my county as a real animation production facility. My bedroom is a licensed animation studio. This tickles me.

Unfortunately, this has an unintended consequence: personal property taxes. Upon reviewing the personal property form I received a few days ago, I've realized that I have to report everything that I've used in connection with the business as taxable. That includes:

  • The character design sheets I paid for. Okay, I expected that.
  • My (primary) computer, Pendragon, because I used that to co-ordinate the animation. Ouch.

Fortunately, those are the only tangible pieces of property I have that are connected to the business. But still...ouch.

Mon, 11 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:34 p.m.</p>

Well, though I worked a bit more on Quiet, I didn't erally do anything else today. I didn't have the energy; this illness seems to be draining my energy quite a bit more than I'd expected.

[Keeko, a cat]

Keeko, our cat, being cuddly

And now, I'm working on a drawing exercise: I'm trying to draw three human torsos, every night this week. Tonight's torsos are turning out terribly poorly. It's discouraging.

We all want to be the exception, I think. When we try something new, we want to be that one exceptional person who can do it all, who's figured it out. We try to fool ourselves into thinking that we're going to be...well, Tomoe Midou, though I don't expect you all to understand that reference (it's to Battle Athletes Victory, an anime TV show about organized sports).

But, inevitably, it's not that easy. We're a rank novice, and we have to learn all those things that all the other novices have learned. Oh, some things may come a little easier for us, but it's never the red carpet we think it'll be.

And that's fine. We shouldn't expect to be Tomoe Midou. There's no shame in being a novice. It's just not what we expect.

"Ah, what fools these mortals be."

Though I'd planned to write for most of this morning, my garden wanted attention, so I took care of a bunch of little chores out there. I did manage to write another scene of Murmur's screenplay, though.

Sun, 10 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 10, 2002

I've been struggling a lot lately. I've been struggling with myself.

When I was about thirteen, I was introduced to pornography. Unfortunately, my parents never discoverd this, and though I knew that I was being vaguely naughty by reading trashy romance novels for the naughty bits or skimming through a nudie magazine, I never renounced this practice. I rationalized my behavior; I knew that I would look down on this sort of behavior in others, but when I was doing it myself, I told myself that it was OK, since it was just a rare lapse.

The problem was that it wasn't really rare. My visits to the house of porn grew more frequent, and more frequent, until today, and now I've begun to really struggle with this problem. I visit porn sites several times a week.

I frown on this behavior, and believe that it is unbecoming to me. Based on my research, I do not need to continue this pattern; many men have -- with some effort -- become mentally as well as physically chaste.

However, I'm unable to stop. I am soon called back into that house of porn, and the call is so overwhelmingly strong that I find myself falling back into the same patterns of behavior, visiting the same sites and ogling the same pictures. I am overhwelmed by the power of my need to return. My mind squeals that I've rejected all this, that I don't really want to do this again, that this is degrading to women, that this is reinforcing negative thought patterns within me, but my body moves over to the keyboard anwyay, and my fingers type in the URLs anyway.

This may suggest that I lose control of my body; that's not quite true. If I'm interrupted during this time -- footsteps in the hallways, for example -- I immediately stop what I'm doing, and try to cover it up if need be. I'm still in control of my body to some degree.

I've become worried that I have a full-fledged addiction to pornography. This certainly sounds like compulsive behavior.

Tonight, I pretended that I was talking to a counsellor about this. I plan to go to a counsellor once I land a job, primarily to hear an objective viewpoint about my life, but I can't afford it while I'm jobless. In any event, I came to a couple of realizations tonight.

One, I've been doing this for over a decade. This is a strong, deep habit that I've been reinforcing for years and years. If I want to change this, it's going to take a long time, and it's going to be very difficult. I should expect very strong resistance from my habit.

Ergo, perhaps this overwhelming, almost automatic response is less a function of some pathological addiction than the simple -- but very strong -- patterns that I've been following and strengthening for years. Perhaps I should take comfort in the possibility that I'm facing something more common -- and more defeatable -- than a deep-rooted psychological compulsion.

Or, maybe not. I don't know. That's why I want to talk to a counsellor.

Fri, 08 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 8, 2002

Ugh. I'm getting sick, I think. I had a good day, but not a particularly productive one from the perspective of my various projects. This whole week has had rather low productivity, really.

Thu, 07 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 7, 2002

Liam has written an excellent rant about the state of the music industry. It's sad when an entire industry provokes commentary like this, especially when most people seem to agree with it. Wed, 06 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 6, 2002

It's funny, in a way. A year ago, I would have been flagellating myself over a day like today. Now, I'm rather pleased with myself.

I made little progress in any of my projects today. After being sidetracked by implementing a new window in Juggler this morning, I only wrote a page and a half of Quiet material, and was thenceforth creatively stalled. I also made a trip to my gastroenterologist and did some grocery shopping. Doesn't seem like much, does it?

On the other hand, I did read my Bible reading for the day, and drew a few more sketches (of weird airships), and practiced my calligraphy. In the middle of the day, I walked briskly through my neighborhood, inhaling deeply and revelling in the enervating, spring-like weather. I re-filled our bird feeder, and later watched two squirrels rush at a dove, which flew off with an offended ruffle of its wings.

All things considered, it's been a pretty good day.

Tue, 05 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:29 p.m.</p>

I've posted a review of Boogiepop Phantom DVD 3 to Points of View. This disc contains some of my favorite episodes in the series.

Joel Spolsky has posted another interesting article, entitled "Nothing is Simple." He makes a wonderfully common-sense argument for designing code before coding it, and manages to address two major arguments against it: a confused Extreme Programming perspective and some issues Linus Torvalds has brought up.

Quite simply, if you're going to write some code, when you design it first you will save lots of time. If you don't design it, you will waste a lot of time. There will be exceptions, but they'll be no more than rare exceptions. Design saves time.

I'm going to illustrate this with a journey into Genesis Animation Co., an animation company that makes animated TV shows. They've negotiated a special contract with a network, so that after several years of stellar work, they're able to develop their own TV show, which the network will broadcast per the network's approval.

The Genesis Animation staff -- Mike, June, Teddy, and Samir -- gather in the makeshift conference room and brainstorm ideas for a cool cartoon show. They come up with a neat concept, and scribble down lots of potential ideas for characters and episode stories.

Their next step is to draw character designs, which is Samir's job. A character design is a set of reference drawings for an individual character, showing that character from the front, side, back, above, below, etc., plus close-ups of the character's face showing a number of expressions. These designs are used by animators as references when they draw the characters for each scene.

The company has to do this. Without character designs, there would be no way for the animators to know what the characters look like, and in every scene, the characters would look different. Production would be absolute chaos without solid references for each character.

Then, June writes out scripts for every episode. Again, the company has to do this; how else will the animators know what they're animating, or what emotions to put into the characters?

Once the scripts are written, each episode is storyboarded by Mike and the rest of the crew. An animator can draw a character from any angle and at any distance. Without storyboards, the animators would be drawing characters from odd angles that don't communicate the story or the scene well.

No animation company would ever think of skipping any of these steps. Complete character designs are absolutely required, as are scripts and storyboards. Anyone in animation can tell you that good, solid design is critical to the production's success.

Software development isn't very far removed from animation. A good design will provide the framework within which you can code (or animate). Instead of striking out in a direction that seems sensible, you can put your direction on paper so you will know that it's the best way.

So, I encourage you to design before you start work. You will save time.

Mon, 04 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 4, 2002

So yesterday, there was this big ad in The Washington Post about a tech career fair being held today (Monday). I decided to go, partly because I don't like to do job fairs and I don't like to promote myself, making this a perfect opportunity to outgrow those childish attitudes. So I printed off a bunch of resumes this morning, drove to the hotel where the "tech fair" was taking place, filled out their little registration form, and walked upstairs.

A total of five companies were in attendance. After standing in line for fifteen minutes, reading an intriguing H.G. Wells story about speculative aircraft, I discovered that of those five companies, three required security clearances, and another was an hour-and-a-half drive away. The whole thing was a complete bust. I was rather annoyed.

On the other hand, I now have a much more polished resumé. At least something good came out of the experience.

Later in the day, I finished the first draft of my short story "Rain," and have sent it off to three friends for review. I want it to be reviewed because I'm very rusty at writing short fiction. It's been five years since the last time I completed a short story ("Outlook-on-Cove").

Then, after a few chores, it came time for me to do some drawing. I was inspired by that H.G. Wells story of earlier in the day, so I began sketching designs for the aircraft he described: ships that combine lighter-than-air and heavier-than-air elements. Special balloons provide lift, while propellors provide thrust. After fiddling around with several neat designs, I drew a scout craft flying over a gorge, which turned out so well that I posted it to my gallery.

Sun, 03 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:03 p.m.</p>

And now Saalon's reminded me of a story series I tried to write awhile back but never moved forward with. It was to be a continuing story about a group of...well, imagine Cowboy Bebop set in a fairly cheery post-apocalyptic world, where people are rebuilding a very quirky society out of the odd remnants of the old. A series with bounty hunters, weird adventures, a lot of humor, and all that sort of stuff.

I'm re-enamored by this idea. Maybe I'll try to make something out of it. I could probably pull a story together now.

Saalon pointed me to this site, which is evidently the future home of "Dreadnaught [sic] seaFury", a seaQuest fanfic show.

And, honestly, I'm intrigued to find out exactly what is driving the creators to make this show. Fanfic shows like seaQuest 2047 require a lot of effort, but don't give the writers the freedom to create their own world. So, the forces that drive people to create this sort of show tend to be unique and interesting.

So, I sent this e-mail to the creators. We'll see what happens.

To: dreadnaught_seafury@yahoo.com
Subject: Dreadnaught seaFury query
From: "Brent P. Newhall" <me@other-space.com>
Date: Sun, 03 Mar 2002 23:07:46 EST

Hello there! I was recently referred to your website about "Dreadnaught seaFury." I've been involved in several webseries, and while I can't promise to help you out directly with seaFury, I'm very intrigued. Can you tell me more about the series? I gather it's seaQuest fanfic; can you expand on how you plan to exploit that mode of storytelling? Also, is the misspelling of "dreadnought" intentional?

I look forward to your reply.

--
Brent P. Newhall, pioneer
Reviewer for Points of View: www.points-of-view.net
Personal website: www.other-space.com/

I released Juggler 1.1.0 today, which includes a few minor features and bug fixes.

Sat, 02 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 2, 2002

Sickness has kept me prisoner today. I did manage to go to the AWANA Olympics, shouting myself hoarse in support of our kids. They did great.

I also made a few updates to Juggler, which I should probably release as 1.1.0 here pretty soon. Maybe tomorrow.

Fri, 01 Mar 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 1, 2002

I performed some fairly major surgery on my personal website today. I took all of the pages devoted to my own writing and split them off into a new room called the Office. I'll keep track of all my writing-related projects there, and that will serve as the repository for all of my unpublished work, including the novels that I've posted there.

I always dislike the task of re-arranging my site, because invariably I have to go in and tweak every single affected page to make it display properly in the new heirarchy. No matter what scripts I've put in place to automate things, there are still always little bits that need to be adjusted.

BTW, my attempt to spend today writing, all day, is going pretty well so far.

Mon, 29 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:40 a.m.</p>

Schedules are cool. Not to brag, but because of my scheduling, tonight I've managed to:

  1. Pick up brush in my garden
  2. Fill the bird feeder
  3. Work on Quiet
  4. Finish an article I've been writing
  5. Read bits of The Commanding Heights and The Pilgrim's Progress
  6. Draw
  7. Practice the piano
  8. Practice calligraphy

Schedules are cool.

I am not going to start publishing Night Life (my comic) until I can reliably draw the same character from different angles. It would be folly to act otherwise. I had no idea I was in so much need of practice.

Neat article: "ALgorithms in Africa", about the complex problems of bringing computers into Africa. I could argue at length about certain bits of the article -- like his complaint that all Americans have a stereotype about Africa and that it's insulting that all Americans have this stereotype -- but overall, I found the article to be excellent and fascinating.

Oops! Forgot to update for several days there.

[Yamaha keyboard]

I bought a new Yamaha PSR-282 portable keyboard synthesizer Saturday. For a long time, I've wanted to try composing music. This keyboard seems to be a good way for me to try my hand at musical composition.

Saturday night, I re-watched Only Yesterday, a Studio Ghibli anime film about a vacationing woman reminiscing about her experiences in the fifth grade, with my Mom. She really enjoyed the film; the fifth-grade segments are set in 1966, which increases the nostalgia factor. I love the film; it has its flaws, but it's a lovely little movie.

The AWANA year is almost over. After a few weeks, I won't see any of these kids for several months.

Fri, 26 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 26, 2002

It's late, and I'm tired. I will be brief.

I spent much of Thursday working on Azaka, a website that will allow AtheOS users to record hardware they've tested on AtheOS, and whether it's compatible or not. It amazes me to ponder that I built that entire site in one day (the same day, too).

After several weeks of successful abstinence, I succumbed and binged on porn last night. Afterwards, I realized how far I had fallen, and had an incredibly refreshing experience in bringing my thoughts back to where I believe they should be.

I'm slowly cleaning up my garden.

I'm having a lot of fun working on Quiet. It's enjoyable, in ways I can't describe at the moment.

I'd love to write a little PalmOS application to keep track of Redemption cards and collections. It'd be a neat project, though I think I won't have the time.

It's Walky is swinging towards a more dramatic series of events, though it's a more light-hearted swing than some of its swings in the past. I'm enjoying it quite a lot.

'Till next time.

Tue, 23 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 23, 2002

I have got to find a better time to update this thing.

Briefly:

We had our driveway paved today. The new pavement looks fantastic. The house looks like it's worth 25% more than what it was worth yesterday. We can't drive on it yet, though, so we're hiking out to the street where we've parked our cars.

Halfway through cutting our front lawn, I accidentally brought the mower down on a stump and bent the blade. Dad and I drove to Home Depot looking for a replacement blade, but they don't sell any for our manufacturer. I felt disappointd. Dad's going to go to a local repair shop and get a new one tomorrow morning so he can finish mowing the front lawn before my aunt arrives in the afternoon. So I feel bad about causing that.

I put together a prototype of a new design for Daemonsong's website. Saalon really likes it, a fact that lightened my day considerably.

I watched an episode of Sherlock Hound, a Hayao Miyazaki-directed children's anime TV series that re-imagined Sherlock Holmes in a world of anthromorphic dogs. The character designs are lovely and the dub is passable, but the writing and pacing are both horrendous.

I then watched most of an episode of Captain Harlock, which despite having questionably weird writing and pacing, absolutely rocks my world. This is vintage space opera; weirdly-designed little fighters with those pulsing lights on the tips of the wings; big, sparkling space cruisers; storylines bigger than the cruisers, and characters that somehow manage to exude coolness.

I also worked a bit more on character designs for my space station comic strip.

Mon, 22 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 22, 2002

Schedules are wonderful things. They give me the time to do everything that I want to do. They politely inform me of the exact consequences -- major or trivial -- of goofing off. With my schedules, I can make optimal use of my time.

Today is a great example. I didn't really do much that I can brag about tonight, but thanks to my schedule, I did accomplish a lot of little jobs. I wrote a snippet for Quiet, I wrote the first page and a half of an article, I drew a few practice sketches, and I cleaned up my calligraphy equipment.

I'm working on an idea for a little comic strip, something I can draw once a week or so. The idea is for a group of researchers on a near-future space station, something like the ISS but larger, with artificial gravity and a few other modern conveniences. I figure that should give me plenty of opportunities for conflict.

Sun, 21 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 21, 2002

I hope you feel better, Erin!

I had a long, fruitful conversation with Saalon tonight, about my comic magazine idea.

I'm ammending my plan. I'd begin by courting existing artists, asking them to create original works, and I'll concentrate on publishing shorter works -- one- to three-issue stories, roughly. I'll also publish existing online comics, but only a few of them.

Here's why: I think that people will be more inclined to buy a magazine that contains episode 1 of 2, episode 2 of 3, etc. rather than a magazine containing episode 12 of 20, episode 5 of 9, episode 7 of 13, etc. People will also be more inclined to buy the past issues when there are only one or two to collect to fill out a particular story. And those issues will contain other stories, as well.

I'd concentrate on existing artists creating original works because people probably won't be all that interested in paying $13 to get 15 pages' worth of a comic that they've already read online. Some people will do it, sure, but I think that we'd get a very high rate of interest if an existing online comic artist published an original work and directed all of his/her fans to buy it. This would be something new, but made by a known good artist.

I think I'm going to start socking away money towards this soon. It's a shame that I'm making so little money right now.

New poll. Here are the results of the last one:

How many hours per day do you spend on your home computer, on average?
Less than 1 hour
      [0%] (0%)
1-2 hours
      [9%] (9%)
3-5 hours
      [36%] (36%)
At least 5 hours per day
      [54%] (54%)
Thu, 18 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 18, 2002

...The problem is, if I wrote my journal entries earlier in the day, I wouldn't have the full days' worth of activities to report on.

OTOH, I'm not reporting on any activities, so maybe I should write journal entries at a time of day when I can at least provide some intelligent commentary. Or even some humor, like the bathroom at work that smells like butter (I am not making this up).

I had a fun day today. Mom and I went to Lily Pons Garden, a local water garden and nursery. It wasn't much, unfortunately; none of the plants were blooming. We ended up lunching at a nearby Wendy's and then Mom was able to buy a bunch of plants at a Lowe's across the street. We then drove to Claude Moore Park, where we strolled through pinewood forests and inhaled the heavenly scent of dogwoods in bloom.

>Writing Thoughts

Thu10:22 p.m.

Thanks to my daily scheduled writing time of 8:00 p.m., I'm writing Quiet snippets at a pretty steady pace now. I'm writing one to two snippets per weekday, which is a satisfactory pace, though I'd prefer to be working a little faster. Still, even as I am, I'm a month and a half ahead.

Wed, 17 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 17, 2002 [Porco Rosso artwork]

Well, I just finished watching Porco Rosso, a fantastic Miyazaki film about a WW1 Italian Air Force Pilot who's become a bounty hunter. And he's turned into a pig.

I've also posted another drawing, "Adam," to my gallery. That's about all I can think of to report tonight.

Tue, 16 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 16, 2002
[Studio Ghibli logo]

Woohoo! My pirated Studio Ghibli DVD boxed set arrived today!

Mon, 15 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:03 p.m.</p>

Heh. I notice that my hit counter for this page is exactly one year old today. I've had an average of just under 11,000 hits here in the past year. That's an average of 30 hits a day. Pretty impressive, really (though I tend to hit this page quite a few times each day to test it [but no more than ten on average, I imagine]).

So I received this e-mail at my work address (foul language has been censored):

From: John Milteer [custer77@webtv.net]
Sent: Monday, April 15, 2002 4:38 PM
Subject: Hey f***head

Hey f***head So you got your laughs at my expense and you think it was funny? Yeah, so this Linda Devon was all just a joke made up by you to f*** with me? Now listen you translavainya road rat...the jokes on you! You want to f*** with me? OK, you f***ing fat b***ard mother f***er, I know a little bit about the internet too. Maybe perhaps I might even take it a step above you, and hurt you where it counts most. You aint seen the last of this you a**hole. Just wait!

The e-mail came from a WebTV address, and I don't know anybody who's on WebTV. I don't know a Linda Devon, and the e-mail doesn't seem to contain a virus. A Google search on the subject line yields no useful information about it being a known hoax or virus.

I can only assume that this is an attempt by a spammer to verify that my e-mail address goes to a real person. If I respond, to find out why this guy's screaming at me, I'll show up as a valid e-mail address so I can be spammed.

I have to admit, every time I re-read that message, I'm tempted to respond. I want to either flame the guy or just ask what the problem is.

Does anyone have a better theory?

Sun, 14 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 14, 2002
[Megatokyo Artwork]

Brennen made an excellent point (as expected) about my comic magazine idea: Perhaps it should begin life by focusing on serializing existing online comics. There's a pre-built audience there, and some of them would be willing to buy a nicely-printed copy of the archives. Corollary: it would be advantageous to print related comics, so that there's a good chance that a fan will get anthologies of several of their favorite comics in each issue.

Sat, 13 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 13, 2002

Whew. I feel exhausted.

I've had a productive day. Besides a lot of gardening, I drew a drawing that I'm quite proud of, I cleaned house, and...and...that's actually about it. Huh.

It felt like a lot.

Fri, 12 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 12, 2002

I've been thinking about comics.

The Japanese distribution method for comics is greatly different than the American method. In Japan, you (generally) can't buy the latest single issue of a popular title. Instead, they're published in a massive anthology magazine. These magazines are several hundred pages in size, and contain the current issue of a handful of series, all in one publication.

This addresses two drawbacks to the American distribution method, as I see it:

  1. In America, it's easy to release more issues in a successful title, because those issues aren't dependent on anything else. A series can drag on. In Japan, there's pressure on the creators to finish up the storyline, so that the publisher can put another series into that slot once the ratings wane.
  2. In America, because of the cost inherent in starting up a new series, there's significant pressure for the first few issues to sell well. Moreover, if a series is flagging, there'll probably be a tendency to "pull the plug." In Japan, if a series is going through a dry spell, it can be carried along with the more successful series in its magazine. There's less direct pressure to "succeed or die."

I realize that the above issues contradict each other somewhat, but they're addressing different circumstances.

I think that this distribution method would be beneficial to the American comic market. So, I researched a variety of printing options, and came up with the following scenario (please understand that any numbers used are first draft ideas):

I could publish a monthly trade paperback through a print-on-demand company. Each issue would be a little over a hundred pages long, containing episodes for seven different series. Each episode would be 14 full pages (back and front), plus a title page. This is actually more than a traditional American comic book, which is only 11 full pages.

Customers would buy each volume of the magazine directly from the print-on-demand company, which would ship the paperback directly to the consumer in about a week. Each volume would cost USD $13, plus shipping.

I would pay the authors royalties of $.15 per issue sold, paid every month. That's not too much, but it will add up quickly as we sell issues. A subscriber base of 1,000 readers would provide $150 to each author every month.

Using the above numbers, I could cover all of my expenses if I sold a mere 60 copies per month.

That's a pretty good arrangement, actually. I see two major potentail problems:

  1. $13 is rather steep, even though that's much less than you'd pay for seven issues of modern American comics.
  2. I'm not familiar with the comic book field, so I would not necessarily be adept at marketing to that audience. This means it would take awhile to get this off the ground.

If I don't sell a single copy, I'd have to pay $200 out of pocket each month. That's not bad at all, but I certainly can't afford it right now.

So, I'll think about this, and maybe begin to sock away some money each month so that I can try this out later on. It certainly has potential.

What do you think?

Thu, 11 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 11, 2002

I caught another episode of Andy Richter Controls the Universe tonight, which I enjoyed immensely, and Greg the Bunny, which I did not. Greg isn't bad -- I love its premise, behind the scenes at a pre-schooler's TV show -- but the writing was formulaic.

Tue, 09 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 9, 2002 [Robotech]

I've had another suspiciously good day.

I went to the final session of Men's Academy this morning. Work went smoothly, despite a few inevitable last-minute crises. I drew a new anime face and posted it to Treetop. I watched a couple of episodes of Robotech. I watched tonight's hilarious episode of Andy Richter Controls the Universe.

And that's about all that happened. Quiet continues steadily.

Mon, 08 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 8, 2002

Today has gone by with a smoothness that invites suspicion.

Thanks to my policy of taking extended breaks every couple of hours, I was highly productive at work today. When I got home, I divided a bunch of hostas, then after dinner, wrote a snippet for Quiet, re-arranged the story of Murmur a bit, drew some practice sketches with charcoal pencils for the first time, and practiced calligraphy. All throughout this time, I was pretty consistent in regularly reviewing Scripture, a habit I've been trying hard to establish.

Surely something's going to destabilize me here pretty soon.

Either way, tomorrow morning, I'll go to the final session of the Men's Academy at The Falls Church. I've enjoyed it and I've gleaned a lot of useful knowledge from it, but I am glad that I won't have to get up at 5:30 a.m. to go there any more.

Sun, 07 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:59 p.m.</p>

...Woah. Am I turning into a competent artist? What do you think of Light House 2.1?

Well, I've gone and done it. I bought a pirated collection of Hayao Miyazaki movies on DVD. It's an 11-disc set, containing most of the animated films Miyazaki has made (except for Panda! Go Panda!, The Castle of Cagliostro, and the recent Spirited Away, among others). I'd buy licensed versions, but I can't get a domestic release of Laputa or Porco Rosso, so I'm forced to buy pirated copies. I'll buy legitimate copies if they ever become available.

And this restriction annoys me. If I ever release anything on DVD, I think I'm going to release it on regionless discs, if at all possible. Why limit the number of fans who can buy your work?

Sat, 06 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:00 p.m.</p>

Just posted Light House to Treetop, but it looks worse scanned and colored than the original inked drawing looks. Arg.

This morning, I received my third Dual! cel:

[Dual! cel]

I also bought a Shayla-Shayla (El Hazard) cel in Boston, which I think I forgot to mention. Here's what it looks like. Cool, ne?

[Shayla-Shayla cel]

Fri, 05 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 5, 2002

I didn't upload any new drawings, but I made a number of structural changes to Treetop today. I want that site to look pretty, which I'm finding is a surprisingly difficult goal to accomplish....

My vacation with Saalon went smoothly, BTW. I have no particularly interesting stories to report. We walked around the surrounding cities for a bit, and ate out a lot, and watched Nausicaa and Spring and Chaos and a bit of Robotech.

New poll. Here are the results of the last one:

What do you think of the new wavy grey background on my site?
Cool! (12%)
Pretty good. (12%)
OK, I guess. (25%)
Kinda ugly. (37%)
Quite bad. (0%)
The Requisite Silly Choice In This Poll (12%)
Thu, 04 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 4, 2002

So. Brennen has undergone tech burnout. He's seen that "the shiny tech machine isn't what I thought it was or wanted it to be," as he put it.

I feel that I understand where he's coming from. I've been slowly coming to a similar realization, though neither as suddenly nor as strongly as Brennen has. I've been slowly realizing that computers are fine, but they're awfully easy to pour yourself in to. I found myself wanting to be a net.god, posting constantly to various communities and just generally becoming one with the net, or some such nonsense. That's all hollow. To quote Brennen, "the world really is bigger and more complicated than I thought it was. There's more things that matter than I thought there were, and lots of things that can't be seen from where I was standing."

Light, do I want to see Brennen become a writer.

In any event, the last section of Brennen's post deals with his reaction to these realizations. He dismisses skills that I believe are far more considerable than he realizes, but that's neither here nor there. He ends with a dilemma: he doesn't want to abandon the friends he's made (presumably me, Saalon, and others), and who are "bent on doing something with all this stuff."

What should he do? I think he can put technolgy in its proper place in his life, without abandonding it. He can still use computers; he'll just need to prioritize his time, so that he only uses the computer for those activities that are important to him: online communication, school work, and maybe some of that creative writing he's been talking about. It's like an addiction to food: you don't abandon eating; you learn when to say "no." I, for one, am still learning when to say "no" to my computer.

One pleasant side effect of this practice is that it opens up more free time. For my part, I can waste innumerable hours in front of a computer. They're amazing time-wasters, especially when one has no parameters on when one is acting productively. However, if I've put my computer usage in its proper place, and I force myself to walk away from the computer whenever I don't have a use for it, suddenly I have a lot more time to devote to other pursuits.

Mon, 01 Apr 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:00 p.m.</p>

I'm writing this on a battered legal pad, as I sit in a giant metal bird that's flying majestically over Baltimore's harbours. The hazy countryside slides along below, while above, the sky is an amazing azure jewel.

I'm about 45 minutes away from Boston and what is sure to be an odd trip to see Saalon and Erin. Of course, it's always been a joy to see them, and I expect that this trip will be no different, but we've been forced to schedule a visit during the work week. I'll be alone in Saalon's apartment during the days, but we'll be able to spend evenings together, at least.

I hope to spend some of that time alone by writing. Now that Quiet has started, I want to move forward with it. I want to explore that world in more detail, illuminating the rich experiences of that town. I want to re-visit Camphor Grove Park. I want to sit on Elizabeth's front porch on a hot summery day and sip lemonade, where the only sound is the chink of the ice and the rustle of the leaves in the trees. I want to watch children play disorganized baseball.

Quiet has begun.

Fri, 31 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 31, 2002

I read Brennen's entry for yesterday, and I wanted to act out the digital equivalent of shaking him by the shoulders while saying, "Snap out of it, man!" But we all know how effective that is in online communications.

I was angry about his self-defeating tone, and his sense of complete emptiness and worthlessness.

Okay, so I feel a need to respond. Brennen, here's my response:

You're wrong.

It is your place to say something. You're a human being, and that in itself gives you the right to question tradition and improve life. More than that, you're a smart human being. Now don't pull that self-effacing act on me. You're smart. Your opinions have a grounding in reason and truth. Do you know everything? No. But neither did Descartes. That doesn't mean you can't offer your opinion.

You didn't squander your youth. Heck, you still are a youth. Whence comes this misconception that we all must have our destiny well in hand by the age of twenty-one? How do you know that your childhood wasn't exactly the training you needed for whatever you're going to be? How do you know that you won't find your calling five, ten, twenty years from now?

Hayao Miyazaki was in his forties when he began making the films that made him the "Walt Disney of Japan." J.R.R. Tolkien was in his sixties when he wrote The Lord of the Rings. Heck, Jesus Christ didn't begin his ministry until he was thirty years old.

Don't sell yourself short. What are your dreams? Seriously. I'm betting you still want to be a writer. Okay. Set up an hour every day -- perhaps after supper in the evening -- when you'll sit down and try to write something, if you're not already. It doesn't have to be the next Great Fantasy Novel. It can be practice. But write, just to practice and warm up those muscles and get in the groove. And you'll be one step closer to being a real, honest-to-goodness author.

What's stopping you?

Thu, 30 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 30, 2002

Just went to the bookstore, where I spend over $100 on comics. It's weird. This would have been a completely alien concept to me as little as a year ago.

In any event, here's what I bought. It's a bunch of classics, really.

  • Maus by Art Spiegelman, finally. A story of the Holocaust. Many claim that this is the greatest comic book ever written.
  • Krazy and Ignatz by George Herriman. Krazy Kat is considered the first modern American comic, and the birthplace of the American comic form, and this collects two years' worth of Krazy Kat strips.
  • Astro Boy, volume 1, by Osamu Tezuka, the God of Manga. This is what launched manga and, later, anime.
  • Battle Angel Alita, volume 1, by Yukito Kishiro. This is the beginning of Kishiro's epic masterwork, and considered by many to be the next best manga ever written next to Miyazaki's Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind.
  • Jimmy Corrigan by Chris Ware. An odd story of a modern man.
  • Just Imagine Stan Lee Creating Superman and Just Imagine Stan Lee Creating Batman. When Marvel lost its marbles and fired Stan Lee, he jumped over to DC Comics and penned these little fables, as though Lee himself were inventing the heroes for the first time. They're refreshing looks at well-known characters, told through Lee's inerrant mastery of the action comic form.

That sound pretentious enough? ;-)

Wed, 29 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:40 p.m.</p>

And this site teaches Hiragana script, while this one teaches Katakana (the most widespread Japanese syllabary).

This is cool. Want to learn the Japanese alphabet (well, one of them)? Kana Flashcards will display a random hiragana character, along with its English equivalent. Just keep clicking "Next card" to get another random card, and study the letters.

This strikes me as the sort of thing that could easily become a once-a-day habit, and before you know it, you can at least read another language. Understanding it is quite another job, though.

The site also contains an intriguing list of good French comics.

Tue, 28 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 28, 2002

I'm back.

As I mentioned earlier, I had a terrific time helping out Saalon with his film. Production chores -- holding the mike, clacking the clackboard -- are jobs that require not just skill, but concentration. You can't goof off when the camera's recording. There's this sense of pride in knowing that you're part of a well-oiled machine.

On the last day, I had my bizarre experience of the weekend. I ran out to the grocery store for half-and-half and donut holes, and as I turned back onto the main road, I came to a halt behind the parade. There was a short Memorial Day parade marching down the street, complete with a band and fire engines.

I laughed out loud. Here I was, driving around in a foreign city, just trying to remember how to get back to Lumix's house, and I turn onto a street behind a parade.

Speaking of Lumix -- our main actor, a cussing minister and a neat guy -- he was incredibly gracious enough to let me borrow his copy of Warrior of the Winds (the botched American release of Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind). This is the film that got him hooked on anime, improbably, so his generosity amazes me. I can't tell you how much I'm looking forward to watching this weird edit. To quote Frederik L. Schodt:

"When first dubbed and released in 1985 by New World Video, an American company with little experience in the field, nearly twenty minutes of the film were edited out. Miyazaki's thoughtful masterpiece -- with its sophisticated antiwar, pro-ecology, and spiritual themes -- thus became Warriors of the Wind, an action-oriented story with the stock Judeo-Christian theme of 'Good battles evil for the future of mankind.'"
-- Frederik L. Schodt, manga critic
Mon, 27 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 27, 2002

I'm having a terrific time here at Saalon's. We're on a pretty tight shooting schedule, so I can't write for long, unfortunately. I'll try to write a more extensive entry after I return home.

Shooting Saalon's film has been a joyful experience. There really is a certain kind of magic to filmmaking, and I revel in it. I realized that I could make a good living as a key grip or stagehand. I enjoy just being around this sort of production, and helping out in some small way.

Fri, 24 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:16 p.m.</p>

FYI, I'm going to be in Pittsburgh for the next few days, watching Saalon film a movie. I'm looking forward to it immensely. In any event, I'll be driving back Monday night.

I'm three chapters into Harry Knowles' Ain't It Cool (the book), and I'm happy to report that it's not just good, it's very good. When Harry has an editor to correct his spelling, he's a tremendous writer. The book has been mainly a thoroughly entertaining biography up to this point, while the rest of the book appears to be more of a discussion about film culture.

One of the things I love about Harry is that he's inspirational. After reading a couple chapters of this, I want to go out and make something of myself.

Thu, 23 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 23, 2002
(On computers) "But it's all gotten kind of stale for me. Seems like it might be time to ask ourselves what we're actually going to do with all these shiny tools, or just go start messing around with something else."
-- Brennen Bearnes
Wed, 22 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 22, 2002

I'm taking a quick break from a satisfyingly productive evening to update this here journal. One of the problems I've found with an online journal is that there's no physical reminder to update it. With a physical journal, one tends to see the journal itself, which reminds one to write an entry. With an online journal, I can easily forget about it.

I've been dealing lately with an interesting question: If a schedule doesn't work, is it because of the schedule or the scheduler? When does one work harder to fit the schedule, and when does one change the schedule to fit one's life?

I recently tweaked my schedule yet again to avoid two extremes which I'd fallen into previously:

  1. Scheduling one activity per evening on each weekday night. All of Monday evening would be devoted to writing, for example.
  2. Scheduling all my activities in little chunks every weekday night. I'd spend fifteen minutes a night on calligraphy, half an hour drawing, etc.

I've chosen a middle course: Some activities are scheduled for every night (writing and drawing are included in this category), while some are only scheduled for a couple of nights per week. The work that needs frequent repetition can be scheduled more frequently, while the less important work can be done less often. This also has the advantage of making each night refreshingly different.

This seems to be working well so far.

Mon, 20 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 20, 2002
[Laputa images]

I just finished watching a bootleg of Laputa: Castle in the Sky. It was a fantastic film, but I didn't like it as much as other Miyazaki films. I'm betting this is just my own experience and preference talking here; if I'd seen Laputa before the rest of Miyazaki's films, I'd probably count it as one of my favorite Miyazaki movies.

Oh, and I've finally released a new version of Juggler.

Fri, 17 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 17, 2002

I've joined the mailing list for Cosmoe, yet another alternative operating system.

Why? Because, I've realized, I'm fascinated by alternative operating systems. I'm not trying to get away from Windows per se (not anymore, at least); I just have a lot of fun downloading and trying out little niche operating systems, and participating in their communities. Cosmoe, frex, has a nice little e-mail list. It's downright fun.

Thu, 16 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 16, 2002

Coooooool. A Gundam MMORPG is in development. You'll be able to buy a house on any Side, buy a Mobile Suit, vote in elections, and of course, fight other Mobile Suits (and in so doing, wipe out other players' houses). Anyone in the world will be able to play. Tue, 14 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 14, 2002 [Metropolis image]

I just saw Metropolis (the anime version), which goes down as one of the greatest animated films I've ever seen.

Unfortunately, it's one of those films that can't be easily described or quantified. I've never seen anything quite like it, and probably never will. It's beautiful, engaging, complex, and direct. The plot is simple but that lets you sink your teeth right into the complexities of the issues and the characters. This is a tough film, and a painful one at times. And yet...and yet I love it.

I love it. It is both tragic and inspiring. It is, in some ways, the exact opposite of Miyazaki films, while in other respects it is very like Miyazaki films (Nausicaä or Princess Mononoke particularly).

I'd like to end this with some pithy conclusion, but I can't formulate one. Though that, in itself, says something.

Mon, 13 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:40 p.m.</p>

I accomplished none of the things in my regular schedule tonight, but then, I did other things, instead. I went to dinner with my Mom for Mother's Day, cleaned house, and re-organized all my files. All in all, that's pretty good.

My filing system was inadequate. I had categories for storing paperwork for the mid- and long-term, but nothing for short-term bills and correspondence that I want to respond to quickly. Tonight, with some able help from my Dad, I finally put together a few files for items that require quick attention, and I plan to check those files every day or so. Hopefully, this will be an improvement.

I just came across Next Comics, a site which is trying to present web-based comics that are in short story form. It's well designed and has several pieces which entertained and/or intrigued me.

Sun, 12 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 12, 2002

Our weekend in Front Royal went well. My parents and I spent a couple of days at a B&B, which was relaxing and enjoyable.

[Spider-man]

I just got back from watching Spider-man, which I enjoyed. It wasn't absolutely incredible, but it was a solid film. I'm trying to come up with a positive way of putting this, which gets across my feeling that the film was competently made without being as jaw-dropping as, for example, Batman. It wasn't just competent; it was downright good. It's just that I went into this hoping that it would knock my socks off, and it "merely" entertained me thoroughly. Perhaps my expectations were too high.

Perhaps I'll post more later. I want to get more organized -- my filing system is sadly inefficient -- but my bed is calling, and I want to write about this in some detail. So, later.

Thu, 09 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 9, 2002

I just did something very odd. I added to my budget USD $10 per month for webcomics.

Webcomics should be supported. I think the only way I'm going to actually get off my butt and give these amazing artists some payback is by setting aside some cash every month just for them.

I just sent $5 to Tailsteak. Now I have to figure out where to send the other $5 this month.

Wed, 08 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 8, 2002

Click the poll, people. There have to be more than three people reading this page.

[Blue Monday cover artwork]
Blue Monday cover art

I received and read Blue Monday: The Kids Are Alright yesterday. This would be an American-made, independent, manga-style comic book about a teen girl and her quest for tickets to an Adam Ant concert, among other adolescent things. It's a tad low-brow in its overt sexiness and language, but there's no harm intended, and the artwork is absolutely fantastic.

I arrived at work late this morning, after finally finishing a bunch of errands that have been dogging me for several days. It feels so good to be free of those worries.

I've been talking with Brennen about using Pair Programming (an Extreme Programming method) to develop more of the new Daemonsong website. It'd be fun to work with him, he'd learn more, and the code would be more robust as a result. Sounds like a good idea to me.

Sun, 05 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 5, 2002

Since I haven't been updating regularly, I'm afraid this is a fragmented entry.

After an exhausting all-night lock-in on Friday night, I spent yesterday and today doing very little, mostly watching TV and reading.

[Pilot Candidate artwork]
Pilot Candidate artwork

Normally, I'd comment on the TV shows I saw, but there are too many. I will record that my love of Digimon Tamers has increased, and the premiere of the new Transformers series was, sadly, mediocre. I enjoyed Pilot Candidate, but found Gundam 0083: Stardust Memory too serious and melodramatic.

I've been working on the new Daemonsong website, which should be highly automated and pretty stylish (though style is not my strong suit). I do need to talk to Saalon about a few design points before I can continue, though.

I'm itching to flex my programming muscles. After developing several new games for my personal website, I'd like to develop something better. Since I prefer to avoid outright war simulations, I'm trying to think of a design for a non-violent web-based game, preferrably one that hasn't been recycled fifteen thousand times.

Sat, 04 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 4, 2002

Just finished skimming through Every Young Man's Battle, a Christian perspective on male sexuality, which was very good.

Azaka has its own domain name now, and is building up a nice inventory. The May 15 Chocolate Giveaway may have something to do with that, though.

I added two new games to the Games Room:

  • Mugwump, a simple game where you click on squares in a grid to locate a hidden creature.
  • A simple, but graphically pleasant, version of Go, complete with a computer opponent. Capturing doesn't work, unfortunately.
Wed, 01 May 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 1, 2002

Arg. I just lost an entire update.

In summary:

Night Life is on hold until my drawing skills improve. I don't know how long it'll take before I can reliably draw the same character repeatedly and still have it look like the same character, but it'll certainly take at least a few weeks.

Other than that, I launched Azaka yesterday. Azaka's an AtheOS hardware compatibility site, a brother to Kamidake, naturally.

Sun, 30 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 30, 2002

I've been neglecting this journal for awhile. I've found that I tend to do this when my life is fluctuating, but I have little to actually do. It's those times when I'm busy but stable that I find the time to update my journal.

In any event, the big news of the past week is that I quit Intersect on Friday.

Why would I do such a crazy thing? After Intersect let about twenty of its employees go, one of the executives asked me to "stay around" and help with documentation. This was to be long-term, probably, but nothing definite had been decided.

So, a week ago last Friday, I finished up all the work that needed to be done for our current release, then explained to the project lead that I was going to go home, pending a call from him with a decision about documentation in the future.

I then spent all of last week waiting, with no call from the project lead. I finally went in on Friday (two days ago) and explained that I wanted to move on. He agreed that that was the best course, since he said that so much is changing that he wouldn't be able to even provide me with a decision about this for at least a few weeks.

This annoys me quite a bit. Intersect had me as a contractor but wouldn't provide me with any work, or even any assurance that I would have any work in the future. But they wouldn't let me go. So, I had to quit, which means that I can't collect unemployment, despite the fact that I didn't particularly want to leave Intersect.

In other words, they told me to stick around with them, but then never gave me any work, so I wasn't getting paid. If I'd kept my mouth shut, I could have kept looking for another job while still staying as a full-time contractor (with no work) at Intersect. When I found a new job, I could have just dropped Intersect like a hot potato.

Instead, I decided to be honest with them and explain that I really didn't want to work there anymore, and that I wasn't going to provide any further services (unless there's a brief emergency; I won't mind providing a few hours' work on an evening or weekend if they're in an unexpected bind). And as a result, I have no way to collect unemployment, even though it wasn't originally my choice about leaving the company. They just wouldn't give me any work to do.

Now arguably, I caused much of my current predicament. I could have simply said nothing to Intersect while continuing to look for a job. I don't see how I would have been violating my honor, or anybody else's.

But I still wish that Intersect had treated me with a bit more respect.

Fri, 28 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 28, 2002
[A rat]

Saalon's just posted an intriguing diary entry; he posted the first part of a story, and hopefully, future installments will continue it. It's a sort of epic fairy tale. He's asked for my comments, so I'm providing a critique here.

It's very, very interesting. I like the idea of off-the-cuff storytelling like this. I'd be scared to try it, which perhaps is a good indication that I would benefit from trying.

I liked it, overall. It was suitably evocative for that...errrr...I don't quite know what style that is. To me, it fits that "long fairy tale" form, where the story is actually quite lengthy, but still maintains a minimum of extraneous details -- we're probably not going to learn much about muridaen (Latin for "rat") politics. So, the story thus far fits that storytelling style quite well.

I like the names. Birgold's a good, solid Norse name, though in my case, the name reminds me too much of that of Eric Idle's character Burthold from The Adventures of Baron Munchausen, which made me giggle to imagine Eric Idle lumbering around as a gruff, blood-soaked Giant. Half-Tail's a great name, and I like that the protagonist has a descriptive name rather than a nominative (?) one. It makes it easier for the reader to imagine him or herself as Half-Tail, because there isn't that specific name to get around. And the name "Fenris" just rocks.

I felt that the second and third paragraphs were laying too much ground-work. In fact, they could even be eliminated, and the final sentence of the third paragraph integrated as the final sentence of the first paragraph. In any event, I felt that there was too much background early on. I've always been a big believer on throwing the reader into the story, then revealing backstory in little bits as the action progresses.

I have one other little nitpick: I worry that the "next episode" teaser gives away a little too much. Unless the teaser is supposed to be that specific.

So. Besides those little issues, I really like the story. I want to know what happens to Half-Tail next. I'm anxious to read the next installment.

Good on ya, mate!

Tue, 25 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 25, 2002

I've got a bunch of short updates today, so bear with me:

This morning, I finally updated Otherspace Productions' main webpages with information on Murmur.

I'm talking with Saalon about finishing the scripts for Wine to Those in Anguish, so that we can make an animated short out of it.

I'm working on a small documentation website for Cosmoe, namely, Cosmoe Made Easy.

Methuselah now has a working Debian installation on it. I managed to install Cosmoe on it, but it won't run.

Sun, 23 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 23, 2002

I'm sitting at my desk late at night, bathed in the glow of two monitors, struggling to install Cosmoe on Methuselah, and for some reason, this feels good. I love the thrill of trying to wrap my brain around this vastly complicated digital toy.

Fri, 21 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 21, 2002

Heh. Phoenix Feathers is a cute, manga-inspired series about a college version of Hogwart's. The artwork is pleasant on the eyes, too, which helps. Thu, 20 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 20, 2002

"The most interesting aspect with OS X is the way Apple managed to take a Unix kernel and turn it into a user-friendly OS with a charming desktop and Mac GUI. Curiously, no other company has been able to manage anything like this. The Linux folks are said to have legions of coders whose sheer numbers are supposed to be the big threat to Microsoft, but they have gotten nowhere close to what little ole' Apple has accomplished in the operating system arena. In fact, if you even bring up the issue of Linux as a possible desktop replacement, members of the Linux crowd will almost always tell you that it's not ready. Only the folks at Lindows.com even consider the possibilities. Apparently Apple has done the impossible."
-- John C. Dvorak, technology commentator, June 17, 2002 article
Wed, 19 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 19, 2002

Well. I'm still at Intersect, cleaning up and preparing their online help systems for the next release. I should be done with that by Friday, and then we'll all sit down and figure out what to do with documentation moving forward.

Part of me is urging that I leave Intersect post-haste. I'd like a new beginning, and I have very little confidence in the future of this company now.

OTOH, Intersect is still paying my bills, so it's nice to stay as long as their checks aren't bouncing. But how hard do I want to fight for a job pitching water on a sinking ship?

Tue, 18 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 18, 2002

Sorry for not updating for awhile; my cable modem went out, then I learned on Monday that I think I'm going to lose my job. So. I'm rather preoccupied.

Meanwhile, I received 36 episodes of Kodomo no Omacha last week, and the show is like crack. I'm already at episode 15.

Fri, 14 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 14, 2002

More linkage: Ichigo's Sheet Music has sheet music for dozens of animes series and films, from Ah My Goddess to X. I grabbed the Nausicaa theme, "The Real Folk Blues" from Cowboy Bebop, several Princess Mononoke songs, and a couple of themes from Tenchi Muyo! (including "Kagato's Organ Recital" from the first OVA), among others. Thu, 13 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 13, 2002

Wow. Research Channel.com delivers on one of the promises of the internet: video feeds of distinguished researchers, talking about their areas of research. It's available for a variety of access speeds (though only in Windows Media Player format), and covers a vast array of topics, from 3D modelling to ceramic art to health care. Tue, 11 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:06 p.m.</p>

"The Internet is not (as it was intended to be) an worldwide library or instantaneous encyclopedia. It's every person on earth, continuously screaming at every other person."
-- Tailsteak

Oh yes. Shonen Jump, one of those massive Japanese manga magazines (actually, it's one of the major Japanese manga magazines), will be coming to America in November. Translated and everything. You know I'll be buying it. Mon, 10 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:18 p.m.</p>

"A condition of being good is that it should always be possible for you to be morally destroyed by something you couldn't prevent. To be a good human being is to have a kind of openness to the world, an ability to trust uncertain things beyond your own control, things that can lead you to be shattered in very extreme circumstances for which you were not to blame. That says something very important about the ethical life: It is based on trust in the uncertain and on a willingness to be exposed. Trust is based on being more like a plant than like a jewel--something fragile but whose very particular beauty is inseparable from that fragility."
-- Martha Craven Nussbaum (1947-), philosopher

Someday, I'd like to make an epic SF action/adventure space fighting movie, that uses nothing but Big Band music. Imagine a squadron of fighters accelerating to attack formation and engaging the enemy with "Mack the Knife" in the background. And all of the aboard-ship shenanigans would be wonderfully complemented with Big Band grooves.

Come to think of it, why doesn't somebody make an SF space fighting movie that feels like those wonderful old WW2 movies? I want a film where the pilots feel like they're part of something big and important. Wing Commander came close, but we've got to be able to do better than that.

Sun, 09 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 9, 2002

Manga School

A while back, I read a message by a man who participated in a manga school in Japan. He explained that manga schools exist to provide a very short, intensive course in drawing and the comic form, intended for those who want to become manga artists themselves. The emphasis here is on extremely rapid comprehension of the manga form.

The school's method was simple and effective: It would offer an two-week course, eight hours a day, five days a week. Students spend the first day drawing circles, squares, and other simple geometric shapes. The second day would be spent drawing more complex shapes, and perhaps relating them to real-world objects, like drawing rectangular office buildings and geometric works of art. The students would then move on to a day of drawing heads -- only heads -- in the manga style, and so forth.

Imagine that, though: Spending eight hours drawing nothing but circles and squares. For eight solid hours. As the participant explained, students have a tendency to get frustrated with this after awhile, and begin to drop out. But that process serves to separate the posers from the students who really want to learn the form, and are willing to be bored or frustrated to learn it.

Also, imagine how well a person would be able to draw those simple shapes after such intense practice. Since every shape can be drawn as a combination of simpler shapes, the student's basic ability to compose figures will be enhanced dramatically.

My mother's father called this "improving your craftsmanship." Sure, you can learn to draw, and you can develop your own style. But how well crafted are your drawings? How well can you simulate reality on paper?

So, I've enrolled myself in my own personal manga school. For the past two weeks weeks, my drawing practice has focused on drawing simple geometric shapes, like circles and squares. I haven't set a threshhold for when I'll move on to more complex shapes yet.

I have noticed that my ability to draw other shapes has improved noticeably. Now that I can draw a circle more precisely, I can draw eyes and other curves with much greater precision.

Cool.

Thu, 06 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 6, 2002

Find out a bit more about Osamu Tezuka's life work, Phoenix, at Viz's website about their publication of Phoenix volume 2. Wed, 05 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:58 p.m.</p>

Saalon's updated his diary with info on his fantastic movie directing experience. Fair warning: You probably won't understand half of the in-jokes.

I forgot to mention that Brennen and I attemped some pair programming Monday night. Despite two hours of wrestling with VNC and various operating systems, we finally got VNC running, and were able to collaborate on the Murmur website, talking on the phone as we shared an ssh connection.

It was an amazingly productive experience. We were able to make smart command decisions very rapidly, Brennen offering several technical solutions of which I was completely unaware. Most of our time was spent with relatively high-level decision-making; I look forward to experiencing the more code-level problems. We should be doing it again next Monday night, Lord willing.

I'm not using my computers much lately, intentionally. The reason for this is twofold:

  1. I've been struggling with an unhealthy interest in pornography for over a decade now (of course, what's a healthy interest in pornography)? I realized recently that I only seek porn online. Playboy magazines or Blockbuster videos or what-have-you just aren't a problem for me. As such, maybe it would be wise for me to limit my access to the online world.
  2. I've been thinking about my happiness, especially as it relates to my computer usage. If I were to throw my computers into the trash, once I got over the withdrawal from the various communities in which I'm involved, would I really feel that bad? Could I still be happy and productive? I think so.

I'm not going to toss my computers; that's a bit too extreme for the moment. But I'm going to try deliberately limiting the amount of time I spend on the computer, to see what I fill my time with otherwise. I spend a lot of time on the computer, doing various things. If I didn't have a computer, might I be reading or drawing a lot more?

Sun, 02 Jun 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 2, 2002

Just updated my web-based Go game so that pieces are captured correctly. Woohoo! The only really major bug left is that the computer player can attack in spaces that were just vacated, which is illegal.

I've been watching some bootlegs of Hikaru no Go lately, and it rocks my world. This series is awesome. If I weren't so tired and discouraged, I'd write more about it.

I'm discouraged because I'm behind on Murmur. I wanted to finish the script by the end of May, and I'm only halfway into it. :sigh

Wed, 31 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 31, 2002 [Artwork from Tsunami Channel]

Cool battles starring a truly intelligent magical girl. I love it. As tired as I find anime's magical girl genre at times, Tsunami Channel manages to breathe new life into it.

Tue, 30 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 30, 2002

How far are you willing to go to fight for what's right?

I'm sure we all can see ourselves fighting for the right thing if we were the heroes of a fantasy novel and being attacked by evil incarnate, but how about right and wrong in our day-to-day lives? How far are we willing to go in our modern society to fight for what's right?

I'm convinced that I don't fight for what's right enough. This was prompted by an event at Otakon: On Friday, I skimmed a bulletin board at the con. My eyes fell on an obviously fan-made poster which featured some random post-modern poetry, but the backdrop was a drawing of a nude little girl.

I shook my head at the outright wrongness of using pre-teen nudity primarily for shock value (besides clearly being against con rules to post anything containing nudity of that sort), and made a mental note to check back later to see if the con staff had taken it down. I looked at the board the next day, and sure enough, the poster had been removed.

For some reason, I kept thinking about this poster. I wondered if it wasn't a member of the con staff who had removed the poster. What if it was just a random passersby who had noticed this, realized that it was clearly inappropriate for the con, and removed it? Surely anyone would have been in the right for taking down that poster.

Then I wondered, why wasn't I the random passersby?

I saw that poster, I knew it was wrong on several levels, and yet I did nothing. I could have pulled that poster off the bulletin board, and I would have been right for doing so. But I didn't do it.

Moreover, it wouldn't have cost me anything to do it. I wasn't facing persecution for this. In fact, if anyone had asked what I was doing, I probably would have received a pat on the back for my actions.

But I did nothing. It disturbs me.

Sun, 28 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 28, 2002

I'm back from Otakon. While I'm too tired to write a cogent description of my weekend, I can summon the energy to explain that I had a good time, that Saalon was an excellent companion, and that I'm very, very glad to be home. Fri, 26 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 26, 2002

Saalon's written a fantastic article about art and writing. Thu, 25 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 25, 2002

FYI, I'll be at Otakon through Sunday, so I probably won't get a chance to update this journal again until Monday at the latest. Wed, 24 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 24, 2002

In listening to an audio commentary by Carl Macek the other day, I was struck by a quote he gave, attributed to one of the producers of Robotech. I'll attempt to paraphrase it here:

"We want to create a work that inherently assures the audience that it will not be shortchanged."

Now that's a very interesting goal, and one that has significant implications for the rest of the production. If one truly follows that goal, then promotion of the work cannot reveal secrets or otherwise compromise the audience's enjoyment of the work itself. The work becomes increasingly important, as those involved ensure that the audience's experience of the work itself is as enjoyable and complete as possible.

I really admire this approach. It acknowledges the centrality of the work, the importance of ensuring that the audience will appreciate the work for what it is, rather than spoiling or trying to "rope in" an audience. This is a very classy way of handling things.

Tue, 23 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 23, 2002 [Nausicaa scan]

One of my innumerable projects is an in-depth analysis of Hayao Miyazaki's epic comic Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind. That work affected me so deeply that I've wanted to write an analysis of both its rich story and its fascinating use of artwork.

I've been writing my analysis slowly but surely. As I've written it, though, I've realized that by attempting to analyze both its story and its artwork, I've created a sort of two-headed hydra. Feeding the one gets in the way of the other. I have to interrupt a commentary on an important plot arc to point out an interesting panel.

So, I'm going to focus on writing only one of those analyses at a time. I think I'll start with an analysis of the artwork, as that's more interesting and, I think, more immediately relevant. We don't have nearly enough intelligent criticism of the comic form out there, so I want to have that written first.

I'm also becoming increasingly tempted to just post the whole thing on my website here, and not worry about getting it published. What do you think?

Fri, 19 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:53 a.m.</p>

Ahhh, Fast Company's website is finally responding, so I can post a link to their article on SMASH.

No, it's not the next WWF or WCW show. SMASH is an acronym IBM thought up to describe their vision for how software should be written, and how computers should work in the future.

It's a little confusing, because their vision has expanded and changed since they adopted the "SMASH" acronym, and has morphed into a new concept. "SMASH" stnads for "Simple, MAny, Self-Healing," which reflects the idea that software should be broken down into a lot of simple, robust pieces. Historically, a system is much more powerful and flexible if it's decentralized and each piece works easily.

However, as I said, IBM's views have expanded into the idea of "autonomic computing," which is best illustrated with a quote:

[IBM's next big computer] will have the circuitry -- the hardware -- necessary to monitor itself. It will have a primitive form of self-awareness -- the software -- to understand how it is performing and to identify failures. And it will have the problem-solving ability and the physical components to reroute work and internal communications when things aren't working right, or as processors fail.

The ultimate goal of autonomic functioning is to be able to tell computers what you want them to do and have them work out the details. In other words, to create a world where strategy and implementation are inseparable.

-- Charles Fishman writing in Fast Company, August 2002

It's undeniably a compelling idea: Designing software so that it can make reasonably intelligent decisions about how to continue functioning when presented with a problem.

The idea is not unlike the computers in Star Trek, as described in the original IBM manifesto about autonomic computing:

"Captain Kirk and his crew were getting information from their computing systems by asking simple questions, and listening to straightforward answers -- all without a single I/T administrator to be seen on the ship."
-- Paul Horn

I could get behind that bandwagon.

More Murmur artwork. Thu, 18 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 18, 2002

I spent another hour and a half on my comic book last night, completing the second draft of the first page. The next step will be to ink that first page, and then I can move on to the next page.

I'm not sure why I've completed the whole page before going on to the next page. I wonder if it would be a better idea to draw the whole comic, then clean it up and ink it. OTOH, I imagine that that process would be incredibly tedious, since the clean-up process becomes tedious quickly.

I'm enjoying myself thus far. I haven't gotten anywhere near bored yet, which is a good sign. Now to see if my interest holds up over the long term.

Wed, 17 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 17, 2002

Just found USS Clueless, an excellent blog by a guy who must spend most of his free time writing delicious blog updates. One recent entry spends 3,500 words talking about how to fight dragons using modern air-to-air weapons (ref. Reign of Fire, natch). He also has the ability to write about politics and maintain an opinion without working himself into a tizzy doing so. Tue, 16 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 16, 2002

I met with that co-worker yesterday morning. It'll be a really quick sort of job, something I should be able to hack out in a few hours. It'll be a nice little chunk of income.

Not much else to report, at the moment, though my mind is addled by my almost complete lack of sleep last night.

Sun, 14 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:22 p.m.</p>

Huh. I received a phone call today from an ex-coworker, who offered me a quick job creating a website for her business. Cool. I'll be meeting her tomorrow morning to find out more details.

[A rat]

Ahhh, more Half-Tail from Saalon. BTW, Saalon, would you like me to program some way for visitors to easily access the Half-Tail stories on their own? Think about how you'd like that to work and let me know.

I started re-watching the Tenchi Muyo! OVA the other day. I'm struck at how much the characters have changed, all of them, from their original incarnations. Tenchi is a weak-willed, wishy-washy schmuck; Ryoko is downright nasty in ways that would embarrass her later self; Sasami plays selfish, dangerous tricks on her sister; Ayeka is really quite sympathetic, and only imperious when dealing with a murderous, smart-mouthed criminal or the hapless Tenchi.

I'm amazed at how much these characters grow, and that their growth is in such strongly moral directions. Ryoko becomes more moderate, Sasami becomes the sweetest little girl you'd ever want to meet, and Tenchi turns into one of my favorite heroic characters of all time. I'm heartened that the creators of this show were willing to make their characters into true role models.

Sat, 13 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:33 p.m.</p>

I just had an extremely interesting experience. I drew the first three panels of an experimental comic.

I've had it on my mind for some time to try my hand at drawing a comic, something in book form that would explore the comic medium. I wanted something I could draw reasonably well considering my current skills, that could be ended quickly, and that could be compiled into book form. I figured a project like this would be a good motivator for practicing drawing, too.

After coming up with some basic drawings a couple of days ago, tonight I decided that there was no time like the present to begin. So, I sat down at the drafting board in my room with a piece of drawing paper, and began to draft out the first few panels.

I want to describe the experience as "extraordinary," but that word is both accurate and inaccurate. It was a wonderful experience, but it didn't feel strange. It felt oddly ordinary, like I could see myself doing this for the rest of my life. The whole process seemed to fit me like a well-worn glove.

I have no idea how long I took; it was certainly less than an hour, and this was just the incomplete first draft of these three panels. But I'm content with my progress, and I'm looking forward to working on this some more. It's very, very interesting.

Lots of cool announcements from Anime Expo, particularly:

  • Comic Party, which looks like the Otaku no Video concept applied to fanfic and doujinshi (fan comics). Sounds very cute, and it has beautiful character designs.
  • Rahxephon, yet another Eva rip-off, but one that tries to do it right this time. The series apparently tries to be very realistic with its characters and how they react to a massive alien invasion.
  • Pretear, which is sort of a magical girl show but where the protagonist is a tomboyish, level-headed girl. What I've seen is very well done.
  • Steam Detectives, which looks like kind of an upbeat noir series, if that makes any sense. The world looks like the 1930's, with lots of trenchoats, combined with a kind of steampunk robot technology, animated in a very stylish style.
  • Alien 9, one of those shows with a weird pedigree that spawns an even weirder premise: alien attacks become so common that every school elects a small team of alien defenders. This series follows one of these defenders, a sixth-grade girl. It looks very sweet and cute, but the storyline is by Sadayuki Murai, of the freaky Perfect Blue and Boogiepop Phantom fame. Here's a review.
  • 7 of Seven, a screwball comedy about a girl who is accidentally cloned six times, so she has to live with all these slightly different versions of herself.

I also have had the chance to read more Astro Boy, which grows more and more brilliant, Kazan, which simply rocks, and a bit of the Kodomo no Omache manga, which I honestly don't like very much. The art style is too flat, and the humor just isn't as fast-paced as I'm used to in the anime.

Wed, 10 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 10, 2002

Lots o' stuff happening in my personal life. I'm currently typing this from the office upstairs, not in my bedroom, because I've moved my main computer up there. And shut down Tramp, Lady, and Methuselah. In fact, I'm probably going to perform a lobotomy on Tramp and toss its hard drive into Pendragon, then dual-boot between BeOS and Windows. As a result, I've pulled out of the AtheOS and Cosmoe alternative OS communities.

This is because...wait...no, not the two by four! NO!

[End Transmission]

Mon, 08 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 8, 2002

I've just officially ended Quiet, my webdrama. I ran out of both interest and workable story ideas, and I've realized over the past couple of months that I'm simply not interested in a continuing storyline like that. I want to tell stories that progress towards an ending, whatever that ending may be. I think that the serial form just isn't my forte, at least at the moment.

Oh well. It's a failed experiment, but definitely a worthy one.

Sun, 07 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 7, 2002

Well. I really feel that I should post something here, so I'll post a bunch of random thoughts.

I finished watching my thirty-six episode collection of Kodomo no Omache today. The series is absolutely brilliant, both comedically and as a series. There's drama and character development along with fantastic screwball comedy. Kodomo never ceases to impress me.

I'm feeling lonely. I'm trying to find new friends, but it's been painfully hard.

I've been working on a website for my Mom, which has made me seriously think about approaching local businesses about developing websites for them. I certainly have the technical skills.

I'm making efforts to learn Japanese, which is fun.

I saw most of an amazing Chinese historical epic today, The Emperor and the Assassin (Jing ke ci qin wang). Very, very good story about warring clans and star-crossed relationships in feudal China. It's not unlike Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon as a war film, without the fight scenes, if that makes any sense.

Good night.

Fri, 05 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 5, 2002

I fell asleep in the guest bedroom at 6:30 or so last night, only to wake up at 12:30 a.m. this morning. I decided to work on re-organizing my website, so you'll see some changes on the sidebar.

Actually, I'm not reorganizing so much as renaming things. Up until today, this site's organization had been based on the metaphor of an apartment. Each section of the site was a "room" -- the study, the office, the kitchen -- which would then contain content relevant to that section.

The problem with that system was twofold. One, in terms of navigation, the name of a room wasn't always an obvious indication of the sort of content inside it. Two, I had to stretch the metaphor in unpleasant ways, like using the kitchen for my links ("the stuff that feeds my mind," as Brennen so excellently put it).

So, you should see this site's names change noticeably over the coming days as I complete the switch-over. Unfortunately, it'll take a while, as there's a heck of a lot to change.

Oh, and just so I have a record of these sites: BookLocker.com and Virtual Bookworm.

Mon, 01 Jul 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 1, 2002
What I like about experience is that it is such an honest thing. You may take any number of wrong turnings; but keep your eyes open and you will not be allowed to go very far before the warning signs appear. You may have deceived yourself, but experience is not trying to deceive you. The universe rings true wherever you fairly test it.
-- Surprised by Joy, C.S. Lewis; a poor quote from an author who is best appreciated in long paragraphs
Thu, 29 Aug 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 29, 2002

Want to manage the work that you have to do, using a convenient web-based interface? For free? Try iTeamwork, which lets you set up projects and tasks and manage them easily, including assignment of work to various co-workers. Very cool. Tue, 27 Aug 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 8:07 p.m.</p>

Finally watched X-Files: Fight The Future today, which I found quite enjoyable. It was about equivalent to an above-average episode of the series, which is all I really needed it to be. It answered a few questions, and managed to be a good flick.

Galaxy Fraulein Yuna is perhaps the most spastic comedy I've ever seen, Kodomo no Omache included. Fri, 23 Aug 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 23, 2002

Ouch. And Saalon gets slapped down. Sorry to hear that.

Interesting quote from that entry: "I am the single worst maker of friends in the world. The only friendships I have I have lucked into. I have no idea how to make a friend, as every time I try it seems to collapse into this...."

I've been struggling with this problem myself lately. How does one make friends? A lot of the people I know want to make more friends, myself included. But how does one do it?

I think it's a combination of two things: luck and persistence. A major part of finding friends is a matter of stumbling around in life, bumping into people, finding the jerks and the bigots by accident.

But a lot of these people are okay, and that's where we need persistence. This means, when you encounter an acquaintance in the hall, consciously stopping to talk for a few minutes. Taking them out to lunch. Loaning books or movies. That sort of thing.

The problem is, we can hit rejection at any point in this process, and it can be as painful as the rejection that Saalon's feeling right now. And the only way to avoid the possibility of rejection is to make no friends, which is just a way of running from your fears. We have to face rejection so that we can find new people.

A man once told my pastor, "I've been trying to make deep connections with other men, and I've talked to six different guys, and they've all turned me down in one way or another. What should I do?" My pastor put a hand on this man's shoulder and said sympathetically, "I think you need to try the seventh."

Thu, 22 Aug 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 22, 2002

I seem to be moved to the new server now. Hooray!

Sorry for the delay; I had to wrangle with Verisign for awhile, then discovered that a simple solution would work. Silly me.

Now, I'm just taking care of a bunch of little issues, like getting anonymous FTP to work, and the fact that my standard e-mail application (Postmaster) doesn't support APOP, which the new server requires. I'm now using another application to download mail, and Postmaster to read it. Thank goodness BeOS supports that sort of thing, at least.

Thu, 01 Aug 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 1, 2002

Writing exercise: Invent four random, very different characters who all work in the same office building. Trap them in an elevator for at least an hour. Mon, 30 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 30, 2002

A few brief updates:

I saw Spirited Away again on Saturday, with a friend whom I'm slyly trying to turn into a Hayao Miyazaki afficionado. I'll loan him Princess Mononoke tonight.

I've written a review of Spirited Away, but haven't had a chance to post it yet. Maybe tonight.

I've also got a comparison of the Japanese and American versions of Kiki's Delivery Service, which are surprisingly divergent. Read it here.

I've recently built up a desire to write short fiction. It's been so long since I did -- several Christmases have passed, at least -- that I can't remember how to begin. I don't have any stories to tell.

Which means that I'm out of practice, more than anything else. There are innumerable stories to tell; I've just stopped seeing them. So I want to build up some exercises to see stories again.

Part of my trouble lies in the fact that I refuse to tell traditional man-versus-man stories. I'm so tired of villains. I want to write stories about deeper struggles. So, now that I think about it, I realize I should try coming up with stories in which people struggle against things rather than people -- curses or misfortune or economic forces.

Now wouldn't that be interesting?

Thu, 26 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:44 p.m.</p>

Oh, how cool! Apogee Games has a multi-page retrospective on Commander Keen.

I want a copy of LindowsOS. Really. I'm seriously interested. Wed, 25 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:35 p.m.</p> Here's a nice little blog from a website designer. Nicely written, nicely designed, and rants are kept neatly trimmed.

In case you've all (ha!) been wondering where I've been over the past few days, I came down with bronchitis on Friday and have been lying in bed since. Until today, that is.

The only respite came when I discovered that Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away was showing at a local theater over the weekend, so I forced myself out of bed and drove down to see it.

[Spirited Away images]

It was wonderful. The story felt very much like a classic children's book, and I mean that in the best sense -- a story of a child who goes on an adventure, and learns something about herself. And yet so often that's done in a way that's treacly or obvious. "And the moral of the story is...." No, not here.

One thing I greatly appreciate about Miyazaki is that he never either overstates or understates things. He simply presents them in a way that he thinks is most appropriate, and the plain truth of it is riveting.

A great example of this is in his earlier film My Neighbor Totoro, which I'll use here instead of revealing scenes from Spirited Away. Totoro features two young girls, one about eleven years old and the other about four. Their mother is in the hospital for some relatively moderate illness (we're never told why, as the story is told from the girls' perspective, and when you're four, how much do you know of illness?).

Late in the film, after being told that their Mommy would be coming home soon, they hear that she's come down with a slight cold and so won't be able to come home just yet. The four-year-old throws a bit of a temper tantrum, tears streaming down her cheeks, and finally just starts bawling.

Later, though, the older girl is talking with her nanny about this, and suddenly grows pensive. She says, "It was just like this last time. 'Just a little cold,' they said. 'She'll be home soon.'" The girl whips her head to look straight into her nanny's eyes and says, "What'll we do if Mommy dies?"

And the girl starts to cry. But she doesn't cover her face; her mouth opens wide, and she wails, and she just lets the tears flow down her cheeks. It's a striking moment, because it's so true. Neither overplayed nor underplayed. This is how life is, and this is how children react to it. We realize how much pain she feels, and Miyazaki doesn't try to hide it or make it more palatable.

That's impressive. And that's what Spirited Away is like -- Chihiro is afraid, often, and Miyazaki doesn't try to hide it. That's simply what's happening, so he shows it.

And yet he "shows what's happening" in such a beautiful way that I'm mesmerized by every scene. There's so much vibrancy to it all. It's incredible.

(Miyazaki also refrains from recycling any of his earlier character designs in Spirited Away, a fault that is quite noticeable in some of his other works.)

So. To sum up:

I've been sick.
Spirited Away rocks.
And Mike Toole can bite me.
Thu, 19 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 19, 2002

Happy Birthday, :-)

The :-) smiley turns 20 today. It was first proposed by Scott E. Fahlman (a CMU researcher) in 1982, a fact that was recently verified thanks to a 60-hour manhunt reminiscent of Speak Like a Child, where CMU sysadmins searched through dingy storage rooms for an ancient tape drive to read the backup tape containing Fahlman's original message.

Tue, 17 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:58 a.m.</p>

And here's another note: CQ is a romantic comedy about a movie director trying to make a goofy sci-fi fantasy. Sounds very cool.

Also interesting, in a completely different way, is Crossroads of Freedom, a look at the battle of Antietam that's earning rave reviews.

11:40 a.m.

"Intentional Programming is an extendible programming environment based on Active Source which was being researched by Microsoft. Program source is represented as a data structure rather than plain text. One of the most exciting concepts is that you can implement a system using domain-specific abstractions."

This is the brainchild of Charles Simonyi, longtime Microsoft developer and inventor of Hungarian notation and Microsoft Word, who today announced that he's leaving MS to found his own company, Intentional Programming Inc. The basic idea behind IP is to write software using an abstract interface, which figures out the exact implementation details on its own.

10:02 a.m.

And ooooooh, this rocks. WTG, Brennen!

Well, my schedule at work is slowly settling down. I'm a little less stressed now, and ready to figure out exactly what to do with my free time.

I nearly got myself involved in another alternative operating system yesterday (Syllable, which certainly looks cool). I was just skimming around, seeing what was happening with the ex-AtheOS crowd, and debated whether I shouldn't download it, try it out, and help out that little community.

It's funny, because I abandoned the AtheOS community only a few months ago because it was sucking up too much of my free time. There's nothing wrong with working on an alternative operating system, but it's the sort of project that isn't nearly as important as a lot of other things I could be doing. Ultimately, I'd rather spend my time learning to draw, or learning Japanese, or getting together with friends.

Mon, 16 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 16, 2002

This is cool: FTP-based source code control. Simple and effective. Fri, 13 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 13, 2002

Magic: The System

[Magic icon]

I've been struggling with a reasonable magic system for my IRC-based MUD. I want a system that is intricate, but easy to use. Last night, I came up with a system that I'm pleased with. Here's how it goes, though note that the details are open to change:

Through the ages, wizards have searched for sources of mystical power. Over time, they have discovered five sources of magical power, each of which is embodied in a color: Red Magic, the magic of chaos and destruction; Blue Magic, the magic of air and water; Green Magic, the magic of life and forests; White Magic, the magic of the mind; and Brown Magic, the magic of the earth.

[Slayn from Record of Lodoss War]

Each character has a skill level in each of these magical sources. A character with no magical ability has a skill level of 0 in all five sources. A character with some initial aptitude in magic will have a skill level of 1 in one of those sources, and will know a few random spells.

There are four types of spells:

  1. Enchantments, which only affect inanimate objects.
  2. Charms, which only affect animate objects (people, animals, or undead).
  3. Effects (there must be some better term for this), which are not directed at a specific thing. An example of this would be an Illumination effect.
  4. Enhancements, a special kind of spell which enhances a spell being cast. An example of this would be an enhancement that makes a charm last half again longer than it normally would.

Each of these spells has a casting minimum for a particular magical color, which is used to test to see if a particular spell works. This is best explained with an example. Let's say that the Stupify charm has a casting minimum of 20 for Blue Magic. If a player knows Stupify and attempts to cast it, the system multiplies the character's skill level in that spell's color -- Blue, in this case -- by 50, then picks a random number between 0 and that number. If our character has a skill of 1 in Blue Magic, the system would pick a random number between 0 and 50. If that random number is greater than the casting minimum for the spell, the spell is successfully cast.

[Lodoss war screenshot]

Once a player has racked up a lot of successful spell casts -- say, fifty -- the system announces to the player that s/he has increased in skill to the point where s/he can "level up" -- choose a color to increase in skill. Our player might choose Blue, so that s/he has a skill level of 2 and has a better chance of successfully casting a spell, or might choose another color so s/he can use spells from that color.

New spells are learned by reading about them. Some temples around town will have spells inscribed on the temple itself, so that some spells can be learned that way. Other spells may be hidden in libraries, on scrolls deep in Weirden, etc. Once a spell is learned, it doesn't go away (though I may eventually add a feature which makes characters forget a spell if they don't use it for a very, very long time, like a couple of years of game-time).

I use this system of learning spells for two major reasons. One, it gives players a reason to explore the world, to find new spells. Two, there's little reason for players to keep track of the locations at which they learned spells. They'll probably never have to go back. As a result, while players will probably point out these locations to other players, there won't be an incentive to build massive, canonical lists of all known spell locations.

(And if a particular spell becomes popular, we can always produce an event in the world which causes that location to be destroyed, and place an inscription for that spell somewhere else.)

After attempting to cast a spell, whether it succeeds or fails, there's a short "catching of breath" delay of perhaps ten seconds before the player can cast a spell again. This is to keep a high-level wizard from unleashing a barrage of low-level spells, multiple times per second, mowing down all enemies. I think it's more realistic for high-level wizards to concentrate on more powerful spells rather than a lot of little ones.

Enhancements can be added to any spell, but if the spell succeeds, that enhancement cannot be used again for a while (perhaps a day of game-time).

With this system, players have a fair amount of information to juggle: available spells, skill levels in the five magical sources, enhancements, etc. But it all operates at different scales; your skill levels will change slowly, your enhancements will change more rapidly, and you can be juggling individual spells more often than that. This should provide for an interesting system that won't completely overwhelm the player.

At least, that's the idea.

Thu, 12 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 12, 2002

I don't know quite how to describe it, so I'll just write it: I went to see Jan Karon, author of the Mitford series of books, Tuesday night.

I really enjoyed it. She talked about her books, answering some of the more frequently-asked questions, then opened up the floor. She spoke candidly and humorously about her life, and what brought her to write Mitford. It's amazing; she spent over a decade in advertising, pulling 16-hour days, and feeling completely empty inside, until she finally gave over her life (and her work, a distinctily separate operation) to God.

I was able to ask her how much preparation she does before she sits down to write, and she answered that she actually doesn't do much. She usually has a vague idea of where she's going to go, of how the story will end, but she has to create the story on demand, as she types.

I needed to hear that. I've been anxious to re-write the script for Murmur, and I've been worrying about my skills. Do I actually have the ability at this point to write this kind of story?

Jan Karon's words reminded me that so many authors have no idea what they're doing when they write, but they write anyway and hope for the best. Which is what I have to do. My confidence has been returning, and that will help, but I think I need to concentrate less on writing the next great children's film, and more on just crafting an interesting story.

Wed, 11 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 11, 2002

Weaponry

[Random cool image]

In pursuit of goal 3, ensuring that the IRC MUD is a good dungeon crawl, the player will need weapons to hack or bash away at the creepy undead that shuffle their way around Weirden. Okay. What sort of weapons are available to players?

Honestly, I'm tired of the standard weapons available in MUDs. There are always clubs, bows, knives, swords, and spears. While they do provide variety of combat, that whole system is just so boring.

Let's think about our own world. In the early Renaissance, despite the fact that the above weapons existed, did people carry battleaxes around on the street? Certainly not.

All right, then what if only certain weapons are available? You wouldn't walk into a weapons shop and see a rack of wooden clubs. But you would see swords, let's say.

In fact, Soul Hunters abandons the whole idea of the generic "weapons shop." There are shops for specific types of weapons -- sensible enough in a dangerous world -- so that the shops available limit the types of weapons available to the player.

Swords are popular, so there are Swords Dealers. Bows, too, are respectable. I can't imagine anyone selling clubs or spears, so they're out, though I suppose one might be able to find a club somewhere.

Won't this be boring in itself, though, with only a few kinds of weapons available? Well, for one thing, the game provides a wide variety of each type of weapon. You don't just buy a generic sword; you buy a rapier or a halberd or a broadsword or a scimitar or whatever. Moreover, players will be able to cast a wide variety of enchantments, so that your little rapier may have three simultaneous enchantments.

Also, weapons wear out over time. You'll be encouraged to explore different weapons, and different enchantment combinations.

Tue, 10 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:33 p.m.</p>

And I'm thrilled to notice thought-provoking new entries on both Saalon Muyo! and p1k3, after long droughts on both sites. Excellent.

12:41 a.m.

Non-Player Characters, Part 3

Okay, I can write all about this system that will generate NPCs, but how exactly will that be done?

I plan to use what I call computer-aided human creativity. A human will lay out all of the interesting bits, such as places for NPCs to work. The computer will take care of the mundane details, like the NPC's eye color and family history, though the human can always override the computer's choices.

This will all be driven by the concept of jobs. What jobs are needed in the world? If a human has created a bar, does it have a bartender? An NPC generator will check the world for available jobs, and create NPCs to fill those jobs.

However -- and this is important -- the system will also generate reports on the NPCs that exist in the world, so that humans can check the NPC generator's work. A human can spot inconsistencies that weren't programmed into the NPC generator, such as having way too many rich people for the economy to support (or no rich people at all).

But people don't always live where they work; they'll live in an apartment, for example. So, each NPC will have both a workplace and a residence, and will commute back and forth between those two (plus, perhaps, a bar in the evening). The NPC generator will tie a new NPC to a job and a residence. The NPC generation is based on the availability of a job, so that's guaranteed. Availability of a residence is not, so we'll have to make sure there are plenty of residences. A high-rise apartment complex, perhaps?

[Ragnarok image]

Non-Player Characters, Part 2

How do we go about creating realistic non-player characters (NPCs)? We want NPCs that have a certain amount of independence, but that also present interesting dramatic situations to the player.

Here's how I'm approaching the situation. For each NPC, you must define the following four things:

  1. Actions (common to all NPCs)
  2. Attributes
  3. Goals
  4. Behaviors

First, it's very important to delineate exactly how big an NPC's world is, so to speak. Can an NPC engage in sex? Probably not. So, what can an NPC do? That can be a surprisingly small list. The first stage involves figuring out exactly what actions an NPC can take, especially those actions that are visible to players.

Each character is defined by a set of attributes which defines how that character is different from other characters. How old is the NPC? What gender? Is he or she wealthy? Is he or she charismatic? These attributes can be generated by a program pretty easily, and that program can have some common sense about different combinations of attributes (such as making sure that a nine-year-old has no children).

Now things get interesting. We've defined the actions that all our NPCs can take, and we've defined physical and psychological attributes of each NPC. How do we make them dramatically interesting? We do that by defining goals for each NPC.

[Ragnarok image]

The scale of the goals is important. Very big goals -- "Take over the world," "Get rich," "Achieve spiritual enlightenment," etc. -- are difficult to translate into simple, concrete actions, and are often practically impossible for NPCs to accomplish. Very small goals -- "Walk home," "Eat a meal" -- will be accomplished very quickly, and will be dramatically uninteresting. We have to strike a balance: Goals that will take some time to complete, but won't take a lifetime. So, we have goals such as "Make $1,000," "Rescue my kidnapped brother," or "Find the Mystic Book of La-La Rue."

Once we've defined these goals for an NPC -- and an NPC can have multiple goals at once -- the NPC must then have some way of achieving these goals. I define this with what I call behaviors, which are mini-programs that the NPC follows to achieve some goal. There may be many different behaviors that can achieve a particular goal, so the system must pick one.

All right, so here's how it works in overview: First off, we define all the actions that NPCs can take. For each NPC we create, we define the attributes that make that NPC unique, we assign goals to that NPC, and we pick an appropriate behavior for each of those goals and assign that behavior to the NPC. The NPC will follow those behaviors in his or her everyday life.

Thu, 05 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 5, 2002
[Ragnarok image]

Non-Player Characters, Part 1

(I never much liked the term "Non-Player Character" (NPC); it seems too technical and abstract. Well, no matter.)

The players are not the only people in this environment; there are also NPCs, which are characters created by and controlled by the system. NPCs can be antagonistic, such as monsters, or friendly, like most merchants (and I just set up a system to define different levels of "friendliness" for NPCs).

So, how does the game represent these NPCs to the player? When I implemented this sort of system in the past, I had it work the same way that traditional RPG's work: the GM represents the NPCs, like so:

The Banshee slashes at you with her claws, doing 8 damage.

However, after doing this for awhile, I realized that it was rather unsatisfying to interact with NPCs "through" the GM, as you can see:

!ask Parn about castle
Parn says, "I don't know anything about the castle."

See how that's unnatural? It's frustrating to have to talk to the character through another person (even if the "person" is a bot, in this case).

[Ragnarok image]

With my IRC-based MUD, each NPC that's in the same room as the players will be played by a separate bot, which will join the channel when the players join the room, and part the channel when they leave the room. That bot's nick will be the same as the name of the character, and the players can interact with the bot directly.

This creates certain complexities. For example, the GM has to keep a stable of bots online at all times, and direct them to take on a particular persona and join the channel at appropriate times. For another, the bots will have to communicate with the GM if they are killed, and the outcome of any battle. Also, if the players start travelling across the world, it may be very annoying to see bots joining and parting the channel in massive waves as the players move from room to room.

So, we'll see how this works out.

Wed, 04 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:44 p.m.</p>

Objects

There's going to be stuff scattered around the world of my IRC-based MUD, and I need a way to represent that stuff. Here's the system I use:

The game has a set of base objects, which the system understands by default. This includes objects like doors, weapons, and containers (chests and bags). These objects each have a few basic attributes, like a description ("It's a door.").

In addition to the base objects, I have a file that defines a bunch of objects which inherit from other objects. So, for example, I have a chest object which inherits all the attributes of a "container" object, and adds more attributes, such as "weight," and changes some of the attributes, such as the description ("It's a chest.").

So, with this system, you can define very specific object types that piggy-back on existing objects, so that you don't have to define every little detail of every object.

This is made even more interesting by the fact that there are two kinds of attributes: normal attributes and player-modifiable attributes. Player-modifiable attributes can be changed by players. One example of this would be a "locked" attribute on a chest. The player can lock or unlock the chest at will.

Each room can have an object file defined for that room, which lists the objects stored in that room. If the object has any player-modifiable attributes, those attributes are listed in the object file, with their current state, so that players can modify that individual object without modifying either the original object definition or any other objects of the same type that are lying around the world.

So, a room description might look something like this:

On the floor is a chest, a knife, and a small amulet.

But there are some complexities here. For example, what if there are things in the chest? Well, first off, the chest has to be opened, and then the room would have to be described something like this:

On the floor is a chest (which contains a book and a scroll), a knife, and a small amulet.

This also means that, if someone tries to pick up the chest, they'll have to get the scroll and the book along with it, and they will have to stay inside the chest when they're moved. That can be tricky.

Moreover, a container can have other containers inside it, which can lead to complex situations like this:

On the floor is a chest (which contains a book and a jar (which contains a sack (which contains a brooch), a scroll, and a torch)), a knife, and a small amulet.

Also, it should be possible to have more than one object of the same type in a room, like so:

On the floor is a chest, a knife, a knife, and a small amulet.

So, what if the player wants to pick up the second knife in the room? I'll have to implement "first," "second," "third," etc. keywords, like so:

!get second knife

This is actually not too difficult, as the system can notice and keep track of each duplicate using numbers for each duplicate (the original is #1, the first duplicate is #2, etc.), then if the player specifies "first," "second," "third," etc., the system will translate that into a number ("first" = 1, "second" = 2, "third" = 3), and go to that object in the list of duplicates.

In other words, just sensibly implementing objects can be an amazingly intricate operation.

I haven't finished it yet, but I want to mention a really interesting book I started reading this week: Tears of the Giraffe by R. A. McCall Smith. It's set in modern-day Africa, but it's not about racism or genocide or starvation. It's about Africa as a place where people live. They get married, they have children, and they go about their lives. It's wonderfully refreshing. The book's written in a style not unlike that of a children's book -- direct and unassuming -- but I believe it's a detective story. Highly recommended. Mon, 02 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 2, 2002

Weather and Time

In pursuit of Goal 1 for my IRC-based MUD, "A good toy," I've implemented time, date, and weather systems for the world.

The time and date systems are fairly straightforward. The GM simply calculates the time based on the number of seconds since a set time, which is the compressed into game time. Game time is one-sixth real world time, so that two hours in the real world equals a full day in the game world.

The weather system extends this principle. After an hour passes in the game world (five minutes in the real world), the GM evaluates the current weather conditions, and changes them randomly. If it's sunny, the weather might become cloudy. If it's cloudy, it might begin to rain. And so forth.

Moreover, the room descriptions have been designed such that they can vary depending on the current weather conditions and the time of day. So, if the weather's rainy, a street may be described, "The cobbles shine in the rain." If it's night time, a room may be described, "The moonlight casts ghostly shadows about the room."

This increases the player's involvement in the world, and provides for a greater variety of play. The only major drawback of these systems is that they only work above-ground; they are pretty much useless when the player is dungeon crawling.

I use the term "pretty much useless" because the game could take advantage of the time of day and weather in interesting ways. For example, certain undead may be stronger during the night time -- whether aboveground or below -- and the sewers would certainly be more full and be flowing more strongly during a rain shower.

Sun, 01 Sep 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 8:40 p.m.</p>

iTeamwork.com continues to be my current favorite toy. It actually lets me be organized, without pushing a lot of pre-defined structure on me. I can add in a lot of work, and it stays nicely divided out, but I can also see that work from a variety of perspectives.

My latest programming project: an IRC-based MUD. I want to make, well, three things:

  1. A good toy. It'll hopefully be interesting and entertaining, but at the end of the day, it'll just be a way to blow off a few hours.
  2. An experiment in computer-generated drama. I can't necessarily generate interesting stories, but I would like to make a MUD that tries to keep the players' experience dramatically interesting.
  3. A fun dungeon crawl. If nothing else, I want it to be fun to dive into the abandoned caverns beneath the city and hack away at a few undead.

More information as the project progresses, if it does.

Thu, 31 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:24 a.m.</p>

Worse is better.

Tanjit. I wanted to get into the habit of writing journal entries that aren't responses to other journal entries, but I read this bleat from Lileks and was desperate to post a link. It deals with several wonderful magical facets of music.

 

Anyvay. I spent most of last night watching a tape of Eddie Izzard, a transvestite British comedian who manages to weave a hilarious two-hour routine out of historical analysis. He even manages to pull in some religious history and make it funny ("For example, you couldn't have the Spanish Inqusition in the Church of England. You just can't have extreme viewpoints there. It'd be like, 'Confess!' 'But it hurts!' 'Oh, I'm sorry; loosen it up a bit, will you?'").

I suppose I was surprised at this because I'm used to modern stand-up comedy, which pretty much comes down to either: Isn't modern city life funny? or Isn't $#@%ing modern city life $#@%ing funny? And you take your pick of modern social issues: racism, crime, politics. But that's all there is; we can't make fun of life in the 1950's, perhaps partially because people don't know much about the 1950's. There's no context.

...And tanjit again. I'm ranting. I really didn't want to rant.

I think I'll stop now until I have something more constructive to write.

>Writing Thoughts

I wrote a bit last night. Nothing much, just for half an hour or so. But so far I've written almost two full pages, single-spaced, of the first bit in this serial story idea I've had. And that feels good. I'm writing again. And it's decent prose, or at least, better prose than I'd feared it would be.

The title for either the series as a whole or this bit of it (I haven't decided which yet) is Seeing Things Invisible, from a quote by Jonathan Swift: "Vision is the art of seeing things invisible." It's a good metaphor for the mindset of these characters, all politicians of various sorts. They see the things invisible every day.

This bit I've written is a simple introduction, a description of one character's entrance to the city and introduction to his new home, as an Ambassador to the High Court of Suranta. The whole passage is dramatically uninteresting, as it's all set-up with no purpose. I'm simply describing the carriage ride, his entrance to the house, and the servants. It's a reasonable prologue to the main story, but that's about all it's worth.

Wed, 30 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:26 p.m.</p>

Patterns for Teaching

The Anti-Mac Interface isn't an anti-Apple page; it's about challenging the classic Macintosh Interface Design Principles, upon which modern GUIs are based. The page raises all sorts of interesting issues, like:

  • Metaphors are too constraining in a digital environment
  • WYSIWYG tends to become WYSIAYG (What You See Is All You Get), in which functionality is limited to that which can be displayed on the screen
  • "Full user control" over the system usually translates into lots of direct manipulation which could otherwise be automated (see the innumerable Unix shell scripts which automate operations which must be performed manually in a GUI).
  • Distinct modes in software can be incredibly useful, and are quite natural to humans.
Mon, 28 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 28, 2002
"If your right eye causes you to sin, if necessary gouge it out and throw it away."
-- Jesus Christ (0-33 A.D.)

Okay, I'm at work, and I can't stare straight at my monitor any more. So, this is a good opportunity to write the journal entry that I e-mailed a few close friends about yesterday. Which strikes me as temporally complex, but then, I like that sort of thing.

(This is from a man who, when e-mailing reminders to himself, signs them as "Brent of the Past". When I receieve them, they're always from me in the past. But I always have a bit of logical difficulty actually typing, in the present, "Brent of the Past.")

...Ahh, good, I've already tripped gaily down a weird tangent when introducing an important blog entry. Blog Cliche #1...check.

Seriously. I've been struggling for awhile with a tendency to look at naughty pictures on the internet (no, I won't provide hyperlinks, though it would sure make my access logs entertaining). For a while, I pretended it was no big deal, and then when I realized it was a big deal, tried to stop.

I couldn't.

Now, to understand the impact of this, know that I am a disciple of the Science Fiction Heroism school of self-improvement. Mankind can grow great, if only it tries! So, I tried. I saw myself as a stoic Paul Atreides or Spock or John Sheridan or Louis Wu or what-have-you. I thought of myself as at least trying to be that hero. I could do anything if I just tried hard.

I couldn't.

In other words, I was addicted to porn. It was a plain fact. I couldn't go more than a few days without spiralling down into the same old behavior.

So, I went to a counsellor. That's been going very well, and I've been learning a lot about myself, but there's been one bone of contention. My counsellor's pointed out that, realistically, there's only one way to beat an addiction: Abstinence. Serious abstinence.

I resisted this for a long time, until finally on Saturday when I spiralled back down into that well of inexplicable behavior, and I finally decided that that was enough, that I was ready to get rid of this, and I was going to take the plunge.

Starting last night, I began a planned two-week vacation from the internet. I still have access at work, and I'll use that on off-hours if I need to for some specific purpose (frex, I need to buy some cheap plane tickets). But for the next two weeks, I won't even switch on my home computer.

Two weeks from now, I'll start using my computer again (under supervision, no less!), but only for e-mails. And then, after awhile, maybe I'll be able to start surfing the web.

If this sounds extreme to you, you're right. It is extreme. But it's my duty as a man and as a Christian to solve this. It's not right for me to be in bondage to this. I'm systematically engaged in a destructive behavior which I can't stop. If I have to be drastic to deal with it, then fine.

(And yes, pornography is destructive, in lots of ways. I won't go into it here, but suffice to say that I use that term intentionally.)

And, really, is my behavior all that drastic? I'm just giving up e-mail and the web for two weeks. Am I that dependent on modern technology that I can't survive without it? I should hope not. I'm actually looking forward to it, as I'll have a little extra time to devote to other pursuits, like reading, writing, and catching up on my anime collection.

Of course, this opens up a much larger question: What would my life be like if I permanently abandoned the computer? I feel no need to do so, but it's an interesting thought experiment.

What would your life be like?

Fri, 25 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:52 p.m.</p>

Saalon: Check out SoulHuntersStoryCards (the overview) and SoulHuntersEngineeringTasks (the nitty-gritty).

Okay, Brennen sort of threw down the gauntlet, so I'll talk about schooling.

Here's the cycle that I see most students fall into in school (elementary school through college):

  1. The semester begins. The students read through the material along with the teacher every day, and do their homework, but that's it. They don't (or can't) pay attention on a level that's needed to really get the material.
  2. A test approaches. The students spend lots of extra time reviewing the material that will likely be on the test, over and over.
  3. The students take the test. The cycle repeats, replacing "semester" with "testing period" or what-have-you.

Now, I'm not going to rant about how this is a completely brain-dead way of learning or teaching. This system evolved for sensible reasons, and I won't discuss them mainly because that's not germane to my main point. It's not optimal, and I want to figure out ways to improve it.

Moreover, I'm not going to write about alternative teaching methods. There are lots of other ways of doing teaching -- Process Learning or Extreme Teaching, for example -- but I want to focus on ways to improve learning within the current "TTT" education system ("Talk-Talk Teaching").

The current learning method employed by the vast majority of students strikes me as quite lopsided.

Let's think about how people learn outside of formal education, but with somebody to teach them. Let's take home repair as an example. Let's say that I want to learn how to construct a simple play house for my children (four walls and a ceiling, plus a door). I have a friend who's a handyman. How would I learn this skill from him?

Ideally, the contractor would take me to a home improvement store, show me what to buy and why, and help me to purchase the materials. He'd then show me how to assemble the pieces of the play house, and I'd attempt to build it. He'd offer running advice, and help me whenever I got stuck, until the play house was complete.

Now, pay attention to this part: After I assembled that play house, I should be able to construct many more play houses, without my friend's help.

In other words, I learn this skill the first time I'm introduced to it. I may need additional help later, but the focus is on getting it right the first time, so to speak.

Contrast that with the formal education model, where students are introduced to a topic, then must review it over and over and over again before they understand it. This seems backwards.

Instead, there needs to be a focus on immediate learning, and I think that both the students and the teachers can help this.

Let's focus on the students for now. How can students improve their "immediate learning?" By concentrating on their material at the beginning of the semester, not the end. By trying to subsume it into their subconscious as soon as possible.

This is not to suggest that students should work harder; they already do what I'm suggesting when a test looms dark on the horizon. I'm suggesting that they do it when the subject is introduced, by either the teacher or the book.

Tangent: Why does nobody read the book before class? It gives you a terrific introduction to the material, so that you're already near the same wavelength as the teacher when the class begins.

Tangent 2: I'm struck now at the similarities between this and recent efforts (like Extreme Programming) to change software engineering. Typically, software products require tons of work near the end of the development cycle, as developers gasp under loads of bug reports. Now there are movements to shift that work towards the beginning of development. Example from a project that incorporates the new way of working:

We're launching the beta on October 15th -- just three days away! ... On good teams, the days before shipping just get quieter and quieter as programmers literally run out of things to do one at a time. (Yesterday I took the day off to explore New York City with my wee niece and nephews.)
-- Joel Spolsky

Unfortunately, software engineering and teaching are so different that they have few useful parallels.

Back to the main point: Okay, great, so students should study the material really hard at the beginning of the semester. Why?

  • It gives you time later in the semester.
  • It gives you a concrete foundation in the material, so that you don't have to learn simple concepts later in the semester when you're introduced to more difficult concepts.
  • It's more similar to the natural way of learning than traditional, formal education.

There are probably other advantages, but these are all I can think of at the moment.

Now, how about methods to improve the student's retention of these concepts? Our example provides an important concept: practical application. Even if the class doesn't provide the opportunity to use the skills you're learning, do it yourself. Assign yourself a project that you can only do with the skills you'll learn. Do it for real.

Wow. This is turning into a manifesto. I might be able to come up with a real, practical methodology out of this. Extreme Learning, perhaps?

Either way, I've run out of steam. Let's chew on this for awhile. Would someone care to post their own thoughts?

Thu, 24 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 24, 2002

Arg! I've been trying to post this to my writing journal all day, but the FTP server keeps conking out on me. So, I'll post it here and sort this out later (it should have been posted at 3:48 p.m. yesterday).

So. I wrote five paragraphs last night.

It was five paragraphs of fiction, and fiction I'm proud of, which was the important bit. Other than an ill-advised horror short story, I haven't written a word of fiction in about three years.

It's odd. I got my first computer when I was 14, and after a whirlwind romance with Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, I began writing my own fantasy novel. Yes, just like every other 14-year-old who reads The Lord of the Rings. But how many of them put it online?

Anyvay, while I never finished my Great American Fantasy Novel (okay, I sort of finished A Joining of Powers, but it ended up being a novella), I continued writing fiction for years. Some of it was science fiction and some of it was fantasy, but I was always writing something. Then college intervened with all the subtlety of the Tazmanian Devil, and whenever I had the urge to write, I found I had something to study for.

(I wonder if the traditional approach to schooling -- (1) Listen to professor, (2) Wait for test, (3) Study for test -- isn't fundamentally wrong, but that's a subject for another entry.)

After college, I wrote a few things for Daemonsong, and attempted to write a few scripts for my animated projects, but nothing materialized. Had I lost my Muse?

No; I'd just tuned him out (yes, my Muse is a him...and his name is Murray, thank you). Writing requires a certain frame of mind, a certain openness to story ideas and characters. Once you've been writing for awhile, in the middle of a conversation with a co-worker you'll find yourself thinking, This would make a great sub-plot for a mystery story. For some people, this frame of mind comes naturally, while for others, their mind has to grow into that frame of mind as it gets used to writing. And if you stop writing for a while, your mind stops generating those ideas. Or ignores them, I'm not sure which.

In any event, thanks to a talk with Saalon, I decided to take a story idea from several years ago, develop it into a setting, and write vignettes set in that setting. The idea is to have something I can write, just for myself, that will get me back into the writing frame of mind. I'm forcing myself to be as freely creative as possible -- if I want to introduce a character, I'll just introduce him or her, making up everything off the cuff if I haven't thought of it ahead of time.

It went well. I enjoyed myself, and my policy of free creativity allows me to just enjoy the act of writing on a level that I haven't felt for years.

Wed, 23 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:56 p.m.</p> "Just the place for a Snark!" the Bellman cried,
    As he landed his crew with care;
Supporting each man on the top of the tide
    By a finger entwined in his hair.

It's all too common. You sneer at something, like free verse, then somebody comes along and blows you away with an amazing example, this time courtesy of Brennen. This is how free verse has power, how it can communicate in a way that I've honestly never seen in any other medium. Tue, 22 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:46 p.m.</p>

Just read an enthusiastic review in strategy+business for The Merchant of Prato: Francesco di Marco Datini, 1335-1410, the complete memoirs of an early Renaissance businessman. According to the review, the book is fascinating partly because Francesco faced such similar worries in his day as we do today. I just ordered a used copy through Amazon.com, out of idle curiosity.

1:53 p.m.

Hmmm. Apparently AnimationStand provides a full-scale traditional animation suite, and it has a free download version that lets you do everything except export to resolutions larger than 256x192. Seems sensible to me. I've been wanting to try my hand at some real animation; this strikes me as a sensible way to try it.

My gosh. They want second-graders to pledge allegiance to dirt.

I agree with Lileks here. There's a line between respecting "Mother Earth" and worshipping it, and this pledge crosses it. We can and should understand and attempt to work within the ecological balance of our planet, but this pledge elevates ecological concerns almost to a religious level. Lileks puts it best:

"When you set it up a pledge to the meter of the Pledge of Allegiance to the flag, I'll take you at your word. Either you regard this as more important or just as important, and on those points reasonable people can disagree."
-- James Lileks, Oct. 22, 2002 Bleat
Mon, 21 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 21, 2002 [Tsukikage Ran image]

A few random notes today:

Excellent article pointing out that open source systems aren't inherently more secure than closed-source systems, and discussing some of the reasons why that is.

Tsukikage Ran is my latest favorite anime series. It's a parody of Japanese samurai "buddy" shows (wherein a competent samurai and his sidekick wander rural Japan), but presented as more of a comedy, where the two protagonists are female. It has that ability seen in series like Tenchi Muyo! to balance action, comedy, drama, and character development evenly. The characters are great. This should not be surprising, as it's the latest series from Daichi Akitaro (of the ridiculously popular comedies Kodomo no Omacha and Jubei-Chan, and the brilliant dramatic action series Now and Then, Here and There).

Thu, 17 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:18 p.m.</p>

This is brilliant, but for programmers only (or at least those familiar with programming languages), I'm afraid.

10:32 a.m.

And Lileks is a solid personal weblog/article site. I should note that the author is pretty solidly politically Conservative, but his opinions are well-grounded in what appears to be a lot of serious thought. Moreover, I find him to be extremely entertaining:

"The US party calls in mortar fire on the enemy positions. The UN party stands up, climbs over the lip of the trench, and recites Robert's Rules of Order as it approaches the machine-gun positions. Yea, though I walk through the shadow of death I shall fear no evil, for evil is specifically prohibited under Article 4, subclause B." -- J. Lileks, The Screed about Paul Wellstone

10:32 a.m.

And here's something John C. Dvorak says about the "Betrayals of Technology," that technology really hasn't made our lives better, just different. I can't disagree.

Technology makes some things better, but it makes other things worse. It's a trade-off, and not always a balanced one. Look at e-mail: I have to make time to check my e-mail every day. And a lot of the time, I do it just so I can delete the spam for cheap Viagra. Sure, e-mail lets me hold some fascinating conversations, and keeps me connected in other ways using listservs and the like, but it's at the expense of, say, half an hour a day. I'm spending one-fiftieth of my life reading and answering e-mail.

Or how about cel phones? Just think of the amount of time you spend turning your cel phone on and off, making sure you're taking it with you, and learning new features. For a lot of us, it's worthwhile, but there are significant costs to the experience.

What really concerns me about this is society's perennial fascination with new technology. As soon as a new product is announced, if it sounds even vaguely useful, people start to praise it and lust after it. From Linux to PDAs to the Segway, the trend is the same. Do we really expect that the next innovation will come at no cost?

I knew I loved John C. Dvorak. Wed, 16 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 16, 2002

Saalon has an article about how he thinks he may have Seasonal Affective Disorder. Interesting. I'll respond, but first: My first reaction upon hearing about another "disorder" is to roll my eyes. I think that a lot of disorders are simply labels of normal or slightly unusual behavior. OTOH, they may very well be accurate diagnoses.

So, let's dive into this one. I'm going to present two responses, the Devil's Advocate (DA) and my own opinion.

[This morning] I woke up in the near dark after clearly getting enough sleep and yet still being tired and cranky. I had gone through the summer having no problems getting up for work, but now I was suddenly wanting to call off just so I could conk back out. What was going on?

DA: You were just sleepy. We all have times when we just don't want to go to work; this was one of those times.

Me: I'm going to side with DA on this one; it sounds like you were just getting up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.

[SAD] is caused by "a biochemical imbalance in the hypothalamus due to the shortening of daylight hours and the lack of sunlight in winter"

DA: So your hypothalamus switches its chemicals output because there's less sun beating down on your head? Huh?

Me: This does seem strange, though it's possible. The brain's chemical throughput seems to be based on all sorts of stimuli. Heck, if we can get an adrenaline surge just by seeing something that we classify as disturbing, why can't the hypothalamus need a lot of light?

[Symptoms include] "...desire to oversleep and difficulty staying awake..." and "...feeling of fatigue and inability to carry out normal routine..." and also "...loss of self-esteem...hopelessness and despair...apathy and loss of feelings..." Ok this is just creepy. This is my mood in the winter, nearly every winter.

DA: This is describing either normal fatigue or mild depression. This is a full-scale disorder?!?

Me: Okay, that is interesting. I'll agree with DA that these symptoms seem awfully generic, but it is suspicious that all of these symptoms apply perfectly.

I've traditionally, for instance, had a problem with second semesters in college. I charge through first semester, or at least most of it, but when the second semester starts I'm suddenly unwilling to wake up for class, do homework or even much of anything else.

DA: That sounds like being tired out after a full semester of schoolwork. The second semester is almost always harder than the first, and if you've just pushed through one full semester, after coming back from a (usually stressful) Christmas holiday, it's only natural to feel pooped out.

Me: I'm going to side with DA here. It's certainly possible that this is due to the seasons, but I think DA's explanation is just as likely.

...attendance at work: I called off all of once all summer, from March until September. And yet I called off nearly once a month, if not more, through winter. Only one of those calloffs was due to exstreme illness. The rest was just feeling more blah than usual.

DA: This could coincidence, or related to increased stress at work, or a number of other factors. Saalon's been going through a lot at work, and that probably subconsciously affected his desire to go to work.

Me: Hmmmmm. That is strange.

Finally, it seems there's often a period of "hypomania or hyperactivity" when Spring hits. Oh, you mean like outlining and finishing a script in a week after a winter of not doing anything at all? Perhaps.

DA: I'm betting on coincidence here. A period of inactivity happened to coincide with the winter months, and afterwards you (naturally) wanted to be really productive. This could be your brain overcompensating for a perceived lack of productivity.

Me: I have to disagree with DA; this is fairly strong evidence.

So, overall, I'm not sure about this. It's an interesting possibility, but I wouldn't put a large bet on Saalon suffering from this disorder (with an incredibly apt acronym; I wonder if it's intentional).

Tue, 15 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:41 p.m.</p>

From JavaLobby (free reg. required), an article about re-organizing that site into a community that can evangelize Java to the world. It ends with a call to arms about a number of topics, and this one struck me:

"How can we help get an informed, attractive message about the qualities of Java technology out to the thousands of people who take their first steps into the world of software each and every day?" -- Rick Ross

My answer: Oh, Light, please don't.

The "unwashed masses" who are just stepping into software don't care about Java, and they shouldn't. Technology is a tool to help people work and play more effectively. The last thing that newbies need when trying to understand desktops and digital cameras and operating systems is an advertisement for Java.

Okay, that makes sense. But what about developers? They need to be aware of different technologies, but do they really need more Java prosyletizing?

Here's an interesting Wiki sub-site on Soft Security. "The idea is to protect the system and its users from harm, in gentle and unobtrusive ways. Thu, 10 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:59 p.m.</p>

You may have noticed some slight changes in this website. I'm experimenting with color and presentation a bit, cleaning up the code slightly. Let me know what you think.

Wow. You know Godwin's Law, "As a Usenet discussion grows longer, the probability of a comparison involving Nazis or Hitler approaches one"? Well, Godwin talks about it. It was a conscious effort on his part in memetic engineering. Wed, 09 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:49 p.m.</p>

And here's why I love Google News: Three articles about the same event, all offering fascinating perspectives. The event in question is Tom Petty's new album, "The Last DJ," which laments the current state of radio.

...meanwhile, from an article about the Franfurt Book Fair, an unfortunate typo:

"Yet the picture is not all bleak. Some sectors are booming, notably the comics division, which has nearly tripled in size since being launched in 2000, with 86 exhibitors this year and highlighting cartoon novels from Japan, known as magnas, the most popular comics worldwide."

Ouch.

Brennen has a little rant about doing "real research." It got me wondering: What is "real research?"

I'm pretty much convinced that real research, as practiced by professionals, is just as haphazard as the research we all do when looking into any new subject of interest. I think that a lot of researchers type their search into Google. Sure, they may have access to trade publications, and they can do more research than that -- library card-catalog searches, for example -- but even that is awfully random ("What do you mean there's no listing for Dune?"). I don't know why I think this, but I'm pretty sure it's accurate.

How else can you do research?

Tue, 08 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:27 a.m.</p>

Bookshelved is a relatively new Wiki devoted to literature. It strikes me as a perfect application of the Wiki concept: collaborative creation of a database of authors and books, including discussion, using a simple interface. Not unlike the IMDb, except without a complicated registration process (which can be good and can be bad).

Also, Bookshelved has an intriguing notion that a Wiki can be seen as a game.

Brennen writes a fascinating article about medieval outlaws in folklore.

Meanwhile, I've been neglecting this diary for awhile. What's new?

I've seen Spirited Away three times in the past three weeks, and re-watched Princess Mononoke with a friend on Sunday. I've been on a major Miyazaki kick recently, especially with my Miyazaki Marathon a few weeks back, and I'm beginning to realize that I'm ready to stop. I love Miyzaki's works, and I've been happy to learn from them, but I think I've learned all I want to. "The truth suffers from overanalysis," to quote the Fremen, and I'm very near the point where Miyazaki's works become so familiar that they lose their magic. Perhaps it's time for me to consciously step away from those works.

I'm also becoming a bit frustrated with the fact that, while I'm now keeping up pretty well with my responsibilities and desires, I'm not moving forward with Murmur of a Summer's Day. Murmur is what I want to give to the world, and I feel that perhaps it should take priority over a few other things in my life.

The problem, as usual, is time. I need to just set aside some time, every week at least, to work on Murmur. And if I can't get to my calligraphy or piano practicing because of it, that's fine.

Okay. In writing this, I have decided: I'll spend at least an hour, maybe two, every Thursday night working on Murmur. And this means really working on it: writing the script, or drawing storyboards.

It's time.

Fri, 04 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:02 p.m.</p>

The entire script of The Princess Bride. Ahhh, I'd forgotten how great this is.

IMPRESSIVE CLERGYMAN
(clears his throat, begins to speak)
Mawidge...mawidge is what bwings us togewer today...
He has an impediment that would stop a clock.

Signal vs. Noise is a weblog from the team at 37signals. At SVN, you'll find musings and dialogue on the web world, design, entertainment, politics and whatever else they feel like talking about on a given day. They also have a cool website called Design Not Found with their thoughts on various website designs. Thu, 03 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:33 p.m.</p>

Huh. Argentosoma is an anime mech series coming to American shores. Looks very funky.

3:39 p.m.

How Software Companies Die, by Orson Scott Card. Heh.

3:39 p.m.

Hey, CD Japan has a lovely new interface. And it's a great place to find Japanese anime and music directly from Japan.

I've been spending a lot of time lately on the Extreme Programming section of the WikiWikiWeb. There's a lot of material on there for those interested in the concepts behind Extreme Programming (XP).

I've had the typical reaction to XP, it seems -- initial fear and repugnance at the name, followed by curiosity, acknolwedgment, and strong belief. XP is so right about so many things, without trying to be the be-all, end-all software development methodology. I like it a lot.

And I've been struggling lately to complete a re-write of Points of View -- a bad idea to begin with -- so I'm thinking of implementing a few XP practices for future POV development. I've posted some Story Cards to the POV section of my new Wiki, which I think clarifies the design of POV nicely. It's harder for me to develop up-front programmatical tests for POV, but I think I can at least write textual tests ("When clicking here, this must happen"). If nothing else, that would codify the exact functionality needed in the system.

Tue, 01 Oct 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 1, 2002
"New Music Jukebox, an imaginatively conceived online library sponsored by the American Music Center, might wind up as the digital equivalent of [a] slush pile. But it also has the potential to bring a wider variety of works by American composers to the attention of performers, students, artistic administrators, choreographers and critics...the site will function as a clearinghouse where anyone can search for works by composer, genre or instrumentation and access score or sound files directly or via links to publishers."
-- Barbara Jepson in today's issue of the Wall Street Journal.

Not exactly "imaginative" -- I know that other sites have tried to do the same thing -- but certainly worthwhile. I wish them luck, and look forward to perusing the site when it launches on October 9.

Tue, 26 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:08 p.m.</p>

In other news, they're remaking Solaris.

This would mean nothing to me if I hadn't accidentally watched a good portion of this Russian film from 1972 that, if personified, would surely be Ben Stein's character in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. It is probably the most boring science fiction film I've ever seen, and that includes all those boring parts of 2001 and THX-1138.

Note to self: If I ever make a movie, avoid excessive numerals in the title.

This was a dog of a film. There was one scene that seemed to end when the actors get bored and wander off. All the actors looked like they were heavily sedated throughout the whole movie, even during the sex scenes (which were not explicit).

Note to self: If I ever make a movie, hire actors who can display emotions beyond "Listless." It's like the sketch from MST3K in which Mike had to guess the protagonist's emotional reaction to a variety of circumstances; every answer was "Dull surprise."

So I was intrigued to read that Hollywood is remaking this rock of a film, starring George Clooney and a few other actors I've never heard of. It's being directed by Steven Soderbergh and produced by James Cameron, which really tells us nothing -- it could be a brilliant meeting of creative minds, or it could be a twisted train wreck. It's also based on a Stanislaw Lem novel, which apprently the American producers used as a basis more than the Russian film. And again, that tells us almost nothing.

But I came across this thoughtful review by David Elliott, which seriously impressed me with statements like "Used before as an improved Tom Selleck with a stone cladding of Cary Grant, Clooney is not doing the breezy dude stuff that has endeared him to audiences. But he is really acting, not sporting." Whether he's right or not, this guy's analyzing performances. (I can't wait to read Ebert's review.)

Also, Clooney's been saying that this was his toughest performance to date, which isn't saying a whole lot, but is still a statement worth considering. You can say that an acting job was fun, or interesting, or unusual, but tough? That's pretty uncommon.

You also have to be impressed by the fact that the film has no action sequences. None. Think about the science fiction of the past five years, and name one that has no action sequences. Even the thoughtful ones like Gattaca can't claim that.

Note to self: If I ever make a movie, consider making a science fiction film with no action sequences. Hmmmmmm.

Pharmaceutical heiress Ruth Lilly is giving half a billion dollars to Poetry Magazine.

What good will this accomplish?

Mon, 25 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 25, 2002

I'm back from a great weekend with Saalon, during which our most important achievement was our work on the Daemonsong website.

Daemonsong is now live.

And thanks to our application of Extreme Programming practices, it all works. It all works. Some of the back-end stuff doesn't work yet, but that's okay. The public website works.

I'm repeating that because it's so rare. Far too many development projects are released to the public incomplete. Far too often, you see statements like, "I put together this website...some of the things don't quite work right yet, but at least the content is there."

Not for me. Since we used XP practices like You Aren't Gonna Need It and Do The Simplest Thing That Could Possibly Work, the Daemonsong website is alive and fully functional. Did we implement every feature we would like to have? No. But that's less important than developing a consistent, complete site that supports the existing content. We can add message boards (which will probably be a Wiki), site searching, and any other neat features later. But the site works right now, for the content it has now, and that's more important than developing for the future.

Fri, 22 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 22, 2002

In the early 1930s, Disney animators were struggling to bring the same depth of acting skills to their cartoon characters that actors were achieving in live-action films. Cartoons are a deliberately simplified representation of reality, stripped of the incredibly complex subtleties we are accustomed to in the real world. These animators realized that they could never portray the same subtleties through animation, since the medium was too broad by nature. Instead, they exaggerated all the subtle body language and emotional expressions made by actors until they became almost a pantomime of good acting. Through exaggeration, cartoons are able to elicit very powerful emotional responses from an audience, because cartoon acting is a concentrated version of live acting.

...The key that Disney animators ultimately found to creating the illusion of life was showing their characters thinking. Making a character aware of its environment has an incredible impact on its believability. If your character examines its surroundings and the other characters in it, it automatically appears to be thinking about what it's looking at. Awareness doesn't just end with where a character looks, it extends to its reactions to its environment. A character can give emotional responses to what it sees, such as surprise, fear, happiness, and so on.

-- Toby Gard, June 20, 2000
Thu, 21 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 21, 2002

Here are the promised pictures of my new bedroom. Wed, 20 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:14 p.m.</p>

Please read my manifesto about the way I'd like to run a company, and comment by editing the page (click the "Edit text of this page" link at the bottom of the page).

I realized today that I'm living a science fiction novel.

And not in that happy, Star Trek, gee-whiz-cel-phones-are-almost-magical sense. I'm living a Frederik Pohl novel, whose name should be sufficient warning in itself.

Here's the situation: I work in an open office environment. I work in one huge room with two lines of five-foot dividers making a "hallway" down the center, and low three-foot dividers separating squares in which four desks are arranged in the corners of the square. Very straightforward and economical.

The problem is the oft-bemoaned constant distraction of co-workers chatting, taking phone calls, and so forth. But the problem is deeper than that, and today I realized what it's like.

In Pohl's novel Gateway (see lots of thoughtful analysis), humans have discovered a massive space station left behind by a long-dead race of aliens. The station is filled with old space ships, capable of travelling the stars at incredible speed, allowing a trip to nearby stars in only a few minutes or hours. The problem is that nobody can figure out the aliens' navigation system, so people are allowed to enter a lottery in which they and several others get into a ship and try a random, fully automated trip to the stars, which usually lasts a few weeks, with big money waiting for them when they return. And most of them do.

The crucial psychological problem with going on these trips -- when you get past the concept that you might not come back -- is that you spent several weeks in intimate proximity with several other human beings, twenty-four hours a day, with nothing to do but entertain yourselves. No matter how much you like them, or even love them, you can't help but be annoyed by some particular habit or character trait. Everyone evolves these tiny grudges, which they won't bring out into the open, and thus frustration festers. It wears down the psyche.

And this is the problem I'm having with the open office environment. Everyone's constantly being exposed to everyone else, and at some point, petty annoyances begin to build. It's unavoidable. This is why healthy societies ensure that citizens have some privacy. But the open workspace environment forces everyone to be influenced by everyone else, all the time, and it taxes the mind. Unavoidably.

This is the second piece of solid reasoning I have against the open office argument, the first being that humans need to spend at least fifteen minutes working before they can efficiently concentrate on it, and the open environment is constantly distracting, meaning that employees can never enter that mental state called "flow", meaning that the open office environment decreases employee productivity. To me, these two bits of reasoning provide a solid basis for rejecting open office environments.

I'm beginning to think that I need to develop a list of business practices that I intend follow should I ever run a business.

Tue, 19 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 19, 2002

I've been reading the books of the Apocrypha recently, those bits of the traditional Bible that have been left out in more modern versions. It's been a useful experience, as I've gotten a feel for the books. Most of them are purely historical, or collections of proverbs, and understandably uninteresting to most readers.

But I read the book of Tobit last night, and I was bowled over. It's a genuinely well-written story.

And that's what amazed me: it's a good story. The entire book is one continuous story (much like the book of Ruth, for example), with no sidetracking. It's a joy to read.

I'm sad to realize that most Christians will never read Tobit.

(I'm afraid my writing is rather disorganized today; I feel tired and disoriented. It's purely physical, I think; comparatively little sleep the past few nights, combined with a long, deep sleep last night, have made me feel like the boar tribe in Princess Mononoke: "We grow small, and we grow stupid.")

Mon, 18 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 18, 2002

Sorry for not posting for awhile; my parents have been literally tearing my room apart for the past week, redecorating it as my birthday present this year. And WOW, did they do a fabulous job. My bedroom is now a medieval sitting room. I plan to post pictures once they finish the details.

IAE, our cable modem is routed through my room, so while my parents were painting and staining my floor, the cable modem was sitting in the hallway, disconnected. Ah well.

Fortunately, I don't have anything major to report. I'll be flying up to meet with Saalon this weekend. My iBook, named Navi, is a beautiful piece of equipment, which I'm loving, particularly the speech recognition.

On a completely different note: Nooface is a Slashdot for alternative user interfaces, particularly the next stage after GUIs.

Fri, 15 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 15, 2002

This is useless?!? It's entrancing.

And I mean that, blast it. His writing sucks me in, and I surface at the end of it not knowing how long I've been reading. That's the mark of great writing. Whether Brennen's writing is great or not, it's certainly worth preserving and getting more of.

Please, Bren, write more. Please.

(more later)

Mon, 11 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 11, 2002

I have completed my two-week vacation from the internet.

And not only was I okay, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. The internet -- as wonderful as it can be -- tends to be a massive time sink, and I found that keeping my distance from it gave me some perspective. I still don't plan to renounce the digital world, but...well, now there's a "but."

These past two weeks have given me the opportunity to prove to myself that I am not defined by my internet connection. Nobody consciously thinks that they are defined by anything ("Me? Why, yes, I am defined by the clothes I wear"), but even if you aren't, proving to yourself that you aren't can boost your morale and confidence quite a lot.

Beyond that, this experience has made me appreciate our vast digital toolset. I can live without e-mail or Travelocity, but e-mail and Travelocity are undeniably valuable tools.

On the gripping hand, I had to forego MapQuest several times recently, and got directions the old-fashioned way, with a physical map. I was a bit worried about this, as I'd have to......find my destination and write out the directions myself. Horrors. But not only was it surprisingly quick and easy to do, I internalized the route better than I would have by slavishly following MapQuest's step-by-step directions. MapQuest is a great tool, but it's just a tool.

[iBook]

In other news, I bought an iBook on Saturday. Yes, I've gone over to the Dark Side.

Seriously, here's my reasoning: I've been itching to buy a reasonably up-to-date computer system, and I've wanted a portable for years now. I also want to edit videos and make animations, which the Mac is designed for. I didn't want to spend too much money, so I settled for the iBook.

And I must admit, it is a beautiful piece of technology. I expected MacOS X to be too cartoony, but in my experience, it's more slick and polished than cartoony. Moreover, each flashy effect has a purpose. The "Genie" effect, for example, is used to minimize and maximize windows, and it's an accurate representation of what's happening to the window. It's simply flashier than Windows' simple animation.

In terms of raw functionality, OS X strikes me as extremely well-designed. Everything's just a lot simpler to use on my iBook than it is on Windows, without sacrificing functionality. Things just work. I plugged the iBook into my home network, and not only was I immediately connected to the network, I was immediately online. No configuration. Boom, I'm online.

I have my quibbles; I dislike the fact that I can close all the windows of an application, but the application will still be running. Sure, it can be convenient, but it's magical functionality ("Ha ha! You thought you got rid of the application, but it's actually still running!"). There are bugs here and there, and the exact mapping of the GUI over the Unix BSD layer is sometimes mismatched slightly.

But all of that is forgiven for what is possibly my favorite feature of MacOS X, something I've been wanting for years: speech recognition as a command interface. I'm not talking about dictation; I'm talking about saying out loud, "Computer, quit this application" and the application quits. I've been using it ever since I found it, and it's a fabulous way of interacting with your computer, particularly when trying to launch an application. Rather than hunting through a menu, I just say, "Navi, Unreal Tournament" and UT loads (yep, I downloaded the demo...and it's a blast).

Wed, 06 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 6, 2002

Arg. I've spent the past two weeks happily looking forward to a trip this weekend to Saalon's, to spending a good three days out of town with my best friend and another good friend. Of just hanging out.

A couple of days ago, I realized that my tickets had not yet arrived. Since I made the reservations on the 29th, they should have arrived by now. So, I went out walking today, called up CheapTickets.com and, after being routed through the service several times, I promptly waited on hold for nearly twenty minutes.

Even better, their hold music consisted of exactly one song, a folky guitar piece. The song wasn't bad; it simply looped incessantly. At least they didn't interrupt it every thirty seconds with a soothing female voice that tricks you into thinking you finally got off hold, but turns out to be an advertisement.

Then I finally got through to their tech support, where I discovered that my Visa card had denied the transaction. When this occurred -- approximately 4.3 seconds after I had happily received my confirmation page on CheapTickets.com -- the service had been kind enough to hold the transaction and e-mail me a warning. But I haven't been checking my e-mail for almost two full weeks (I made the reservation on their website at work, during lunch), so of course, I didn't get the e-mail. And by now, the transaction has long since expired.

So I am faced with an unpleasant choice: (1) Forget about the trip. (2) Get on the web tonight (violating my ban, but eh...it's the spirit of the thing), simultaneously call Saalon, arrange another set of good times to arrive and depart, and spend something close to USD $300 for a much longer flight which will now include a connection at LaGuardia. Neither of these are particularly pleasant alternatives.

But, of course, we aren't guaranteed pleasant lives. I've got to decide whether I'm willing to spend the significant extra cash and inconvenience of the flight. Hmmmmmmmm.

I think I'm flying this weekend.

Tue, 05 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 5, 2002

(Note: I've expanded November 1st's entry to describe a few other movies I watched, particularly Nosferatu.)

Sherpa, a role-playing system made to be played while hiking through the wilderness. A character sheet fits on the back of a business card.

Fri, 01 Nov 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 09:59 a.m.</p>

I'm having one of those days where all I want to do is write. This is probably a result of staying up until 5:30 a.m. last night, watching all sorts of films.

So, let's play the List Of Films Watched By The Blog Author Game. Everyone else does it.

  • Series 7 (official website, reviews) is a devastating parody of reality TV, which is surprising considering it predates the reality TV craze. In any event, the film presents itself as a marathon of episodes of The Contender, a reality TV show where every player gets a gun, and the last one remaining alive wins. What's interesting is how everyone reacts to this -- families splinter, relationships are strained, people go berzerk, and the camera's greedily slurping it up the whole time. As Ebert puts it, "It leaves you with time to think about television, celebrity and shame."
  • Some films are wonderfully horrible experiences in campy, cheesy moviemaking. Where fantasy swordplay is represented by muscular guys swinging blunt pieces of metal in roughly their opponent's direction. Where special effects don't even match the action on the screen. It's so bad, it's fun to watch and catch all the mistakes. Well, Iron Warrior (this hilarious review is worth reading; a quote: "Now that we've grown resigned to this band of freaks, the plot starts.") sort of falls into that category, but mostly, it's just really really bad. The jump-cuts were so sudden I got whiplash. One character says, "You must go to the Island of Sistra," and we immediately cut to the heroes there on the island, walking down a mineshaft. Smooth. And the plot literally makes no sense; the characters fall down a cliff and wake up in a cave. And no, no magic is involved. But on the other hand, there are good bits to this film: the swordplay looked good to my eyes (the fighters actually parried and attacked weaknesses), and the actors probably could have pulled off good performances if they'd had anything to work with. Instead, most of the dialog consists of lines like "You have saved me, Ator!" Ouch.
  • My parents have grown a strong appreciation for Bruce Willis' work, and so we ended up watching most of Unbreakable. I still think that it's a very strong film marred by overlong shots and possibly the most ill-conceived ending in the history of motion pictures.
  • What got me into all this was a late-night showing of Nosferatu. I've been curious about it for years, having seen lots of little references to it, which is impressive for an eighty-year-old horror flick. And I am impressed. Unfortunately, most of the film suffers from too much bad 20's-era overacting, and a sense that everything's very staged (the camera rarely varies from a bland head-height angle), particularly compared to Metropolis five years later and the astonishingly modern All Quiet on the Western Front only three years after that. But those issues aside, Nosferatu clearly tries to be a spectacle, a unique work of film. Many of its little special effects -- simple as they are -- are effective even today; Nosferatu's rise from his coffin has been endlessly imitated, but still creeped me out. And Max Schreck's portrayal of the title character is magnificent. As the count, he is a doddering old creep. As the physical vampire, he is otherworldly. As the ghostly manifestation, he is mysterious and even impish (I was particularly struck by one shot in which his ghostly image grins nastily at a horrified sailor). So, there's lots to be impressed by; it's a shame that the overall presentation can be difficult to sit through.
  • I also caught a bit of Halloween, which still amazes me for the fact that it's one of the scariest movies I've ever seen and has no blood (except for a bit at the end). Incredible.
  • And this isn't film, but the reason I was up for that long was the Monty Python's Flying Circus marathon. Can't get enough of dead parrots, cheese shops, and cross-dressing Englishmen.

It's funny how one's opinions change. At one time, I would've rooted for The Point Not Taken, agreeing totally with the author. But now...I think something's wrong with his arguments.

I generally agree with the first half of the article: If an average user has to choose an operating system, s/he is not going to be worrying about whether it can run some specific Mac-oriented piece of software like Quark Xpress. And this is an important point when discussing the viability of an OS for average users.

But one of the problems with this concept is something that Joel Spolsky points out about Microsoft Word: While nobody uses more than 10% of the features, everyone uses a different 10%. Your average user may not care about Quark Xpress, but there may be some other piece of software that s/he is really interested in running, like iMovie. There's a major fallacy in believing that "average users" only want basic software.

But it's the author's final statements that really struck me as flawed:

"In the end, the point is not whether or not Mac OS X can serve a particular "speciality" community best (such as publishing), but rather if it can serve the average user best. So far, no one has been able to argue that this is the case, and for good reason - the average user is unlikely to need any features that Mac OS X has that GNU/Linux does not.

"And if that's the case, why choose a proprietary - and expensive - system over one that is Free as in both freedom and price?"

-- Timothy R. Butler, Editor-in-Chief of Open for Business

I'll tell you why: the word Linux.

"Average" users are intimidated by that word. You may claim that installation and system use are easy, but there are too many horror stories to convince average users. Linux is perceived as too technical.

Heck, this works for MacOS, too. People associate the words "Apple" and "the Macintosh" with ease-of-use and attractive interfaces.

Butler seems to be operating under the assumption that operating systems are chosen on technical merits alone. Not so. Even if Linux is trivially easy to install and use, it's seen to be difficult to install and use.

One of the big problems I see in the Linux advocacy community is the lack of real end-user tests of Linux. I read of testimonials written by five-year Linux veterans who proclaim that Linux is so much easier to install and use than it has been. Great. But give a fifty-year-old secretary a Red Hat CD and see what happens. I think that a lot of Linux advocates would be surprised.

OTOH, Butler isn't alone in believing this, and it isn't limited to the Linux community. When people are hunkered down and staring at the nitty-gritty details of a project incessantly, they lose the ability to ascend above and get a more detached view of the project.

What's the point? Resist community fervor in technical projects. Communities are great, but they tend to present a myopic view of community projects. Specialization is for insects.

Fri, 27 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 27, 2002

Christmas went well for me.

I enjoyed it mostly -- and this may sound schmaltzy, but it's true -- because of the little, quieter things. Christmas Eve spent reading good books as I petted the dog curled up beside me. Christmas morning spent with my parents only, eating cake donuts and leisurely opening our presents. Little things.

Perhaps my favorite gift was an axe, given to me by a member of my Monday group. It's an ornate thing, intricately carved, and comparatively small; about the size of a hatchet. I hung it on one wall of my bedroom, where it looks like it was made to fit the space.

[Watchmen cover]

I also was honored by the gift of a copy of Watchmen, one of the most revered comics ever, from Saalon. I read the whole thing through this morning -- I've felt ill off and on all week, so I stayed home this morning -- and was amazed.

Unfortunately, while I think Watchmen is an incredible book, I have a lot of problems with it. I won't write a review of it now, because to quote C.S. Lewis, "I think we must get it firmly fixed in our minds that the very occasions on which we should most like to write a slashing review are precisely those on which we had much better hold our tongues." Ergo silebo.

Thu, 26 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 26, 2002

No offense to anyone, but I was struck this morning with a thought:

Don't we, as a species, have better things to do than argue about the movie interpretation of The Two Towers?

Mon, 23 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:26 a.m.</p>
"Hello there. That's right, I'm talking to you, young man or woman sitting in my vestibule with the briefcase that's too big for its contents on your lap. You look good. You smell good. You want a job. And you're not going to get one, because you're about to boot your job interview with me.

"I'm gonna do you a favor and tell you a couple of things."

Read more in this humorous Fortune column.

As you may know, I have an abiding interest in animation, and want to create my own animations. Last Sunday, I drew the seventh and final frame of a personal animation.

Once the euphoria of that situation passed, and over the ensuing week, I've struggled to assemble that animation. "Struggled" is the operative word.

I've just about completely failed to assemble that animation. Oh, I could soldier through and put together a shoddy mess, but there's very little point in that. Sure, I'd get Ra-Ra points (not the greedy dictator of the anime TV series Dual!, which will be airing on TechTV shortly) for finally finishing something, but at this stage I'd rather finish something that won't have viewers squinting at the screen saying, "Wha...?"

However, even failure is good. I've learned a whole lot in this process of putting everything together. Much like the audio failing when Saalon made his first short film, which pushed him to ensure that he'd have high-quality audio from that point forward, I can now recognize a few important pitfalls of animating, like:

  • I didn't bother to ink the drawings, figuring that the scanner could pick up even the light pencil lines and I'd darken them on the computer. It's not that easy. I was setting myself up for failure. (Sure, I could have inked and re-scanned them, but this was combined with several other problems.)
  • I decided to draw the frames on high-quality drawing paper. This paper happened to be cream colored. I thought nothing of this until I scanned in the drawings and realized that it played havoc with the scanners' brightness and contrast settings, which combined with the lightness of the pencil lines to create scans that were barely legible.
  • I didn't number the drawings. Even with a seven-frame animation, I got two drawings out of order. That was okay, but it could have saved myself some aggravation if I'd taken thirty seconds and numbered each frame.
  • I didn't pay attention when scanning the drawings, and put some of the drawings a little to the left or below others. When I put the first few drawings together, they jumped all around on the screen. Not exactly a professional job.
  • I chose a fairly complicated object -- a three-dimensional box with a lid that was opening up -- and the animation was comparatively long for a test project. I would've done much better with a simple object, like a ball, and fewer frames.

Am I discouraged? A little bit. Will I let this stop me from making animations? No. I'm going to put that animation firmly behind me. Now that it's over, I can spend my time on a new animation, and do it better this time. I'll use white paper to draw a simple object, ink it, and then scan and animate it.

I won't let a disappointing project get in the way of my dreams.

Fri, 20 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 20, 2002

The quieter your creative work, the more profound it can be. Thu, 19 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:16 p.m.</p>

Hmmm. Spring purports to be to the quantum leap over desktops that Windows was over DOS. The Register agrees. It's for MacOS X only, but DesktopX is the Windows equivalent.

Here's a Screed on Grinches -- specifically, those folks who complain about Christmas mainly so they can have a cause to fight against. Not "I dislike Christmas for these reasons," but, in this woman's case, "In response to the growing onslaught of manufactured consumeristic Christmas cheer, we have decided to actively reject the capitalist ideology of Christmas. We refuse to spend one cent on buying into the consumer machine." She complains that Christmas is religiously exclusive (unlike, what? Hanukkah? Easter? Ramadan?), and is generally nasty. James Lileks dissects with precision. Wed, 18 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 18, 2002

So, on Monday, there I was: leaning over a bush and puking air.

This began with the noblest of intentions. The Monday Night Alliance of which I am a part decided to support a local family this year at Christmas time, so we had planned to spend last Monday night shopping for Christmas gifts, then wrapping them for delivery on Tuesday. All well and good. Monday night, we split up into teams of two and attacked the malls, braving gum-chewing, glassy-eyed clerks and half-crazed shoppers who just had to push in front of everyone else to grab a dancing Santa doll, because after all, the store only had about five hundred of them left.

At 9:30 p.m., we re-assembled at Barnes & Noble, tallied our gifts, then returned to our collective cars to drive to one participants' apartment, where we intended to wrap up everything.

As I got into my car, I felt exhausted. Granted, it had been a long day; after a busy day at work, I had grabbed a quick dinner at Arby's before driving directly to the mall to meet the rest of the Alliance. I must've just been tiring out. Maybe I was coming down with something.

As I drove to the apartment, I felt increasingly ill, and soon I could no longer ignore the all-too-familiar warning signs.

See, I have mild acid reflux disease. It effects people differently, and my take is that I effectively can't belch out air. This causes a buildup of air in my stomach, to the point that I have to actually throw up to get all that air out.

But I won't just throw up; it takes me a good twenty minutes of nausea to build up to actually throwing up. And then, when I actually do throw up...well, you know how pleasant that is. I only throw up air; it's like the worst burp ever. But it's still a rotten feeling.

So I drove up to the apartment feeling distinctly nauseous. I couldn't be sure that I'd actually throw up, so I decided I'd wait until my companions appeared, then go up to the apartment and politely ask to use the restroom if I needed to.

So, I walked into the lobby and waited.

And continued to wait.

Nobody showed up for a while. I felt more and more nauseous. I tried every calming trick I could think of, and it just kept getting worse.

Once it became clear that we were "Go" for launch, so to speak, I carefully -- but quickly -- strode over to the bushes near the front of the apartment complex. Of course, I tried to appear nonchalant; I propped one leg up on the concrete ledge surrounding a sad bunch of bushes, and did my best to look like I was peering with interest at all the dead vegetation in the pitch-black night.

And then, sure enough, my stomach heaved, and I spent the next minute or so belching at the verge. I took a few good looks around, and didn't see anyone nearby, though I'm sure a few folks inside were wondering just how much eggnog I'd downed that night.

I spent a few minutes just standing there, making absolutely sure I'd recovered -- this is not the sort of thing to miscalculate -- then wnadered back over to the hotel just in time to see my friends approaching from the other direction. They couldn't have heard me, fortunately, and all was well.

But it makes for a pretty good Christmas story. :-)

Mon, 16 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 16, 2002

As you all probably know by now, I want to make animation. I don't necessarily want to be an animator -- that's tedious, highly-skilled work -- but I want to be involved in creating animations.

How did I intend to accomplish this? I started big: A six episode direct-to-video series, Wine to Those in Anguish. I then scaled back to a full-length film, Murmur of a Summer's Day. The more I've thought about that, the more I realized that perhaps I was aiming a bit too high, at least for my first project.

So, I decided that the best thing to do would be to assemble small, simple animations myself. I don't think I have the artistic skill to draw anything pretty just yet, but I can at least follow the process and get used to it. And, once I have a non-trivial body of animations, I can approach artists with something to show them. I can tell them, "I know the process, and I know the tools; here are a few animations I've put together myself to prove it."

Over the past few weeks, I've been spending a little time every so often drawing an animation. It's a simple seven-frame animation of a box's lid opening up. This is actually the second animation I've done; the first was a spinning cup (which you can marvel at here thanks to the magic of animated gifs).

Last night, I completed the seventh frame of that animation.

And I felt joy.

It took me a little while. I had to think about it, and realize what I'd done. And then I was flooded with emotion, with a feeling that goes beyond happiness to what I can only call joy. I felt truly alive, centered on reality, filled with a massive energy. It was amazing.

And I could only praise God. I find it unnatural to spontaneously thank God, but it seemed the most natural thing to do in the world. I could only praise and thank God for my beautiful room, for the house I live in, for the ability to draw those seven frames (as crude as they may be); I even praised him for the fact that I had finished.

What does this mean? I don't know. I don't have a nice, clean ending for this. I'm not taking this as proof that I'm meant to create animation. This is a step. An incredible step, but a step nonetheless.

Now I need to focus on scanning in all seven frames, then animating them in Animation Stand.

And I really need a good set of headphones. Work is noisy.

Sun, 15 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 15, 2002

I've been engaged in a wonderful e-mail conversation with a lovely young lady, and our conversation has ranged from religion to art to anime. She had this to say recently about shonen (action-oriented boys' anime) versus shojo (character-oriented girls' anime), and it made me stop and think for awhile.

"I think I like the action shonen kiddy stuff because it lets me feel things, or not, depending on what I want to do, whereas shojo seems like it's always heavy on feelings (like Sailor Moon, and Magic Knight Rayearth), and it can just get to you after awhile. Like, you kind of have to hold yourself back from it when the characters get all emotional, even if you'd react the same way in the situation. It's just too much. (Maybe I just haven't seem any good shojo yet.) In contrast, simplistic fighting and buddy shows (like Yu Yu Hakusho), seem like refreshing outlets."

-- AMR

Thu, 12 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:15 p.m.</p>

Great story: "At least they're Very Good Seats.

From Joel on Software's forum:

I read that, if you do something for 21 days in a row, it becomes a habit.

So I decided to pick one, and only one, good habit at a time. For example, the first habit was to get up as soon as the alarm rang every morning. No hitting the snooze button, no nothing. At that point I *had* to get up, brush my teeth, do a few getting-up-related actions - you see what I mean.

Other than that, aside from obvious responsibilities like showing up for work, paying the bills, etc - stuff that would hurt myself or others if neglected - I demanded NOTHING else from myself for the rest of the day.

When I say nothing, I really mean nothing. I was even allowed to go back to bed after I'd done a few actions to establish that I had gotten up. This may sound insane and self-defeating, but it's not.

That's because the object was not to train myself to get up, get dressed, eat a perfectly balanced breakfast, jog three miles, and then cycle to work and arrive on the dot of nine. It was simply, plainly, to train myself that the sound of an alarm was a signal to get up. Nothing more. And it worked. After a lifetime of crossing the room to shut off three separate alarms *without even waking up*, this was a huge breakthrough. So you have to decide whether a seemingly small goal is best broken down into several even smaller goals.

If you fall off the wagon during the 21 days, you have to start again.

After 21 consecutive days, you can give yourself a small reward such as a book or CD you've been wanting.

From then on, you will be firmer in your resolve to meet that goal every single day.

Give yourself a few days off between goals - during these days off, you still meet Goal 1, because it is now a habit.

Then, for the next 21 days, you decide on Goal 2, and success means meeting Goals 1 and 2 for 21 consecutive days.

Often, you'll find yourself itching to meet Goal 347 while you're still on Goal 3. Don't allow yourself to indulge in any Goal 347-related activities. By the time you finish Goal 346, you will have been itching to meet Goal 347 for so long that it will seem like a treat, and not the burden it was before you started all this.

Best of luck.

Fernanda Stickpot
Wednesday, December 11, 2002

By the way, I've been rather uncommunicative for the past couple of days because we've been without power at home since noon yesterday. No e-mails, and no going in to work. Fun.

And I'm becoming increasingly decided that a good pair of muffling headphones are essential equipment for a cubicle-based work environment -- not for listening to music, but to block noise. I'm constantly distracted (even just mildly, which is enough to hurt my productivity) by surrounding conversations, people walking down the hallway, etc. Just putting on a pair of headphones without plugging them in should make me significantly more productive.

It's the next best thing to having separate offices, but since there are only two of those on this entire floor, I doubt that'll happen any time soon.

 

In other news, I read some of the coolest bloggers ever. Your honor, I present Exhibit A by Saalon, Exhibit B by Brennen, Exhibit C by Joel Spolsky, and Exhibit D by James Lileks.

Tue, 10 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:44 p.m.</p>

Want to learn XML, CSS, JavaScript, DHTML, ASP, SQL, .NET, Macromedia Flash, SOAP, or WAP? Check out the wonderfully clear tutorials at W3Schools. The site's a bit confusing to navigate, but the tutorials are fabulous and easy to understand.

Code Complete by Steve McConnell

This book is impossible to summarize. On one hand, it's an encyclopedia of programming practices -- how to write more effective, more maintainable code (and how not to). On the other hand, it's a practical textbook for programming in the real world, with lots of higher-level advice based on real-world experience.

Which is great. There are lots of books about how to manage a programming project, and how to organize your time, but how many books spend several pages analyzing different methods of indenting code?

Mon, 09 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 9, 2002
"Later that night, sitting at the kitchen table, hearing the dog sigh for no reason you can think of, you know Tramp was wrong. There's endless room in a human heart. Build three rooms or three million, and they'll have the same tenants: Love. Fear. And Hope.

And isn't it odd how two of those tenants always end up sharing a room.
-- James Lileks
Wed, 04 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 4, 2002

STUN Software is being changed. Check out the September 2002 Financial Statement for entertainment and the value statement (which is basically a copy of this Wiki page as of today). Tue, 03 Dec 02 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:23 a.m.</p>

Brennen: Can we set this up on our server? It's a way of setting up an e-mail server to query the Spamhaus Block List, which is a list of 90% of the spammers out there. That will only block e-mails from these spammers, should cut down massively on spam coming through our server, and won't block legitimate e-mail.

And in a completely different vein, BackLight is a MacOS X tool that lets you set your screen saver as your desktop wallpaper. Requires a very powerful processor, though.

And here's a reminder for me to download AnimationStand.

10:23 a.m.

...Huh. Michael J. Nelson (of MST3K) has written...I think a novel, called Death Rat, due out in April of 2003 (and available for pre-order from Amazon.com. And it looks like the story is as bizarre as I'd expect from an ex-MST3K'er.

Okay, I'm really confused now.

Stephen posted an entry asking "will any good come of this, and will it out-weigh the bad?" and referred to a story on news.com, which everybody's read about and seems to be highly misinterpreted. But some of the text of the story seems to contradict the reported facts.

Here's the context: Back in 1978, after Watergate, a law called FISA was enacted that gives police extremely broad authority to be highly intrusive. To quote the news.com story: "The law, enacted as part of post-Watergate reforms, permits sweeping electronic surveillance, telephone eavesdropping and surreptitious searches of residences and offices."

During the Clinton administration, Janet Reno decided that the information collected under this act was so dangerous that she set up a big brick wall between different branches of law enforcement (the FBI, the CIA, the NSA, etc.), effectively barring them from sharing this sort of information, or at least making it much more difficult to do so. As a result, the FBI may know of an active terrorist in Tampa, and the CIA may know that that man has just bought a kilo of plastic explosives, but neither agency is talking to each other and so the terrorist can go on his merry way.

Now, John Ashcroft, as part of his efforts to improve the efficiency of law enforcement, has asked that those barriers be removed. Now, those barriers are part of a potentially scary piece of legislation. But as far as I can tell, that law is already in place. This whole recent ruling is not about putting that law into practice (it already is); it's specifically about allowing government agencies to share information that falls within this legislation, whereas before they'd have to keep their information to themselves.

Now, this has definite Big Brother potential, but that's not what's being reported. Here's the news.com headline: Secret U.S. court OKs electronic spying.

Say what? Um, yes, but they OK'ed electronic spying back in 1978, when the law was put into effect. This is a gross misrepresentation of what's happening.

Or consider the summary paragraph for the article, written in nice big, bold letters (which, for many people, is all that they'll read): "A secretive federal court on Monday granted police broad authority to monitor Internet use, record keystrokes and employ other surveillance methods against terror and espionage suspects." Again, huh?

What really concerns me about this is that I've read several articles about this, and people seem to be massively misinformed about this important news story. (Or maybe I'm misinterpreting it.) And people are getting all frothed up about this when there are other facets to the real story that should be addressed.

The moral of the story? Don't trust what you read. Get the facts.

Fri, 31 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 31, 2003

Some thoughts from James Lileks:

"Perhaps...the present makes those old visions of the future look infantile and silly. We're not wearing one-piece jumpsuits and taking meals from a pill-dispensing machines, or flying off to work on jetpacks. We have the stuff that counts. We have computers and communicators; we have a global information network, a space station, robot war machines, cybernetic implants. And we still wear jeans and eat hamburgers, and Elvis had a number one song in Airstrip One last year.

"The very idea of the future is undergoing a renovation - it's not a city on the other side of a wall. The best lesson may be this: there is no wall. In the end the very idea of "The Future" may turn out to be a 20th century conceit, the reason the globe churned itself up fighting one rancid conception of utopia after the other. The future is back to being what it always was: an accumulation of tomorrows, not a wholesale refutation of today."

-- James Lileks, January 31, 2003

And I'm suddenly struck by the fact that we're living in the year 2003. I half expected the human race wouldn't live that long.

Thu, 30 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 30, 2003 A journal entry
In the haiku form today.
This sounds good to me.

I'm looking outside.
Snow just like powdered sugar
Decorates the ground.

It makes me wonder
If God's creativity
Has been passed to me

In just a fraction
of a tenth of a fraction,
why don't I write more?
Wed, 29 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 29, 2003

I just followed in Stephen's footsteps and bought a bunch of CDs from CD Baby. As I browsed the site, I found myself admitting that this is the way music buying should be: browsing a wide variety of artists, sampling their tracks, and buying relatively cheap CDs (some dip below the USD $10 mark). It's convenient for me, and I'm directly supporting the artist.

I bought quite a few CDs; for the record, here they are:

  • Keith Moore: The Fluorescent Shaded Teddy Bear Murders -- He wrote the script to a movie, then wrote the music. The movie's never been made, but the music's varied and pleasant.
  • Rondellus: Sabbatum -- Black Sabbath songs arranged and presented as though coomposed in the 14th century, sung in Latin. Beautiful.
  • Michael Lovitt: The Ship Of Fools -- A variety of pieces, described as "like something right off of your favorite art film score."
  • Spacescape: Exploration -- Electronica
  • Eric Rain & Birdman2000: Dusk Till Dawn Vol.1 -- Dance music
  • Everpresent: Everpresent -- Electronica/dance
Tue, 28 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 28, 2003

My goodness. I have been neglecting this journal.

Ah well. Here's my situation:

I watched the Superbowl at the apartment belonging to that friend who wants me to move in with him. The first friend. It's a nice place; well-furnished and clean. The rent's cheap, too. There are two main problems: I'd be living in a fairly small room, and my commute to work would take an hour, each way.

However, this friend and his roommate will be moving in a few months as it is. It might be worth spending a few months with a long commute to get the inside track with these guys, so that I'll be a stronger part of the decision-making process (they're looking for a place nearer to my neck of the woods anyway).

The commute to the other friend's house -- which will be coming available over the next few months -- shouldn't be as long as I'd feared. My Dad estimates a half-hour commute from there, which is fine by me. OTOH, his house is fairly old.

Which raises the third possibility: renting a new apartment nearby. There are quite a few two-bedroom apartments near here that are going for $1600 a month or so; I could definitely pay $800 a month, and several acquaintances are in the same situation.

Which means that my range of options has moved from "straight or curly fries?" to those five-page menus you get at Chinese restaurants.

Meanwhile, I've been writing more. Over the past few weeks, I've begun to seriously yearn to spend a significant amount of my time writing. Since I do have the skills to write professionally, I've been consciously using some of my free time to sit down with Navi and bang out a few paragraphs here and there. Nothing of consequence has sprung from this work, other than a review of The Boulevard of Broken Dreams and Noir, but my desire to write has strengthened, and I'm just thinking about it more. I'm coming up with possible strategies for writing more.

It feels good.

I think my ideal work routine would be to have several part-time jobs: writing for a couple days a week, programming for a day or two, painting for a day. It sounds like bliss to me (though I know that the work would be stressfully erratic), but why not?

To realize that dream, I have to commit myself to building up that work now, so that I can quit my full-time job or cut back to part-time and still have enough to cover costs.

Plus, my costs will skyrocket if I move out.

STUN Software ground to a halt over the past few weeks as I tried to get Saalon and Brennen up to speed on what I want to do with it. I'm hoping to solve that on Saturday night with a conference call between us all.

I've been tweaking the visual layout of Points of View based on a few graphic design books I checked out of my local library last week. I'm learning all sorts of useful things about page layout and such.

Fri, 24 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 24, 2003

I've just uploaded a review of Noir to Points of View.

In other news, I'm still thinking about moving out.

The current situation makes my head spin. I have four options:

  • I have an offer from one friend to move into the loft in his apartment. It's a fairly small space, and the apartment is probably a forty-minute drive to where I work. OTOH, I like the roommates there, and the rent would be cheap.
  • I have another offer from a good friend to move into his apartment in a couple of months, as one or all of his roommates will be leaving at about that time. This has the same attributes, except it's even further from work.
  • There are new, two-bedroom apartments near me that have comparatively low rent. I know two guys that are looking for living space. The main problem with this option is that I'd have to get off my butt, research the apartments, call up these guys, and otherwise arrange pretty much everything. I'm already intimidated by the idea of moving out; I don't know if I can put in that much effort.
  • Or, I could just stay with my parents for the foreseeable future.

Arg. I don't know what to do.

Here's my plan: I'll be checking out that first offer this weekend. I'll spend the next week or so deciding on that and the second offer. If I decide against both of those, I'll research the new apartments.

At this point, I'm not afraid. I just have too many options and too little experience to apply to them.

Thu, 23 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 23, 2003

I haven't been posting much here lately (for various reasons I wont' go into now), but...

Ha!

Mon, 20 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 20, 2003
"The real problem is that the computers (with ANY UI) still force users into limited ways of interacting and thinking." -- the anonymous Editor at Nooface, writing in Humanizing the User Interface

Perhaps I just enjoy taking up the contrarian position, but I think that the situation described is not a problem. In fact, it's good.

Let's go back to the Baroque. The Baroque style of art defined a large set of rules and limitations on artists' work; for example, humans and landscapes had to be painted realistically, and the entire piece had to function as a whole to create "an overwhelming emotional impact" (see Mark Harden's Artchive: "Baroque Art"). This forced painters into limited ways of painting and thinking about their paintings, but it resulted in works like Rubens' The Elevation of the Cross and Rembrandt's Philosopher in Meditation.

Does progress spring from utterly new directions in thought? Thomas Edison wouldn't have thought so. Most of his inventions -- the practical light bulb, the telegraph, the phonograph -- were extensions of existing research and invention. Edison was certainly creative, but his work was founded on existing science.

Albert Einstein may have invented whole new branches of physics, but even he spent most of his time doggedly applying scientific principles to his theories and research. He saw science differently than most of his peers, but he still worked within its confines.

The Editor of the piece above seems to think that limitations are inherently bad. They're not. We need to learn how to work within and think in terms of those limitations.

Wed, 15 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 15, 2003

In searching for some help with Microsoft Word, I stumbled across this and had to take a second to link to it: an early review of Windows 3.0, from 1990. Most humorously, it mentions two major bugs/flaws in Windows, both of which persist to this day. Tue, 14 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 14, 2003

Beware Orwell's Parody. I agree with his analysis; I tend to write in the "modern" style, and would like to use a more classical one. Fri, 10 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 10, 2003

I have a website, All Anime Music Videos. No, please don't go there; don't give it any more hits.

I'm not being entirely facetious.

I started All Anime Music Videos (AAMV) back when I first started downloading anime music videos, and there was no website that reliably linked to the music videos out there. Very frustrating. So, I put together AAMV, which is primarily a list of websites made by anime music video creators, that offer anime music videos for download. I also offered my personal opinion on the quality of the videos offerred.

Since then, the mother of all AMV sites has come into being and lists over 13,000 videos: AnimeMusicVideos.org. It's great; it's a massive repository of links to AMVs, and it's constantly growing.

But AAMV is still getting about 6,000 hits a month. It's by far the most popular page on other-space.com. This is crazy. But I'm not sure what to do.

On one hand, AAMV is pretty pointless; while it links to a few dozen websites, AnimeMusicVideos.org links to thousands. I dislike the fact that so many people are using my page when there are other, better ones out there. I have a link at the top of AAMV to AnimeMusicVideos.org, but the hits aren't slacking off. Perhaps I should just take the page down.

On the other hand, people are using AAMV. It's a useful resource for some people. I dislike the idea of taking down something that people find useful.

Perhaps I should install a little feedback form on AAMV: "Why do you use this site instead of AnimeMusicVideos.org?"

What should I do?

Thu, 09 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:59 p.m.</p>

Hmm. The 13th most popular search string used to find this site is "big breasts." I'd love to know why.

Though now that I've put it in a journal entry, it'll match more strongly. Ah well.

12:12 a.m.

And here's my vote: Down and Out in the Magic Kingdonm is an incredibly good read. Yes, you can read it online. Just plain good SF, in the tradition of Snow Crash. Seriously.

12:12 a.m.

"Experiencing great art on the Web is about as close to the real thing as phone sex, and considerably less satisfying." -- Anne E. Berman

About two weeks ago, I learned that one of my friends is going to be experiencing a vacancy in his apartment -- one of his roommates is leaving. He offerred me the opportunity to move in, if I was interested.

I'm planning to check out the apartment in question this Saturday. I don't know what to expect, other than that it's comparatively large -- 1,400 square feet shared by a total of three people, with three full bathrooms. The space being offerred to me is a loft with a walk-in closet.

I've been seriously thinking of moving out of my parents' house for months now, mainly because I feel that it's time for me to strike out on my own. I have a great relationship with my parents, and my room is amazing; I have no relational problems. But I've felt that it's time in my life.

Now that the opportunity is presenting itself, and I've been thinking and praying about it, I feel a peace about it all. I feel like now is the time for me to move out. I'm not saying I will move out, note. And I know I'll be homesick. But I'm ready.

It's weird. I expected this to be a really tough decision. But at this point, I don't feel particularly emotional about the decision itself. The event will be huge in my life, when it comes, but I can approach the decision with a pretty calm mind.

And that's a very good thing.

Wed, 08 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 8, 2003

We've seen lots of attempts by various folks to develop metaverses (read: really cool online 3D worlds). Most of them have failed miserably.

However, there's a new one that may have some potential: There. Here's why:

  • "There" is organized as an online vacation spot. It's not meant to be a "home away from home;" it's meant to be a place you go to relax. This is, frankly, what most people use these sorts of spaces for anyway. Rather than try to position "There" as the place everyone will spend all their time in the future, as some companies have, "There" is meant as an online toy. I like it when companies are realistic.
  • Computers can handle it now. Until recently, while 3D was possible on computers, it was extremely difficult for most home PCs. But thanks to 3D FPSs like DOOM, Quake, and Unreal Tournament, the technology exists to make this a fairly mundane task.
  • It's pretty. Seriously, the environments look like they were created by artists, not programmers. They feel like detailed game levels instead of bad 3D Studio Max demos, and there's apparently a lot of virtual area to explore.
  • The company seems to be doing smart things with the technology: You can use keyboard commands to alter your avatar's facial expression (a room full of bland, expressionless people is so boring). They've extended "speech balloons" intelligently; previous bits of dialogue scroll up as new speech balloons on top of new ones, thus preserving dialogue in a comfortingly IRC-like way.
  • The company seems to have plenty of capital.

"There" still has a long way to go, but I like what I see. I'm itching to try it out, frankly.

Tue, 07 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 7, 2003

I've been listening to an audiotape of In Search of Excellence recently. It's by Tom Peters (see In search of Tom Peters) and Robert Waterman, and was written basically as a response to bad practices in corporate America.

Yes, yes; that was the impetus for a hundred books written in the past year. What makes this one any different (besides being written in 1982)? Well, In Search of Excellence approaches the question with hard research; rather than opining baselessly, the book quotes studies and research from all over the place.

They make an interesting thesis: Truly excellent companies act in ways that are fundamentally weird to corporate America -- management by walking around, little care for org charts, barely controlled chaos, CEOs who don't know exactly what every team is working on, a focus on quality even at the expense of cost, few massive monetary rewards -- and maybe it's corporate America that's weird. Maybe we need to fundamentally re-evaluate what makes a company successful.

And the fundamental emphasis of these truly excellent companies is an emphasis on people (customers and employees), not numbers. Not that numbers are bad, the authors stress; numerical analysis and research are important. They're just over-emphasized in not-so-excellent companies.

We're talking about big companies here, too: IBM, Proctor & Gamble, HP, Johnson & Johnson. These are companies that make it big, but don't necessarily act like it. In fact, the book speaks with disdain of companies that focus on growth.

It's definitely been food for thought.

Mon, 06 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 6, 2003

I simultaneously love and hate Mondays.

I don't have the typical reasons, either. I love it because I'm generally most fresh at work on Monday. I can tackle problems with more energy than I can typically dredge up on a lackluster Thursday.

I also have my Monday small group on Monday evenings. I love the small group; we like each other, we support each other, we eat dinner together, and we can gab and gossip for hours.

But I find myself so pressed for time on Mondays. I have to leave the house for the Monday group at 6:45, which means that if I arrive home at my normal time of 5:30, I have barely more than an hour to take care of e-mails and physical mail, plus anything else that needs my attention. There always seems to be something.

Moreover, I rarely get home from the Monday group before 11:00, which means an exhausted shower before dropping into bed.

To quote Peanuts: Bleah.

 

In other news, I'm moving along with work on STUN Software, and here's where you can read all about it.

Fri, 03 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 3, 2003

Happy eleventy-first birthday, Professor Tolkien. I'd like to raise a glass to you tonight. Thu, 02 Jan 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 2, 2003

I like to read my favorite online journals to get inspired to write my own diary entries, and today I followed that routine, only to be struck dumb by Brennen's entry for yesterday and the day before. Tue, 25 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 25, 2003 To "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlem

God rest ye CS students now,Let nothing you dismay.The VAX is down and won't be up,Until the first of May.The program that was due this morn,Won't be postponed, they say.(chorus)CHORUS: Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,Comfort and joy,Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.The bearings on the drum are gone,The disk is wobbling, too.We've found a bug in Lisp, and AlgolCan't tell false from true.And now we find that we can't getAt Berkeley's 4.2.(chorus)We've just received a call from DEC,They'll send without delayA monitor called RSuXIt takes nine hundred K.The staff committed suicide,We'll bury them today.(chorus)And now some cheery news for you,The network's also dead,We'll have to print your files onThe line printer instead.The turnaround time's nineteen weeks.And only cards are read.(chorus)And now we'd like to say to youBefore we go away,We hope the news we've brought to youWon't ruin your whole day.You've got another program due, tomorrow, by the way.(chorus)
Mon, 24 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 24, 2003

Life is...hard to sum up in an adjective.

I'd like to learn how to act. After all, my best friend is a filmmaker, and acting looks like a lot of fun.

After watching with wrapt attention countless episodes of Inside the Actor's Studio, I remembered one name above all other names in the field of method acting: Stanislavski.

So, when I was in the library last Saturday getting this week's pile of books (including one about iBooks, one about electricity and electronics, and three on indoor gardening), I noticed a book called An Actor Prepares by Stanislavski. I tossed it on the pile.

I'm about a third of my way into An Actor Prepares now, and it's not only enthralling, it's deep. It reveals secrets about the true nature of art that I'd never realized before, and which reflects on writing and drawing and any number of other things.

"Let us give a new play," said the Director to Maria, as he came into the classroom today.

"Here is the gist of it: your mother has lost her job and her income; she has nothing to sell to pay for your tuition in dramatic school. In consequence you will be obliged to leave tomorrow. But a friend has come to your rescue. She has no cash to lend you, so she has brought you a brooch set in valuable stones. Her generous act has moved and excited you. Can you accept such a sacrifice? You cannot make up your mind. You try to refuse. Your friend sticks the pin into a curtain and walks out. You follow her into the corridor, where there is a long scene of persuasion, refusal, tears, gratitude. In the end you accept, your friend leaves, and you come back into the room to get the brooch. But—where is it? Can anyone have entered and taken it? In a rooming house that would be altogether possible. A careful, nerve-racking search ensues.

"Go up on the stage. I shall stick the pin in a fold of this curtain and you are to find it."

In a moment he announced that he was ready.

Maria dashed on to the stage as if she had been chased. She ran to the edge of the footlights and then back again, holding her head with both hands, and writhing with terror. Then she came forward again, and then again went away, this time in the opposite direction. Rushing out towards the front she seized the folds of the curtain and shook them desperately, finally burying her head in them. This act she intended to represent looking for the brooch. Not finding it, she turned quickly and dashed off the stage, alternately holding her head or beating her breast, apparently to represent the general tragedy of the situation.

Those of us who were sitting in the orchestra could scarcely keep from laughing.

It was not long before Maria came running down to us in a most triumphant manner. Her eyes shone, her cheeks flamed.

"How do you feel?" asked the Director.

"Oh, just wonderful! I can't tell you how wonderful. I'm so happy," she cried, hopping around on her seat. "I feel just as if I had made my debut...really at home on the stage."

"That's fine," said he encouragingly, "but where is the brooch? Give it to me."

"Oh, yes," said she, "I forgot that."

"That is rather strange. You were looking hard for it, and you forgot it!"

We could scarcely look around before she was on the stage again, and was going through the folds of the curtain.

"Do not forget this one thing," said the DIrector warningly, "if the brooch is found you are saved. You may continue to come to these classes. But if the pin is not found you will have to leave the school."

Immediately her face became intense. She glued her eyes on the curtain, and went over every fold of the material from top to bottom, painstakingly, systematically. This time her search was at a much slower pace, but we were all sure that she was not wasting a second of her time and that she was sincerely excited, although she made no effort to seem so.

"Oh, where is it? Oh, I've lost it."

This time the words were muttered in a low voice.

"It isn't there," she cried, with despair and consternation, when she had gone through every fold.

Her face was all worry and sadness. She stood motionless, as if her thoughts were far away. It was easy to feel how the loss of the pin had moved her.

We watched, and held our breath.

Finally the Director spoke.

"How do you feel now, after your second search?" he asked.

"How do I feel? I don't know." Her whole manner was languid, she shrugged her shoulders as she tried for some answer, and unconsciously her eyes were still on the floor of the stage. "I looked hard," she went on, after a moment.

"That's true. This time you really did look," said he. "But what did you do the first time?"

"Oh, the first time I was excited, I suffered."

"Which feeling was more agreeable, the first, when you rushed about and tore up the curtain, or the second, when you searched through it quietly?"

"Why, of course, the first time, when I was looking for the pin."

"No, do not try to make us believe that the first time you were looking for the pin," said he. "You did not even think of it. You merely sought to suffer, for the sake of suffering.

"But the second time you really did look. We all saw it; we understood, we believed, because your consternation and distraction actually existed.

"Your first search was bad. The second was good."

This verdict stunned her. "Oh," she said, "I nearly killed myself the first time."

"That doesn't count," said he. "It only interfered with a real search. On the stage do not run for the sake of running, or suffer for the sake of suffering. Don't act 'in general,' for the sake of action; always act with a purpose."

Fri, 21 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 21, 2003

This entry is based entirely on Saalon's post for today, so please read it before reading this.

I think Saalon's facing – at least in part – the true depth of faith. Which is a very scary thing, but critical to finding religious maturity.

My God is literally unimaginably large. I don't want a God that can fit in my imagination. My faith is complex. It's weird. It's confusing. I literally can't understand all of it. And if you want a real faith, shouldn't it be one that goes much deeper than the human mind can fathom?

I think that a lot of people believe that they grok their faith. That's dangerous, and shouldn't be true. Should a religion that strikes to the core of human existence be grokkable?

And while I dislike disclaimers, I feel it's important to point out that I'm not suggesting that one can't know anything about one's faith. One can be pretty sure that God doesn't like adultery. But the truth goes way deeper than that statement. And that's the point.

Thu, 20 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 20, 2003

So. This journal has been oddly quiet of late. As is usual with blogs, this is not due to me being particularly busy. Busy periods often cause increased blog activity as there's just so much more to write about.

Well, actually, that's a bit inaccurate. I have been busy, but busy doing jobs of my own devising.

Particularly, I've been keeping up on my commitment to my three part-time jobs: Working at NLX in the mornings, working at NLX in the afternoons, and writing (or otherwise working on something that could contribute to self-sufficiency) in the evening. Much of my time on my third job has been spent writing for various projects.

And here's the odd thing: I've been doing a heck of a lot of writing. As you can see on my in-progress writing page, I wrote twelve pages last week. This is a very good thing; it's proving to me that I actually can produce content over a certain length of time.

Most of that writing has been for my Gettysburg project, which is as follows: I want to film a half-hour documentary about the American Civil War Battle of Gettysburg, with the help of Saalon. I'm responsible for the content (research, writing it, etc.); Saalon will handle the camera and the technical aspects.

Why on Earth should I make a documentary about Gettysburg? A couple of reasons:

  • I'm sick of boring, unimaginative Civil War documentaries. Ken Burns does not define the boundaries of all that can be done here.
  • I visited Gettysburg last year, and came up with the idea while I was there. I figure that if one is inspired to do something, that's a pretty good reason to attempt it.
  • It's an interesting project for me, which will give me some first-hand experience with video production.
  • It'll be another project for Saalon to put under his belt as a filmmaker. It can't hurt to have this extra experience.
  • I could sell it and make money.
  • So far, it's been a ton of fun.

 

Other than that, here's the latest on my moving out: I've been trying to arrange a meeting with a friend of my Dad's, who is renting out her basement as a one-bedroom apartment. She's interested in letting me take it, and I'm very interested in the place based on Dad's description. I'm planning to go over tonight, providing her street's been cleared of the two feet of snow dumped on us in the past week. Based on tonight's meeting, I'll make a decision.

Right now, I'm leaning towards taking it.

Wed, 19 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:06 p.m.</p>

Okay, I think the site's fixed now.

Yes, yes, there are all sorts of problems on this site. I'll fix it this evening (which is as soon as I can get proper access). I'm pretty sure I know what's wrong. Thu, 13 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 13, 2003

I don't think I've weighed in on the Iraq War debate yet on this journal, mainly because that will inevitably turn into a diatribe, and I doubt that my views will convince anybody of anything. There's far too much real data out there for my opinion to convince anybody whether we should or should not go to war with Iraq. I ran across a quote the other day, in fact, along the lines of, "Never argue with someone who's convinced. You won't sway them." You can present facts, but getting into an impassioned argument won't convince your opponent that they're wrong and you're right.

But I read a lot of strong anti-war blog entries today, and I was slapped in the face by a statement Wil Wheaton wrote on his journal: "We are marching directly into a war, though there is massive public resistance to it."

I'm not going to talk about the war. But I am going to talk about how we people about things like the war on Iraq.

Let's examine Wil's claim. Most Americans support the war, as of February 9th (so say the Atlanta Journal-Constitution and The Wall Street Journal). Is that support cautious? Yes, as it should be. But the Bush administration is not exactly alone in its opinion on this.

I see this behavior on blogs a lot: Those who are against the war assumes that the rest of the country feels the same way. It's false. And it damages peoples' reputations.

Now there are lots of facets to the war issue, of course, but I'm not going to delve into them here. Because what's the point? You want to present your opinion. You have every right to do so. But remember that doing so -- especially regarding a massively complicated and debated issue like this -- is masturbatory. Seriously. What are you contributing to the discussion?

The internet is a public forum. By posting to a public forum about a key issue, even in a personal blog, you are contributing to a discussion. If your post is completely personal, why are you posting it publicly? To quote my pastor's encouragement to get the congregation to wear name tags, "You're not as famous as you think."

I fear that bloggers forget the impact that this has on their reputation. I fear people feel that they can post whatever they want, and because they have the right to do so, they are shielded from any negative effects of their writing. They can just say, "But I have the right to say that."

Sure, you have that right. But your right to free speech does not preclude my right to form my opinion of you based on your speech.

Reducing this to a platitude feels phony to me, so I won't. I'll end here. Do you agree?

Sat, 08 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 8, 2003

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....

The day started out well; I completed all my errands in plenty of time to get home and do everything else I needed to do. I dallied too long, though, and just managed to finish cleaning before Cartoon Network's showing of .hack//sign, a neat anime series set in an MMORPG. Beautiful artwork, too.

A friend of mine was scheduled to arrive and hang out about when .hack//sign ended, but he called and had to re-schedule for tomorrow evening. Great. That threw off my afternoon. My Dad braved the cold weather and helped me check over my truck's oil level, antifreeze, tire treads, etc. I was surprised to discover that it's just fine. Then I read a bit from Prichard's A History of the Episcopal Church before dinner.

I laughed to some Monty Python before setting up the agenda for my weekly meeting between Saalon, Brennen, and myself, got everything ready to go, called each of them, and...no answer. Arg.

Saalon had told me he'd be out of town, but I completely forgot. Brennen probably forgot. Which is okay; we have no life-or-death issues to discuss. It's just frustrating. This is something I've wanted us all to commit to, that would become a regular part of our lives.

After that, I didn't know what to do with myself. It was 8:30, and if I'd known all my friends would be unavailable, I could've been productively writing or programming or drawing or composing sine 3:30.

After allowing self-pity to surge thorugh my system for awhile, I reminded myself of a recent commitment: I have three part-time jobs. Two are for NLX weekday mornings and weekday afternoons; the third is writing (and/or working on other things that will eliminate my dependence on a full-time job). So, I have this writing part-time job. I decided I should spend some time on that job.

And I'm sitting here with five pages' worth of writing. Sure, I'd already written one page's worth before, and it's actually part of a script for my earliest anime project, Wine to Those in Anguish. But it's writing. For a guy who hasn't accomplished all that much on the writing front — and in front of whom Wine threw up huge writing blocks when I tried to write it before — I'm happy as a clam at high tide.

I'm writing. I'm producing content.

But too easily do I get caught up in the celebration of such things. Writing says little about me at this point; to prove myself, I must finish something. As Henry Ford said, "You can't build your reputation on what you're going to do.

If I begin to wander from this path over the coming weeks and months, I want you — yes, you, the reader — to e-mail me and tell me to get back to finishing something. I won't take offense. I may not work on the same thing all the time, but I should be making progress. I should be well on my way...to finishing.

Thu, 06 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:37 p.m.</p>

In a new experiment, I've reviewed a CD (Everpresent; click the link to check out mp3s of every track on the CD). This is my first music review ever. How'd I do?

Oops. Thanks, Stephen, for that bug; it's fixed now.

Sure, the move to this domain had a few glitches. But just think: I moved 1,800 files to a new domain and had to change every webpage. It took me about an hour, and pretty much everything works.

Wed, 05 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:26 p.m.</p>

This site is now moved over to brent.other-space.com. I still need to set up the back end, but the move was surprisingly painless.

Programming can be a blast. You can dive into it and surface a few hours later, wondering what time it is. It's all-consuming to the brain.

But, after spending eight hours a day programming for several years, it screwed up my sense of time at work. I didn't notice that I was at work for a lot of that time; it slipped far into the background of my thoughts.

However, technical writing is a much more whole-brain activity, one that requires a lot of shifts in my attention as I jump from charts to source code to those two paragraphs of stale documentation to the new documentation I'm writing.

As a result, work seems much longer. I'll work on technical writing for a few hours, and it feels like a full day of programming, because most of my programming time was spent deep in code.

Just identifying this has helped me to pace myself better at work, and concentrate more on what I need to do. However, I still want to improve, and it struck me today as I came back from my walk that I might benefit from the following change in perspective:

I have two jobs. One involves writing technical documentation for NLX from 9:00 a.m. to noon, and the other involves writing technical documentation for NLX from 1:00 p.m. to 5:00. I may walk outside at 1:00 p.m. and get in my truck, just to immediately get back out and re-enter the building as though it's the beginning of my day.

Sometimes, a change of perspective is all that's needed.

A decades-old tree groaned in the wind yesterday afternoon, and collapsed on a powerline pole deep in a million-dollar neighborhood of Virginia. The pole splintered and fell, taking out the power for all the homes around it.

Including mine. We were powerless when I got home, and the guys working on the power lines estimated the power wouldn't return for a couple of hours. So, I cancelled my drawing class with Shannon (rescheduled due to a movie she's going to see tomorrow) and, after chowing down on a delivered pizza, picked up my keys and drove out into the night.

I wasn't sure where I'd go. There were no movies out that I wanted to see. I didn't want to wander a mall and be enticed by innumerable opportunities for conspicuous consumerism.

As I turned out of our neighborhood, I suddenly realized exactly where I wanted to go: a big bookstore. I went to a nearby Border's, the largest physical bookstore in the area. I spent about three hours just wandering the shelves, brushing my fingers along the spines of knowledge.

I spent most of my time in the manga section (which, to my delight, has expanded to fill four full bookshelves). I came across a few lovely finds, but since I'm trying to purchase nothing, I bought none of them. I'll save up to buy them later.

I did come across two things I absolutely had to buy: a copy of Teach Yourself Japanese with cassette tapes, and the first mini trade paperback of Transformers G1.

Transformers G1 is incredible. It's by fans, for fans, and it pierces deep into the Transformers mythos. It raises major issues that make sense. These giant robots have been trashing the planet for years now, and people are tired of it. It's causing problems. This reminds me a lot of what J. Michael Straczynski has been doing with Rising Stars and Spider-Man, doing incredible but really common-sense things with supernatural people.

Tue, 04 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 4, 2003

Heh. What poetic form are you? (Beware popups.) Turns out I'm Heroic Couplets, which doesn't surprise me.

 

Here's the latest on moving out: I'm not moving in with the first friend, because I was never really sure about it. I'm thinking about moving in with the second friend, or possibly move somewhere locally. I may go out hunting for apartments this weekend, to get a feel for the opportunities nearby.

I'm also working to move this website over to http://brent.other-space.com/. Unfortunately, I need to change every page (which I can automate in these ways), and I just can't seem to find an hour in which to sit down in front of a computer and do that.

Which is, in itself, quite a statement. Only a year ago, I couldn't imagine saying the same thing about a one-day period.

But what if The Lord of the Rings had been written by someone else?

Mon, 03 Feb 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 3, 2003

The loss of Columbia and its astronauts unexpectedly angered me, and after some reflection, I realized it's because, without an international space station and its resulting need for support, this disaster would have pushed back manned exploration of space by a decade.

As usual, Lileks has an excellent point: We have sent humans to space, and we will continue to send humans to space, because the point is not to place our smart toys on other planets.

Mon, 31 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:20 p.m.</p>

Just uploaded a review of Dai-Guard to Points of View.

(Wine Week continues today and tomorrow, as I finish up the entries I was going to post last week, but was too sick to post.)

While I was wrestling with Philo about the character designs, I was also wrestling with Murray.

I'm not sure if I've written about Murray here yet. Murray is the name of my Muse, the shy spirit who controls my creativity.

Like most Muses, Murray is a strange individual. I can't order him around. He disappears whenever I'm tired or frustrated. He appears at the oddest times, and the only way I can make him appear is to lure him out with a pretty image or unique turn of phrase.

Ever since my day of double deja vu on the path, Murray had been dancing around Wine, contributing lots of ideas and characters and plot directions. However, he had never given me a spine.

And now I should explain the idea of spine. This is a term that I think Sydney Pollack (director of, among other films, Out of Africa) invented. The spine is the central theme of any work. It may not be explicitly stated, and it may be surprisingly subtle. For example, Out of Africa's spine is the concept of possession; everybody in that film's trying to possess something or somebody. I think Raising Arizona has the same spine. The spine of Monty Python and the Holy Grail is the insertion of modern mindsets in a medieval epic tale. The spine of Monty Python's Life of Brian is organized religion's misuse and confusion of Christ's story.

So, I had all sorts of great material for Wine, but I never had a spine. I knew what the plot would be, but what would that plot be about?

I'm making it appear as though this was a clear thought process. I didn't realize all this straightaway. Instead, I began writing, assuming that the spine would work itself out. But I couldn't write more than a few pages' worth of any part of Wine, and I struggled with that for months.

I had hit a brick wall with Wine. It was the first time it had happened to me. There were plenty of stories I hadn't finished before, but that was due to laziness or getting bored with it. This was a story that I wanted to write, but couldn't.

(I don't think this was Writer's Block, as I've read of people with real Writer's Block, who would sit down in front of a typewriter or word processor or fresh piece of paper and be psychologically unable to put out a single word. That wasn't my problem; I could always type out something about Wine. I just couldn't write out the whole story.)

I even asked Saalon to write Wine, which he accepted but later decided he simply couldn't write, as this wasn't his sort of story. Even he struggled against this story.

After too many months of banging my head against this brick wall, I admitted defeat. I announced to Saalon and Philo that I was shelving Wine for awhile. I couldn't go on pretending that I was going to write this.

A few days after I made that decision, I had an amazing experience. I went to church, and after the service, as I stood up, Sarah -- the protagonist of Wine -- walked past me. I blinked, and looked at her, and realized that it was a little girl of exactly the same age, race, face, and hair of the girl I'd thought up. And my mind was seized by an unmistakable impression: it was as though Sarah had turned towards me, looked me straight in the eye, and said, "It's all right. You can shelve Wine. I'll still be here when you get back."

I don't normally have such strong impressions. But it was there, and it was undeniably firm.

So, I shelved Wine. I let Murray retreat into the woods and play with it.

Until recently.

Fri, 28 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 28, 2003

Ahhh, frack. I came down with my monthly sore throat/upset stomach illness on Wednesday, which prevented me from uploading parts three and four of Wine Week. Now it'll be all out-of-sequence. Oh well.

 

When creating an animation, the series typically goes through several distinct stages: pre-production, production, and post-production. The second stage, production, is the stage in which the actual drawings are drawn and assembled into animations. During the third stage, post-production, the animation is assembled into a complete product -- voices, sound effects, and special effects are added, the title sequences are assembled, etc.

Pre-production is probably the most difficult part of the entire animation process, because this is the stage in which all the broad creative decisions are made. As part of this process, artists come up with standard drawings for each of the characters, which defines exactly how each character should look. These standard drawings are known as the "character designs."

Once I'd decided on the basic cast for Wine, I decided to look for someone who could draw the character designs. I hopped online and spent hours crawling through anime artists' websites, searching for someone with exactly the right style. Saalon and Brennen helped, too.

[Character design for Sarah]

We finally settled on an artist known as Philo, who beautifully merges the anime style with a style akin to the best of American comic books.

I contacted Philo, and he accepted the job of creating the character designs for Wine. Over the course of many months we traded e-mails and phone calls, nailing down the exact visual look of each of Wine's main characters.

But Philo became increasingly distant, slower to return e-mails and draw characters. I asked him why, and he explained that he was under a lot of pressure at home and at school (he was in college at the time). He asked for a break for a few months, to which I readily agreed. He was responsible for the feel of the entire series, so I wanted to keep him happy.

When I e-mailed him again a few months later, his reply surprised me: he wrote that he didn't want to finish the character designs for Wine. He asked if he could drop the whole thing.

You can imagine the magnitude of this event's impact on Wine. Only about half of the character design work was done. And since every artist's style is distinctive, I can't hire an artist to, for example, draw the final three of six character drawings; the three new drawings wouldn't look like the three old ones, which would make the design inconsistent. If Philo dropped out, I'd be left with character designs that were practically unusable.

So I replied to Philo that I really wanted him to continue work, pointing out that he promised to draw these designs. And, after all, I was paying him for it. This was work, which he'd agreed to complete.

He agreed to complete the drawings -- though grudgingly, it seemed to me -- and then...I didn't hear from him for another month. Complete radio silence.

I e-mailed him again, asking politely what was going on, and he replied with an angry e-mail that he didn't want to do this, he'd said he didn't want to do this, that I was trying to control his life, and he wanted to pull out again.

I metaphorically threw up my hands at this. I couldn't force him to draw. I replied, and after trying to clear up his apparent misconceptions, wrote that if he wanted to drop it, he was free to do so. He sent me the drawings he'd completed, and I paid him for the work he'd done.

I ended up with most of the drawings for Sarah (the protagonist), and all of the drawings for Stark and Ryo Masaki. <sigh> I was frustrated.

And this wasn't the only thing frustrating me. More on that next time.

Tue, 25 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 25, 2003

So there I was again, walking in the dappled shade of a trail near work a couple of years ago. I can distinctly remember the small hill I was walking up, and the Virginia red clay of the path, as my foot came down on the path and my mind...shifted.

I've had a lot of trouble explaining this experience to people. The most accurate term I've come up with so far is "double deja vu." For me at least, regular deja vu feels like I had a vision some time in the past, and now I'm actually experiencing those actions I envisioned. That's what I felt like, but at the same time I had a vision of the future. Two acts of deja vu intersected; a vision from the past, and a vision of the future.

In my vision, I was in a dimly-lit office. A desk sat in the center of the room, with a large window behind it. At least one poster hung on the wall, on one side of the desk. I think I was sitting in the chair behind the desk, but I'm not sure.

I do remember one vivid impression: I was completing post-production on the animation idea I'd had a few days previous, the one about the girl who finds out she's human. The animation itself was complete; I was just finishing up, like picking out the cover art for the DVDs.

And then my consciousness returned to the dappled shade of the trail and the Virginia red clay.

This was serious. This idea had weight.

I went home and began developing the idea in earnest, and after skimming through Proverbs, I found the perfect name: Wine to Those in Anguish.

I've never doubted from that day to this one that I'll one day complete Wine to Those in Anguish. I know it will happen.

So, the next step was to plot out the series and create character designs. And I'll explain that tomorrow.

Mon, 24 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 24, 2003

It's Wine Week! I'm planning to post five days' worth of history about my first animation project, Wine to Those in Anguish.

 

So there I was, walking in the dappled shade of a trail near work, turning over and over in my mind the events of the anime series serial experiments lain. I had just finished watching the entire surreal series, and it was taking me several days to deal with. There was just so much to think about.

I reflected on the ending, in which lain discovers and has to deal with the fact that she's an artificial creation, genetically engineered to fix the Wired. (Well, maybe. lain's reality is never crystal clear; she may have been human after all.) I thought, That's sort of a shame. I'm saddened that the big revelation is that she's not real. What would it be like if that were reversed? What if she thought she was created, but instead she was actually human?

Boom.

I was suddenly enveloped in the vision of an anime series, not unlike lain, in which the protagonist is a young girl who thinks she was genetically engineered to solve some particular huge human problem. But it turns out she's real.

I envisioned the girl having been brainwashed and living in a laboratory. Scientists were keeping here there...why? Some major human problem...perhaps a disease. There's some disease that only she can heal. But it's not a normal disease, since she can't physically travel around the world healing people, so it must a disease she can heal from a distance. A psychic disease.

Who would brainwash and lock up a little girl? A highly driven scientist, an older man who becomes a father-figure for the girl.

And the story centers on the girl, who thinks she was genetically engineered to heal the disease, realizing she's human and breaking out of the bondage of this lie.

Neat. And I promptly let the idea drop back into the simmering cauldron of ideas in my mind. I was surprised that this idea was so vivid, but I didn't afford it too much thought. I have ideas often; this was just an unusual one.

I had no idea that this was a beginning.

Fri, 21 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 21, 2003

I don't have anything to write about today, so instead, I'll write this plaintive plea:

Hey, Saalon, when are you going to start writing Half-Tail stories again? I enjoyed them a lot!

(However, on Monday I'll start Wine Week, in which every day I'll reveal some of the history of one of my animated projects, Wine to Those in Anguish.

Thu, 20 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 20, 2003

Awhile back, I decided I wanted to make a web-based game that just about anyone would enjoy, even people who don't play computer games.

So, one of my ongoing projects is a web-based game called (for the time being) Contract Tycoon. I've been designing and developing it with the help of some friends.

In the game, you run a contracting company. You hire employees, bid on contracts, and struggle to finish them.

As I envision it, this could be a whole lot of fun. Everyone complains about stupid managers and bad business practices; this is your chance to show off how you'd run a company.

Best of all, you're playing with a whole bunch of other people, with whom you can collaborate. If you're running behind on a contract, you can ask other contractors for help.

I just finished developing prototype 2 of Contract Tycoon, which has the following features:

  • You can view available contracts and bid on them. If you're the lowest bidder, you win.
  • You can hire people who are looking for a job.
  • You can assign your employees to work on different milestones of a contract.

So, the next stage of the development process is to show this prototype to a few people and get their feedback, all within the next week or so. I'm hoping to get feedback from half a dozen (very different) people. That'll drive the features for the next prototype.

Wed, 19 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 19, 2003

I've been reading a fascinating book lately, Controlling People by Patricia Evans. No, it's not a how-to book. It offers a novel explanation for the behavior of people who are controlling, as well as examples of controlling behavior, and ways of dealing with it.

The author describes the creation of controlling people this way: We all learn about the world through our senses. In our minds, we build up models of how the world works. Some of those models include models of other people.

But what happens if someone acts in a way that doesn't match our mental model? We can react in two ways. We can change our mental model to include the new action, which is the healthy response. But some people have built up such a strong mental model that they reject the real response in favor of the mental model, and try to force the other person to stop contradicting their mental model.

Why do people reject reality this way? Often, it's due to childhood trauma. The book uses a great example, Teddy:

Imagine a boy who is isolated by his parents. That boy creates an imaginary friend, Teddy. The boy says, "Hi, Teddy," and Teddy always says, "Hi." The boy tells Teddy about his experiences, and Teddy always listens sympathetically. The boy says, "Bye, Teddy," and Teddy alwyas says, "Bye."

The boy continues to grow up, and every time he turns to Teddy, Teddy always says the right thing. The boy becomes a man, and he gets a good job. Still, every time he turns to Teddy and says "Bye, Teddy," Teddy says, "Bye."

Then one day, he says, "Bye, Teddy", and Teddy frowns and says, "When will you be home?"

Imagine the man's shock, confusion, and outright panic. Teddy doesn't say things like this! What happened to Teddy?

This is the subconscious thought process for many – perhaps most – controlling people. They've built up a mental model of the perfect woman, or the perfect man, or whatever, and they apply that to people. When the companion does something that doesn't match the model, the controller is so shocked and hurt that his or her natural reaction is to cut off that behavior. "Where's Teddy?" the controller's subconscious is saying. "I want Teddy!"

Note that this controlling viewpoint is not crazy, at least not in the clinical sense of the word. The controller is not cut off from all of reality; just a part of it. This explains why controlling people can be wonderful people to the rest of the world, but terribly controlling to a spouse. The spouse has to be Teddy; the rest of the world can be whatever.

This isn't limited to spouses, either. Have you ever heard conversations like this between a parent and child?

"Okay, what kind of ice cream do you want?"

"Ooh, I want vanilla!"

"Really? I thought you liked chocolate."

"But I want vanilla."

"But you like chocolate. You want chocolate, don't you?"

"I want vanilla!"

"No, you don't. You want chocolate."

The child isn't being Teddy.

It's provoked a lot of thought in me, and it's made me understand a lot of behavior. For example, when we're driving, we tend to have a mental model of how people drive. Then when people don't conform to that model, we're shocked and hurt, and we want to make them conform to our mental model of how people drive. This explains a lot of road rage.

Tue, 18 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:26 a.m.</p>

And I just came across this article from Japan Times, which suggests that there is a secret, massive underground complex beneath Tokyo. The official description of the Tokyo subway is off by an order of magnitude; they claim it's about 250 kilometers in size, while an actual investigation indicates it's more like 2,000.

But the guy who's looked into this – a well-respected reporter and clearly very sane man – can't get his book on all this published. Fascinating.

Of course, we anime fans know why. The complex is clearly for the construction of the giant robot in case the aliens attack again.

I'm going to write about programming today. Abandon All Hope, etc.

Extreme Programming promises to fix lots of problems with traditional software development, using a variety of practices. I've recently begun implementing these practices, including Pair Programming. That's been going well.

But one of these practices has been very difficult for me to implement. I just couldn't get my brain around Test-Driven Development. I finally began following it last week, and it's been an enlightening experience.

Here's the concept: For any piece of functionality you want to implement, you begin by pretending that you've written a function to implement that functionality, and you write tests to ensure that the function works.

Then you run the tests. Of course, the tests fail, because the function doesn't exist yet. Then you write the function so that the tests pass. When the tests pass, you're done.

This felt like a backwards way to write code, and it creates a whole bunch of extra code in the form of tests. Ick. It felt wrong.

But then I looked at it from another perspective: When you write tests first, you ensure that you have tests for every piece of functionality in the application. You can prove that your application works.

(Okay, a bunch of working tests are not rigorous proof that the application works as requested, but it's strong evidence.)

Moreover, while you're write those tests, you have the opportunity to think about how the function should work before you begin writing the function. In fact, once you've written the tests, you know how the function should work. Writing the function becomes easy.

But it still felt weird. I couldn't get past my psychological block, so I decided to just start doing it, right or wrong, particularly on easy functions.

It works. It works really well. Writing the actual function is easy, and I end up with a set of functions that show that my application works properly. Sure, the process isn't ironclad; my "proof" is only as good as my tests, and they may be wrong.

But I'm now in a much better situation than I was when I just wrote my functions out of nowhere. And I think that that's the ultimate indication that this works for me.

Mon, 17 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 17, 2003 — St. Patrick's Day

I stayed up way too late Thursday night, trying to unwind after several weeks of frenzied activity. Unusually for me, I watched television for several hours. The TV's addictive tendency is really amazing. But in this case, I'm glad I did.

First, I watched an episode of The Office, a British comedy series that's presented as a documentary of a bunch of office workers. It was brilliant. The actors are fabulous. The show nails bad workplaces with such excruciating perfection that I had difficulty watching it, at times. Ah, it was amazing.

Then, after some of the fabulous Futurama, I watched an episode of Reign, an anime series by the character designer of Aeon Flux. Reign tells the tale of Alexander the Great as though he were incarnated on another world. While I still don't like that designer's style, I was mesmerized by the show. The overall mechanical designs are fascinating, the storyline brings in enough characters and conflict to keep the show interesting, and the characters are a fascinating lot. It's not fabulous, but I was intrigued and entertained. It's completely different than anything else I've ever seen, which says something.

Then I tried to watch an episode of the classic anime series Lupin III, which was...well, to put it bluntly, horrible. If Hanna-Barbera had tried to make this show, it would've looked like this. The animation was of the lowest quality, and the story was puerile. A few of the voice actors were quite good, but several were poor. The whole thing was...ugh. I couldn't watch it.

So I switched to Ovation ("The Artsy-Fartsy Network") to watch the end of a documentary on Arthur C. Clarke. It focused mostly on 2001, but it was his final statement in the documentary that struck me. It was along the lines of, "I never really liked writing dark futures, like cyberpunk has their dark worlds, which makes for easy drama, but I've always felt that, if you create an optimistic future, you have the opportunity to create a self-fulfilling prophecy."

I was struck by how this related to Hayao Miyazaki. There's been some aspect to how he approaches his work -- particularly his childrens' films -- that resonated with me, but I've never been able to identify it. And this was it.

I believe that Miyazaki's movies are optimistic because he wants to instill in his audiences the belief that goodness and optimism are possible. That we can make the world a better place if we try, even if that attempt looks strange. That the world is or can be a really lovely place.

It's not empty optimism; it's optimism because the alternative is defeat. I agree, strongly. And I think that's what I want to do with my own animations.

Fri, 14 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:24 p.m.</p>

For the past few weeks, I've been importing my collection of CDs into iTunes, and tweaking my mp3's. Part of that process involves rating the songs on a five-star rating scale. I've rated about 40% of the songs in my collection so far.

Yesterday, when I realized that I'd rated hundreds of songs, I created a Smart Playlist of all the songs I've marked with five stars. This was the best of the best to my ears. And I started playing them.

And I was treated to an eclectic but incredibly enjoyable set of music. I could listen to this music forever. No bad music.

Compare this to, say, radio. Any radio station just can't do this. How many duds are you forced to endure before you hear a really good song? Even a personal CD collection can't do this.

It was a bit of an epiphany, realizing that I could group individual songs together according to my own highly personal taste. It just rocked to listen to Beethoven one minute and Yoko Kanno the next, followed by They Might Be Giants and an anonymous techno piece.

Here's a quick random sampling:

  • The Chinese Dance from "The Nutcracker" by Tchaikovsky
  • "Birdhouse In Your Soul" by They Might Be Giants
  • "Stroll" from My Neighbor Totoro by Joe Hisaishi
  • "Space Lion" from Cowboy Bebop by Yoko Kanno
  • "Moon" from Turn-A: The Concert by Yoko Kanno
  • "Shades of Revolution" from Rurouni Kenshin OVA 1 by Taku Iwasaki
  • "Duvet" by BoA
  • "Blue" from Cowboy Bebop by Yoko Kanno
  • "Bolero" by Ravel
  • "Pulse" from Macross Plus by Yoko Kanno
  • Pines of the Villa Borghese from Respighi's "Pines of Rome"
  • End Credits from Batman Beyond
  • Symphony #6 in F Major by Beethoven
  • "The Tale of Ashitaka, Ending" from Princess Mononoke by Joe Hisaishi
  • Overture to the L'Arlesienne by Bizet

See pretty promotional artwork (see February entries) for Howl's Moving Castle. Thu, 13 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 13, 2003

I've always loved the musical cadences of spoken language. I like to write prose that sounds like speech, that would sound good if it were read aloud. But as a result, I've tended to pay more attention to the overall rhythm of sentences than that of individual words.

In Zen in the Art of Writing, Ray Bradbury has a few choice morsels of advice for aspiring writers. Among them is a suggestion that I'd seen before but never applied: "Read poetry every day."

He argues that poetry is concentrated writing, and just about any writer can benefit from increased exposure to writers who have to pay attention to every single word they write.

It works. I've been reading a bit of poetry daily for the past couple of weeks. I can already feel the change in my writing. I pay closer attention to individual words. I notice the impact of word placement and proximity. I want to create little oases of wordplay and double-meaning.

As a result, I think my prose is tighter. I'm more sensitive to the choice of just the right word or phrase at any particular point.

This is a very good thing. I recommend it to any writer, and it needn't be a time-consuming habit. A few minutes a day have been working wonders for me.

Wed, 12 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 12, 2003

Isn't it odd that an off-hand comment buried deep in an article can throw the doors open on your mind, while the article itself is much less meaningful?

Such is the case in "Home-schooled writer's second", a review of Jedediah Purdy's book Being America. The review is quite good, actually, and I appreciate reviewer Philip Gold's bewildered honesty.

Partway through the review, Gold describes Purdy's first book:

In "For Common Things," Mr. Purdy critiques the ironic style of his generation and his country, and finds it unavailing. We hide behind ironic detachment because we know that so little of what we encounter is real, and because we're also terrified of encountering something that might be. We assemble our individual uniquenesses out of endless prefabricated parts provided by the market and the media, knowing that their variety does not make up for the fact that they're prefabricated.

We hide behind careers and consumption patterns, never quite making contact beyond ourselves for fear of revealing that there's less to us than meets the eye. And by our ironic detachment, we become complicit in the enormity of the smallness of it all.

I was struck square between the eyes by the idea of pervasive ironic detachment. And now that I open my eyes and read everything around me -- newspapers, blogs, magazine articles -- I realize how true it is. People write as though at least they are emotionally detached from the issues of the day; at least they can see things clearly. And then there's that touch of irony, which can be wonderful but has become so common it's banal. The whole thing has become so common it's banal. It's the same lip-curled, sarcasm-loaded tone used by self-righteous preachers when they lecture about public policy. I heard one Monday night, his breath reeking of ironic detachment as he intoned, "The Founding Fathers were secular? Surely not." Even if he was right, his delivery was offensive.

I'm seeing it in my own writing. My style has that little ironic twist to its phrasings, that sense of detachment. In fact, two major characters in the fantasy work I'm writing exemplify ironic detachment.

I don't want it. I want nothing to do with it.

And I don't know how to get rid of it, except by consciously rejecting it and seeking other ways of expressing myself. All I can do is hope that I'll find some ways of avoiding this style in my writing.

I wish I had an easy little truism which would solve this, some gem of writing advice that would make it crystal-clear how to make my writing beautiful. But writing's not like that. It's a perpetual state of loneliness, of being lost amid the participles, and of desperately seeking a better way to express yourself.

And that's where I am right now as a writer: Lost, confused, and questing.

Tue, 11 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:21 p.m.</p>

Success! My laptop is now a LAMP-ish development manchine, running Apache, MySQL, and PHP (the "L" stands for Linux; in this case, it's running a BSD kernel, which is close enough).

This means that I now have a portable development machine. I can hack away at a powerful website while sitting in the back seat of a car. Very useful.

I'm nearing psychic meltdown.

I'm an introvert. Introverts need a lot of time alone to recharge their mental batteries. For the past two weeks, I've had very little time to recharge.

Ironically enough, that's come mostly as a result of my desire to make and keep friends. I've had six separate dates with various people in the past seven days, ranging from a wonderful museum trip with a friend on Saturday to regular commitments like Redemption. I've been left with almost no time to write or read or just relax.

And I can feel a certain frustration, an annoyance, a getting–between–the–mother–bear–and–her–cubs attitude building up inside me. My mind is overtired. I need to rebalance myself, to recharge.

The problem is, I haven't had the time to write in the past couple of weeks. I've set a quota of ten pages a week, and this week I've written...well...zero. But if I write five pages tonight, that would get me halfway there, and I could write five pages on Thursday....

...But no. I need to recharge, and that's more important than a writing quota.

So, tonight, I intend to go home and do pretty much whatever I feel like doing. If I decide to read, I'll read. If my fingers itch to write, I'll write. If I want to watch anime, that's cool. If I want to stare, mouth gaping, at my iBook's screen saver, I'll do that.

And I'm fine with that. It's life, and it's good. I'd rather be unproductive and connected to life than productive and snarling at the cat.

Mon, 10 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 10, 2003

Thank you, Brennen, for making my point more eloquently than I could have.

I've had two responses to my defense of the Vatican quote so far, and they've both attacked its logical fallacy. I'm actually disappointed in one, because it seems to assume I'm an idiot.

I'm not arguing that the Vatican, because of questionable past behavior, has no authority to make any moral statements ever again.

I am saying that reputation counts. If we were Vulcans, anyone could say anything and we could evaluate their statements with pure logic. But if somebody talks about a master race descended from Plutonians who run a shadow government intent on tilting the Earth's axis, then begins to discuss theories about physics, how much would you trust their statements about physics?

Eh. Vhatever. There are far more important things to argue about. At this point I feel like telling people: Okay, I'm crazy. Ignore this. This isn't worth arguing about.

Sat, 08 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 8, 2003

Actually, I have to disagree with the disagreement. :-)

The Pope is trying to argue a moral point. I think we can all agree that the Pope is relying on the church's moral character and standing. That's his authority for making his statements. Otherwise, who would listen and why would he feel a need to address this issue?

But the Catholic church (His Holiness included) has dragged its feet on the sex-abuse scandal; many of those known to be involved are still in positions of authority in the church, and the church has been reluctant to punish or even reveal the names of those involved. This damages the church's moral standing, and thus weakens the church's authority to argue about moral issues.

Please understand that I'm not trying to bash the Catholic church here. They're held to an extremely high standard, and priests are fallible humans just like the rest of us. But the standard is not unfair or unexpected. If the church fails to live up to a known standard, it needs to be held accountable.

As I understand it, ad hominem is a fallacy when it detracts from the argument; when you try to disprove a theory by discrediting the person who says it. But in this case, discrediting the person does have a direct impact on their authority to speak in this instance. The Pope is appealing to his – and the church's – moral authority on this issue, which I believe is seriously called into question by its actions in the sex-abuse scandal. I don't trust the Catholic church – and the Pope – because of the sex-abuse scandal, which makes it very difficult for me to trust the church – and the Pope – when it claims the moral high ground about the War on Iraq.

OTOH, I'm writing while emotional, which is probably a bad idea. I'm betting Brennen will poke gaping holes through this entry like he did to me the last time I did this (quite rightly). :-)

Fri, 07 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 7, 2003

Gotta agree with this one:

"It is appalling to watch President Bush, who has responsibility for safeguarding 280 million of us from terrorists and terror states, being lectured on his duties in that regard by a church that would not even protect children from its own rogue priests and the bishops who enabled them."
-- Rod Dreher, a Catholic, March 7 2003 issue of The Wall Street Journal
Thu, 06 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 7:58 p.m.</p>

I just posted a review of Argentosoma, an anime series, to Points of View. It's the first review there in exactly a month. Sheesh. Maybe I should post a review of Hayao Miyazaki's Castle in the Sky, since that'll be released soon.

My Haibane Renmei shrine continues to grow.

And, within hours of writing a whining missive about writing, I get an answer in the form of a pretty little paperback called Zen in the Art of Writing, a collection of essays by Ray Bradbury.

It cost twelve dollars, and was worth ten times that to me. I read it in two breathless sittings, stopping only because a friend arrived to help me peer at the hand of Leonardo da Vinci.

Yes, writing is worthwhile. It's worthwhile for a number of reasons, but here's the biggest one: Because I am me, and I am unique, and only I can write what I write. People are interesting. I am a person, so I am interesting, and I have something to give the world. I have a lot to give the world. Maybe the world will reject it; I don't know. But I desperately want to give something.

And so, I will.

Wed, 05 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 5, 2003

You know, the life of a wannabe writer can be incredibly frustrating.

I'm pursuing the writing craft in the best way I know how: by writing. Right now I'm averaging about ten pages a week, though that's dropped to a number just this side of zero over the past incredibly busy week. But no matter! I'm writing.

Then I read what other writers write, and I despair. Example:

"And yet there are old friends who have fallen, like Rocky and Bullwinkle, into the yawning ground that opened beneath their feet, and if they sprouted in a sunflower field somewhere else I’ve no idea where it is. (Gaah. That was unforgiveable. Time for bed.) There are so many old friends from the 70s who aren’t on the grid, whose names pop up only in bulky ugly 16-pt genealogy pages, or whose googleable identities got the guillotine chop when marriage cleaved their last name from their first."
-- Lileks' Bleat for March 5, 2003

And that's stuff he whips up for his online journal. That's not even serious.

And then the little gremlin appears in a puff of poorly-drawn smoke on my shoulder and begins to berate me for all my flaws. I've been writing ever since I was fourteen years old. I started writing when Reagan was in office, for Pete's sake. Judging from my current progress, I'll be fifty before I can consistently turn out attractive prose.

Is it worth the trouble?

 

In other news, my Haibane Renmei shrine has been growing steadily over the past few days, which feels good. The design is minimalistic, but I'm confident that it looks reasonably attractive. I think my web design sense is improving.

And my nieces are gone from the house, so things can get back to normal. They're wonderful kids, but they're a large psychic drain. Worth it, but also worth careful attention.

Tue, 04 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 4, 2003

So, I'm moving out.

I'm going to be moving to a basement apartment on April 5th. I should be able to give the woman who owns the house the first check in a couple of weeks, at which point she'll give me a key, and then I can start hauling things over there.

It's a nice place. I have a lot of room, which is important for me, and it has a complete kitchenette plus everything else I need. My only real complaint is that the bedroom is on one side of the apartment and the bathroom's on the other, which means I'll be traipsing back and forth in the morning. There are far worse complaints to have.

Well, there's also the lack of natural light. The only windows are tiny little things at the top of the walls.

I feel odd. Expectant. I expect to have a flood of emotions, but they haven't appeared yet. I'm a bit nervous, and I want the whole process to be over with. OTOH, I don't want to rush the moving-out process; I have tons of stuff to move. So, I think and feel that I'm doing the right thing, but I can't shake this feeling of being...off.

And to add to the surreality, I'm renting from a lovely woman named Eva. That's right; I'm renting from the nickname for an anime series.

Mon, 03 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 3, 2003

I had an...interesting weekend.

It's the sort of weekend that's hard to describe, not because very little happened, but because there are so many ways in which one could approach it. There are all these little threads and unrelated major points jostling for attention. Ah well.

I arrived home from an enjoyable night playing Redemption to find my parents in bed, and their reminder that Saturday was my youngest niece's birthday party. Oops. And I'd made plans to meet with a friend.

On Saturday, I woke up late and then spent the morning doing errands. The errands were generic and successful: cash a check at the bank, return my last stack of library books and check out another stack, clear the cheap catalogs out of the P.O. box, and stop by Suncoast to spend perhaps too much money on anime.

While at Suncoast, I reserved copies of the upcoming DVD releases of the Hayao Miyazaki films Spirited Away, Kiki's Delivery Service, and Castle in the Sky. I have bootlegs of these films, and swore to myself that, if they were ever released in America, I'd buy legal copies. So, that decision makes me feel warm and fuzzy. On the other hand, I still haven't bought FLCL even after watching bootlegs of all six episodes. On the gripping hand, I don't really like FLCL.

I then came home and crashed for about an hour, before packing up and heading out to my sister's for the birthday party. I brought my laptop Navi and watched bootlegs of Haibane Renmei (yes, I'll buy legal copies once it's released in America!) on the way there.

We arrived at my sister's house, where we had the party. The party consisted of myself, my parents, my sister, and her children. That was it. Very intimate, and that made it fun. We played the "Worst Case Surivival" game, in which I got the chance to ham it up as a game show host.

As we got ready to leave and I lay back on the couch, my Dad came over and told me that, oh by the way, my sister's two oldest girls (aged six and four) were coming home with us for a few days.

Don't get me wrong; the girls are great. But it was completely unexpected, and came in on top of what was turning out to be a very busy weekend.

We got home, put the girls to bed, and then my Mom reminded me that I'm supposed to clean my part of the house on Saturday. Oops. I promised to do it as soon as I could.

I awoke late on Sunday, dragged myself out of bed, took a too-brief shower, dressed myself in reasonably nice clothes, and drove to church. It was a good service, but long; we had communion plus a lengthy sermon. On the way home, I stopped off at the Sports Authority and lucked out in a quest that's been on my mind for the past few days.

Four small, rubber lacrosse balls are now nestled in the pocket of my coat. Whenever I'm out and bored -- say, standing in a line at the bank or making a phone call -- I can pull out these balls and practice juggling for a little bit. Maybe I can make it up to four balls during those little interstices between activity.

Anyway. I didn't get home until well after 1:00. After lunch with everybody I decided I'd spend a little time reading, and before I knew it, I had to get ready to go to AWANA at 4:00. Great.

AWANA was a lot of fun, and I ended up spending well over two hours afterwards with a good friend of mine, reading through an electronics book and watching anime (Argentosoma, which I plan to review on Points of View once I've finished the disc...very interesting stuff).

I got home well after 9:00. The girls were asleep, my parents were in bed, and...I still hadn't cleaned the house. Wonderful. I feel great.

So this morning I woke up...drugged. I could not drag myself out of bed. I should have arrived at work by the time I managed to haul myself into the bathroom. I finally got out of the house, only to have my Mom remind me that I was supposed to do the trash by Monday morning. And I was already late for work, so I had to give up on that, too.

So, I've had a good weekend, but I've been a complete loser on my chores.

I guess it's a good thing I'm moving out.

Oh yeah, I'm moving out. Which is a whole 'nother post.

...Oh, screw this.

Sat, 01 Mar 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 1, 2003

Check out my new shrine for Haibane Renmei, which is my current anime obssession. Wed, 30 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 30, 2003

My life continues to be just a bit too busy. I've been out of the house so much in the past few days that I haven't had a chance to do any dishes since Sunday. :sigh: It's my own fault, but still, it's frustrating to realize that I'm getting so little done on the side projects I want to do, such as writing and composing.

On the other hand, I have managed to write four pages this week, so I only have another six to write to achieve my weekly goal.

Meanwhile, I'm occasionally adding a bit to The Band, a collaborative storytelling experiment on Brennen's wiki. I think the idea is forming into an understandable shape in my mind now.

As I see it, three things need to be understood by the collaborators for this sort of project to succeed:

  • Well-defined characters
  • A set of plot points that describe broadly what will happen to the characters in the immediate future.
  • A theme that is threaded through and integral to the story, to give it depth

If we all understand the characters, can keep the theme(s) in mind, and are working towards a defined set of plot points, I think we can collaboratively write something that not only makes sense, but is a real work of art.

Tue, 29 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 29, 2003

While doing research for Wine to Those in Anguish, I came upon a book that fit perfectly into the story: Treating Traumatized Children. It's a book meant for clinical child therapists, as sort of roadmap to various reactions that children have to traumatic incidents in their lives.

Here are nine major reactions children have to trauma:

  • Self-Blame ("It's all my fault")
  • Powerlessness ("I have little to no control over my body or emotions")
  • Loss and Betrayal
  • Fragmentation of Bodily Experience (a boy whose right foot has been badly burned might pretend or believe that he doesn't have a right foot anymore)
  • Stigmatization ("Anyone who looks at me can tell that I've been hurt and will judge me")
  • Eroticization
  • Destructiveness
  • Dissociative/Multiple Personality Disorder (the child spaces out or presents alternate personalities)
  • Attachment Disorder (excessive attachment to one person)

One has to be very careful with how to deal with a lot of these behaviors. Eroticization, for example, is a tough one. The child's only tool for seeking love is eroticization. One can't simply switch that off in the child; it takes a long time to teach the child other ways of seeking love from adults. Worse, adults are normally repulsed when a child acts erotically, which leads to feelings of rejection in the child (which, often, leads to increased erotic behavior to try to get a reaction).

The book's central advice is to be truthful and very, very real with the child. Trauma causes children to break off with reality in various ways, so it's the therapist's job — and the job of all those who come in contact with the child, if possible — to reconnect the child with reality. A destructive child must be shown the negative effects of his or her destructiveness and less destructive ways to get attention or release negative emotions.

Fri, 25 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 25, 2003

Lots of anime news today, thanks to Anime News Network.

Rumiko Takahashi (creator of Ranma 1/2, Inu Yasha, and other wildly popular manga and anime series) will be heading up production on a new anime series based on her Rumic World.

Takahashi's known as the "Goddess of Manga," and there's a reason; she draws all her manga herself, which now totals over a hundred volumes' worth of work. She's incredibly prolific, and when she's not working on her series, she's working on comparatively brief manga. Her non-series works is published under her brand "Rumic World." Fans suggest that the Rumic World is where Takahashi's genius shines most brightly, as she's not beholden to the constraints of a series.

James Cameron has announced that he's definitely going to direct a Battle Angel Alita movie in the foreseeable future. He's a huge anime fan and has had his sights on Alita for years now. It's a perfect vehicle for his style, too; dark, violent, action-packed, stylish, but infused with a twinge of hope. Best of all, if he does this, it'll bring anime and manga even further into the mainstream.

Also, the first DVD of Haibane Renmei is coming out in August! YAY! That series is just...wonderful in ways I can't describe.

Thu, 24 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 24, 2003

I'm pretty much completely moved in to my apartment now. The bookcases are up and filled, I have all the tables I need, and the couches are only missing a few pillows.

And I like it. When I entertain, I'm proud of the apartment. It feels elegant, while still being very me, and comfortable.

Just thought I'd share.

Incidentally, Brennen and I are having an interesting discussion about collaborative writing at his wiki, on Story flows from character.

Am I the only one saddened to see that the only posts on Saalon's journal in the past six weeks are filled with invective and anger? I know that that's just random luck, but I wish he'd post something a bit less angry. Ideally, another Half-Tail story....

Wed, 23 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 23, 2003

I'm working on a story I came up with quite awhile ago, tentatively titled Seeing Things Invisible (I do seem to be attracted to long titles, don't I?). It's a fantasy, set in a Renaissance-level world where their equivalent of Alexander the Great has just conquered the known world, and is attempting to consolidate his empire. He knows that it won't last past his death unless he takes very special measures to pull things together now.

So, he assembles a group of ambassadors who will do their best to forge ties of unity across the continent. It's sort of like Babylon 5, except the ambassadors are more committed to the emperor's goals than Londo or G'Kar. However, my characters are under more intense pressure by their respective countries to work in those countries' best interests. It shifts the focus.

Right now, I'm just writing scenes, introducing the characters to each other and setting up relationships. I have no idea where this is going. I'm just writing to see what happens.

This is different from my usual method of writing, which is to come up with an idea of the entire story and then progressively flesh it out, making it longer and more detailed with each pass. That's felt most comfortable to me, and previous attempts to forge ahead on a story with no idea where I was going petered out almost immediately.

I refuse to speculate on whether this is the best way for me to write. This is an experiment. The next thing I write will be written in whatever form that seems most appropriate at the time that I'm writing it. For now, this is what I'm doing.

One of the drawbacks of this "shooting in the dark" style is that I have difficulty motivating myself. I don't know whether this will end up being a novel, or a webdrama, or a novella, or a series of short stories, or something else I haven't thought of yet. When I know I'm writing a novel, for example, I can look forward to having a finished novel in my hands if I finish. If a short story, I can look forward to seeing the story in print in a magazine. With this...I'm just writing.

On the other hand, maybe that's the best thing. Maybe it's best that I get used to writing just for the sake of writing.

Sat, 19 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 19, 2003

Miyazaki's right. Girls rock. Fri, 18 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 18, 2003

It's distressing, though I'm not shocked: According to this survey, most computer users will give out their login password to a complete stranger if asked.

The question is, how can we fix this? Do we just keep repeating good security practices over and over? Or is there some way to show people the impact of insecure tendencies?

Oops...forgot to post this yesterday:

It's that time again
  Time for more sucky haiku
    Just 'cause I want to.

How can I improve
  writing productivity?
    I want to write more.

I just can't complain --
  As so many seem to do --
    That I have no time.

I do have the time.
  I can spend time each evening
    Writing...anything.

So, this is your cue
  Yes, you, reader of this page
    To suggest something.
Wed, 16 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 16, 2003

I normally write my journal entries one day ahead, but occasionally, I either forget to write it, or can't think of anything to write. Today's entry is victim to both of these; I tried writing about my home cooking, but couldn't make myself write an appropriately humorous entry.

So, instead, I'm thinking about last evening, which I spent mostly watching anime. More correctly, I watched documentaries about anime.

Three of Hayao Miyazaki's anime films were released on DVD yesterday, and I bought them all: Spirited Away, Castle in the Sky (a.k.a. Laputa), and Kiki's Delivery Service. Each one contains at least one behind-the-scenes documentary, which interviews the American voice actors and crew. My heart warmed to see John Lasseter geek out about Miyazaki's films; each disc contains a brief introduction by Lasseter, which he uses to heap superlatives on Miyazaki. "Like all of Miyazaki's films – which are great; you should see all of them – this one has a great story, great characters, and beautiful animation." On the Spirited Away documentary, Lasseter explains that, when the folks at Pixar have hit a brick wall in production, sometimes they'll just watch a Miyazaki film, and they'll invariably return to the work inspired and ready to work again.

It's certainly instructive. The DVDs contain a good set of extras, including the original Japanese trailers and commercials for these films. The ads for Kiki were fabulous, containing no dialogue and no "Mr. Voice" voice-overs. They were just music and animation, even in the scenes where the characters are obviously talking. The previews felt odd and disconnected as a result, which I think was good; it reminded you that you were watching a preview. You had to wait for the film to get the really good stuff.

I also watched a few episodes of Rune Soldier (a.k.a. Louie the Rune Soldier), which manages to be a first-class bit of anime. It's not brilliant, but it's not meant to be; it's an oddball comedy set in a derivative D&D universe. It focuses on being a fun show, and it succeeds in that. I appreciate that, while there's definitely some dramatic potential in this show, the show's always being funny.

Tue, 15 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 15, 2003

My new apartment is lovely, I think. A round leather table sits comfortably next to my cherry wood desk, and all 650 books rest on the bookshelves. Most things have settled into their places now.

But my apartment lacks two things. There's no internet connection, and there's no cable TV hookup (in fact, the TV isn't even hooked up to receive local channels).

This is deliberate. For one, the internet connection causes me problems with porn, and I want to free myself of its influence for awhile so that I can re-establish a healthy relationship with an internet connection.

But also, the internet and television are black holes for free time. Sure, I can use TV or the 'net to unwind, but I can use a book for the same purpose, and I'd rather be reading books than watching TV anyway.

I've been observing the effect of this situation for the past few days, and I've noticed a tendency in our culture to "catch up." We jump on the internet so we can catch up on current events, and our favorite webcomics, and blogs, and message boards. This becomes a routine, then a habit, then an obsession. And I don't think it's essentially natural.

Sure, it's good to know what's going on in our world. But people seem to feel that they need to be "caught up."

Maybe we don't need to be as connected to the pulse of our world as we are. Maybe we'd be better off if we spent more time in gardens and less time reading Slashdot.

Mon, 14 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:04 p.m.</p>

Heh. How to be a social commentator.

E-Mails

Wow. This morning, I got an e-mail with the subject "GOD Has Sent YOU A Message" with the following contents:

Look to GOD in this time!!!!
Not happy with your life?
Missing a loved one?
Not feeling well?
Depressed?
Lost hope?

GOD Can Handle It

Change Your Life Now!! Don't Wait

Click Here

Non- profit

You can safely click on the link; it goes to a religious website, from a guy who promises to pray for you. Just MSN Message him at themessenger@msn.com. The site's apparently genuine; there's one discreet page that offers USD $4 bottles of holy water (the order button has the hilarious text "Continue to Secure Love Donation form"...sounds like Japanglish), but otherwise the site never asks for money. It just promises that God will be there for you and that this guy who calls himself "GOD's Messenger" can help you. It's a shame that "GOD's Messenger" never names himself (I assume he's male), as it makes me wonder what he has to hide. He apparently performs a "Sunday service" by typing out a sermon in a text chat session on MSN Messenger Sunday mornings.

Reading the site, there's some questionable theology:

GOD Will be with you in time of trouble. But you must prepare yourself to receive his Grace. It will take some effort on your part. are you willing?

Hmm. Ephesians 2:8-9 reads, "For by grace you have been saved, through faith. And that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; not of works, so that no man may boast [of his works]." So, how does that reconcile with effort required to receive grace?

It can make sense, actually; humans uneasily accept grace. It does take some effort to change one's views. But the phrasing suggests a works-oriented view of salvation, that you have to work before God will accept you. No, God's already done the work. See the verse above and note the past tense.

From the chat log of the most recent Sunday sermon, he quotes Psalm 91:1, "He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty," then he writes:

What are the secret places it speaks about?

This is the retaliationship which each and everyone of Gods children have with him. only you and he know this relationship that makes it a secret.

Huh? Nobody knows about your relationship with God? You don't tell anyone? You keep it a secret? Paul wrote strong words against that. You should be telling anyone who wants to hear about your relationship with God. There's nothing secret about it.

The word that the King James translates as "secret place" others translate as "shelter." The rest of the Psalm speaks of being under terrible physical attack, and God sheltering you like a chick under the protecting wings of a great, strong eagle. The verse isn't about being secretive; it's about being protected.

"GOD's Messenger" seems to prefer the King James Version, which frankly is not the best translation to use with the non-religious, especially when you're broadcasting a message like that. Some people respond well to the King James because it's familiar, but when you have no idea who you're reaching, a more modern translation is going to be a lot easier for the average person to grasp. This suggests that he prefers the King James for a reason other than the best comprehension of his readers, which is weird for an evangelist.

The thing also feels clannish. Check out the end of the sermon; does it sound like a super-charismatic religious leader to you?

God has put Messengers here to guide you through this process. To help you to know
his plan for you

But you have to do your part Join this ministry Become active help others, Sow seed for later harvest Tithe
this is what God wants from you and if you do these things. You will
be blessed Do it not go to our membership area and fill out the membership form take your first step

in the right direction Go now. Members Go forth spread the word God is alive and well. He Loves them and wants them to come home.

God Bless you All

GOD's Messenger

The line between good-natured zealous evangelism and building up a cult of personality is pretty thin, and I think "GOD's Messenger" crosses it.

Then I received an e-mail from Shonen Jump, the manga magazine. I initially rolled my eyes at the prospect of getting monthly e-mails about the magazine, but after reading a few, now I look forward to them. An example:

Hey! We just wanted to let you know—you're not like the other readers. You're special to us, and we wanted give you the inside scoop about Issue 6. Don't get us wrong, we love all our readers—but you've distinguished yourself through your actions.

In other words, please stop picking your nose.

...

1. Issue 6 -- Once a year, Issue 6 comes out of its hole. If it sees its shadow, then you'll enjoy its contents. If it doesn't see its shadow, then you'll enjoy its contents even more. Content yourself with this stuff:

--YuYu cover. Everyone's favorite resurrected delinquent makes his first FEATURED appearance on the cover of SHONEN JUMP.
--Yu-Gi-Oh! Cards! All the Ultra Rare and Super Rare cards from the Legacy of Darkness booster pack! You don't GET them--you just get to SEE them.
--Paper dolls! Really weird, angry paper dolls.
--Clowns versus Pirates. Who would win?
--More Egyptian stuff.

Whoever's writing this stuff deserves a fat paycheck.

Sun, 13 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 13, 2003

I'm sitting in a Starbuck's, watching the people go by.

A man and his daughter sit next to me, the girl delightedly drawing on a piece of construction paper. Just drawing. Her father flips through a newspaper, and occasionally plays a game of Hangman with her (what a morbid connection!).

Others sit, and read their newspapers, and drink expensive coffee.

And I suddenly realize...there are no televisions blaring newsbites here. These are people reading about their country and their world, on a Sunday morning so beautiful it hurts.

Ha! There's a guy next to me with a PowerBook. A brother. He leaves before I can say anything to him, though.

Here comes another half a dozen customers, and several know each other. This is Starbuck's, the urban watering hole, where we finally have a place amid the concrete jungle to meet and chat and connect with each other. As much as it sounds like a clichè, it's true.

Fri, 11 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:33 p.m.</p>

Y'know, it's a shame. Orson Scott Card (yes, of Ender's Game) has a column called "War Watch" in which he argues about the war on terrorism (of which he considers Operation Iraqi Freedom to be a part). He's for the war, but not rabidly so, and his books have been fascinating and intelligent enough that I was eager to read his views.

And I find that, while his arguments are reasonable and interesting, he resorts to blanket statements and angered whining far too often. It's similar to that common undercurrent I dislike in anti-war blog entries; they're hysterical. They're loud.

Don't get me wrong; I think that war should evoke emotion. There's nothing wrong with getting worked up about it. But I'm tired of reading snide remarks about an author's opponents (especially blanket statements about all of the opponents) when the author's trying to make a rational, reasonable argument.

Just posted a review of The Hakkenden: Legend of the Dog Warriors to Points of View.

Wednesday night, I'm a bit embarrassed to admit that I did my own laundry for the first time in my life.

I'm a bit more embarrassed to admit that I was intimidated by the prospect. I'd never done it, and was afraid I'd completely ruin my clothes.

It was easy, and quite a relief. As long as I keep lights and darks in separate loads, it's fine.

The main problem, actually, is that while I don't mind ironing one or two shirts at a time, after that I become sick of it. I don't quite know what to do. I may just have to iron a couple of shirts every night.

Thu, 10 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:41 p.m.</p>

Isn't it weird when you stumble across a definition of something you never really needed a definition for?

"CALL ME MUSASHI!!"

(If you don't get the reference, explaining it won't help.)

Thanks to Brennen's efforts, the site seems back to normal. Thanks, Bren! And good luck with the Wiki.

 

A good friend of mine happens to be an artist. I took advantage of this fact by arranging with her to take art lessons from her once a week. We meet for about an hour every Wednesday night.

It's going pretty well, as I learn lots of interesting things about drawing. For example:

  • Use a real-world model. Even the masters used real-world models.
  • Try to look at the object you're drawing at least half the time. Glance up from your paper often.
  • Light and shadow define the three-dimensionality of an object. Sometimes, darkening some little area will turn a flat drawing into a rounded, three-dimensional one.
  • When shading, constantly shift the angle of your hand so that your lines don't all run in the exact same direction.
Wed, 09 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:26 p.m.</p>

Mr. Ebert, thank you.

"Disney can do better, will do better, usually does better. To release this film theatrically is a compromise of its traditions and standards. If you have a child in the target age range, keep them at home, rent an animated classic or Miyazaki's great "My Neighbor Totoro" and do them a favor.

"Roger Ebert's review of "My Neighbor Totoro" is in his Great Movies series at www.suntimes.com/ebert.

-- Roger Ebert's review of The Jungle Book 2

Yes, I know; there are CGIWrap errors on this site. Brennen's taking care of it.

So. Now that I'm reading something like three or four books a week, I thought it'd be good to read a lot of those classics everyone's supposed to have read but frankly never got assigned in eleventh grade English, and we never went back and read.

So I picked up a copy of Dostoesvky's The Idiot at the library two weeks ago, and am currently a few dozen pages into it.

I expected it to be dense and impenetrable; it's the exact opposite. It's light, funny, and easy to read. My main problem lies in remembering all the tongue-twisting Russian names. However, if I concentrate on just the person's first name and ignore the rest, I find that I can keep track of the characters pretty well.

The nice thing about the Russian authors is that they take their time, as a friend of mine said. They don't have to leap from tension to tension, constantly pulling along a panting reader. They can take the simple occasion of one character introducing himself to another and write it as a ten-page scene that reveals innumerable little details about each character and their society.

Which is what The Idiot is all about. The protagonist, Prince Mishkin, is a completely innocent, straightforward young man surrounded by shallow upper-crust men and women. His refreshing simplicity and honesty throws all those behaviors – many of which we've become used to – into strong relief, highlighting their spiritual ugliness. You begin to realize just how petty all of this is, and if you look around, you realize how prevalent it is in today's society too.

It's very impressive. Of course, I'm still only a few dozen pages into the book, so this can't be my final opinion. But I'm impressed thus far.

Tue, 08 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:26 p.m.</p>
"Fangirls, fanboys – some of you people out there get chastised by the fan community more than others. Yes, there is a reason. And yes, it is your fault."
-- "Bamboo Dong" from Anime News Network, in this column

The move is going well. It's still crazy, as everything settles down into more-or-less final locations, but the last big thing should be done next Monday, at which point I'll breathe a big sigh of relief.

Sunday's a good example of the frustrations I've been feeling: In setting up my TV, VCR, and DVD player, I discovered that the VCR had died. Every time I plugged it in, it would flick on for a moment, then die (sometimes accompanied by a brief whine). The VCR was old, and I'd had trouble with it before after power outages. But this happened at 7:00 on a Sunday night, and all the electronics stores are closed by then. So, I had to wait until Monday to buy a new one and set it up. That worked, but it was One More Thing To Take Care Of.

My main problem, actually, is that all this chaos has pushed my brain into an emotionally weird state, which is keeping me awake at night. I only got about four hours of sleep Saturday night, and about six last night. I need about eight. This makes me tired and prone to mistakes during the day, which only intensifies the frustration of realizing, for example, that I can't make stir-fry because I forgot to buy vegetable oil.

Fortunately, the only major things left to take care of are:

  • My books. I'm a bibliophile, so that's a significant ask. Fortunately, I came up wtith an idea I'm rather proud of: My Monday night small group agreed to meet at my place next Monday, and help me assemble bookcases and shelve books. That'll be a great help.
  • My framed anime cels -- I'll be hanging them in my bedroom, but there are about fifteen of them, so that'll be a significant chore
  • My desktop computer (Pendragon), which is another frustration. I put it in my bedroom on a computer desk in there, but discovered that all the outlets in that room are two-prong outlets. Surge protectors don't like two-prong outlets. Arrrrg. I don't know what I can do there, except run a big, ugly extension cord from the main room.

And, of course, there are all sorts of little things that I'd like to take care of. Last night, I opened up a box of all my old transformable robot toys (Transformers, Go-Bots, Voltron, and the innumerable cheap imitations), which kicked off quite a nostalgic trip through memories of playing with these things. I'm seriously tempted to photograph them and put together a section of my website devoted to them. There are all sorts of really cheesy toys here, and some impressive feats of engineering.

Mon, 07 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 7, 2003

Evangelion soap dishes. Really. Fri, 04 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:45 p.m.</p>

Last week, I finished reading a remarkable book: Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance by Robert M. Pirsig. Rather than post a lengthy description of my thoughts about it here, I wrote a review for Points of View. So, consider that my journal entry for today.

Hey, cool...there's a Tolkien Wiki, with lots of interesting stuff about Tolkien's work and world. Wed, 02 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 2, 2003

Here's the latest on my moving out:

I'm currently in the process of buying furniture and moving all my stuff into the new apartment. Last Saturday, I bought a beautiful little table, a nice set of china, a microwave, kitchen utensils, supplies, and all that miscellany. I'm sure I've missed a few things, but I think I have what I need.

I don't have any bookshelves yet. Bookshelves are important. Based on a rough estimate, I figure I own at least 600 books. If they were all put on one long bookshelf, that bookshelf would be about fifty feet long.

So, Tuesday night, my Dad and I tossed a few boxes of books into the truck and headed over to Wal-Mart to buy a set of bookshelves we'd seen last week. And, incredibly, they didn't have any bookshelves. Oh, they had several on display, but no actual boxes of bookshelves to buy. Arg. I'll have to call them over the next few days to see how many they have in stock.

By this Saturday, I should have moved about half of my stuff. I'm hoping to move the rest of it on Saturday, with the gracious help of my parents.

I feel very weird about it, though. It's not that I don't want to leave, exactly, and it's not that I really want to leave. I feel conflicted, but not about anything in particular. I think I'm just resisting change.

Not that I'll let that stop me.

Tue, 01 Apr 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:26 p.m.</p>

Audiences scale, communities don't. But Wikis may not have this restriction.

I tossed and turned on my bed, waiting for sleep to come. It refused.

It was early February 2003, and for some reason, I couldn't go to sleep. I thought about Wine, and what I wanted to write about. I didn't have anything new to write; I was just sorting through images and ideas.

Finally, since sleep would not come to me, I rolled over, grabbed my laptop off of the desk, flipped it open, and began writing the first scene of Wine, fresh, as though I'd never written any of it before. I typed a few pages before tiring myself out, which conveniently allowed me to put the laptop down and go to sleep.

A few days later, I opened up the laptop again, looked at what I wrote, then began writing more. I ended up writing half a dozen pages of Wine script. Note that I hadn't touched Wine in over a year. It was amazing.

As I wrote, I realized that I needed to research certain aspects of the story. Later that week, I picked up a few books on child psychology, and within a week had a new angle on the story which excites and inspires me.

So that's where Wine stands right now. It seems to have re-awakened. I want to write more of it, though I probably won't be able to until after this Saturday, when I've moved in to my new apartment.

And, of course, I haven't told you the whole story. There are so many little stories to tell, like Saalon's fabulous teaser script, and Wine's relationship to Murmur of a Summer's Day, and all the little ideas I went through and discarded.

Maybe some other time.

Fri, 30 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 30, 2003

My life has been very calm for the past week or two. I wrote "surprisingly calm," then deleted it, because in some ways it's not a surprise. It shouldn't be, at least; I've been slowly eliminating distractions in my life so that I could just be. Now I've finally reached a tipping point, where there's very little that I make myself do.

So, last night, I could watch another Bruce Lee kung-fu film: Return of the Dragon. I didn't enjoy it as much as The Chinese Connection, partly because TCC is set a hundred years ago in Shanghai, while Return of the Dragon is set in Rome of the 1970's. It's like photos of my Mom's vacations in Europe come to technicolor life: big, wavy women's hairstyles and Elton John fashions. The lanky black guy villain slouches and whines in a desperate attempt to seem cool.

Return of the Dragon is a very 1970's film, and of course I mean that in a bad way, because almost all films of the 70's sucked. It was a period of unflinching realism in film, which meant that every film was set in a crime-ridden urban neighborhood. Or, you got bad science fiction in which you knew it was the future because the cars had spikes on the fenders.

But it's not all bad; Bruce was a good actor, and more than that, he had real screen presence. Your eyes are just drawn to him. It was fun to see him playing around with a cloak-and-dagger bodyguard role, sometimes serious, sometimes playful.

And his final fight, the duel with Chuck Norris, is engaging and amazing. This isn't a simple fight; it's a duel between two masters, who clearly respect each other. Occasionally, during a brief pause in the fight, one or the other will smile, as if saying, "You're good." The fact that they didn't know each others' language improves the fight too, as there's no dialogue. It's just fighting, intercut almost absurdly with a kitten who's watching the fight. It adds a softness to the fight, a reminder that this is not simply a grim deathmatch.

If the film had excised the flamboyantly gay interpreter who whines for what seems like half the movie and some of the more annoying evil flunkies, I'd be raving. Ah well.

Thu, 29 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 29, 2003

Watched The Chinese Connection, a Bruce Lee kung fu film, last night. I enjoyed it quite a lot. The ending is a downer, but then, that's refreshing. It's nice to see a film where the hero doesn't live happily ever after.

On a completely random note, I'm taking tea at work. Every day around 3:30, I make myself a cup of tea and pull out two biscuits from my desk drawer. I refuse to look at a computer screen while I take tea; instead, I'll write in my work log or read a document.

It's a remarkable energy restorative for that final hour or so in the day. Before I instituted this ritual, I couldn't keep my eyes straight at the end of the day. Now, I can work steadily through until I leave.

And I do. Work has been busy lately, which is good. I'm not bored.

Wed, 28 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Lileks has an excellent Bleat that sums up a lot of my feelings on The Matrix Reloaded. Just, y'know, so you know.

...Which reminds me. I went to see the film, and didn't post my opinion here. I posted a bunch of thoughts to MatrixReloaded on the C2 wiki.

In any event, I had a very good weekend. It was productive in that relaxing way that comes when you calmly decide to do what you can, right now, without stressing out. And you find yourself being both productive and happy.

I caught up on quite a bit of anime: Dai-Guard, Argentosoma, Rahxephon, Tsukikage Ran, His and Her Circumstances.

That latter, His and Her Circumstances, was a real treat. It's by GAINAX (of Neon Genesis Evangelion fame), and I was extremely impressed by it. It's a romantic comedy that manages to be both truly romantic and gut-busting hilarious, without compromising either.

Fri, 23 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 23, 2003

If you put a human being in a big white box, over time you will dull his or her mind. I don't think I need to prove this.

Thus, our brains will atrophy unless we receive physical, visual creative stimulation.

Thus, creating a room specifically intended to stimulate you mentally should stimulate you mentally.

Thus, I'm doing this to my bedroom. I've put several colorful posters on the wall, as well as inspirational quotes. Two walls will be covered with colored animation cels. I've scattered a few wooden manipulation puzzles around. I have a computer in a corner, which can play classical music at any opportunity.

But I feel like I'm not going far enough. I want an environment that stimualtes my brain every time I enter it.

If you were to create the ultimate brain-stimulating room, what would it be like? Please describe it for me.

Thu, 22 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 22, 2003 [Screenshot from Ran]

Wednesday night, I watched another really interesting film. It was my first Akira Kurosawa film, Ran.

My opinions on it are decidedly mixed at this point, though that's a good thing. I was entertained by it, and I was impressed by bits of it, but I wasn't amazed by it the way many people seem to be.

Based on Ran and what I've heard others say, I think that Kurosawa is a filmmaker's filmmaker, not a filmgoer's filmmaker. Ran is certainly entertaining for filmgoers, but I think it's valuable primarily for the library of techniques and tricks he uses to evoke particular moods and style. Ran is a good film, perhaps even a great film, but it's not a fundamentally amazing film like, say, Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon or Once Upon a Time in China.

Of course, I haven't seen Kurosawa films like Rashomon or The Seven Samurai or Yojimbo, so I'm trying very hard to hold off any sweeping generalizations about all of Kurosawa's work.

Oh, the story? It's a rewrite of Shakespeare's King Lear, set in 16th-century Japan. He merges some actual history with Lear with his own story to provide a remarkable film about the final days of a power-hungry lord, and how his own power ultimately brings him down. Interestingly, this is a complete reversal from the story of Lear, who proclaims truthfully, "I am a man more sinned against than sinning." This lord is a deep sinner, and his sins return to drive him back into madness.

So it's a downer of a film, yes. However, that's balanced with a sense of deep morality. This is not a result of the capriciousness of the gods; this a man reaping what he has sown.

Wed, 21 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 21, 2003

So...sleepy.

I'm not sure why. Or, maybe, I am sure.

It all began with the rain.

I need to exercise, and I love to run, which I now do several times a week. Problem is, I hate to run in the rain. There's just something about being soaked to the skin five minutes into your exercise routine, your underwear clinging in uncomfortable places, while you're still warming up and aren't generating much body heat, that makes me want to throw my hands up and go back to bed.

So, I decided to look at some sort of exercise I could do in the comfort of my apartment, for rainy and otherwise unpleasant days. During my Saturday trip to the library, I pulled out half a dozen books on Yoga, Tai Chi, personal weight training, and other related topics.

I've gotten into a major exercise kick as a result. Now, in addition to running, I spend a little time practicing Tai Chi Chuan, and doing some rather intense weight training.

Is that why I'm so tired? I'm not sure. Problem is, I'm not feeling any more tired at night, but I have real trouble getting up. Today, I (purposefully) ignored the alarm and slept in until 10:00 a.m. This is good, as I obviously needed the sleep, but it's a bad sign.

Tue, 20 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 20, 2003

I was going to try to find something to write about, then noticed that Daemonsong has begun again. It's cool, and so is its Wiki (but then, most Wikis are). Fri, 16 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 16, 2003

A few weeks ago, I saw a remarkable movie named Once Upon a Time in China.

It's almost impossible for me to sum up. It's a martial arts movie, yes. It's also about the modernization of China. It's also about guns versus martial arts, technology versus personal skill.

It has its simple villains, yes. But its villainy is historical; things like this happened. It's simple the same way that life can be simple. And on the other side of that coin, it refuses to be simple-minded; there are good and evil English, and there are good and evil Chinese.

And it's combined with some of the most incredible martial arts I've ever seen. These people fight with ladders.

And I can approve of the hero; he's a healer, and a martial artist in the sense of someone who trains for the dedication and discipline it provides, not so that he can break other people's arms. He fights because that's the only way he can stop this evil.

"Martial arts...cannot win...against...bullets...."

Wow.

Thu, 15 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 15, 2003

The phrase "it's an acquired taste" has become a smirked insult these days, but some things really are acquired tastes, and the taste is worth acquiring. It's been true in my life of wine, of comics, of anime, and of many other things.

So it is of Mobile Suit Gundam, the original anime series that started the sprawling Gundam franchise.

[Amuro Ray]

I'll clear a few things out of the way before heading into the good stuff: the animation is atrocious. It's about equivalent to Hanna-Barbera's stuff from the 70's. The music is no better, frankly; it's pretty much exactly what you'd expect from a kid's show from 1979. Lots of bad drum rolls and trumpet blares.

But the story...the story.

First, the critical aspect to enjoying this show is establishing its historical context. Mobile Suit Gundam was released in 1979, during the same era as Voltron and Star Blazers. Anime was still very much for kids at this point. Imagine eight-year-olds turning on the television and seeing this:

  • The love interest's entire family is killed practically before her eyes. In the first episode. There's a terrible moment where she breaks down over the dead body of her mother. In a kid's show.
  • The hero, Amuro, (unknowingly) kills his own father.
  • Amuro has no idea what he's doing, and suffers for it. He doesn't win every battle through dumb luck and supernatural reflexes; he's beaten several times by Char Aznable, despite Amuro using a massively overpowered superweapon.
  • When the (few) civilian survivors of Side 7 reach a safe haven, they're told that they will all be deported to Earth, except for the civilian defenders who used the Gundam weapons. They've all been conscripted, because they've become privvy to top-secret technology, and the military's not about to let them wander off.
  • Amuro hates war. He despises the position he's in, and he despises his commanding officer, and he isn't afraid to make that clear.
  • Char is absolutely brilliant. He's constantly thinking a few steps ahead. Ahead of the other characters, and ahead of you.
  • There are no villains. There are just different sides.

Again, to make an anime series that's this serious, and that is this rigorous with its characters and even its science, was unheard of. This was made in practically the prehistory of anime, and it's as seriously rigorous with its approach as the best anime of today, despite being a quarter of a century old.

Would that all television was this visionary.

Wed, 14 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:24 p.m.</p>

Heh. From this journal, about watching the end of Neon Genesis Evangelion:

Just as watching "the Self-Loathing episodes" had the positive side effect of making me love myself, affirming that I have value and purpose, and filled me with the will to live and not be anything like Shinji Ikari, so did the OTHER End of Evangelion make me love all other anime. I love you, Dai-Guard. I love you, Gatchaman. I love you, His and Hers Circumstances. I love you, Gunsmith Cats. I love you, Rune Soldier Louie. I love you, Excel Saga. I love you, Boogiepop Phantom. Your ending was weird but it tried to explain things to us. I love you, Princess Nine. Your ending was terrible but at least it made sense in a disappointing way.

...

So there you have it. The real ending of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Watch all of Neon Genesis Evangelion except for the last two episodes. Then, watch the first cinematic episode where Little Asouka realizes that her mother's spirit is watching over her and she eviscerates the 9 evil Evangelions. Then, return the DVD's you've rented to the store and NEVER, EVER watch any more of Neon Genesis Evangelion. Because you now know the REAL ending: Pedro, Miss Will, G-Force, Dai-Guard, and the Boogiepop Phantom, hereafter known as the Crisis On Neon Genesis Evangelion Revenge Squad (C.O.N.G.E.R.S.) showed up. They gave Shinji a copy of The Joy of Sex, killed Seele, killed Commander Ikari, saved Asouka, turned Rei into a real little girl, and brought everyone else back to life. They also made that Ritsuko woman face the fact that she's actually gay and she and that girl that worked the computers at Central Dogma moved in together and had a healthy, happy relationship, just like the resurrected Kaji and Mitsuko. (I've misspelled at least one of the names, I know. Heck with it. I'm not looking them up to be sure.) The end. Go enjoy the show.

Last weekend was a whole lot of fun.

Saturday, I helped a friend move. There's just something good about manual labor in service to a friend.

...That may seem facetious. It's honestly not. You know that feeling you get after doing a good deed, when you're driving down the road and feel like a million bucks? That's what I'm talking about.

(And that's an interesting comment on our culture...that the apex of good feelings is equated with a large amount of money.)

I then went shopping, and bought a whole bunch of stuff; nothing really amazing, though.

On Sunday, after a great church service in the historic chapel at The Falls Church, my parents came by my apartment, and we had a great time just talking.

Then, two friends of mine came over to play Redemption, and we spent about five hours together. Very cool. It was one of those times when five hours feels like fifteen minutes.

That's all that's been happening to me. I've been purposefully avoiding my creative projects, as a mini-vacation for my Muse. He appreciates it.

See, for the past several months I've been pushing myself to be creative. I got to the point where I was driving myself to exhaustion in the pursuit of creative productivity. That's bad. Unfortunately, if I simply cut back on the number of projects, things might become more clear, but they wouldn't achieve the razor-sharp clarity that complete emptiness provides.

People say that you should "do what you love." There's a difference between what you'd love to do, and what's important to you. It's the latter that you should do.

I'm beginning to see exactly what's important to me.

Tue, 13 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:28 p.m.</p>

Oooh. I recently stumbled across alt.legends.atlantis, a clearinghouse for completely insane people. Check these snippets out:

First, we need to cover the surface of the earth with a cloud of Argongas,

Next, onto the polymer clones [orchid people].

This experiment survived the crash along with the radioactive blood worms and the flourescent mosses that were not killed along with the astronauts...

HAARP microwave beams are behind the violent spate of twisters and tornadoes and floods in the U.S. Midwest

One other important thing. If you speak a foreign language, or several, it will help you resist the telepaths.

Please ... let us start a thread right here where hundreds and thousands CONFESS!!

Does anyone else have visions of the Spanish Inquisition with that last quote? I'll also note that there were no replies to that thread....

Doesn't surprise me that Axel Springer AG is part of the nano-chip implant super-classified programs of mind control and telepathy at Fort Bragg.

You know, I don't think much about spelling when I'm writing the posts.

Wow. I just got a bit of spam that must have been generated by an impressively smart bot:

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Date: Tue, May 13, 2003 8:00 am

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To have pulled out the fact that I've put up information about Eburia is quite a feat, unless that was done manually by the spammer.

Mon, 12 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:40 p.m.</p>

HA!

Only a few hours later, I get (1) a kind response from a regular reader, giving me a thumbs-up, which is a wonderful blessing, and (2) an apologetic e-mail from Saalon, explaining that he hadn't even read my journal entry and that his rant was based on a completely different discussion. Lots of kindness.

And now, I feel ready to take on the world. Whoo!

Quick disclaimer (eek!): My earlier post was not a smackdown of Saalon. I was posting my feelings. I have great respect for him.

Heh. Funny how things work.

I didn't have anything to post today, but wanted to, then I saw this post by Saalon. It hurts. A lot.

And now I honestly don't want to post anything. Partly because I'm tired of people trying to put thoughts in other peoples' heads.

This is the second time this week that I've seen somebody jump to conclusions about what somebody else was actually thinking. When I first saw it happen, I wanted to get as far away from it as possible.

And here, it appears that Saalon's doing it to me. I don't know if Saalon was writing about me and my most recent post, but it sure felt like it. His assumptions about me really hurt.

Does it hurt because that post hits close to home? A bit, certainly. But I didn't post because I honestly thought that my life was insignificant. I was asking an honest question: Are people interested in reading about my life here? I can write about a whole lot of things — anime, technology, writing — and are people interested in reading about details of my life?The only response I've received so far is apparently Saalon's rant.

I guess, partly, I'm saddened that he (apparently) won't allow me a little depression now and then. Again, I don't know if his post was directed at me, but it sure seems like it. I don't whine about my insigificance much. Heck, "ambitious" is practically my middle name. I'm trying to start an anime company, build a giant mech, and be a successful writer, for goodness' sake, while making a nice salary working on the official flight simulator for the B-1 bomber. I'd say I'm pretty self-confident.

So, what do I do about this? I post about it here on my journal. Heh. Ironic.

Fri, 09 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 9, 2003

Phew. Yesterday, I finished prototype 3 of Contract Tycoon.

I may have mentioned this before, but can't recall: Extreme Programming makes programming a whole application a heck of a lot easier than I'm used to. Even compared to up-front design, developing each of these prototypes was easy.

Now I just need to upload it from Navi (my laptop) to stun-software.com. This is non-trivial, as the server doesn't want me to FTP anything to it. My admin's looking into it, but hasn't discovered anything yet.

Thu, 08 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 8, 2003

Eh. I could write about my life, but...why?

I mean, okay. I bought a Minolta QMS laser printer online from EMS Computing, which arrived yesterday. It had no printer cables. Apparently, this is common.

[Long rant about how silly this is, I mean, c'mon people]

I ran across a couple of really weird Usenet newsgroups yesterday, and one bizarre net.kook.

[List of URLs, newsgroup names, and sarcastic descriptions. Nobody follows the URLs; even if they did, they would waste precious hours of their lives on mildly amusing derision at others' foibles.]

Meanwhile, I'm having six anime cels framed. I was pleasantly surprised to learn that they should be ready in about two weeks; the framing store is usually backlogged one to two months.

Who, exactly, cares about this sort of thing?

Please note: I'm not saying that my life is uninteresting; I'm saying that the daily details of my life are uninteresting. Trivia is just that; trivial. I don't think it warrants my time to write it out and your time to read it.

Wed, 07 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 7, 2003

What if you want to learn how to cook, not how to follow a recipe?

Seriously. The vast majority of cookbooks teach you how to follow a recipe, not how to cook.

Me, I've always enjoyed cooking. It's a creative process that results in something that you, personally, can enjoy, pretty much immediately. And, you can share it with your friends without them saying, "Gee, thanks..." while they look at you like you're a growling Rottweiler.

But the cooking establishment seems to assume that, whenever you enter the kitchen, you become a robot following a specific set of instructions. "Use exactly two and one-thirds teaspoons of sesame oil; and no more!" And that means that most home chefs just follow recipes.

I've recently begun cooking from a book titled How to Cook Without a Book, which focuses on teaching the novice chef the principles of a dish rather than specific instances of that dish. So, for example, I've learned how to make a good omelette (using any ingredients) and how to make stir fry. Now, if I want to make an omelette, I can just make one with any ingredients that are on hand. If I want something more exotic, all I need are a few vegetables, chopped meat, and some sauce, and I can make some stir fry.

This is a good thing. I'm learning a lot, and I feel like I understand the dish itself rather than a specific implementation of it.

Why can't more things in life be that way? We aren't all machines. We need to know the why.

In other news, Stephen e-mailed, asking why I don't invite all my anime friends to join an existing anime club. That's a good question. Here are my reasons:

  1. I don't wanna. I just don't like the idea. But why?
  2. Well, it involves a certain loss of control on my part. I'd be justone part of a group, rather than the head of the club. Not a noble reason, but a reason.
  3. It means that me and my friends would be lost in a (comparatively) biggroup. I don't like the idea of us being assimilated.
  4. I want to get to know these half-dozen friends better. I suppose Ishould call them "friends and acquiantances;" most of them, I've only metonce. If we were to join a big anime club, we wouldn't be able to get toknow each other very well.
  5. As a group gets larger, it becomes harder and harder for the needs ofeveryone in that group to be met. This group had enough trouble decidingon anime to watch when we last met together. If we were to join a club ofseveral dozen people, some people just wouldn't be interested in what'sshown and would drop out.
  6. I'd like to start a club myself, just to see what it's like.
Tue, 06 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 6, 2003

As if I didn't have enough to do, I'm talking to a friend about starting an anime club.

It wouldn't take up too much time, actually; we'd meet Sunday evenings over the summer, during the same time as AWANA (which doesn't meet over the summer).

Why? Well, I know quite a few people who are interested in anime, and I think we could get them all together and have a good time. Community is good.

Also, anime distributors send pre-release DVDs to registered anime clubs well before those DVDs normally appear in stores. So, we'd get to see anime before others do.

Also, there's a certain economy to an anime club; rather than each person buying individual copies of anime that they only watch once, only one individual buys it.

I could just join an existing anime club, but when I have half a dozen friends interested in anime, why abandon them all for a group I don't know?

Mon, 05 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 5, 2003

Arg. I had all weekend free (except for AWANA, church, and the usual weekend errands), and did I write anything? No.

On the other hand, it wasn't through lack of trying. I sat down, I opened up the files for Wine and Seeing Things Invisible, and...nothing came. I just couldn't think of anything to write.

So, fair enough. I've come up with some plot points, and will use those the next time I sit down to write (maybe Tuesday night).

I refuse to beat myself up over this. That's more damaging than simply acknowledging that I wrote nothing over the weekend, and working to write my ten pages Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday nights.

Fri, 02 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 2, 2003

About a week ago, I finished listening to a book-on-tape of The Ten-Minute Internet Manager, a very helpful little book about how to run a dot-com. I was particularly struck by one piece of advice: answer e-mail less frequently, but answer all your e-mail whenever you check your inbox.

I'd heard this advice before, but hadn't heard this particular spin on it.

These days, we expect quick replies to e-mail. If you e-mail somebody about something, how soon do you expect a reply? If I'm e-mailing a business, I expect a reply within twelve hours. Twenty-four is acceptable, but three business days is just plain rude.

If I expect that from a business, how much better should I treat my friends? Shouldn't I get back to them as soon as possible?

Basically, we often check e-mail whenever it's convenient to us, but may not have time to actually reply to whatever e-mail we get. As a result, e-mail sits uncomfortably in our inbox, neglected. The author suggests a new paradigm: Whenever you check your e-mail, make sure you have the time to actually reply to your e-mail. If you need to, check e-mail only when you have a block of time.

The author points out that, in the digial age, if you have an e-mail that takes effort to reply to, it's better to reply quickly and write an imperfect e-mail than wait to gather everything and compose the perfect reply. You can always send another e-mail with more information later.

Obviously, one shouldn't go overboard with this idea or make it an ironclad rule. Particularly, if you're engaged in an emotional debate, you can compose a reply but wait to send it. Let that message cool off. But compose *something* write away.

I've implemented it myself; I check my personal e-mail address three times a day on weekdays, and once a day on weekends. I always reply to any e-mails that require response, even for e-mails that I would otherwise sit on.

Ironically, one negative side effect of this is my heightened expectations; I get slightly more frustrated with people who don't respond to my e-mails within a day. I don't hold it against them, but it is frustrating when people can't take the time to be more organized about their e-mail. Except that I was just like that a week ago.

"You should check your e-mail at least once a day, you know. It's best that way." — Alice from serial experiments lain

Thu, 01 May 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 1, 2003

From the beginning, when as an excited lad of fifteen I began writing my first novel, I've also wanted to be a Famous Author who wrote the next Great Novel (or Novella, or what-have-you). I've wanted to do what Ray Bradbury did, and William Faulkner did, and...other writers I've never read did. I wanted to be the sort of person and write the sort of works that people talk about excitedly.

I've since dealt with the implications of striving to be a famous author. I wanted to be a big name, to be recognized by an occasional clerk maybe. That's a fine dream, but it's not a particularly noble one. The desire for fame is not a good basis for an entire career. I realized that I should be motivated by something deeper than fame, and that I can be. I moved through it. So, all well and good.

But on Wednesday, I faced that other aspect to my original desire: writing the next Great Novel (or Novella, or what-have-you). I approach every project as though this, finally, may be the Great Novel. This, too, is a fine dream, and it's a noble one, but...but....

The problem is that it's unrealistic. Maybe I will write a Great Novel. But when I approach each project with this expectation, and the project turns out to not be a Great Novel, all my interest from the story trickles away like water down a drain, and I abandon it. When my prime motivation for writing is to write a Great Novel, that means that I can't write an Okay Novel, or even a Good Novel.

So, I'm trying to purge this desire from my mind, at least as an immediate motivation. I can still dream, and I can still pursue that Great Novel (or Novella, or what-have-you), but it won't be the filter that I apply to every project.

As the song from Fight Club says, "Where you are, you have no idea what the bottom will be like." I feel like I've dipped downwards, towards the cleansing bottom where I am what I am. Maybe this is the bottom; I can't know. But this is good. I'm eliminating cruft from my approaches to writing. I'm tossing away that filter. Now, hopefully, I can be a better writer, whether I become a great author or not.

Oh, and happy Beltane.

Mon, 30 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:49 p.m.</p>

Am I the only one who's seen an upswing in incest spam over the past month or two ("father goes down on daughter!!!")? I'm rather surprised to see this sort of thing in my inbox, since there's been such a crackdown on it lately.

I managed to read through two books this weekend, which is a refreshing change after several months of struggling through only a few books.

Book #1 was Feel This Book, a parody self-help book by Ben Stiller and Janeane Garofalo, and it was as hilarious as I'd expected. Book #2 was Killing Monsters by Gerard Jones, a tremendous work about childrens' reaction to modern media, particularly violent vidoe games and comics.

[Grave of the Fireflies artwork]

I also (finally) watched Grave of the Fireflies, an anime film about two siblings tossed about by the maelstrom of 1945 in Japan, which I'd stopped halfway through the first time I watched it. It was excellent, of course, though nothing like what I thought it'd be.

I expected to be an emotional wreck after watching Grave, as I usually am after experiencing anything that features the suffering of children. But I wasn't massively affected by it.

I think this is because Grave focuses directly on the physical, factual events of that era. It lacks any spiritual dimension whatsoever. Oh, we see the ghosts of the protagonists looking back over their history, but they are purely representative devices. Grave says, "Look, here is what happened." But it is so direct that it never delves into the deeper issues.

In a sense, Grave is a remarkably shallow film, and this is to its credit. Grave is a work of fiction, but things like this happened in 1945, everywhere in Japan. This is about remembrance, a memorial to the horrors of that time. Increased depth would only detract from the presentation of this truth.

Sun, 29 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, June 29, 2003

Yesterday, I went to Arlington National Cemetery.

You ascend the hill slowly, like a pilgrim ascending towards enlightenment, past dozens then hundreds then thousands of bone-white gravestones. Each one is engraved with a name and a dozen painful memories. Youc an almost see the families clustered around each grave.

You ascend to the top and are almost shocked by Lee's garden, an oasis of color and serenity. It is formal in structure but informally planted, explosions of orange and yellow spilling over onto neat gravel paths.

But this is not all the cemetery has to say. For, beyond the garden, lies the original Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.

It is almost obscenely beuatiful. Its circle of white pillars crowned with emerald clematis is a classic beauty, a Greek beauty, a beauty perfected twenty-five hundred years ago. It stands like Athena at the center of Troy's shattered remains.

Fri, 27 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 27, 2003

Ugh. The day stretches out before me like a vast, featureless, grey plain, dotted with a few ten-minute tasks. I feel like Kiki sitting in the bakery; "Booooooooring."

I tried to draw some birds in preparation for my next animation, and realized something important: I can't draw birds. Hmmmm.

I've decided that, rather than push forward with my own artwork in the hopes that it'll be good, I'll be better off if I partner with a good artist. So. That's next. I do have a good possible lead.

Thu, 26 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 26, 2003

Awhile back, I tried to start a collaborative fiction project on p1k3's wiki. It never really went anywhere, partially because I didn't really know what I was doing.

Now, I want to try again, but I want to do it on my wiki. Why not stay on p1k3? I don't really know. I feel more in control on my own wiki, which is kind of silly, since wikis are all about communal ownership. But there's something about starting a significant project under your own domain name.

I think I'll just start building a story on the wiki, and provide plenty of space for people to fill in.

Wed, 25 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 25, 2003

Sometimes, I feel like I just don't have the energy for these things.

Had a good talk with Saalon (as usual) last night, where we (as usual) talked about everything from Extreme Programming to writing to work woes. I always enjoy our talks, since we can just talk. There's no need to search for something to talk about; it just tumbles out in a never-ending stream.

Work's getting better. I had an incredibly busy Monday, which included tracking down everyone who has documents assigned to them and asking them for their status. I dislike that sort of thing, so it was a real effort for me. I did it, though.

All things considered, things are going reasonably well. Everyone seems to understand the situation I'm in.

I've posted a three-month calendar on the wall next to my desk, and have written in notes on the days when different people should be done with their work, so I can ping them about it then. It's the best way I can think of to keep track of people's promises.

On a side note, I've been spending a few minutes every day adding content to the Daemonsong Wiki, which is turning into an incredibly useful supplement to Daemonsong. It's wonderful, being able to pour in content over time.

Tue, 24 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 24, 2003

I'm lucky. I have very little debt. I've paid for my truck, I have no student loans, and I only have about USD $3,000 on my credit cards.

On the other hand, credit card debt is expensive, and I've been unable to eliminate it despite my best intentions for the past several years.

So, I've decided to turn the knobs up to eleven and purchase nothing other than food and household essentials until I've paid off my credit card bills. That means no new anime, no books, no odd plants for my desk at work.

I expect to be able to pay off those bills in two months or so. It'll be a long haul, but I think it'll be worth it.

Ironically, the next thing I'd buy is a 42" widescreen flatscreen TV, which I'd probably put on the credit cards so that I can get it several months earlier than I would if I saved up the cash. But I'm willing to do that, because I will have paid off the cards once, so I'll be able to pay them off the second time. Debt is always a trade-off, and it's crazy to always take it one way.

New anime music download, by the way. I'm thinking of changing it to a generic music download, now that I have a significant music collection. Perhaps I'll start posting some of the weird techno-ish music I've collected from across the web.

Here's how my music collection breaks down:

  • Classical, 22 hours
  • Anime, 19 hours
  • Techno-ish, 12 hours
  • Big Band, 11 hours
  • Christmas, 7 hours
  • Alternative Pop (They Might Be Giants, Gorillaz, etc.), 5 hours
  • Renaissance/Celtic/etc., 4.6 hours
Mon, 23 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 23, 2003

I've been struggling with the question of what to do for my next animation. I've had the idea of animating a few stylized birds at a bird feeder, and found a neat little piece of Classical music to go along with it. But I wanted to tell a very brief story, maybe fifteen seconds long, and I couldn't come up with a story that fit. A one-minute story would probably take me months to draw and assemble.

I was talking about this with my parents last night, and they pointed out that it's practically impossible to come up with a 15-second story. My Mom suggested, off the top of her head, a fabulous idea: animate birds in the foreground, but animate the foliage in the background shifting from summer to autumn to fall. It would get across the idea that "The more things change, the more they stay the same."

It's brilliant, and it's solved my problem. That will be my next animation. It's time to start scripting, collecting reference material (what do birds really look like when they're landing on a feeder?), and storyboarding.

Sat, 21 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 21, 2003

New poll, and new anime music download.

I have nothing to do today. I considered going to see Finding Nemo or Hulk, but now I'm indifferent about the prospect. I just don't want to spend the hours required to get to the theater in time and pay a hefty chunk of change for a ticket, all for the benefit of Dolby speakers and an audience.

I videotaped the Redemption club last night, in the hopes of recording the fun times we have. It revealed a few interesting things:

  • If I plan to do this more often, I'll have to turn off the anime we normally have running. It's just too distracting to hear.
  • The tape is much more interesting when I'm holding the camcorder and taping a battle in close-up. I may start playing only one game per night, and spend the rest of the night taping (with the anime off).
  • I need to record the digital video to disk each week, and that's going to take up a lot of space, so I need to both edit out the boring bits as I record to disk, and look into more hard drive space.
  • I'm...cool. I watched myself on the tape, and I realized that I'd really enjoy having me as a friend. I'm a fun, relaxed guy, at least I am in that relaxed atmosphere at Redemption. Wow. A lot of my insecurities melted away when I saw that.
Fri, 20 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 20, 2003

Animaxis.com sends out daily e-mails to subscribed customers, describing new products on the site, most of which is anime toys and other miscellaneous merchandise like figurines, trading cards, and pencil boards. I like having a feel for what anime merchandise is available, so I subscribe.

But I find myself slightly depressed after reading through each one, because it's just a huge advertisement for consumerism. "If you liked Prince of Tennis, surely you'll want to buy this commemorative keychain!" It's depressing to realize that some people really do obssessively buy every piece of Mahoromatic merchandise they can find.

In other news, I've been going through my Bad Teen Novel, The Wand of Cabalis, and inserting commentary. You can read what I've done to the first chapter, if you'd like. I'm still chugging along on chapter two.

It suddenly strikes me that it might be interesting to Wikify that book and insert commentary that way....

Thu, 19 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 19, 2003 [Working Together Animation]

Despite the problems, I finished animation #4 on Tuesday. It's an eight-second clip of a man talking, complete with audio and multiple layers of animation.

The character in the clip is Suranta, First Emperor of the Continent, from my Seeing Things Invisible world. I pulled that line from the middle of a speech he delivers to a bunch of politicians, which is part of why it feels so stiff and unnatural to me.

Oh, I'm not seriously complaining. The clip's certainly not as good as I'd like it to be, but that's okay. I shouldn't expect perfection in my initial experiments. Suranta moves and talks, and that's all that I need to satisfy me at this point.

My goal is to be able to attract artists by pointing to the animations I've done as proof of what I'm capable of doing. All the animations I've posted so far are a bit embarrassing, so I'm planning my next animation to be a Fantasia-like short involving fairly simple shapes. I should be able to draw simpler shapes well enough to make an animation that looks attractive.

Wed, 18 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 18, 2003

I am continuing to exercise, though not as often as I was a few weeks ago. I'm doing a few isometric exercises and long sit-ups and push-ups, but only one or two per night.

Still, I feel it's most important that I get in a little exercise often. I can always expand my routine once it becomes a habit.

Tue, 17 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 17, 2003

I continue to work on my animations. My current project is much more complex than the previous ones; it's an eight-second animation of a talking character, complete with dialogue.

After noodling around in After Effects, I've managed to assemble the animation itself, but I've run into a major problem: I need a microphone so I can record the character's voice, but during the move, it looks like I've lost my good microphone. Ick. I hate having to buy a new one, since in my experience, microphones are hit-and-miss. The mike ends up being either excellent or absolutely awful.

And I couldn't buy a new one last night, since I had Monday Group, and got lost on the way back. Nothing exhausts me like an hour-and-a-half drive through Washington, D.C. and into Maryland. And that made me sleep through my alarm, which means I got to work an hour and a half late, so I have to stay late.

Not a good day. But maybe I'll stop by a store tonight and buy a freakin' microphone so I can just finish this thing.

Mon, 16 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 16, 2003

You know, it's bad when you really want your work-day to end, and you've been at your desk for twenty-five minutes.

Work continues to be completely uneventful. As always, there's some busywork I can attend to, but it's busywork. The human soul shrivels when it has nothing productive to do.

I had a good weekend, though. I took my truck in for its mid-life tune-up at the local Firestone shop, met a really nice guy there who reads science fiction, and received the truck back the next day. It was a fantastic turn-around time, though it cost me about a thousand bucks. Still, the truck purrs like a kitten, and I have confidence that it won't collapse halfway through a long trip.

That's my most important concern about motor vehicles — I don't want to think about them, so I have to think about them. More accurately, I want a vehicle that I know will always work, so I feel it's important to keep it well maintained by getting it serviced regularly.

[Read Or Die]

I also bought more anime (surprise, surprise) — Full Metal Panic, His and Her Circumstances volume 3, Rune Soldier volume 2, and a wonderful new OVA called Read Or Die.

R.O.D. is almost undescribably enjoyable; to use the ridiculous modern parlance of pointless combination, "It's like James Bond for bookworms!" Or perhaps "Cowboy Bebop for bibliophiles." It's the story of a bookish young woman (thankfully, for anime, an actual young woman — she's post-college) who's a special agent for the British Library; books have magical powers, apparently, and she has a neat little superpower: total control over paper. She can form it into any shape, or make it hard as steel. This may sound silly, but it works.

The series is an action-oriented, tightly-plotted, funny, well-written adventure. Moreover, the ending is strongly character-driven, and it hurts. It's everything that an anime OVA should be, really.

Fri, 13 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 13, 2003 [Picture of Ed]

The BBC has a reality show called Faking It, where an average, blue-collar worker gets four weeks to train for a high-powered job, and see if s/he can make a panel of experts believe that this is his or her career.

I watched an episode last night, in which a burger-flipper named Ed trained to be a high-powered chef. He was a mousy guy who had to become an incredibly confident chef barking out orders.

And here's the difference between an American reality show and a British reality show: Faking It presented this as a triumph of the human spirit, of one guy doing his best, overcoming his shyness, and doing a great job. An American reality show would have focused on how well Ed conned everyone.

You can take it either way. The BBC makes it uplifting.

Thu, 12 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 12, 2003

It's a gorgeous morning: warm as a soft blanket, the air fresh and clean. It makes you want to go out and set up a lemonade stand, you know?

I went to a customer meeting on Tuesday, which was a surprising success in terms of my work troubles. My boss' boss explained my dilemma to the customer, who seems to understand my position.

More than anything else, I was impressed with my boss' boss, that he volunteered this to the customer. He told the truth, even when it hurt.

I've been reading Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point, which has been a fascinating experience. The book relates a number of interesting real-world experiences in Tipping Points, where things change drastically. In New York City, crime fell drastically in the 90's. Why?

The book delves into several aspects of Tipping Points, including the types of people who bring them about (well-connected extroverts, well-informed experts, etc.) and certain critical aspects of the situation, such as stickiness.

Fascinating stuff, really.

I seem to have fixed the anime music download, which is now available on the right-hand side of the page. My main problem at this point lies in pointing people towards it and the poll; they're a bit lost over there....

Wed, 11 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 11, 2003

Last night I pulled the wonton wrappers out of the fridge in heady anticipation of a new culinary treat — home-made ravioli. I had a recipe, and all the ingredients. Heck, getting the wonton wrapers was a story in itself, but I have other pasta to cook here.

The first step involved boiling water. Experienced cook that I am, I know the secret to boiling water: It takes days. So I poured a "generous two quarts" of water into my deep skillet and turned the burner on "high."

I then began preparing the filling, for which I'd bought plenty of cheese. Actually, way too much cheese. At least four times the cheese I needed. Ah well; I grated about half a block into a medium bowl, then added the spices, and finished up with a raw egg.

Some people react to raw eggs the way they react when allowed to pet a snake. They'll do it, but they'll scrunch up their face as much as possible. I don't have this problem. While raw eggs do have an unpleasant intestinal consistency, I can crack 'em open and mush 'em around with abandon.

It's good, too, since I had to mix the raw egg into the filling. I could have whisked it or used a fork, I realized afterwards. Ah well; hindsight is always 20/20. I mashed in the egg.

Meanwhile, the water was boiling. Good; I added some salt and oil per the recipe, then proceeded to lay out the wonton wrappers.

That's the genius of this recipe: rather than making pasta, you just use wonton wrappers, which are already the perfect size. So I laid out several on wire racks, plopped some filling in the center of each, ran a wet finger around the edge of the wonton, and laid another wonton on top, pressing it down a bit.

The recipe was clear that ravioli is very fragile, so you have to be very gentle with it. But I noticed that the wontons on top weren't sticking well; I couldn't press them down firmly. Oh well, I figured, better to keep them from breaking, right?.

I finished four ravioli, and the water was still boiling away. I worried about all that water steaming out of the pan, and added a bit more just to be safe, then finished another four ravioli.

I dropped the eight completed ravioli into the water, then went back to assembling the other eight. This was pretty easy; drop filling, run finger around edge, add second wonton....

Then I glanced back at the pan. The water seemed...cloudy. Sure, boiling water is usually a bit opaque, but this was almost whitish. Odd. White, just like the ravioli filling....

...Oh.

The filling had seeped out of all the ravioli, so that I was now cooking plain wonton wrappers in cheese-flavored water. I sighed, pulled out a spoon, and poked through the wreckage; a few ravioli were still intact. I decided to let them finish cooking.

I picked up the in-work ravioli and firmly pressed all the sides down. They were strong and firm. No breakage problems. Ah well.

It was around this point that I read the recipe more closely, and discovered that ravioli is supposed to cook in simmering water, not boiling water. Ah. Great.

I pulled out the two surviving ravioli and tossed them onto a warmed plate, then dumped out the entire contents of the pan into the sink. I re-filled the pan with water, salt, and oil, brought it to a simmer, and tossed in the remaining ravioli. As they cooked, I tasted the first two ravioli; they were actually quite good. They had a good, robust taste, though they were a bit too salty. I'll try putting less salt into the pan next time.

I cooked the remaining ravioli and tossed them into the refrigerator. I'll taste them tonight, to see how they keep over time.

Overall, the experience was a good lesson. The ravioli was easy to make, really; my problems were due to misinterpretations. Cool. I can't wait to make them again.

Tue, 10 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:15 p.m.</p>

Note: There's a new poll on the right of this page. It seems to work.

So, I'm still a bit under the weather (and what a strange turn of phrase that is), but I'm functional. I'm at work, for example.

I completed another animation last night — I added a background to the red bouncing ball animation, and posted it to the website. It's simple, but again, it proves that I can do this.

Next will be a much more complicated animation: a talking character, with moving lips. Yep, I'm moving into audio.

I figuratively pulled the fire alarm yesterday at work. I e-mailed my boss and his (sort of) boss, explaining my concerns and what I need. This morning, my boss sent out an e-mail to the engineers, telling them that I'm out of work and need documents. This was very nice of him, but then, he's done this before and it's had no effect. Well, if there's no change by the time of the next customer teleconference, I'm going to raise the issue there with the customer.

Mon, 09 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:34 p.m.</p>

Heh. From this review: "Thank you, Neon Genesis Evangelion, for making "emotionless construct" a popular character type."

Finally, after several weeks of being ill every Monday, I'm not nauseous today.

Today I have a sore throat.

Seriously, it's not that bad. I did end up sleeping until noon and missing a meeting with a customer, but it was rescheduled, and I don't feel absolutely terrible. I will be taking it easy tonight, though.

In other news, I've updated the Otherspace Productions website with two animations. I've actually made an animation. It's incredibly crude — a bouncing ball — but that's okay.

See, before I can make the next Fantasia or Secret of NIMH, I have to start with the basics. I want to progress steadily, methodically proving that I can, indeed, do this or that.

One of the advantages to this is frequent positive feedback. I started with something really simple, and completed it. That feels good. Now I can move on to something slightly more complex, and complete that. It creates fewer opportunities to become discouraged.

Sat, 07 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 7, 2003

God's draining his bathtub on us again. This isn't a stately rain, or a a calm rain; this is sullen rain. Rain that wants to be hail.

It's made worse by the fact that yesterday was achingly beautiful; a high of 82 degrees under an postcard blue sky that God had dotted with clouds just for visual interest. And that had been preceded by a solid month of grim grey skies and incessant rain. I'm surprised God hasn't stuck his head out of the clouds and said, "Oh, you know that promise I made to Noah? I was kidding."

Yesterday was a struggle at work. I'm deeply discouraged about my work at this point, and can't make myself attack it much. Oh, I do work every day, but I have no enthusiasm.

Why? We have two hundred documents to complete in the next month and a half, and they (almost) all have to be reviewed by engineers before I can finish them. The engineers know that they have to review these documents soon, and that I need them sooner rather than later so I can review and format them properly before the deadline. But the engineers haven't sent any documents to me yet.

Worse, I'm the one who has to get on the phone with the customer every other week and explain why our chart of "documents complete" has been horizontal for the past several months.

I didn't mind so much until a few weeks ago, when I began realizing that I'm out of time. I don't think I can review and re-format two hundred documents -- some of which are hundreds of pages long -- in six weeks.

I'm going to look bad.

And it's not my fault.

And I can't think of anything I can do.

As always, Advice is welcome. I almost never get e-mail about journal entries, so anything would be welcome. Heck, I haven't received a "u r a moron u suk" e-mail yet, which means I still haven't hit the big-time.

Sheesh. I guess this rain is getting me down.

By the way, the Adobe bundle arrived today. Thanks, Saalon and Erin!

Also by the way, the new ABe/Ueda/Konaka anime series Texhnolyze started airing this past April, not next April, as I'd previously thought. I could get fansubbed VCDs of the first five episodes off eBay, but I really don't want to go nuts over this series yet. Because of its pedigree, it'll be too easy for me to build up my expectations too high. I'll look into it. I'll keep an eye on it. If I build up a huge interest in the series, great. But for now, I'll treat it like it's any other anime series out there.

Fri, 06 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:15 p.m.</p>

This is the Week Of Suckage. No good journal entries this week. I hope to be back on the ball next week, though.

I drew several more frames of animation last night. Now all I need is for the Adobe bundle to arrive from Saalon, and install it, and then I can start assembling them.

It comes with Photoshop, so I can become a Photoshop Weenie. Expect to see a bad logo complete with bizarre texture map and a lens flare soon. (Kidding!) (I hope.)

Wow, here's a fun e-mail I got this morning. I've actually had to clean it up a bit to remove some annoying HTML, and split out the URLs from the plain text (http://www.messiah.comes.de.msSigns is not a valid URL).

From: "The Messiah comes" <Caramba538@compuserve.de>
To: me@other-space.comDate: Thu, June 5, 2003 10:37 pmSubject: Signs from God
(Botschaft) http://www.messiah.comes.de.ms Signsfrom God. The Messiah comes. We have the end of the WorldSigns from God. The Messiahcomes.We have the end of the World and already 3th World war. TheMankind faces the Doom and as well the biggest ever experiencedHolocaust. Each second Humanbeing ends up in the Pond of Fire. Ifthe Messiah is not coming now (Jesus Christ, Son of God, King ofthe Jews), God will come as Devil-and Germany brought the entireMankind into Hell. Owing to the Brandenburger Nazigate in Berlinevery Human will be punished as hard as Adolf Hitler. That meansHell forever:Final Solution (Endloesung) Everyone who doesn't call Mankindinto Paradise has got at least the same much Guilt and Dirt atputting like Adolf Hitler an will be punished just as hard. TheUSA was sworn in to the Bible and is liable with the FinalSolution (Endloesung) Death on the Cross forever-The one who supports Wholesolemurderers and Traitors- like especially the USA and otherCountries did towards Germany-will be executed as Wholesalemurderers and Traitors and sent to the Pond of Fire. LaughingThird Persons are even hardest punished by God.Since the USA bombed the Cradle ofMankind (The Gulf-War USA and Irak),is the entire Mankindcondemned to Hell.When God`s Children are getting bombed,pays theMankind with the Eternal Penalty. That includes also the USA. TheIraq is the Cradle of Mankind, Tigris Euphrat theBeginning of the Bible. Adam and Eve. The one who`s theWorldpower Number 1- as it happens to the USA-has got the MainResponsibility for the whole Mankind and is liable now even withthe Final Solution. Death at the Cross- Hell forever.If the USA belief that they couldmake War on their own account- then they have to count with theeternal Punishment. The USA bombed once before the Cradle ofMankind (1991 Irak) and is already condemned to Hell. But for tomake a War needs the USA the Permission of God himself. Whichwill never be granted.The Brandenburger Nazigate inBerlin is the Hellgate of Mankind and must be pulled downimmediatelyGermany turned with theBrandenburger Nazigate Got to Devil-Germany is therefore Nationof Kain and High Treason and brought the entire Mankind into Doom.Germany has gotthe Worldpower tobring the entire Mankind into Hell if the Brandenburger Nazigatein Berlin is not pulled down immediately and if there will hot beatoned for the second Worldwar. The USA must be careful that theydon't come into Hell completely in because the reunion of Nazi-Germany.Who Protects Wholesale murderers and High Traitors like the USAdid for Decades, will be executed as Wholesale murderer and asone guilty of High Treason and ends up in the Pond of Fire. TheUSA raised Nazi-Germany and is liable now for the reunited Nazi-Germany.Germany made an Oath to God and the Leader of the Nazis. Thatmeans everything what Germany does falls back to God-Germanycaused with that its own Sentence. Which is Death on the Crossand Hell forever. That is now reputed even for entire Mankind. Ifit would be up to Germany the Mankind would be in Hell alreadyand lost forever. Hence The Mankind must be called now intoParadise. Before a War even takes Place. Anything else meansWholesale murder and High Treason. The condemnation for that isHell forever.The USA have got now the Mainresponsibility for the entire Mankind, and with it also forGermany. The one with the biggest Power must also account for itto God. So the USA is liable for the Final Solution Death on theCross Hell forever.Jesus Christ is a Diamond,is our Redeemer-canrelease us from the Guilt and save entire Mankind from Downfall.Sign from God is noAdvertising,but a Message and isreputed for entire Mankind. http://www.mose.de.ms The Blind ones lead the Blind onesand allof you will fall into the Black Hole, into the eternal Fire.Final Solution (Endloesung) THIS EMAIL IS NOT SPAM Sign from Godis the last Key to Paradise and has to be spread Worldwide,becouseMankind faces the last Judgement and is threatened to leavethe Earth.Sign from God is the Salvation.Signed The Apostle Abraham cradle ofmankind Abraham3@directbox.com
Thu, 05 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 5, 2003

I really don't have the energy to put together a reasonable journal entry today. Here are a few notes instead.

I re-watched some of Fantasia last night, particularly the "Rite of Spring" and "Night on Bald Mountain" sequences. I was re-struck at the incredible power of those animations to create an emotional reaction.

I'm buying a bunch of hideous blue tubs at Office Depot, to toss all my miscellaneous stuff in. I can't really think of any better solution for where to put spare computer cables, papers, DVD cases, etc.

I haven't seen any of my friends recently, having been sick and all. It feels...not good. Maybe I should see if anyone's interested in getting together to see X-Men 2 this weekend. It's important to keep up with one's friendships.

Wed, 04 Jun 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 4, 2003

I haven't posted anything to this site since Friday, and I won't apologize for it.

It's good, actually. A couple of times over the past few days, I wished I had a chance to clean out my personal e-mails, but that was the extent of my concern. It proves that I'm no longer tied to having an internet connection.

Besides, I was ill. My stomach's been in a protracted guerilla war against me for the past decade or so. Every so often, it'll get seriously upset, to the point where I'll vomit, but I'll only vomit air. (Saalon can verify this). This got really bad during college, when eating lunch an hour late would throw my stomach into complete violent revolt.

Things are better now, thanks to amazingly expensive drugs. Unfortunately, I still need to see my gastroenterologist, whose office isn't returning my phone calls. Bad customer service.

Um. This isn't really going anywhere, for what it's worth.

I did take advantage of my prostrate position to watch a massive amount of anime and kung fu films; Mobile Suit Gundam, Digimon, Argentosoma, Rahxephon, Bubblegum Crisis: Tokyo 2040, Gasaraki (three whole discs in one session), Tsukikage Ran, Project A-Ko 4, Iron Monkey, The Street Fighter, Drunken Tai Chi, and Fists of Fury. Whew!

Thu, 31 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 31, 2003 [The Irish Walk]

I spent most of last evening wrestling with Adobe Premiere, which is surprisingly clunky. It doesn't allow you to move clips "on top" of each other, and it wouldn't let me move multiple clips on the timeline. Whenever I made one change at the beginning of the project, I had to re-position all the clips after it. Ironically, I found the "lightweight" personalStudio much easier to work with. Except that it can't handle the wide range of formats that Premiere does.

I was editing together a collection of clips from last week's Redemption club meeting. My original intention was to create a short demo movie, which I did. But now that I've assembled it, I think maybe I should have made something more akin to a "highlights" video. I like the idea of following Lileks' lead and creating a highlights video for every evening we meet, in addition to keeping raw video for later assembly into a...err...Redemption Music Video. Don't know.

Meanwhile, Brennen writes:

"Orwell wrote in a world which has since changed immeasurably; his concerns were different and the axes he had to grind aren't mine. Still, it seems good to point out that while the imagery of 1984 and Animal Farm has become a kind of lip-service orthodoxy in its own right, Orwell had a lot of other things to say that would still be worth hearing."

Moreover, it's easy to forget that there was a time before 1984 and Animal Farm. Those books made such an impact precisely because they were so shocking to their culture.

We forget that, decades ago, a whole lot of people romanticized the Soviet experience, sugar-coated it, or were just plain ignorant of it. A whole heck of a lot of people living 50 years ago thought that socialism and command-and-control governments were fundamentally good and would inevitably lead to world peace. I'm not exaggerating; many magazines published thoughtful opinion pieces about the shining governmental example of Soviet Russia.

(If you've ever read Winston Churchill's thunderings against the evils of communism, this is partly why -- a large number of Brits during WW2 were all for communism, and wanted to emulate it. The majority of the population simply didn't understand the uglier forces that permeated Soviet society.)

The Soviet experience was neither 1984 nor Animal Farm, nor must communism inevitably result in those horrific visions. But those works woke up a lot of people to what those forces can create.

Wed, 30 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 30, 2003

I wrote a long journal entry for today, then had an experience which sums it up:

You know you're too tired for work when you notice that the buttons on the Windows taskbar are flashing in sync with Daft Punk's One More Time, and it amuses you.

For context: I went to bed late Monday night, then overslept and woke up groggy and grumpy (which would be a great name for a preschoolers' show) Tuesday morning, and slogged through the day, during which I wrote the above.

Today, Wednesday, I'm feeling fine. I couldn't go to sleep until 3:00 a.m. last night, so I overslept again, but now I'm feeling fine. And I think I'll make up the time on Saturday.

'Cause, frankly, I'm more productive at work on the weekends. I'm focused. I want to get in and get out.

No photos yet; I forgot to upload them yesterday.

Tue, 29 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 29, 2003 [Swamp]

I've begun taking photographs.

...Wait. Arg. I'm taking pictures, but I never liked the generic feeling of that term. But no film is involved, so it's not really a photograph, is it?

Anyvay. I'm taking pictures, I guess, with my Kodak DC-5000. It's a decent digital camera; 2 megapixels and a 3x zoom, but the picture quality just isn't as crisp as I'd like.

But I've begun taking my camera around with me everywhere, with the intention of photographing anything that looks interesting. I took it out with me the other day when I wandered around Old Town Alexandria, and plan to start posting the pictures here.

I've found that I pay closer attention to my environment when I have a camera with me. I don't get distracted by my own thoughts; I see my world.

New review of Kafka's The Metamorphosis in the Library.

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Mon, 28 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 28, 2003

Ahhhh, it's a new week, and it's time for a fresh set of journal entries.

Today's topic: debt. Debt is bad. I think we can all agree about this.

But why is debt bad?

It's bad because it costs you money. For any kind of debt, you have to pay a little extra money on your debt, namely, interest. For a credit card, the bank charges you every day, depending on your balance and your interest rate. The higher the balance, the more they charge you.

Obviously, this is bad, since you end up paying extra money just to spend money. If you leave $1,000 for a year on a credit card with a 20% APR, your balance will be $1,200 at the end of that year. So, by doing nothing for a year, you end up owing the bank $200.

Say you want to pay off that debt. Great. But you still have to buy food, and clothes, and gas. And when you're standing in front of a Suncoast display with shelves of your favorite movies imploring you to take them home, will you be strong enough to refuse them?

However.

There's another side to this debate. It's possible to be too rigorous about debt.

My sister has an extremely debt-averse friend. One day, my sister noticed that this friend's glasses were cracked. The friend explained that she wouldn't be able to save up the cash to replace them for another three months.

But, hey, at least she's not in debt. The 20% interest on that credit card charge of $100 would've built up to a whopping $5 by the time she'd have been able to pay it off.

Debt isn't all bad. For example, let's say I decide to buy a $5,000 HDTV plasma screen. I could buy it for cash. Or, I could buy it a couple of months early and pay partly in cash and partly on a credit card. In the time I pay off that $2,000 on the credit card, the interest will only amount to maybe $100. In effect, I'm paying $100 to get this TV set several months early. I'd be happy to do that.

Debt is insidious, but it can be managed, and it can be used well.

(So says the man who is buying almost nothing beyond groceries until he pays off his credit card bill. But still.)

Sat, 26 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 26, 2003 [A wabbit!]

New poll. And, behind the scenes, a spiffy new poll generation script, so I should be able to update it reasonably frequently.

Meanwhile, check out that little guy on the right, whom I see often around my neighborhood. He was kind enough to let me take a picture of him.

Fri, 25 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 25, 2003

Brennen replies, in his usual wonderfully thoughtful way, and I think I agree with him on pretty much all counts. On the other hand, this is a very personal subject, and by that I mean not that it's taboo, but that each person approaches it differently and has his or her own internalized version of it. It's so internal that I ultimately can't generalize about everyone's experiences.

Though I don't want to suggest that that terminates the debate. Everyone experiences the flu differently, but that doesn't make it joyful.

For what it's worth, my daily routine (and my Mom's, now that I think of it) is a set of consciously designed algorithms. Perhaps not all of them in full, but the large majority of them and to the greater degree. :shrug: But perhaps that's nowhere near as common as I thought.

I made a number of minor updates to the site, too many to remember. I've adjusted the layout of the pages; the sidebar on the right is now floating in space rather than confined in a black box. I think that un-clutters the page nicely. The images at the top were cleaned up, too.

My sleep patterns have stabilized, by the way. Four hours wasn't quite enough, but six hours seems to be about perfect.

I'm still experimenting, though. For example, for a while I had a two-tiered wakeup system: My computer wakes me up with a rousing recording of In The Mood, then ten minutes later my radio switches on to the local Classical station for an hour. I timed it so that I could get to work on time even if I let the radio play for awhile before getting up.

Problem is, this had the effect of coddling me. I'd wake up to blaring trumpets, and would immediately think to myself: Eh. I'm groggy. I don't want to get up. I'll just wait for the radio to kick on. Then the radio will kick on, and I'll think, Well, I'll wait for this song to end. And before I knew it, I'd be late for work.

I changed all that. I turned off my radio alarm. That way, I had to get up with the blaring trumpets. And it's good; I'm not wasting that half hour every morning.

I've also begun exercising in the morning, when I first get up. Now, I am not a morning person. I'm groggy and half-asleep when I get up. But I can walk outside, and I can run. So I do.

Why run in the morning, when I could do it in the evening (and was)? Because I've noticed that I'm much more attentive and "on the ball" after I've exercised. So, why not have that energy for my work day? Why slog through work when I could attack it?

It's working, so far (except this morning, but that was partly due to a weird night previously). I feel more energetic, and I have something to give at work.

Thu, 24 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:44 p.m.</p>

A persuasive argument for President Bush's eventual militarism of the U.S.:

"This country has become too much of a fashisiom, it's sad really."

(From a rambling comment to the messageboard on UFO Dreams)

One of the disadvantages of writing all my journal entries in advance is that, if I respond to a current event, it's at least a day old by the time I post my response.

Thus with this journal entry from Brennen. He writes:

Decided the other day that routines are most often born of a failure to penetrate the surface of things, a general lack of awareness. You order the same thing every time at the coffeeshop because you don't know what else is on the menu. Decided this is a key thing to remember. The world is infinitely deeper and more complex than floating along the top would ever suggest.

And I thought...nah.

Routine allows us to navigate a complex world. Without routine, we'd be presented with so many decisions every day that there'd be too much to cope with. I'd rather concentrate on the important things rather than the mundane ones (most of the time).

Routine also speeds up life. I like Martin's Potato Bread. I've tried different kinds. I like Martin's best. When I'm at the store and I need bread, I zip down the bread aisle, and with the practiced ease of a kung fu master, whip out a loaf of Martin's Potato Bread and lay it in my cart. Without routine, I'd spend maybe five times longer at the grocery store. And I'd rather minimize my time at the grocery store so I can spend more time reading or drawing or writing.

I feel strongly about this because I'm still getting used to my routine after having moved. Moving out of my parents' house into my own place completely disrupted all of my non-work routines, and it was a real pain. I don't want to return to that place.

Do I think that all routine is good? No. Sometimes, it's good to try a different kind of bread. But I have no desire to suspend all my routines, and they are not born out of a general lack of awareness.

Wed, 23 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:13 p.m.</p>

I've rewritten the library, and begun updating it again. You'll find a mini-review of Philip and Alex's Guide to Web Publishing by Philip Greenspun, among other things.

My vision for the library is to turn it into a celebration of the beauty and wonder and weirdness of books. I want it to celebrate my bibliophiliac nature.

1:00 p.m.

The Photo of the Week. A good opportunity for me to broaden my mind.

Okay, this week I'm catching up on all the journal entries I meant to post last week but didn't, then meant to post earlier this week but couldn't after my hand slipped while rewiring the site.

Sometimes I wish we lived in a Star Trek world, where you could fix a matter transporter by pressing a blue salt shaker into a tube. Then I could rearrange the interface to this site by spending half an hour dictating the new interface to the computer, as it responded in a cranky monotone.

Ah well. The web world has progressed by a heck of a lot over time. Never forget that at one time simply changing the color scheme of a site like this was a Herculean effort. Never mind adding navigation buttons to every page. Yikes.

Anyway, on to last week's entry:

Remember what you felt like the day after pulling an all-nighter? Remember feeling noticeably off? Definitely awake, but the edge is gone. You're not fully there.

That's how I feel as I write this (on Wednesday the 16th). This is probably due to the fact that I got four hours of sleep last night. Intentionally.

I did this because I talked to a co-worker about my recent problems going to sleep. She said something ridiculously sensible: If your body doesn't want to go to sleep, maybe that's because your body doesn't want to go to sleep. Maybe I'm forcing myself to get eight hours of sleep when I only need six. Or fewer.

So, last night, I stopped by a coffee shop and bought some groceries and talked to Saalon for an hour and went for a run around the neighborhood and showered and wrote some more of Seeing Things Invisible and watched Robotech, and went to bed only when I got exhausted, and that was a bit after 3:00 a.m.

...And I had no trouble waking up. I trotted weirdly down to the bathroom, got ready, left for work on time, and arrived a bit early of all things. It worked.

The only dark cloud on my skyline is this off feeling. The thing is, I don't know if this feeling is a residue from my recent screwy sleep, or if it's caused by my four hours of sleep last night.

>Writing Thoughts

Ahhhhh. I finished a short story last night.

Well, more accurately, I wrote the last page of a short story last night. It still needs a lot of editing.

But...ahhhhh. I finished a short story.

I'm proud of it, too. It's an emotional story about a woman who's returning to the small town she grew up in, to retrieve an earring she left behind, so that she can take it to her stroke-impaired mother to see if it will make her remember her past. It's sad, but it's very hopeful.

Tue, 22 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 22, 2003

Ack! Sorry for the lack of updates; I broke the backend to this site over the weekend, and only just now got it fixed. Arg.

On the other hand, the update to the website is going well. I've updated my bio and given my writing sub-site a good facelift. I'm really enjoying this opportunity to give this entire website a thorough facelift and rewrite.

Sun, 20 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 20, 2003

Note the new navigation images in the upper-left corner of the page.

This is part of a(nother) significant re-design of my personal website. More changes are intended.

I know, I know; the navigation images are rather annoying. And it looks like Mystery Meat Navigation (though it's not; the icons [hopefully] make it clear which image is for what). That's just part of the redesign. I acknowledge that it's not necessarily as usable as it was before for now, and that's okay. I'm just phasing in each part of the redesign over time, so I can see how each part works all over the site before implementing the next part.

For instance, by implementing this now, I've discovered that I really need to put the title of the page somewhere. But that's a non-trivial fix thanks to the way I have this site set up.

So, for now, at least we have pictures.

Fri, 18 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:55 a.m.</p>

Heh. And here's something from a really rather interesting article by John C. Dvorak about the appeal and ubiquity of online porn:

Here are the top ways to obtain porn on the Internet:

1. Stand Still
2. Get an AOL or Hotmail account and look in your e-mail.
3. Click on any spam solicitation

He makes an interesting point: An article will get more hits if it merely mentions porn in the title. I mean, nobody expects an article by Dvorak will actually show hot girl-on-girl action. So why do people want to read about the problem so much?

Sorry for the lack of update yesterday. No excuse; I just completely forgot. I normally update this journal around lunchtime, and yesterday I went out to lunch instead of having my regular PB&J at my desk.

Meanwhile, I apparently have lost my subscription to the Wall Street Journal. It didn't appear on the strip of grass next to the driveway yesterday, and it didn't appear there today. I did receive a "please renew" notice yesterday, but that seemed like rather short notice.

And I won't renew just yet, as I'm determined to pay off my credit card debt. I'm on track to be debt-free by mid-August, and I won't be dissuaded. I can live without a morning paper for a month.

Here's a nicely-put quote from an article about why online columnists like James Lileks don't get newspaper columns:

"Newspapers and TV talking heads are falling behind their audiences because they refuse to read the map that is in front of their noses. They want to regain their monopoly on commentary, and seem to believe that by ignoring the repeated tidal waves that hit them, they can will themselves back to relevance." — Hugh Hewitt
Wed, 16 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 16, 2003

A few nights ago, I spent a sleepless few hours in bed thinking over my desire to quit my current job and start writing. As I struggled, I came to a decision.

At work, the current project will be done in about a month and a half. If I leave now, their documentation will be screwed. I don't want to do that to the folks here. I could, but I don't want to.

So, I decided that I would work hard to finish the documentation at work, and then I'd see where I stand. That should be about a month from now, at which point I should have all my debts paid off. And I'll see how I feel then.

But I need to work hard. I need to tear through a bunch of work. I need to feel that satisfaction that comes from taking a workday and nailing it to the wall.

So, I did that the next morning. And I did tear through a bunch of work, and it felt so good. It was so very very good.

By not wanting to do work, I did great work. Not bad for the anguished thoughts emerging from a sleepless night.

Forgot to mention: Sunday I went to see Pirates of the Caribbean, which is now one of my favorite pirate movies ever (perhaps my second favorite, after The Buccaneer). It's an absolute blast. It has great action, all of which is actually character-based (the great lesson of Hong Kong kung fu cinema). It captures the mood of treasure-laden pirate ships perfectly. It's got a few good shocks. There are a bunch of great lines, most delivered by Johnny Depp (who improves the film considerably). Orlando Bloom (Legolas) gets to play with swords in that peculiarly intense way of his. The CGI is the most natural I've seen since Jurassic Park.

And one of the pirates is played by Gareth (the tall, smarmy guy) from The Office, a zombie with a persistent problem keeping his right eye in its socket. That turned the coolness factor up several degrees by itself.

Tue, 15 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 15, 2003

I've had a very interesting life lately. Things are going well; my spiritual life is improving dramatically, I can at least recognize the routine my life is supposed to be in now, in my spare time I do things that I have great joy doing, I have a good job, and though I live in Moria, just outside the door is an absolutely beautiful garden that's been in full glorious bloom for the past several weeks. I'm content.

Except, lately, I haven't been able to be content. This is partly due to my completely screwy sleep patterns, which haven't improved (though deep thanks to all you who've written encouraging notes about it). I'm still not going to sleep until after midnight, and getting to work around 10:00 a.m. I've e-mailed my superiors about this, and they seem fine with it, but it's still unnatural. I've started taking sleeping pills, too, so hopefully those will help me get through this hump.

But beyond that, I've been in an unusual place spiritually. I've been...okay, this is going to look nutty. But it's true.

I think God may be telling me to quit my job at NLX and become a writer. Not eventually. Now. I feel like I shouldn't be working at NLX; I should be writing and/or animating. I should be working from home, on these things that I enjoy doing, and that I'm pretty darn good at.

Now, I can see the wish fulfillment fantasy in there. But I am content with my job at NLX. It's frustrating and hard sometimes, but I've dealt with those feelings, and I've reached a point where I enjoy it and I'm fundamentally content with it.

If this were an occasional fantasy, I wouldn't pay it any attention. But it keeps coming back. People talk about following your dreams and doing what you feel you should, and it hits me like a punch to the jaw. I feel convicted.

But it's crazy, I keep telling myself. I have no savings to fall back on, other than my 401(k). To strike out on my own, to just stop and do that thing that I think I'm supposed to do....

...wouldn't that be just like those inspirational stories? I would not be the first person to chuck it all and just forge ahead regardless of the consequences.

I'm not ready to quit my job. But I keep asking myself: Since I believe that people should follow their dreams, why don't I?

Mon, 14 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 14, 2003

A couple nights ago, I finished one of those small pleasures in life that becomes greater as it becomes less frequent: I finished reading a sci-fi novel.

Some people read trashy romance novels. Others watch bad kung-fu films. Me, I love actiony sci-fi thrillers. The kind set in an inventive future, where lots of things have changed, and the protagonist is suddenly being pursued by killer robots.

Which exactly describes James Allen Gardner's Vigilant, set on a human-colonized planet ten years after a devastating plague, which is beautifully and horribly described in the book's opening chapters. We then fast-forward through the protagonist's self-destructive young adulthood into her initiation into a local watchdog group, at which point she's suddenly being pursued by killer robots.

It's not a great novel, but it's a surprisingly good one. The mystery of what-the-heck's-happening is pretty interesting. The world is well realized. There are lots of interesting characters, particularly the protagonist, who has a whole range of issues.

On the other hand, as the Amazon.com reviews note, Gardner has a tiring thing for the inherent corruption of governments. You can hear him grinding his axe in the background. This detracts from the story's momentum and just doesn't fit.

But, like the Amazon.com reviewers, I enjoyed the book anyway.

By the way, I'm currently updating the anime song download pretty much every day, and won't be announcing the new song on this journal. The song will just change.

Fri, 11 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 11, 2003

Since I couldn't go to sleep Tuesday night, I spent some time working on Seeing Things Invisible.

I've established most of the characters' personalities, but they've had no goals. Characters must have goals to push the plot forward.

So, last night, I worked out what each of these characters are striving for. That gives me a good basis for what the characters are going to do next.

I also established some large events that will punctuate the story (assuming I write it), which gives me something to write towards.

This is good.

Meanwhile, an interesting link: A Group Is Its Own Worst Enemy, about the dynamics of online communities. Excellent stuff, by somebody who knows what he's writing about.

Thu, 10 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 10, 2003

Am I the only one receiving a lot more incest spam over the past few weeks?

(Hoo boy. That sentence should make my access logs interesting.)

In other news, good post, Saalon. I agree in the main with the entire thing.

I do want to clarify one point, though, and that is about the fact that Jesus doesn't talk much about sex. This is true, but he lived in a different time and stressed the issues that were particularly important then. He was much more concerned with the rampant twistings of spirituality that existed in the Jewish church in those days.

We live in a sex-soaked culture, much more so than in Judea of two thousand yers ago. Am I suggesting they lived asexual lives? Certainly not. There was plenty of sexuality back then, but it wasn't as ever-present as it is today. My local Borders looks like this; d'you think they had this sort of stuff in Israel circa 30 A.D.?

[Love Hina manga cover][Tenchi manga cover]

So, just because Jesus didn't talk about sex much doesn't mean he didn't think it was a big deal. It just wasn't the pressing social issue then that it (arguably) is now.

Wed, 09 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 9, 2003 [The Hulk]

As mentioned previously, I saw Hulk Sunday night. I liked it a lot.

I loved Ang Lee's direction. There's a lot of subtle directing in the film, from spacious wide shots to claustrophobic scenes of characters pacing and cogitating. Lee knows exactly what he's doing and how to get across a particular mood.

He's also inventive with his use of "comic book panels;" the screen will occasionally divide into multiple panels, each of which shows something different. This is usually used when there's a lot happening at once, or the action is complex, so you can see the action from multiple angles. Once, though, it's used to convey a lot of information at once; we see the same scene from three different perspectives, and we see two characters' eyes meet in a way that would be much more jarring if it were intercut.

The movie also does an excellent job of pacing out the Hulk's appearances; rather than have him go on a rampage for ten minutes, he busts up in relatively short bursts throughout the film. This is good; otherwise the film would've been incredibly boring as it lead up to that ten-minute rampage. As it was, the first third or so of the film was almost too slow.

The actors all put in excellent performances. Eric Bana as Bruce Banner managed to act like a severely emotionally repressed man, which is quite a job. Nick Nolte stole every scene he was in. And I love Jennifer Connelly. There's something about her acting style that's always clicked with me, that I respond to on some deep level, going all the way back to Labyrinth. My only complaint was Josh Lucas' Talbot, who was a painfully one-dimensional villain.

And I thought that the Hulk himself looked good. Some have complained that he looked weird, but as another reviewer put it, what else would a huge green monster look like?

Tue, 08 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:53 a.m.</p>

Hey, is anyone else going to the Third Annual Nigerian EMail Conference?

Monday group last night was surprisingly...caustic.

At a certain point, the members a group become comfortable with joking with each other. That's good. We've certainly reached that point; we'll talk smack at each other, and laugh.

But last night felt different. We talked a lot of smack, and while we'd still laugh, there was something simmering under the surface that felt...not right. I felt like there was always a barb waiting to be said.

I think that some of us were so comfortable with the group that we were being incredibly intimate (not sexually), and that it was inappropriate in that setting. We were "letting it all hang out" when the group just hadn't progressed to that point.

At what point does a group become too comfortable?

Mon, 07 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 7, 2003

I had an excellent weekend.

It was hot, all weekend: in the 90's and humid. I didn't mind that on the Fourth of July, because the Fourth is supposed to be hot. You're supposed to sweat on the Fourth. The fireworks are a relief from the heat of the day.

On Friday, I visited some old friends to help them set up their new wireless network. I was satisfied that I was able to help; though we didn't get it to work, I knew enough to be able to isolate the problem and suggest what they should do next. I at least worked from knowledge.

I then drove to my parents, where I lounged in their pool. They are lucky dogs, as they've installed a heater in the pool, so the water was absolutely perfect. I felt like staying in it forever, floating in crystal-clear water. But no, Mom tossed some Buffalo Burgers on the grill, and we had a delicious dinner, after which I drove over to McLean Bible for Redemption. Only a couple other people were there, all of us older, so we were able to watch Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door (the movie) on a big screen.

The Bebop movie was excellent. They managed to recapture the fun and feel of the TV show, while telling a decent story, and giving all the characters exactly the screen time they needed. And it was just fun.

I spent a good chunk of Saturday at home, though in the afternoon I puttered around with my parents, showing them a few places near my apartment. I was able to spend the evening ironing as I listened to Prairie Home Companion, an experience that I'd like to turn into a habit. Not that ironing is any fun, but at least I can listen to an entertaining two hours of music and humor while I do it.

I also talked with Saalon, which put me in the mood to write. And, amazingly enough, I did: I scribbled out an idea, then wrote about five hundred words. I feel rusty, but good.

I spent all day Sunday out. First came church, then I returned to those family friends to further hack away at their network. We made some progress, though I plan to return again so I can back up some of their files. I did make some progress on another front, though: one of them is a Dragonball Z fan, and has drawn some excellent fanart. I talked to him about doing an animation for Otherspace Productions, which he said he'll think about. I'm excited; that's a good resource.

Afterwards, I went out to dinner with some friends, and we went to see Hulk, and as one of my friends put it, "For what it was, it was superb." More to come on that later.

And now I'm sitting at my desk, writing this entry. I wish I could write some more of that story – I'd like to see where it goes – but it's 10:45 p.m. and I have work tomorrow. So, I'll read a bit of Charles H. Spurgeon then try to drift off to sleep.

And that was my weekend.

Fri, 04 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:50 a.m.</p>

Thank you, Saalon, for this entry. I've been dealing with exactly the same thing with writing. It's given me a lot to think about.

I think I need to buy a writing notepad, per Saalon's suggestion.

Looking for a copy of GTO (Great Teacher Onizuka) or Landlock? I'm selling 'em on eBay.

Today is an absolutely perfect July 4th. It's hot but clear, perfect for sitting in a lawn chair with an overcooked hot dog in one hand and a crimped plastic cup of soda in the other.

I actually have a fairly busy day. I'll stop by a friends' house at 1:00 to helping them set up their wireless internet connection. I'm no expert in this, but I'm hoping that my m@d h4x0r sk1llz will be all I need.

Then I'll go to my parents' house to hang out for a few hours, relaxing in their (heated) pool and helping with a letter they have to write. Boy, that's a story, and one I may tell here at some point.

Then I'll be meeting up with my friend Sasha, who has "a surprise for me." Hmmm. It appears to be an anime film, which I'm betting is Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door. Little does he know that I have a surprise for him (which I won't reveal here in case he reads this journal).

Thu, 03 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 3, 2003

I finished up the first disc of Full Metal Panic! Tuesday night, all four episodes.

It was...well, it's hard to describe. The concept is brilliant -- a screwball romantic comedy set in a giant mech universe. It's Love Hina in the world of Gasaraki. The first two episodes set this up and milk it very well. The series is funny, but also has the strong emotional core so necessary to make a romance work.

But then the execution falters. Episodes three and four are unexpectedly turgid; each scene drags on with unnaturally long pauses and empty dialogue. This is partially due to the introduction of a villain, which consumes a good chunk of these episodes. Also, the protagonists are separated for both episodes, so we don't get to laugh at their interactions.

Overall, I still like Full Metal Panic!, and will definitely buy disc 2. I just hope it can recover from the half-lidded sluggishness of episodes three and four. And to be fair, the last few minutes of episode four are quite entertaining. Ah well.

(I can't find good artwork for this series, unfortunately...I'm tempted to scan a screenshot.)

Wed, 02 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 2, 2003

So. Er. Perhaps I should rant here.

Problem is, there's nothing that I want to rant about.

I dislike ranting, really. It's a sad excuse for assembling a coherent argument or actually doing something. If you hate something, either dissect it so it can't survive, or march down to the square and change it.

There's nothing wrong with emotions, of course. But making an argument through emotion is no way to make an argument. You can't persuade me by being passionate.

Passion's another interesting topic. It's easy to confuse love with passion, and not just in a romantic relationship. Love makes a kid watch movies; passion makes a kid make movies. There's a whole other dimension to passion.

And passion can be good or bad. Look at the passion of the students at Tiannemen Square. And look at the passion of Usenet.

That's all for today.

(...Boy, that was weird.)

Tue, 01 Jul 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 1, 2003

Arg. I haven't been writing my journal entries a day ahead as I have been for weeks, and as a result, here I am, ready to write an entry but not quite ready. I dislike being so unprepared.

Part of the problem lies in my life: It's been pretty uneventful lately. I'm at a quiet point in my life. I'm calm, I have nothing really going on, and this is good.

My animation work has slowed to a standstill as I contact an artist friend about doing an animation.

I haven't written anything in weeks, but may begin doing so soon. I think I have an interesting story for some of the characters in Seeing Things Invisible.

Fri, 29 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:45 a.m.</p>

And a quick update, when I thought to check p1k3.com. Brennen writes:

There are precious few people I can really communicate with at a distance, and I don't want to demand some fake response when I know there's really not much to say. How are you, fine thanks and yourself, well gotta go, take care: It's just a way to destroy whatever you've shared with someone in the process of trying to preserve a connection.

No.

No.

A wheezing, sickly, tired attempt at communication is still better than no communication at all. Brennen's post suggests that, if you can't do it well, you shouldn't do it at all.

And that's wrong. You should do your best to do whatever you're doing well, and you should work very hard to do it. But you need to try.

Because, what is communicating well? As soon as you decide that this is enough, that you have to do that much, you've set up some artificial standard for what makes a connection. And life's never that simple.

Connect. Even if it's just a "hello." Especially if it's just a "hello."

I know too many people who won't bother to keep up a friendship, even if it just means a brief phone call to check in every once in awhile.

Eek. Significant lack of updatage recently.

It's all that darn full-time job's fault. I still have tons of work to do.

And, no, I'm not complaining. This is good. I'm glad that I have a reasonably useful, reasonably satisfying job. It's not saving children from horrible death, but our soldiers will use what I write to better train the pilots, who will use that training to at least kill fewer people (fewer innocents, and more resources and fewer combattants...one nice thing about smart bombs is that you don't have to nuke the entire mountain to knock out a power plant). It's something.

But it's a lot, and it's a lot on my mind. My days currently consist of printing out code, then typing up explanations of each function. Which is exactly what I was hired to do. It's just that there's so much to write, I have to really push myself to write all day.

In fact, last night I got home (late) and, after making dinner, didn't even try to write or compose or do anything else creative. I just curled up with Moby Dick and walked the decks of the Pequod for a couple of hours.

(What a weird book. I look forward to writing a review of it for the library, as I have a rather unusual take on it....)

And unfortunately, it'll be weeks or months before I'm done with all these documents. So, there's no telling when I can get back to a regular update schedule on this journal.

Wed, 27 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 27, 2003

I find this fascinating: a sixteen-year-old named Barry Minkow constructed a completely fraudulent company, and eventually took it public. When it all came crashing down, a company worth almost a quarter of a billion dollars was found to have assets totalling $62,000. Here's a well-written overview (and here's a more complete but less well-written one)...except it's not the fully story.

There's an article in Monday's Wall Street Journal about Barry, who is now helping the SEC detect corporate fraud. He offers valuable insights into how fraud is perpetrated.

Everyone I met in prison had one thing in common - they never planned on being there. And not one of those companies went into business to defraud. Not one. Neither did I. What people don't realise is that fraud is always a means to an end, never an end in itself. There is always a rationalisation: I'm going to do this now, and it's tough, but next week we're gonna get some big carpet-cleaning jobs, whatever, and we're gonna make it back, pay everyone back, nobody's gonna be hurt - and that will be the cure.
— Barry Minkow

He's apparently found God, too. I'm always suspicious of that sort of conversion, but he's low-key and pretty straightforward about it, and he's made some significant life changes, so it seems legitimate.

Tue, 26 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Huh. I opened my e-mail inbox this morning to discover I'd collected one hundred spams in 19 hours. That's a new record. I've asked our server's admin to set up some sort of spam filter. I don't even really need an ironclad solution that removes all unwanted e-mail; I just want something that'll take care of the obvious stuff.

Can't write much today; I overslept this morning, and I have about 24 pages of code to document before I leave. I should be able to do it, but that leaves little time for writing journal entries.

Last night, my church (The Falls Church) met to discuss our reaction to the General Assembly's appointment of a practicing homosexual as a bishop. It was a rather difficult meeting, as everyone was pretty worked up over it. We oppose it, as a whole, and feel a need to response.

Let me make one important point here to clear up any potentail misunderstandings: This is not a condemnation of homosexuals. It's also not really a condemnation of homosexuality. It's about our church's position in an organization that believes homosexuality is not a sin. Here's the logic:

The Bible makes it pretty clear that homosexual sex is a sin (though it does not say that being attracted to others of the same gender is a sin). It's also very clear that all sin is equal, and we are all sinners. So, the act of homosexual sex is a sin just like any other. We're not trying to make homosexuality a huge horrible thing, and we're not condemning a person because they're homosexual. Our church would welcome gay people into our congregation (I would hope; I don't know because there's no noticeable gay membership in the church).

The big problem is that this new bishop does not acknowledge that homosexuality is a sin, and the General Convention (implicitly) agrees with him. We're concerned because we as a church are part of an organization that has turned its back on Biblical teaching.

As our rector pointed out, this is good in a sense. It's forcing a whole host of issues to the forefront of debate. It's making us talk about this.

If nothing else, this is forcing the Anglican community to ask itself about its track record of treating gay people, which I'd say is pretty darned poor.

Mon, 25 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 25, 2003

Had a good weekend, though without any major exciting events to write about.

It was an achingly beautiful weekend; both days were nearly cloudless, starting out cool then warming up just to remind you it's summer without ever beating you up like some summer days do. Bees buzzed, butterflies fluttered drunkenly around gardens, and life was good. The flowers weren't all in full bloom, as this is the end of summer, but that only made the ones that did bloom that much nicer.

I paid off my credit card bills on Thursday, finally and thank the Light, so I spent much of the weekend shopping. Got a nice new black shirt, which I'm wearing as I type this (and I've already received a compliment on it), a new belt, the Jet Li film Fist of Legend, a new inflatable mattress, and two new bookcases, which just about tapped me out. Then I stopped by Kitchens, Etc. for a juicer and discovered that they finally had more of my china pattern — on clearance. Eeks! So I spent $60, but I now have eight full place settings in my pattern.

It's ironic, isn't it; now that I have my credit cards under control, I spend a lot of money. You'd think I'd be anxious to hoard it now.

On the other hand, money has never had much of a hold over me. I like buying things with money, but I don't really worry about it or think about it. And if I decide to just stop spending, I can do that pretty well too.

Fri, 22 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:53 p.m.</p>

Saalon, my condolences.

An idea has been noodling around in my head for awhile.

I want to build an IRC server that's combined with a MUD, allowing users to essentially play a MUD that sits on a working IRC server. I think I've found the perfect framework for this: pircd, a fully functional IRC server written entirely in Perl, and coded nicely.

Here are some of my criteria:

  • Minimal combat. I'd actually like there to be some combat, but something highly dependent on the player's skill. Note: the player's skill, not the player's character's skill.
  • A world that expands intelligently. I've actually worked out a system that would allow the world to expand when explored. So, I could create a simple desert area with a few basic descriptions, and if a player steps "off the map" into a new area, the game would automatically create that new area.
  • A world where players can create and modify just about anything, without constantly resorting to an artificial "wizard" class. I can understand having wizards; I just dislike the idea of creating this large, distinct class of people who can change things, as opposed to everyone else who cannot. I'd like it if players could forge new objects, frex.
  • Bringing in some elements of real-time strategy games, particularly the ability to build objects that produce other objects. Imagine being able to build a Bakery. You bring it flour, and it gives you bread.

I've already taken pircd and written a few modules that let players connect, set their description, and explore a minimal environment.

Sorry for lack of updates yesterday; our office was hit by a virus so I didn't get the chance to upload anything before we had to shut down all our PC's and wait for IT to patch each one individually. Arg.

More to come later today, but for now, I have a new book review at the library: Indra Sinha's The Cybergypsies, a surprisingly excellent re-telling of his experiences as the member of a bunch of MUD players from the FidoNet days.

Wed, 20 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 20, 2003

Okay, now I can actually update this thing, since I have my notes.

I spent Sunday on a bit of a road trip.

[Cannon peeking over a fort]

It was merely a three-hour drive south to Petersburg, Virginia. Petersburg's a small town, notable mainly for the Civil War battle that took place there near the end of the war, during Lee's ignominious retreat back into Virginia following the disaster at Gettysburg.

There's one big disadvantage to driving into a small town on a Sunday: everything's closed. Everything. The Subway was closed. I'm not used to this, living in a Type A environment like northern Virginia where everything's open 24 hours.

In any event, I had to drive out to a barbecue place on the edge of town, full of the recently de-churched. I was served by a lovely young lady (who offered me a side of "slaugh") who was a bit taken aback that I'd driven down here just for the day. A weekend, fine. But driving all that way just to spend the day? When I was a stranger?

I have the feeling she knew every other face in the restaurant.

There was an interesting mix of people there: one table was surrounded by ever-joking older folks, all in suits or dresses; at another, a family of three boys was presided over by a rather austere-looking father; two middle-aged ladies didn't talk much, mostly ate. An energetic teen wearing jeans, a white t-shirt, and a camouflaged baseball cap wiped down tables. They've all probably been coming there for years.

The restaurant itself was in a country style; dark wood panelling and wicker chairs. A few enlargened Civil War photographs hang on one wall, but the rest of the place is lined with pig toys, which is apparently their Theme.

As for the food...well. A mouthful of the baked beans has more flavor than any full can from the grocery store. This is real country food.

[Downtown Petersburg]

The town has seen better days. The pavement of the streets is uneven. The central shopping district is littered with empty signs and stores. Outside of central Petersburg (which is about two blocks in size), most houses are solid but worn and needing repair.

I spent over an hour in the battlefield park, soaking it up. From what I understand, the battle was mainly a siege; Confederates defending the town from Union forces surrounding it. There were a number of "forts," which were simply raised hillocks supported by cannons.

[The Crater]

The siege of Petersburg is best known because of The Crater. Union forces decided to dig a tunnel underneath the Confederate position, plant a huge bomb inside it, and explode it. It worked, and the slaughter was so bad that the Union forces were sickened by it and the Confederates were outraged enough that they rallied and defended themselves quite well.

You can browse all my Petersburg photos.

Tue, 19 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Sorry, nothing to report today. 'Twas going to write about my adventures in Petersburg Sunday, but I didn't bring in my notebook in which I recorded my experiences. Ah well; that'll give me a chance to assemble and post the pictures.

Right now, I'm rather stressed at work; we're going to have an internal meeting today to discuss documentation, to discuss how we're going to talk to the customer about the status of documentation. This may look like we're going to lie or present a weaselly front; no. We're going to discuss why documentation is in the state it's in, so we know how best to explain that to the customer. This is an exercise in gathering as much information as possible, really.

However, I'm treating this as an excellent opportunity to live in the moment. I could let this stress me out, or I could prepare for it then concentrate on right now. Worrying won't help. I have plenty other things to do, so while I'll certainly prepare for the meeting, I won't give it undue attention.

Mon, 18 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 18, 2003

Last night, I watched a bug crawl across my bedroom floor.

It was a surprisingly educational experience. It would clamber tenaciously over the uneven weave of the mayonnaise-colored rug for quite a few seconds, making steady progress. It wasn't hurrying or frantic; it just kept moving.

Then it would stop for a few seconds, and take the lay of the land. Then it would continue on again.

It struck me that this was a remarkably sensible way to go about life. Work, steadily but not frantically. Stop occasionally to take the lay of the land.

And recognize that any moment you may get squashed.

 

And, incidentally, there's a new poll. The last poll asked if you'd ever bought a photo online. Of the 7 respondents, nobody had bought a photo online. Telling.

Fri, 15 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:23 p.m.</p>

Time for IRC prayers:

Our Father, who 0wnz heaven, j00 r0ck!
May all 0ur base someday be belong to you!
May j00 0wn earth just like j00 0wn heaven.
Give us this day our warez, mp3z, and pr0n through a phat pipe.
And cut us some slack when we act like n00b lamerz, just as we teach n00bz when they act lame on us.
Please don't give us root access on some poor d00d'z box when we're too pissed off to think about what's right and wrong, and if you could keep the fbi off our backs, we'd appreciate it.
For j00 0wn r00t on all our b0x3s 4ever and ever, 4m3n.
"Lose all rather than lose your integrity, and when all else is gone, still hold fast a clear conscience as the rarest jewel which can adorn the bosom of a mortal. Be not guided by the will-o'-the-wisp of policy, but by the pole-star of divine authority. Follow the right at all hazards. When you see no present advantage, walk by faith and not by sight."
— Charles H. Spurgeon

Saalon and I have begun playing The Game (see previous posts for more detail).

So far, it's going pretty well. An accountability partner is a strong motivator, especially a friendly one. I'm actually considering posting my daily Points chart here on my website somewhere. It would make my commitments public. And I think commitments benefit from being made public.

In other news, I've uploaded a few old articles I wrote to my writing website: Anime Cel Collecting, Anime Explained, and the first thing I ever had published, a book review.

Thu, 14 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 14, 2003

Brennen writes, in the midst of a wonderfully mood-invoking post:

i suppose airports are amazing things, in their own way
signature elements of our civilization, ca. 2003

(Hmmm. Brennen's way is better; I should include quotes in a <div> tag. It just feels right.)

I don't know that airports are signature elements of our civilization, if we take that phrase to mean a thing highly representative of a culture.

Airports are designed for maximum throughput. They encourage you to pick up your party, then leave now please. The seats aren't meant to be comfortable for long periods; just for that first forty-five minutes you spend waiting for your flight. Most of the food is of the genus fast.

Regarding the structural architecture – dim stripes of color ribboned along the walls, Gibson-esque racks of flickering monitors, incredibly plain carpets, occasional massive windows – I suppose that that is pretty representative of our culture. Everything's efficient, computerized, and oh so achingly straight.

(Side thought: It'd be fascinating to write a science fiction story contrasting our culture's dedication to straight lines with another culture's dedication to, say, curves.)

So, some elements of airports are designed in ways that don't make those airports signatures of our civilization. But they certainly reflect our civilization in many strong ways.

...And I have a little difficulty writing an entry like this, because I feel like I'm dissecting a throw-away phrase. I dislike nitpicking.

On the other hand, one important aspect of writing is recognition of the publicity of one's words. Words have meaning. When words are put out in public, the public takes those words as they are.

Picture this: a writer submits a short story for peer critiquing. One of the reviewers explains his interpretation of the events. The writer replies, "Well, I didn't mean it that way," and continues to defend the writer's interpretation as the right one.

This is wrong-headed. No matter what the writer meant, the reviewer came up with his or her own interpretation. That was the reader's interpretation. His/her interpretation cannot be wrong, because that's the interpretation s/he got from the writing.

Now, individual readers sometimes get confused and come up with an interpretation that's radically different from most people's interpretations. They may totally miss the point of the story. And that's unfortunate, but it's not what I'm talking about.

I'm talking about writers who try to correct other peoples' interpretations of their story. There needs to be great humility on the part of those authors.

My advice? If someone tells you what they think about a story, simply accept it. Acknowledge it. Correct factual misunderstandings, but if someone has a different view of your characters than you have, don't try to change them.

Which is a long-winded way of saying that public writing will be read by other people, and they will read it and try to understand and internalize it. So, if you write something that other people will read, accept the fact that your words may sound differently in their ears.

Tue, 12 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:54 p.m.</p>

Very good online comic. Dreamy in style, very sophisticated, with an interesting plot.

[Kaidohmaru]

I decided not to go to my Monday Group last night, as I'm still rather tuckered out from last weekend. So, instead, I stayed home and watched movies.

I've seen three anime films in the past two days: Kaidohmaru, Ghost in the Shell, and The Cat Returns. They're all about as different as they could be.

Kaidohmaru is an impenetrable Japanese myth; all of the characters have no introduction and the plot makes little coherent sense. Worse, while the samurai fightin' action is beautiful, the film suffers from some remarkably poor directing choices. Many of the CGI models look just plain bad, and are animated simplistically. Also, the whole thing's only forty minutes long. If they'd expanded it by just ten or twenty minutes, it might've been completely sensible.

[GITS]

Ghost in the Shell, however, is excellent. It's aged very well, though it's not quite as amazing as I'm sure it was when it first came out. I wish I'd seen it earlier.

That said, it's a thought-provoking action film. It essentially ignores all the fun, light-hearted aspects of the original manga and focuses on the deeper elements that are touched on there. The result is a refreshingly focused film; rather than bouncing all over the place like many anime works, this one spends its time on either excellent action or thoughtful musings on the fundamental nature of the soul and existence. If the brain is just a collection of data, how are we different from AIs? How do we know that we're not an AI?

[The Cat Returns]

The Cat Returns, in contrast, is a screwball comedy action/adventure fairy tale. It's extremely light-hearted, with very little depth and a lot of fun fairy-tale action adventure. It's just a joy to watch.

Apparently, The Cat Returns was envisioned by Hayao Miyazaki as a small project to "test out" the director, Hiroyuki Morita (who did not work on Digimon, as I had previously thought; that was the director for Howl's Moving Castle, who left the project). But as the project expanded, Miyazaki and the rest of the staff realized it would be worthwhile to release it as a full-fledged film. As it is, it's only 70 minutes long, but I think it was a good choice. Morita talks about how this is more like Miyazaki's earlier works, his action/adventures like Laputa and Future Boy Conan.

Ack, I'm rambling. Enough for now.

Mon, 11 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 11, 2003

So. Let's say you want to become the best human you can be.

You want to improve. You want to be more than you are. You want to know twelve languages, conjugate Latin verbs, know people from every social stratum, fence, and have a chiselled physique.

Okay. Try playing The Game.

Choose three or four areas in your life that you'd like to improve. They can be broad – having more friends – to specific – learning Spanish.

Pick a goal for each of these areas, defining where you want to be 90 days from now, so you'll know if you've won The Game. Be outrageous. If you want to learn Spanish, you could determine that you'll be able to watch Telemundo and understand what's going on.

Then, figure out what specific actions you need to do to get there. You get a Point every time you do one of these. If you want to improve your memory, then every time you do a memory exercise, you get a Point.

You're ready to go. Slip a piece of paper in your pocket. Every day, whenever you score a Point, mark it down on the paper. I have a grid; each column is a Point category, and each row is for a day.

I predict that, in 90 days, you'll have met your goals. More than that, I predict you'll have surpassed them. Personally, I'm going to try. And I've scored 5 points so far today.

I'll see you on the other side of 90 days.

(And if you don't win? It's just a Game. It's all right! It's okay! There's something to live for. Jesus told me so.)

(And if you get that reference and you're not Saalon, pat yourself on the back and go join a Coven.)

Sun, 10 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 10, 2003

Otakon report:

I had a great time with Saalon, but the con itself was a disappointment. Most of they anime showed was already out or uninteresting, the dealer's room was pretty much obsolete in this age of internet anime merchants, and the con was packed with overexcited anime fans. It was that last which really ruined it; I can live with a merely average con, but when you're surrounded by pasty-faced geeks who either scurry from one darkened room to another or WHOOP! whenever they see someone cosplaying their favorite anime character, I get really sick of it really quickly. I don't mind geeks; I mind obnoxious behavior. There was a lot of obnoxious behavior this year.

I did see Catnapped, which I loved. It's a kinetic, bright children's film that manages to make some important moral points without preaching. It's not as brilliant as, say, a Miyazaki film, but if I couldn't show a child a Miyazaki movie, I'd show him/her Catnapped.

On the other side of the weekend's coin, Saalon was fabulous. As always, he was an encouragement to be around, and he inspires me to do more with my life. He redeemed the weekend by being a simply wonderful companion.

[Cool Websites]

In other news, I want to redesign the Cool Websites section of this website into something more like a celebration of cool websites. I haven't done so, because I can't think of a good way of approaching it. What should it look like? How should it be organized? What do you think?

Fri, 08 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 8, 2003 [Alexandria Masonic Temple]

Oops! Forgot to write anything of real substance for today.

Which, perhaps, is good, as so much is going on in my life. I suppose I'm best served by shifting into Immediate Update Mode until my life slides back into a less turbulent phase.

I stopped by my parent's house last night to swap out my truck for their SUV. It's a Nissan Pathfinder, a good, solid SUV that doesn't dominate the road like an angry moose (*cough*Suburban*cough*), but does provide a good balance between cargo space and passenger space. Perfect for Saalon and my trip to Otakon.

We talked for two hours about my parents' latest clerical crisis – I swear, it's like we can't find a single church that's fair – and the stress I've been feeling about Otakon. My Mom made an excellent point about it, that I was living too much in the future. I was trying to get so many things assembled properly that I was spending all my time living there in the future. I should be spending more time in the present – not all my time, but more time – focusing on what needs to be done today.

It was remarkably refreshing to hear those words. True. And no matter how many times we tell ourselves these things, it means much more when someone else says them.

I then stopped by the library and grabbed a few books, all of them just books that caught my eye on the shelves. I dove into The Game by Sarano Kelley, which not only affirmed what my Mom said, it excited and invigorated (sp?) me in ways I didn't expect.

Here's the idea: Pretend your life is a Game for 90 days. Your life isn't a game, of course, but just approach your life as though it is one. The book provides a framework for identifying areas in your life you want to improve, goals for improving (how to "win"), and the rules you'll follow. Then, play the game.

I'm impressed mostly by the book's humane and empowering nature. It's not about making people "successful," it's about making them better, more authentic people. It's simply remarkable.

Arg. And I feel like I'm writing a dry book review, when I want to get across the magic of this thing. I feel literally changed after having read most of the book. I can't wait to start playing. I've already made some significant progress, in terms of just doing things.

Thu, 07 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 7, 2003 [Church Steeple]

Well, I had every intention of posting yesterday – had a couple of paragraphs ready to go, in fact – when the internet went down at work, and stayed down until mid-afternoon. And at that point, I'd forgotten about updating the journal.

Yesterday was a frustrating day. A friend of mine has been out of town for a good chunk of the summer, and we'd arranged to meet for coffee (well, I'd drink tea) at a nearby Starbucks yesterday afternoon. I had to leave early to make it in time, and as the coffee shop hoved into view, my celphone vibrated. It was my friend. He couldn't make it.

Arrrrrrg. This means we probably won't see each other for another month. Worse, we were meeting so I could hire him as the first STUN Software employee (besides me). I'd practiced my explanation of STUN's methodologies and my vision of a humane company. And that all went out the window with a single phone call.

I went to the Starbucks anyway, had myself an iced tea, and checked my e-mail. I then indulged in downloading a few things that I probably shouldn't have, went home, and was almost completely unproductive.

Worse, this morning I checked my finances in preparation for being paid today, and discovered that my plan to pay off all my debts today have fallen through. The interest on my VISA card, undoubtedly plus a few very minor purchases, pushed the balance beyond this period's pay check. Arrrg. This means I have to push out my financial plans, in terms of what I can afford to buy, another two weeks.

Meanwhile, I think I've managed to work myself into a stressed mess over this weekend. Saalon's coming down, and we're going to Otakon, which is a double-whammy of responsibility for me. I'm making all the arrangements for Otakon – which are all made, really – and Saalon will be staying at my apartment Saturday night. It's the first time I've had a friend over for a weekend.

Predictably, my sleep schedule has become all screwed up, as I have trouble going to sleep at night, then tend to oversleep the next morning. Blarg.

The funny thing about all this is that I'm not really doing all that much. All my Otakon preparations are complete except for packing, which will take about ten minutes. Saalon's going to be an easy guest. So what am I worried about?

Tue, 05 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 5, 2003 [Ivy-covered Brick Store]

Warning: Long, rambling post today, responding to several online discussions and finishing with my enthusiasm for a film.

Brennen's right; I didn't read all of Orwell's Lion and the Unicorn article before I wrote my response. But I did skim it to ensure that the paragraph I responded to was pretty much in tone with the rest of the article.

And, sure, I can see why Orwell would believe that military might is the ultimate sign of political worth. It's a reasonable argument. That doesn't make it right, though.

Brennen also writes about the difference between "useful private writing" and "good public writing," and that those two may be polar opposites. I think he has a good point. A lot of private writing needs to be like going in to a confessional, sitting down in a secluded spot, shutting the door, and pouring your heart out to a sympathetic ear.

On the other hand, a lot of good public writing is private writing, just re-packaged for the world. We as a society benefit greatly from private thoughts made public. What is Op/Ed, what is commentary, but private thoughts made public?

I think part of it comes down to the purpose of the writing. If we want to scribble out some private thoughts, a weblog is not the best place to do it. But if we want to blather, even if it's personal thoughts, there's nothing wrong with giving that to the world. Fortunately, we live in a society where we're free to do that. (Seriously. I'm not making a political point, I'm celebrating a freedom that many honestly do not have.)

I think Stephen and I have been arguing across-purposes. I'm not suggesting that we totally lose abandon any dreams and focus totally on daily life. Certainly not. Hey, I'm the one who wants to start an animation studio.

I'm arguing against a focus on dreams that excludes experience of daily life. I spent a lot of years focusing on dreams so much that I didn't enjoy my life. And that's bad.

I do want to respond to a few statements he makes, though:

When you are caught up in the routines of day-to-day life, how much do you see?

You see day-to-day life. Is day-to-day life that terrible? I believe that day-to-day life contains great joys.

Moreover, if all you experience is a fraction of the immediate world around you, how much do you even consider the world as a whole?

I seriously doubt that we can consider the world as a whole. The best we can do is experience as large a fraction of it as we can.

Which is all well and good. We should strive to do that. But not at the expense of our humility.

There are people that focus so much on themselves (their own jobs, problems, et cetera) that they don't consider anything else.

Granted. And this is a very important point.

However – and perhaps this is a result of my living in the Washington, D.C. area – there are a lot of people who focus so much on everything else that they don't consider themselves. I know a lot of people that want desperately to change the world, and do not focus on themselves, on their motivations and personality. You aren't going to change the world very far if you're a pushy, nervous, adrenaline-fueled wreck. And I see a lot of those sorts of people.

...without the drive for self-development and the expansion of our awareness in a least some way, what's the point?

...Ummm...enjoying life?

I'm not being a slacker here. Let me put it this way: I know a lot of people who go on vacations and rush through all their activities, so they can check off, Yes I've been to Yellowstone, Yes I've seen Old Faithful, Yes I've camped out...and they didn't actually experience any of it. They were so concerned with getting through it that they never soaked up the experience.

Death-bed regrets are usually along the lines of wishing the dying had experienced more. Had lived more. Had focused on their children. Had really enjoyed their ice cream.

I'm arguing against over-focus on dreams, at the expense of enjoying the present. Or, to quote Star Wars:

Obi-Wan: "But Master Yoda said I was to be mindful of the future!"
Qui-Gon: "But not at the expense of the present."

Wise words.

In other news, I watched Akira Kurosawa's Yojimbo Sunday night. It's a remarkably fun Japanese samurai...well, actually, it's a western. Really. A wanderer blows into town, observes the two warring factions that control the town, play them off each other, and forces a confrontation which leads to a High Noon-style standoff.

Which is not a complaint. Yojimbo is fabulous. It's entertaining, surprisingly light-hearted, and fascinating. The characters are all interesting. The cinematography is perfect; atmospheric, with wide shots where there needs to be wide shots and close-ups where we need them. Fun, fun film.

I'm still not a raving Kurosawa fan, though this is my second Kurosawa film. Right now, I think he's great, but he hasn't quite achieved godhood for me yet.

Mon, 04 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 4, 2003

Brennen quoted a bit of George Orwell:

Hitler's conquest of Europe, however, was a physical debunking of capitalism.

I can't agree with this.

Orwell's argument appears to be that the fascist system -- "a form of capitalism that borrows from Socialism just such features as will make it efficient for war purposes" -- worked incredibly well. It created great economic prosperity, and it turned Germany from a gasping, starving wretch after World War I into a global superpower in the course of a decade.

But look more closely at that scenario. I contend that fascism succeeded because of Germany's terrible state after WWI. From what I've read, fascism dissolved all small business and ordered the rest to join the Reich Chamber of Economics, creating a loose command-and-control economy. To placate the workers, it created the German Labour Front, which organized cheap holidays and leisure activities. That was enough to placate the workers.

The workers liked this, but they liked it because it offered much more security and prosperity than the previous decade under the Weimar Republic. Nazism was a step up.

However – and I think this is crucial – how long would it have lasted? Workers were forced to work long hours for low pay without complaint (unions were illegal). Their freedoms to work in different areas were restricted. How long would the workers have tolerated it?

And, please, let's not drag out the tired excuse that people are stupid and will tolerate anything, or I'll drag out the bloodied corpses of all the riots and revolts of history (heck, fascism was a people's revolt). At the very least, some people would have gotten very tired of this after awhile, and they would have whipped up the masses.

There's another side to this, too. Orwell writes:

War, for all its evil, is at any rate an unanswerable test of strength, like a try-your-grip machine. Great strength returns the penny, and there is no way of faking the result.

I disagree with this, too. Orwell seems to be suggesting here that the best test of an economic system's worth is its ability to wage war. I can't even fathom why someone would believe this.

Let's use a martial arts analogy. Take the world's strongest man, someone who can lift nine hundred pounds or so (that's not an exaggeration). Put him in a fight with a martial artist who can only bench-press two hundred pounds, but has the knowledge and stamina of a martial artist. Who do you think will win?

I'd put my money on the martial artist. For all his muscle, the world's strongest man won't have the stamina of a martial artist. He won't have the resilience of a martial artist. Kick the martial artist, and he gets back up. Kick the world's strongest man, and he's in serious pain. Put them both in a fight for ten minutes, and then see who's exhausted and who has the reserves to keep on fighting.

Similarly with countries, I think. Take a country that's best at war, and find out what happens when there's a famine. Or pull out major foreign investment and see how well it does (shades of Gasaraki here). How about the death of the central planner?

What would happen? I don't know. But I don't think we can know, and that's why I disagree with Orwell that a nation's ability to fight war is a strong indication of its ultimate worth to the human race.

Sat, 02 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, August 2, 2003

Just came across some interesting discussion on comp.games.development.design about "honeypots."

What's a honeypot? Think of Whinnie the Pooh when presented with a pot of honey. He simply can't resist it. From what I've read, a computer honeypot is a service/computer/etc. that's very attractive to hack, that's meant to be hacked. But once hacked, it actually does no damage, and provides information about the hack to the person who set up the honeypot. Cliff Stohl essentially set up a honeypot when he found a hacker using an account; Stohl let the hacker continue using the account but set up tracers on it so that Stohl could keep an invisible eye on everything the hacker did and track him down. All the hacker saw was a vulnerable account that was continuously available.

Some folks have set up honeypots for spam. They'll put a link on their homepage to PleaseSpamThisAddress@mydomain.com (replacing "mydomain" with their domain name), and will set up a mailbox and some software for that mailbox. That mailbox then collects spam, and the honeypot software strips out the spams' originating IP information and collates it so that it can be added to spam filters.

Oh, and there's a new poll. I'm curious to see how popular online photo services are (amateur and professional).

Writing Thoughts

Blah. I haven't written a thing in, um, two weeks?

It's frustrating, because I love to create. I think I have a real skill at creating worlds.

But sometimes, I just can't. Or don't want to. I don't have the urge, the push, the internal need to write.

And I don't know if I should be harder on myself, or if I should accept these ups and downs as a natural part of my life. :sigh:

I am beginning to think that I suck at long projects. I can finish a short story, but I keep starting novels and never finishing them. And while it would be good to improve that problem, perhaps now is not the time to work on it. Perhaps I'd be better off writing shorter works for now, and at least get into the rhythm of writing.

Fri, 01 Aug 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:10 a.m.</p>

Stephen writes, as part of a larger discussion:

"The more and more one focuses on daily life, the less and less one sees of the greater picture. It's kind of like falling into a rut, eventually you don't see very much at all because you've got dirt walls on both sides."

I have to disagree with this on some level.

Daily life is life. The "greater picture" – and I don't know exactly what Stephen means by the term – is, at best, only a reflection of how we want life to be.

There's a grave danger in focusing on the bigger picture so much that you do not live your daily life to the fullest. And that is one of the greatest tragedies of human existence.

The "greater picture" is a phantom. It's a fantasy. It can be a very good fantasy, and a vital thing to have. But it is far less important than living life in the present.

To go off on a tangent: I think that "big picture" thinking is often the cause of gross misperceptions of other people. To use Stephen's example: "the popular perception of the middle east as being populated by culturally backward sand dwellers." (I'd add the word "exclusively" in there; certainly, the Middle East has at least some culturally backward sand dwellers, just like America has culturally backward or culturally overforward dwellers.) People have ideologies, grand visions of the world. And when they begin focusing on them, they begin interpreting the real world according to those visions. We're at war with Iraq? Iraqis are the enemy, so all Iraqis are backwards, racist hatemongers. President Bush stated as fact a piece of intelligence he didn't know was fact? Everything he says is probably a lie. Jesse Ventura was a professional wrestler? Professional wrestling is silly, so he'll be a terrible governor. Reagan had an uneven voice and appeared physically weak? Then he was a doddering old fool.

No. Ideologies are fine, to a degree. But don't let them shine so brightly that real people are dim by contrast.

(Not, of course, that Stephen believes what I'm arguing against. He just brought up a point, which I may be interpreting in a way that he didn't intend.)

"For thousands of years, Zen masters have plumbed the secrets of the universe while wearing comfortable clothing. Now you, too, can learn the wisdom of the ancients and win valuable prizes.

"It may be easier than you dare to imagine. Don't you already spend a good part of your day sitting and thinking about nothing for hours on end? That's Zen! You're already doing it!"

— Stanley Bing
Tue, 30 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 30, 2003 [Ed Norton holding soap]

So. I watched Fight Club Saturday night.

I think it's one of the best films ever made. A classic. And not because I agree with it, though agreeing with it isn't really the point, I think.

One of the things I appreciated about it was that it's a black comedy. It's not a serious moral fable. It has its serious side, of course, as all good comedy does. But, first and foremost, it's a funny flick. That keeps the movie from becoming self-righteous.

I also appreciated that it contains some real, serious philosophy. And much of it is stated, right there, on the screen. Tyler says, "Our generation has had no Great Depression, no Great War. Our war is spiritual. Our depression is our lives. We were raised on television to believe that we'd all be millionares, movie gods, rock stars, but we won't. And we're starting to figure that out. And it's making us pissed off."

Some of it is a little more subtle. After threatening to kill a man unless he pursues his life's dream, and the man gurgles agreement then runs off, Tyler murmurs, "Tomorrow will be the most beautiful day of Raymond K. Hessell's life. His breakfast will taste better than any meal he has ever eaten." It's a glimpse into Tyler's mind. This is why he does all these crazy things; not for the thrill, but because he wants to make all men truly live.

It reminds me of the Bene Gesserit idea of humanity in Dune, that not every homo sapiens really deserves to be called a human being. Many people live humdrum lives, never reaching, never pursuing, never fulfilling their potential. Humans not only can reach for the heavens, they should. That's part of what makes us human, that creative impulse to build greatness where possible.

That's much of the philosophy behind Fight Club. Are you the man you want to be? Well, why not? What's stopping you?

It's also a fascinating perspective. The whole film, practically, is one man's perspective. Some of that perspective is warped and wrong. Some is so right it hurts. It's a full, three-dimensional perspective on life, and it's a privilege to hold it up to the light and consider all its facets.

Great film.

Mon, 29 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 29, 2003

Not much to write about this week. Had a good weekend; the major event was that I watched Fight Club for the first time, which I'm not willing to write about just yet.

On a completely different subject, Lee Sheldon writes on the MUD-DEV mailing list, about using lots of explicit numbers (like a "+3 sword") in online games:

It always amazes me that when we provide the explicit numbers, wethen seem sad that players are grinding instead of enjoying all theother things our worlds provide. It's mainly because the numbers area tangible measurement whereas socializers are given "tools,"explorers are given blank maps, role players are given "contexts"(if they're lucky) etc. However much we might want to boast thatsome games are not only about leveling, these other activities arestill red-haired stepchildren because there are no tangiblemeasureable rewards the games track as voraciously as they do combator crafting experience. Our punishment for not balancing measurement systemsis not only a slap in the face of immersion, but discontent amongplayers who max out and then are told that wasn't how they weresupposed to play the game. Why didn't they stop to smell the rosesalong the way? Because they got no experience for it.

Fascinating thought. I definitely agree. In the vast majority of massively-multiplayer online RPGs; everything you do centers around combat. All the most visible goals are achieved by killing monsters. No wonder players focus on it so much.

Fri, 26 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 26, 2003 [Striped Shade Path]

Well, my life finally seems to be settling down. Every morning this week, I arrived at work closer to my regular time of 9:00, and this morning I arrived two minutes before nine. Hooray! I can sleep eight hours now.

My evenings are becoming more productive, too. I've begun scheduling my off-hours, which works wonders for my productivity. You'd think this turn my off-hours into drudgery, but the opposite is true: I'm excited and charged by the number of things I accomplish.

I've also begun revising The Plan, which is a set of (relatively) long-term goals I set for myself about a year and a half ago. The current Plan is, by July of 2004:

  • Save $10,000.
  • Be debt-free.
  • Be making money–or well on my way to making money–in the following areas: programming, writing, animating, and composing music.

I've already accomplished the middle goal. The first goal was devised when my expenses were much lower than they are today, so I'm halving that number (which will still be rather tough).

That final goal is too vague. So, my new Plan is as follows:

  • Save $5,000
  • Have several hundred dollars in STUN Software and Otherspace Productions bank accounts.
  • Be writing a story every month, and have all stories in circulation.
  • Have several quality short animations on Otherspace Productions, made my real artists.
  • Be composing one (small) piece of music every month.

We'll see how I'm doing in nine months.

 

In other news...read this. It has more imagery and power than everything I've written in the past year, combined.

Thu, 25 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 25, 2003

Test-Driven Programming

So. Let's say you want to write a program.

First, let's assume you know what you want to write, and you've broken the intended program down into small pieces of functionality. Index cards work well for this; you can write a description of each bit of functionality on an index card.

So. You have a specific bit of code to write. The natural urge is to dive right in and begin coding it.

But what if you could build a testing framework, that simplifies the code that you have to write? Hmmm. "Testing framework" sounds awfully heavy-handed; I mean a little set of tests. Just something that can give you a thumbs-up when the code works.

Why would you want to do this? You know when it's finished, right? Well, do you? Have you ever forgotten to implement some aspect of the code?

Also, how do you know if everything else works with this new bit of code? Wouldn't it be nice if you had tests that would tell you?

Even better, wouldn't it be nice if those tests were completely automated? Wouldn't it be nice if you could tests every piece of functionality in your entire application with a few keystrokes? I do.

So, let's do that. Make up a name for the function/subroutine/method/whatever you're about to write. Create a little program that calls that function, sends it some input, and tests its output.

Run your test. Golly, it doesn't work! Better write that function. As you develop, keep running your test, to see what works. When the test runs without failing, hey cool! You're done.

Now, here's where things get fun. Do the same for the next function you write, but put those tests in the same test program. In other words, run all your tests every time.

Imagine. Before you know it, you'll have a test suite that covers every piece of your system.

Writing Thoughts

Just uploaded my latest writing exercise, The Last Train. Warning: it's not very good; it's very much an exercise. But it sets a mood nicely, in my opinion.

Wed, 24 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 24, 2003 [Rain-Soaked Spiderweb]

Oooh. I want Joel's office. I love the diagonal walls.

I had a great time with my parents last night, watching Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. The film was much more enjoyable than I expected it to be; it was a great reunion with the characters, and a darned good story. Emma Watson (Hermione) did a surpassingly excellent job, too; her emotion when explaining the term "Mudblood" was incredibly subtle. And Kenneth Brannagh was perfect, of course.

I wrote a bit of a short story Monday night. The plot itself...well, isn't. There's really no plot. It grew out of a writing exercise, which called me to copy down the last line from a book, and start a story with it. It ended up being about an old man who's shutting down a train station for the last time.

I'm proud of it. Not because it's a great story; it's not. But I think I managed to capture a mood, which is a difficult thing to catch. Much of my writing lacks a strong mood, so I feel proud of myself for achieving it. I'll post the story the next time I get a chance to hook up my laptop to the 'net, which probably won't be until tomorrow at the earliest.

Tue, 23 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 23, 2003 [Pine needles and fence]

Dang. I'd really like to get ahead on this journal.

My regular blogs are sparse on new text today, so I don't have much to write about there. I have a few other things in the works, but haven't had a chance to upload them yet.

I'm doing surprisingly well, considering it's a Tuesday. We had a relaxing Monday Group last night, just three of us talking about creative power. How we see it in our lives. How it's touched us.

Five days later, and we're still recovering from Isabel; one major thoroughfare was flooded today. Well, that was probably caused by last night's downpour, rain rain rain. It's like the weather wants to get in one good drenching before autumn begins.

And it's autumn! First day of autumn. How exciting.

...Blah. This is going nowhere. I think I'll quit before this gets any more boring.

Mon, 22 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 22, 2003 [Misty Bridge]

Light, I'm tired.

I need to start cordoning off my weekends. I was on my feet practically all weekend, and that's just plain not healthy. It keeps me from decompressing after the work-week, so that I'm a zombie the next week.

Like I am today.

The first night of AWANA went well. It's amazing how good I feel when in AWANA; I just know what I'm doing and can really lead and help everyone to have a great time. It's like I fit there, in some strange and spiritual way. You know how you'll work some place, and there's one guy who just fits, who looks like he was born for his job, and does it well, and you can't imagine the place without him? I feel like that guy at AWANA.

Forgot to mention: I watched the first six episodes of Texhnolyze (the latest series from the makers of serial experiments lain) last week. It's like nothing I've ever seen before. Certainly much more violent than their past work. I'm not quite sure what I think of it, much like lain makes very little real sense until you watch it all the way through. So far, Texhnolyze is certainly a fascinating SF tale.

Other news. Hmmm. I've assembled a list of features to implement for the next prototype of Contract Tycoon, so hopefully I can begin working on it with Sasha soon.

I'm still contemplating building that MMORPG; I've received some great ideas from people. If I do implement it, I need some sort of access method. I can't imagine writing a full graphical client, as I don't have the experience in either Windows or MacOS. Perhaps make it a text-based MUD to begin with?

Sat, 20 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 20, 2003 [The Enchanted Pathway]

Ahhh.. I spent a good hour this morning snapping photos in the crawling mist, and this is the result. Lovely.

I finally regained my power at 5:00 a.m. this morning, after a day and a half without power. No fun.

Fri, 19 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 19, 2003 [Moby Dick]

Isabel has raged through, uprooting trees and spraying brush all over the roads in her fury. As I drove into work this morning, I noticed that a surprising amount of the area has power — about every other traffic light was working normally. Though it was odd to pass through one dead light, then through a working one, then through another dead one.

And yes, I did go to work this morning; we were notified that we'd have to take vacation time if we didn't come in. I'm still a bit angry about this. They expect us to work through a hurricane. How dehumanizing.

And those arguments about finances – "But they couldn't afford to..." – are bull. You can afford it. You can make yourself afford it. We've got water five feet above the streets in some places, and this company's decision makers can't show the compassion to let people not come in? You know how much a full-page ad in the Wall Street Journal costs? D'you know how many companies placed full-page ads in the WSJ after the 9/11 attacks, expressing their sympathy?

Anyvay. My power went out early last evening, so I spent most of the night talking to Saalon and reading Moby Dick. I'm about twenty pages from the end of that novel, and it remains quite unusual. I can't wait to finish it and write up a review.

Saalon and I chatted mostly about online worlds, and their potential. We agreed that most MMORPGs focus too much on combat, where the essential resource of the game is monsters. In order to do anything, you have to kill monsters to build up your character. We talked about ways of addressing that, of making a game where the focus is on interaction with the world rather than killing monsters. Interesting. I've written up about half a page of notes on one possible game that would address this.

Imagine a game set on a verdant, newly-discovered island. You are a settler who is dropped off a boat onto this island.

The island is divided into squares, where each square is about 15 feet wide, and has a set of attributes: soil type, height, percentage of rocks, etc. Each square can contain bushes, trees, or a building.

The player can harvest certain materials from soil: clay, iron, or sand. Players can harvest wood from trees, and fruit from bushes. As material is harvested from soil, the soil slowly reverts to a "neutral" state, but you'd have to harvest a lot form a given chunk of soil to deplete it of that material.

Wood can be used to make a fire, which can be used to forge iron into various implements, including knives. Knives can be used to whittle wood.

Every week, a ship stops by the island, drops off supplies, and will buy stuff from the players. Moreover, every week the ship posts a list of items that it will pay top dollar for — difficult-to-construct items that might require the cooperation of many players.

Each island is a server, of course, so the game would have multiple servers. All the islands are ranked by the value of the goods they export. You want your island to be #1.

Thoughts?

Wed, 17 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 17, 2003

Brennen was kind enough to point out that I actually got something done. It made me think about getting things done.

It's amazing, really, how rarely I do get things done. I think about it. I imagine myself having done it. And if I let it sit there for long enough, the novelty wears off and then I never actually do it. So nobody else can experience it, and it's never really done. It's just a neat idea. And neat ideas are about as common as dirt.

The problem with neat ideas is that they don't really change anything, not until they're put into action. You have to do things to really have an impact.

So, I'm becoming progressively less enamored with ideas in and of themselves. Ideas are important, but they must be implemented.

(Note that I'm not talking about changes in perspective, which can change how you view the world. Those are important because they only exist as ideas.)

Heh. Nothing earth-shatteringly revolutionary in anything here, but then truth rarely is.

Tue, 16 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 16, 2003

No, I haven't completely forgotten this journal. I was sick yesterday, so didn't have an opportunity to get to a net-connected computer and post anything.

I re-watched Akira with a friend on Saturday. I'd forgotten how visually stunning that film is, even today. It's a shame the story is, frnakly, so thin. The film doesn't really go anywhere. A couple characters spout an occasional aphorism about meddling in God's domain, but that's as deep as it goes. Worse, the film introduces a lot of themes that it could really work with — the arrogance of youth, disenfranchisement, child abuse, abuse of power. But it ends with the most disgusting scene in (non-porn) anime, whereupon Tetsuo becomes a new universe. Um, yeah.

Anyvay, off to lunch. I'll write about Texhnolyze, AWANA, and writing later.

Fri, 12 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 12, 2003

The little wiki is feature-complete, thanks to some coding last night and this morning. It completely works, and I have a test suite that (kinda) proves it. Woohoo!

I'm still not as rigorous with test-driven development as I'd like. A lot of browser-specific features I left out of my test suite, but now that I think about it, I could have tested it using wget. Oh well. I'm learning.

The swordfish meal from last night was pretty good. A few thoughts:

  • Be sparing with oil when making a sauce. Too much oil will never reduce.
  • Look at the recipe as little as possible once you've started. It's best to internalize it before cooking, so that you're paying less attention to the recipe and more to the food preparation itself.

I actually took a photo of the completed meal, intending to upload it tomorrow. As I did, I discovered a bunch of other photos that I forgot to upload. Oops! Should do so tomorrow.

Again, my apologies for the intermittent and particularly inwardly-focused nature of this week's entries. Nothing should prevent me from being back on track next week.

Thu, 11 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 11, 2003

My apologies; this is the week of suckage. My sleep patterns are completely whacked; I've worked a total of 16 hours in the past three days because my body's been forcing me into ten- and eleven-hour sleep marathons.

A few items of note:

  • I've written a small wiki. I haven't uploaded it anywhere yet, but it's shocking how easy this sort of thing is with Perl. I did it primarly because we may be changing the Daemonsong wiki, and this might have to be the replacement. Thanks to test-driven development and a few hours, my wiki supports ''italics'' and '''bold''', ---- lines, lines beginning with ":" or " ", ordered and unordered lists, wiki words, nonstandard wiki words with [[]], links, inline images, logging, and preferences via cookies.
  • I've embarked on a cooking adventure. Sunday night's split pea soup was a disaster, thanks to a too-large pan; instead of simmering politely, it burned into black burnt ugliness. However, Tuesday's lime salmon on a bed of corn was easy and delicious. Tonight: swordfish, made in my new small pan.
  • On a related note, I picked up a copy of Alton Brown's Gear for your Kitchen, an excellent, practical overview of cooking utensils. It's sort of an anti-encyclopaedia; it describes only those utensils that are really useful, and what they're useful for. Also includes a few innovative hacks, like baking a chicken in a flowerpot.
  • Girls rock.
Tue, 09 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 9, 2003

As part of my efforts to get better sleep, I stumbled across Ward's Wiki's Sleeping Well Tips (which would make a great name for a band). I'm trying them out. The advice to avoid food for three hours before bed hasn't seemed to help thus far, though the suggestion to avoid reading in bed jives with my experiences. Reading tends to excite my mind rather than relax it.

Last Wednesday night, I followed the advice to do some freeform journalling just before bed. I wrote about half a page's worth, which predictably ranged all over the map. I wrote a bit about Chaos!, and work, and writing.

It was the bit about writing which was particularly worthwhile. As I slipped off into a deep doze, I thought about Seeing Things Invisible, and further worked out the problems I'm having with it. Ironically, I need more characters. I only have six major characters thus far, after all. I'll need at least four more characters, all of which will have significant roles.

But this excites me. I finally have a grip on this story again, and I want to write the next chapter now.

This is the first time I've called a Seeing Things Invisible entry a "chapter." It feels increasingly like a book, so that seems like a reasonable term. And I dislike using "snippet," partly because that's my technical term for a short piece of text that's part of a larger narrative. These things are pages and pages long, though shorter than average novel chapters.

On the other hand, I'm keeping my options open about STI. I developed a pretty sweet website that would allow me to post STI as a webdrama, and I still may do that and use something like BitPass as an experiment to make a bit of cash. I like the idea of charging a miniscule amount for access to the archives; Saalon argues that people can then just always read the front page. Which is absolutely true, and wonderful. If you get in on the ground floor, you don't have to pay much of anything to read the archives, which seems to me like a reasonable reward for being an early adopter. If you get in on it later, the archives have a modest cost (a few dollars for the entire thing).

Mon, 08 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 8, 2003

No update today, sorry. I overslept this morning and got in to work close to noon.

I do have an entry pretty much ready to go, though, so I should be able to post something interesting tomorrow.

Sat, 06 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 6, 2003

The weather continues to flaunt its beauty. The sky is clear, the air is fresh and clean, and the temperature is just cool enough to invigorate the lungs.

In fact, it's cool enough that it feels like autumn is roaring into town. It's certainly not cold yet. But autumn is here, and will be making its presence known soon. It feels like a mild old man this year.

Fri, 05 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 5, 2003

That's it. I'm out of here.

The office, that is. I just walked outside, and it's the sort of day that was just made for taking off early. Broad, contented clouds hang in a blue sky; the sun shines happily; and the breeze is occasionally strong and cool enough to whisper in your ear, "Autumn is coming. Enjoy what summer you have left."

So, I will. I'm going home now.

Especially after this morning. I couldn't go to sleep last night, so I stayed up and worked on finances until 3 a.m. Perhaps this is because of my purchases of a 160 GB hard drive and Return to Castle Wolfenstein last night. Wow, is Wolfenstein fun.

But I overslept, and rushed to work so I could be on time for a meeting with a potential new hire. I was part of the interview, which went well despite the fact that I walked in late. Still. He's PhD in physics who became a programmer, then a technical writer. Very interesting guy. Looks just like Elton John.

Anyway, I'm leaving you with the perfect anime music download for today: Yoko Kanno's "Three Fish."

Thu, 04 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 4, 2003

My stress from work is finally ebbing, thanks to exercise and sleep. Amazing what those two will do.

I haven't done much of anything creative in the past week, though; no writing or drawing, or even practicing Japanese. Though I did, in a burst of creativity, invent a game.

It's sort of a cross between collectible card games and, well, Starcraft. I wanted to combine resource management with a collectible card game, to create a game with much less chance than a standard CCG.

It began with an observation of a friend playing Magic: The Gathering. He kept drawing land cards – the resources of the game – and quickly lost. When your resources are cards in your deck (which are drawn at random), you may have very few resources, or very many, and either situation can mean losing the game.

How about a game with established resources that shift over the course of the game? I envisioned a game where the players can shift counters among a few resources. So, you may have more or fewer resources as the game progresses, but that's partly under your control.

I also dislike the idea of having a deck with cards you may never have access to. What if you have potential access to your entire deck, but everything has a cost? So, you can only bring out the cards which you can afford at any given time.

Thus I developed a basic set of rules for Chaos!, and made a tiny prototype. I tested it out over the weekend, and while I still need to create more cards and really play it through, I enjoy it.

Wed, 03 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 3, 2003

Bought a bunch of films over the weekend. The clerk commented on the nice, wide variety of titles. "And, of course, the obligatory anime," he smiled. He knows me well.

Let's tackle the list alphabetically:

[All Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku]

All-Purpose Cultural Cat Girl Nuku Nuku is great Golden Age anime, and by that I mean early 1990's. Beautiful character designs, ridiculously detailed and fluid animation, and a story that's just plain fun. It's not brilliant by any stretch, but it's solid entertainment, especially for someone who can appreciate the wonderful insanity of anime plots. In this case: A brilliant scientist and his nine-year-old son flees his domineering wife with the android prototype he's designed. He needs a brain for the android, so he inserts the brain of a cat and she becomes his "daughter" and their protector from his ex-wife (and her prototype military mecha). The six-episode miniseries hasn't taken itself seriously yet; the whole set-up is just for laughs. Great fun.

When I first heard the Sci-Fi Channel was making Children of Dune, I was skeptical. It was an incredibly difficult job. I've only watched the first third of it thus far, but they've done a tremendous job thus far. Their casting is almost universally spot-on this time. The direction is a bit too claustrophobic for my tastes, but overall it's quite well done thus far.

I've only seen one scene from Eat Drink Man Woman, but that was enough. This is a...errr...family romantic comedy drama. Sort of like Steve Martin's Father of the Bride, but this one's about a widower and his three grown daughters, and their difficulties. He's a master chef, and the film lovingly depicts the meals he cooks for them, and how that weaves into their story.

I hardly need explain my love for Haibane Renmei; I created a website for it, after all. I now own volume 1, thankfully. It's a quiet, beautiful series. And in re-watching it, I'm amazed at how much of the plot is hinted at in episode one.

Finally, one of my favorite kung fu films: Jackie Chan's Legend of Drunken Master. A comedy and martial arts masterpiece, with some of the most incredible, dexterous fighting ever put on screen.

Tue, 02 Sep 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 2, 2003

Stephen writes, in response to my previous post:

What kind of friendship is that?

Okay. What is friendship? Is friendship only something that occurs between bosom buddies?

I find that a lot of people tend to have a black-and-white view of friendship; a person is either someone you spend lots of time with, or an acquaintance at best. No. Friendship has much greater gradation than that. I have some close friends, and some distant friends. I don't talk to those distant friends often or deeply. Does that mean I should abandon them? I think not. A weak connection with a person is still a connection, and valuable. There is no such thing as a meaningless life, to quote Chiaki J. Konaka.

On a more personal note, I'm tired. Despite the three-day weekend – during which I mostly rested – work is really intense adn tough. We have to complete eight documents per week to be done on time, and these are typically hundred-page documents.

And, again, I'm not complaining per se. Just reporting. I'm bushed, and I don't know how I'm going to summon the energy to keep on working.

If only I could summon a glowing energy halo in real life....

(Ka-me-ha-me-HA!)

Wed, 29 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Okay, okay, yes, I forgot to update yesterday. Sorry. 'Twas in a strange haze at work, like somebody had cast a hex on me. My mind was fogged up.

Here's what I'd intended to post yesterday:

I distrust technology predictions. But I'm going to make one.

How long does it take a really major technological change to occur? I'm talking about changes on the scale of the transition from mainframes to PCs, or the ubiquity of Microsoft, or truly "household" acceptance of the web.

It took years. Lest we forget: Microsoft was around for a long time before it became such a dominant part of the technological landscape. The web was around for, what five to ten years before you could reliably recommend a cool new website to a random acquaintance without getting a blank stare.

So, what about the Macintosh? The Mac was in trouble ten years ago. It began the turnaround five years ago with the introduction of the iMac, continuing through the the iPod and OS X.

Here's my prediction: The Mac is going to gain ground on the PC, and it will start in the next year or two. With the modernization of MacOS in OS X, users are seeing an OS that they're willing to play around with on the desktop. There's enough eye candy to intrigue and entice people. There's a lot of excitement about Macintosh these days, which is not something people had been accusing the Mac of in years past. Heck, the main technology reporter for the Wall Street Journal wrote a full column yesterday recommending the Macintosh over the PC, almost unequivocably.

Something's going to happen.

Mon, 27 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 27, 2003

Eh. I wrote a little entry about the Mac, but don't feel like posting it yet. Now's not the day.

Part of the problem is the rain outside. My world is drenched, rain pouring from the sky in amounts that would surprise Noah. And, of course, I have to be at work today.

But days like this were made for a steaming cup of tea, a good book, and a comfortable couch. I just can't get enthusiastic about work. I should be home, curled up in a soft comforter and reading about the adventures of the Lensmen.

Speaking of which, I spent a good chunk of the weekend reading the first and most of the second books of the Lensman series (Triplanetary and First Lensman). They're fabulous. This is where George Lucas got it from. Heck, this is where most of science fiction got its adventure from (frex, the Vorlons and Shadows of Babylon 5 have strong parallels to the two master races of the Lensman universe).

I had a good weekend; quiet, for the most part. I took care of my parents' golden retriever while they were on vacation, but other than that, I continued my inner vacation.

I'm beginning to desire creativity and productivity. I want to do things now.

The question now is, what and how much?

Fri, 24 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:28 p.m.</p>

How much do I know of my limits?

I've been asking myself this question often over the past few days. Last weekend tired me so much that I'm doing practically nothing creative.

I realized that I don't have a strong sense of how creative I can be, of how long I can sustain a creative spell before tiring out. It seems to me that it's rather silly of me to push myself to be creative when I don't know what I'm capable of.

Of course, I can never know the precise answer to this. Creativity can't be exactly measured. But I feel that I should have at least a rough idea of how much I can usually give before I tucker out.

So, I'm not pushing my creativity, and plan to continue this for the next week or two. I want to observe myself. I'm beginning to notice my rhythms now; times when I'm tired and times when I'm energized. I'm building a better idea of my most productive and least productive times.

This strikes me as a good thing. It's time to listen to the whispers of my heart.

What is it about the internet that causes so many people to make fools of them Wed, 22 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 22, 2003 [Kill Bill]

So. I saw Kill Bill on Saturday.

I really enjoyed it, though it's certainly not for everyone. It's hyper-violent in a way that parodies violent films. It's a hyper-violent kung fu film that actually has the budget to pull off the hyperviolence that this sort of film usually doesn't have the money to portray.

It's basically a set of fight sequences, strung together with a clouded backstory of revenge. It's a very cool series of fight sequences, too, since they were choreographed by Yuen Wu-Ping, the legend of kung fu fight sequence choreography. There's a fabulous energy to the fights, but thanks to Wu-Ping's and Tarantino's use of film, it's all perfectly comprehensible.

Uma Thurman is fantastic. Heck, everybody is fantastic. Nobody pulls the film down.

That said, the film tends to drag a bit. As I stood in the theater lobby afterwards talking to a friend, I commented that this felt like an hour-and-a-half film told in two hours and twenty minutes. There's lots of unnecessary backstory in there, including the anime sequence.

Oh yes...there's an anime sequence. It's beautiful in a hyper-violent, ridiculously bloody and disturbing way. But it's essentially a story of one villain's childhood. I didn't care. It was interesting, but it was extra information that didn't push the film along at all. If it had involved the protagonist, that might've been interesting. Instead, it pretty much established the following facts: she had a sucky, violent childhood. Um. Okay. It felt like fanfic.

On the other hand, it's beautiful fanfic, and all of the film is over-the-top and rather pointless. It's a revenge fantasy, after all. The plot is very much secondary to watching Uma Thurman take out eighty sword-wielding bad guys who wear Kato masks.

In other news...new poll. And I've been tweaking the layout of these pages a bit, mainly for variety. What do you think?

Tue, 21 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:10 p.m.</p>

Last weekend has knocked me for a loop; I kept away from small group last night and rested. Which meant watching a lot of good anime.

[His and Hers Circumstances]

Particularly, His and Hers Cirumstances, which remains one of my favorite anime series of all time. It's a beautiful portrait of two high-schoolers dealing with life and love. Which sounds trite, but this is perhaps the least trite series I've ever seen. This is real, without settling for that fake "real" which means "as dysfunctional as possible." These two have a strong, close relationship, complete with moments of awful insecurities and bliss. Which strikes me as being very like real relationships.

I'm nearing the end of the series, which is rather heartbreaking. I feel strongly for these characters. I don't want our time together to end.

Perhaps you're rolling your eyes at this. C'mon, Brent; it's just a cartoon. But this is what animation can be. We all want these moving pictures to touch us on some deep level, don't we? His and Hers has succeeded. And, as in life, parting is painful.

I've also watched the first four episodes of Angelic Layer, which is a classic CLAMP show: innocent without naivete, exciting without being extreme, cute without being saccharine, and heartwarming without being (too) trite.

Full update later today. Meanwhile, check out the pictures of the pretty horses I took a week and a half ago. Mon, 20 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:37 p.m.</p>

Okay, I just checked my headlines, and came across this bit of hilarity. Dave Fester, Microsof't Windows Digital Media Division General Manager, says:

Unless Apple decides to make radical changes to their service model, a Windows-based version of iTunes will still remain a closed system, where iPod owners cannot access content from other services. Additionally, users of iTunes are limited to music from Apple's Music Store. As I mentioned earlier, this is a drawback for Windows users, who expect choice in music services, choice in devices, and choice in music from a wide-variety of music services to burn to a CD or put on a portable device. Lastly, if you use Apple's music store along with iTunes, you don't have the ability of using the over 40 different Windows Media-compatible portable music devices. When I'm paying for music, I want to know that I have choices today and in the future.

This is from Microsoft. (Emphasis mine.)

He's right that Apple has a pretty exclusive grip on this. But, to quote The Register, "...perhaps Mac owners are collectively suffering from Stockholm Syndrome, because under the jackboot of this proprietary computer systems company, they don't look such an unhappy lot."

The Big Weekend is over, and it went surprisingly well. I did manage to complete everything I expected to. I won't list everything, but Saturday saw the completion of a steak-and-mushroom pie that would be excellent if I'd remember to defrost the steak. And the microwave never quite defrosts thoroughly; the inside is still steel while the outside is turning into mud. But I made it, and even though the beef's tough, it's tasty.

AWANA was fun but busy. We were under-staffed; three adults instead of five, and the head adult was one of the missing. I was filling in for him, but we still had to rush intently to do it all. And some kids still complained because they couldn't do seven sections while we were trying to make sure everyone at least got a chance to do one. But hey, they're kids. They're immature by definition.

I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon with my parents, sitting on a white deck surrounded by waving trees and flowers, letting the breeze bustle past me me as I cupped a mug of hot tea and listened to the soft tinkle of wind chimes. It was heaven.

Ah! I also saw Kill Bill on Saturday, which was very entertaining, as well as the first half of Akira Kurosawa's The Seven Samurai. I'm afraid I don't have time for full reviews now.

Now, I must get back to work.

Fri, 17 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 17, 2003

Behold! The script and storyboard for matrix experiments lain are now online! Witness my cheesy drawing sk1llz.

I'm tired, and I have a long weekend ahead of me, so I'm a bit dispirited. Saturday: Baking (in preparation for the week; I need to make something heavy-duty so I have leftovers over the course of the week; otherwise I have even less time than usual), then out to see Kill Bill with a friend, then an evening with a lady friend watching Kurosawa's The Seven Samurai (if I can find it). Sunday: Church, lunch with my parents, and AWANA. Yikes.

Moreover, the company I work for has just been acquired by Rockwell Collins, an electronics manufacturer. We should be able to stay pretty much together, but it's still worrying. I'll be updating my resume.

That's all I can muster.

Thu, 16 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 16, 2003
"Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting, and autumn a mosaic of them all. "
— Stanley Horowitz

Tuesday night, I finished the storyboard for my short anime parody. My, that's a good feeling.

It's the first step on the path of actually making real animations. It's not going to happen unless I start somewhere. This seems as good a place to start as any.

The storyboard should appear on other-space.com shortly. Next, I need to find a good anime artist.

Wed, 15 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 15, 2003

Corporate Ethics

This term seems like an oxymoron, especially these days. Enron, WorldCom, and the rest have simply shown us something we've really known for a long time: the corporate world suffers from a lack of ethics.

Some believe that corporations don't need ethics. Business is impersonal, as it should be. Businesses are all about work, which produces a product or a service, and why do we need to shoe-horn ethics into that?

Because products are bought by customers, and services are used by people. All businesses are fundamentally about people. Robots don't buy laundry detergent; people do. Software applications don't get tax advice; people do. Corporations are responsible to their customers, their lifeblood.

What about shareholders? They're secondary. It's great to impress Wall Street, but they're not the ones generating the revenue that the company uses to pay its rent and its employees. At least, not established companies; startups don't have any or many customers, so aren't subject to the exact same forces.

But ultimately, all companies have to be about revenue, because all the positive valuations in the world won't bring in revenue — unless you begin to borrow based on those positive valuations, in which case you're setting yourself up for failure (how will you pay off those debts if you have nothing but more debt with which to pay them?).

So. Companies deal with people. That means that companies are in a relationship with their customers. People expect certain things from relationships.

People expect honesty to the point of transparency. Honesty is a no-brainer, but people expect more than simply being as truthful as you can be given all your pressures. When people are in a good relationship, they expect the other person to be forthright about everything, to the point of volunteering information that might damage our reputations. If a friend screws up, you expect him to be upfront about it, not hide behind "market forces."

People expect straightforwardness. That's an awkward word, but I can't think of anything better. It ties into the above point, too; when you're honest, you don't hide behind knots of formality and complexity. More than that, you look for ways to cut those knots. Who wants a friend who guards every word? People want the straight dope, as simply as possible.

People expct realistic results. You can't hide behind words forever; what are you actually accomplishing? What impresses you more: Amazon.com's latest acquisition, or the fact that it's moved almost a million and a half copies of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix alone? People get fed up with that college roommate who always talked big but never did anything, and they get just as fed up with a company that plasters "Company Focused" on its website but takes six days to answer a simple e-mail.

And, as those wonderful IBM commercials point out, there is no magic genie that will make this easy. It's tough. It's complicated. It requires a lot of thought.

But it's important.

Tue, 14 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 14, 2003

Wow. Where to begin?

I spent Saturday at a horse race, and I wish I could upload the pictures. I'm still sorting through them, actually; I took about a hundred, and most are practically identical.

I had a good time at the race, though, with my parents. We didn't bet on any of the horses, though my Mom revealed her ability to pick 'em. Out of the five she picked, three won and another other came in second.

The storyboard for the short anime parody is almost done. If I do nothing else tonight, I'll finish that storyboard. That'll give me time to scan it tomorrow night and touch up a few of the frames, so that I can post it to the website on Saturday (I'll be busy Thursday and Friday nights). Then I can begin approaching anime artists to draw the animations.

Brennen wrote, regarding his crockpot concoction:

I am sure you can buy prepared food this good, but it isn't easy to find.

He's right. While it does take time, the extra preparation involved in home cooking results in incredibly delicious food. And it's not that hard.

I've been experimenting with pan-frying things like steaks, chicken breasts, and hamburger. The results taste great, and are pretty quick to make.

People are amazed at this, partly because I'm a single guy (which annoys me a bit at the stereotype), and partly because they claim that they can't find the time. This latter is ameliorated in my case by my lack of a TV. I loaned it to a friend at work, now that I'm using the projector for DVDs and VHS tapes. I can't imagine how I'd find time to watch TV if I had one, though.

Fri, 10 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 10, 2003

Okay. I know, I know. I haven't posted anything in days. It's just that...well, I got a call on my wristphone Tuesday about another deadly attack by the Hammerheads on planet Cardonia, so I had to blast off in my starfighter and patrol the area for a couple of days. And the nearest space station only had dial-up.

I have been working nights on a possible Otherspace Productions animation: a short anime parody in which lain of serial experiments lain goes up against Agent Smith of The Matrix.

I've scripted out the animation, and have been drawing the storyboard. It's quite a bit of work, really; the storyboard will end up with about fifteen drawings, of which I've drawn twelve this week. Many of them are fairly detailed, too (I just can't resist adding nice detail). Once I'm done, I'll upload it and will point to it from here.

Meanwhile, I stumbled across something quite fascinating.

There's a new technology out there set to prevent software piracy in computer games. It's called "Fade." Two parts of this are interesting: how it works, and what it does.

It works by taking advantage of disc-burning tools. The original contains intentional "scratches" in the disc, which the game looks for when booting up. If the scratches are there, the game plays normally. But disc-burning software automatically removes scratches, so that an unauthorized copy will be relatively scratch-free. In this case, the game will know it's been pirated.

But the game doesn't shut down if it's been pirated. Instead, it slowly degrades the play experience. In a shooter, for example, the player's aim will get increasingly erratic over time.

I can't think of any obvious disadvantages to this.

Tue, 07 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 7, 2003

I have a mini-article ready, but I think I'd better explain my short absence from this journal. I forgot to update on Friday, then seasonal allergies flared up on Monday, which kept me in bed until noon and home all day. Today, I'm operating at about 70%.

I'm continuing to chug through my weekly list-of-stuff-to-do. I need another couple of weeks to be able to accurately gauge its effectiveness, but it's going well thus far. For example, I practiced my violin for the first time on Saturday. And I don't sound all that bad.

I'm always nervous about violin practice, as there's a cultural memory of the horrible sound of a novice practicing the violin. Nobody likes listening to a dying cat.

If I'm honest with myself, I know that my violin practice doesn't sound like a dying cat. But it is like Tom Green: loud and repetitive. So, I usually only practice for a few minutes, then hurriedly put everything away.

I'm getting used to the preparation of steaks. I've been surprised at how difficult it is to get the steak done just right (I like them done medium). I'm still fiddling with the amount of heat needed to cook 'em all the way through without turning the skin into charcoal. As it stands, there's a distressing amount of pink in the center of the steaks I've made so far.

Thu, 02 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 2, 2003

I'm continuing to have reasonable success with my evening schedules; Tuesday night was a good example.

I came home ready to make a special dinner: steak and potatos. I cracked open the cookbook to discover that the recipe calls for marinating the steak for an hour. Blast. Well, I'd planned on making cookies anyway. I oiled and peppered the steak and set it aside, then proceeded to mix up the M&M cookie batter.

I'd done this over the weekend, but that batch contained a fatal flaw: not nearly enough flour. The batter ran like hot butter down a greased slide. I had M&M pancakes. So, this time, I added plenty of extra flour.

They turned out okay. They were the right consistency, but all that flour made the batter bland. Cookies should be sweet. The dough itself should be sweet. This was...a cookie. Eh. Maybe a 'C'.

But then I had to begin dinner, as I was almost fainting from hunger. I chopped up the potato, sprinkled it with oil and salt, and put it into the oven. No sweat. I tossed the steak onto the frying pan, and....hmmm.

Okay, it's been three minutes, and I'm supposed to flip it. It's still pretty pink. No, really, it's...but...really pretty pink....Okay. Fine. I flipped it and watched it sizzle for another few minutes, then let it stand for about ten minutes (this seals in the juices).

And I remembered the potato slices, and flipped them, then brought everything together.

It was really good, except that the steak was pretty darned rare. It didn't "Moo!" when I cut into it, but the middle was pretty pink. I guess next time I'd better leave it on there for longer.

But I had my steak and my potato slices, with a bit of red wine. It was good. Especially with a few M&M pancakes.

Wed, 01 Oct 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 1, 2003 [Sun Through Fog]

Fall has arrived. This morning, the sky was paved with slate, and the air was almost vindictively cold; even a long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket didn't quite keep out the chill. When I hopped into my truck, I turned on the heater for the first time this season.

But I'm not complaining. Until today, the days have been nearly cloudless, and the air warms up by mid-morning. It's still chilly by noon, but just enough that five minutes outside is invigorating.

More tomorrow (the entry's mostly written already). Work's been pleasantly busy, so I haven't had much time to write good journal entries. Things are going fine, for what it's worth.

Fri, 28 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 28, 2003
"Violence needs to have consequence, lethality, and authenticity, but not necessarily relish."
— Edward Zwick, film director (Legends of the Fall, Glory)

Here's the next writing challenge:

Write a five-hundred-word scene in which a character monologues coherently for the entire scene. Use the character's body language to enhance the monologue. Purpose: Sustaining the reader's interest during a long speech.

The previous challenge is available here. Please post your response.

Thanksgiving's over, and it was good. Extremely small and quiet. Just me, my parents, and one of my nieces, sharing turkey and the rest of the standards at my parents' house. The niece tended to cling a lot, but then, she's five. That's part of her nature. At least she enjoys our company.

I'm thinking of redesigning this page. Not the rest of the site; just the journal. Normally, I'm opposed to that, since it's jarring to navigate around a site and bump into pages that look completely different than the ones you were just skimming.

But for the journal, maybe it'd be worthwhile. The rest of the site is fine. But the journal...I don't know. It's asking to be treated differently. It's special. It's text-heavy. It has some graphics occasionally. The sidebar doesn't feel quite right.

I'm tempted to turn the main text into a rather narrow column running down the center of the page. And maybe turn the sidebar into a topbar. Don't know.

Thoughts?

Wed, 26 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 26, 2003

I haven't written anything new on Wine yet, though that's hardly surprising. I have so little energy to write in the evening, which is why I'm doing all my errands over the course of the week, so I'll have Saturday free. I plan to write — Wine and other things — for pretty much all of Saturday. Wish me luck there.

In other news, I did a rather odd thing on Monday; I stumbled upon an anime pirate that was selling fansubbed DVDs. Normally, I avoid such dealers, since they're profiting from a non-profit fan activity. But I was tired, this dealer had a large selection of impossible-to-find titles, and a strong desire for anime gripped me. I kepting adding titles to my shopping cart — Turn-A Gundam, Kodomo no Omocha: The Junior High Years, Macross Zero, New Dominion Tank Police, Earth Defense Family — and, when I looked at the cart to finalize my order, my brain fizzled. It said, "Duuuhhhhh...Okay," and I ordered over two hundred dollars worth of anime.

Weird. But I am looking forward to receiving my purchase. Or, I was, until I checked a few moments ago to discover that it's backordered. ARG!

It must be God's punishment for sin in my life. ;-)

Tue, 25 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 25, 2003 [Sarah]

Spent much of last night fretting over Wine to Those in Anguish, which is...rather hard to define in a few words. It's an anime idea I had years ago, and put into pre-production, only to deep-freeze when I realized I had no script.

I've never abandoned it. I believe that it's a strong work. There's emotion in it; it has the stuff of life. But I never could write the script. It never came together.

The reasons were many, but primarily, I had no story. I knew what had set up the story, and had a very interesting, complex backstory. But I didn't know how the characters would act once I kicked off the story itself.

So, last night, I asked myself about the characters, and scribbled down a ten-step outline. And I think that I have enough, now, to write a story.

Now comes the more important point. Will I actually sit down and write it?

Mon, 24 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 24, 2003

Well, I certainly enjoyed the con. Lots of fun. Here's what I bought:

  • Grey lain bag from Mythwear. Plenty big enough for my laptop, with plenty of pockets. I'm thrilled.
  • Someday's Dreamers DVD 1
  • Last Exile DVD 1
  • Mobile Suit Gundam DVD 3
  • Someday's Dreamers Soundtrack CD
  • Trigun Soundtrack CD
  • Spirited Away Soundtrack CD
  • Haibane Renmei Soundtrack CD
  • Rurouni Kenshin OVA 2 Soundtrack CD
  • "Blue" (Cowboy Bebop OST) CD
  • A little Bulbasaur plush keychain, because the booth babe begged me to buy it

Here's what I watched:

  • Scrapped Princess — A decent fantasy series
  • Onegai Twins — A surprisingly strong romantic story is embedded in all the fanservice
  • Gunslinger Girl — To quote AnimeNfo.com, "It's a sad story about suffering girls who have lost their past but continue to live. After they were being brainwashed, they can kill with an innocent face and without hesitation at all. They don't think through their deeds and don't feel any pity. But behind their cute disguise, they destroy themselves and refuse to grow." Ick. I'm sorry I watched it.
  • PlanetES — My favorite of the con. It's a hard SF series with strong writing. Only one of my readers is going to understand this, but it's essentially Mighty Space Miners the TV show. I am not exagerrating.

Here's what I attended:

  • A panel on voice acting, hosted by two wonderfully kind voice actors who gave their opinions on the state of the industry, the difficulty of voice acting, and a host of other issues.
  • A panel on translating anime and another on translating manga, both of which shared a panelist: Dan Kanemitsu, a funny, thoughtful translator who's worked on a ton of anime and manga. Fascinating.
  • X/Y, in which two fans gave X: The Movie the MST3K treatment. It was a horrible film, really, and they did a great job of making fun of it.
  • Otaku Unite!, an excellent documentary film about the anime/otaku phenomenon.
  • "Name That Anime Tune," a game show where the crowd was invited to identify anime music. I actually did pretty well; better than the average fan in the audience, I think.
  • An anime music video discussion panel, which included the guys behind Doki Doki Productions ("Right Now Someone Is Reading This Title", "The K-Team", "Anime Mascot's Day Off", and the extremely disturbing yet hilarious "Lollipops, Sunshine, and rrrRRRrrr") and Lee Sheng ("Stress"). This was one of those extremely low-key Sunday morning panels where most of the guys on the panel were nursing hangovers and there were only half a dozen other people in the room.
Fri, 21 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 21, 2003

Here's the next writing challenge:

Describe a character, physically and psychologically, in one sentence. Purpose: Clarity of description.

I note that nobody has posted their own response yet. Go on. It's anonymous. It's the cool thing to do.

Weird day today. I actually managed to get up early, so I could be at work before a 9:00 meeting. Yes, that's early for me. Yes, I'm okay with that. The meeting was about Rockwell Collins' acquisition of the company I work for, and how that would change benefits. Nobody's being let go; we were acquired as a whole unit so that Rockwell Collins could get into the flight simulator business. But our 401(k) will be changing slightly, etc.

Andn I'll be leaving work shortly, to stop by the bank and Greenberry's before I go to Anime USA.

Last night was rather odd, too. I got home late—working extra hours so I can leave work early today—and expected to crash. But I wanted to get in at least some time on Cronan The Scheduler, a BeOS application I volunteered to bulid for Dane of leBuzz. And I did. I just walked over to Pendragon, plunked down, and coded. And now, Cronan can read in a crontab file. Woohoo!

Thu, 20 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 20, 2003

I've completed my writing exercise for this week. Go to the Writing Challenge webpage to read it and add your own result.

I'll debut next week's exercise tomorrow.

Meanwhile, I'll be at an anime convention this weekend, Godwilling; it's very close to my house, which I think is awfully considerate of the con organizers. This is the con's second year, and I didn't go the first year, so I've no idea what to expect—masses of sweaty, overweight fanboys crowded into dim hallways? Half a dozen confused attendees? Bored con staffers lounging in corners, glazed eyes staring at passing con-goers? Weird panels with nervous guests whom nobody's heard of?

Can't wait!

Wed, 19 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 19, 2003

Have you done that writing exercise yet? I'll post my results tomorrow, and set up a system that will let you post your own.

I take my trusty digital camera with me everywhere. If I don't, invariably I want to take a picture but don't have my camera with me.

As a result, I've taken a number of photos with my Kodak DC5000, and uploaded them to my pictures site. There's lots of stuff there.

I've noticed that I can take better pictures now than I could, say, a year ago. There's something about being able to take a picture anywhere that makes me think about what framing and composition. I think about how the picture will look, instead of just pointing and shooting.

You can see the difference; compare Alexandria City Hall to Tree At Sunset.

Tue, 18 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 18, 2003

It's amazingly time-consuming to pursue one's dreams.

Take my animations as an example. A friend knows an artist who is willing to try animation. Through our mutual friend, I requested some art samples...and I haven't seen the mutual friend in weeks. So, now I have to contact him and work out a time when we can meet. Arg.

It frustrates me, and it pushes me a little distance away from animating. This isn't even work, and it's hard.

Mon, 17 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 17, 2003

Nearly missed Brennen's wonderful Standing Bear essay. And I mean "essay" in a broad but American Heritage Dictionary–approved sense.

Saturday's relaxation was a wonderful product of Friday's industry. I realized that I spend much of my Saturdays out doing errands, and that I'd really like to have a full day free to write, or animate, or cook, or whatever. So, Friday night after work, I ran to the bank and Greenberry's, taking care of some online errands, before tacking eastwards to lead my Redemption club. We had a great time, too; I played with four kids.

So, I spent Saturday lounging around my apartment, watching some anime (Haibane Renmei) and generally recharging my batteries after a rather long work week.

And it paid off: That evening, I rewrote Ghost Story, and the new beginning is much improved. I'm anxious to continue writing it, which is always a good sign.

Thu, 13 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, November 13, 2003

Here are the four areas that I want to concentrate on for the next three months:

  • Animation — I want to produce matrix experiments lain, a Matrix spoof.
  • Programming — I want to finish prototype 6 of Contract Tycoon and write a few little applications for Syllable.
  • Writing — I want to write 10,000 words of Seeing Things Invisible and two short stories.
  • Exercise &mdash: I want to be running three days a week for three miles per run, and I want to run in a 5K race sometime around the end of January.

Part of that writing effort includes completing writing exercises. I write best when I'm completing exercises; they keep my writing muscles tuned.

So. Here's the plan. I'm going to post a writing exercise here. I'll wait a week , and then will provide webspace here where people can anonymously post their completed exercises. I'll post mine as well, also anonymously.

Do you want to improve your ability to write? Try this exercise:

Choose two nouns, two verbs, and two adjectives at random. Write a rhyming poem incorporating all of them.

Purpose: Creativity in word usage and combination.

Wed, 12 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:32 p.m.</p>
"At two other points, Neo flies like Superman and grabs people so quickly that the change of direction should kill them. But sometimes physics matter in the Matrix, and sometimes they don't. Perhaps part of Neo's power is that he can change the rules of the Matrix for everyone around him. If so, why does this story take so long?"
— Will Shetterly, the Matrix Reloaded lessons

Y'know, this journal thing works a lot better when I actually write an entry in advance. Not only does it give me editing time, my brain approaches writing differently that way. Instead of screaming, "You have to post something now!" it leans forward eagerly and asks, "What can we write about today?"

I'm not writing this entry in advance, which is probably why I'm writing an entry that's all about writing an entry.

I spent yesterday—Veteran's Day— mostly with my parents, showing them Fight Club. I was afraid they'd react with slack-jawed horror, but they liked it quite a lot. We all laughed, then talked about the film over a late dinner of popcorn shrimp and organic vegetables. 'Twas a good night.

I returned home to my newly-set-up computer configuration in my bedroom. I've hooked up two computers to a KVM switch, so they both share the same monitor, keyboard, and mouse. I did this because I wanted to install Syllable on one of the computers. This, I attempted last night. Worked fine. Rebooted, and the bootloader sat down on the floor, crossed its arms, and refused to speak to me. Arg.

Meanwhile, I'm making essentially no progress on any of my creative endeavors. I think I'll write about that tomorrow.

Have a good one.

Mon, 10 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 10, 2003

Fair warning: I'm psychically exhausted, after spending a busy weekend out and about. This post sucks.

On Saturday, I went out to look at a new community of condos. I'd like to buy a place, rather than rent, and the prices at this place seemed reasonable.

It's a lovely little gated community, and the condos are attractive in a neo-classical way. I like the feel of the place, which is important to me. I don't believe in going for a deal that makes sense only numerically.

Saturday evening, I watched a bunch of bits and pieces, particularly two quite interesting films.

First up was Dragonball: The Legend Begins. This is a live-action Dragonball movie. Fortunately, it's so bad it's good. The acting is decent, the plot is incomprehensible, and the special effects alternate between decency and schlock. It was a great way to spend 90 minutes, though it would have been better with friends.

Then I saw Junkers Come Here, an incredible "family" film about an eleven-year-old girl coping with her life. It's remarkable because it shows all sorts of little moments and nuances, and yet it's entrancing to watch throughout. It reminded me greatly of The Snowman.

Sat, 08 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 8, 2003

Here's a screenshot of the little MacOS game I wrote:

[Colony Screenshot]

And for those of you enlightened enough to use a Mac ;-), you can download the game!

Fri, 07 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:29 p.m.</p>

New poll. I'm thinking of posting writing exercises here, that I would do along with readers. I'd post my results, and provide space where you all could post yours. Please vote, over there on the right. No, the right.

According to the last poll, the vast majority of you saw and loved Kill Bill.

So. What did you think of Ghost Story? Please send me your thoughts.

 

I spent a little time last week fiddling around with programming in MacOS X. The default tools are quite nice, really.

I developed a little game, Colony. It's nothing, really; just text boxes and a button. Click the button and see the numbers change. Oooh!

It's based on a project I had in my Visual Basic class. I've always felt that game programming is a great way to learn a programming language, because there's so much to learn and so many features you can add. Practically any language feature can be used to enhance the game. The trick is to pick a simple game idea, something that can be implemented with minimal knowledge.

So, Colony is a resource-management game. You lead a colony of miners; the mines produce ore, which you sell. You have to buy food to keep the colonists from starving. And that's about it for the basic game.

So I slapped together the interface, then used the included tutorial to figure out how it all fits together.

OS X has a rather interesting system for managing data. You create a "Controller," and attach GUI widgets as inputs and/or outputs to it. You can then dive into the code for the Controller and, within it, read data from/send data to those widgets. That allows you to create multiple controllers, each for a different purpose.

Thu, 06 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:20 a.m.</p>
As recently as World War II, talk still aspired to the condition of writing. Now writing has uniformly descended to the condition of talk.
— J. Bottum, today's Wall Street Journal

Ghost Story, part 3

The young man hesitated. "You're dead, you know."

"Yeah. I figured."

The new guy sighed in relief. "Good. Some people have such a tough time with that."

George continued looking at him impassively. "I'm sorry," he said, though he wasn't, "but who are you?"

"The young man gave him a sparkling grin and replied, "I'm Peyton. I'll be your guide."

"Mmm. Where am I?"

Peyton shifted, grew a laconic grin. "Well, like I said, you're dead. But first, I've got to ask you a question." He paused, pursed his lips. "Have you ever heard of Amway?"

George's eyes bugged, then Peyton laughed and made a dismissive wave of his hand. "Just kidding," he said. "What do you feel right now?"

George blinked. "I don't see how that's any of your business."

Peyton let out an exasperated breath. "C'mon. If I'm going to be your mystical spirit guide, you've got to trust me at least that much."

George pursed his lips. His options were pretty limited. Might as well trust him this far. "I feel...nothing."

"All right. Good. You'll fit in well with us."

Wed, 05 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 5, 2003 [Trading Post gag]

Finally! I have this page displaying properly in both Opera and IE. <sarcasm>Can't wait to test it on Safari....</sarcasm>

Ghost Story, part 2

He glanced around for a tunnel of light, but there was only the dark, sparse apartment, illuminated dimly by the Swedish lamp in one corner.

He looked back down at Donna, who was in turn staring down at his slumped body. He knew he should be feeling something right now—anger, remorse, fear—and he made a supreme effort to feel something. But nothing came.

Great, he thought. Even death doesn't cure depression.

This little fling with Donna, in fact, had been an attempt to lift his spirits three months ago. Well, he realized, looking down at his stiffening body, that clearly hadn't worked out.

He felt a tingling then, in the back of his mind. He glanced around.

A few feet to his right, a green form flashed towards him and coalesced into a young man wearing the indistinct, ghostly equivalents of a vest, a bead necklace, and shorts. A shock of hair topped his smiling friendly face. The new guy's eyes flicked up and down George's hovering form as he smiled tentatively and said, "Hi."

George was not about to trust just anyone, though his options seemed limited at the moment. He regarded the young man for a moment, then replied, "Hello."

The young man looked down at the bed and arched an eyebrow. Donna had covered her face with her hands and was hunched over, rocking to herself, though she was making no noise. George's eyes roamed over her naked, curled body and reflected that she looked pretty sexy. Then shook his head and reminded himself that she had just murdered him.

The young man looked back at George. "Nasty business."

"Yeah."

More to come....

In other news, the WSJ today reports that intel.jwire.com is the most comprehensive search engine they found for WiFi hotspots. Just wade through all the Centrino ads....

Tue, 04 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 4, 2003

Ghost Story, part 1

The last thought that flashed through George Hatterly's mind before he died was where Donna had hid the knife while they were having sex.

The knife sunk into his sternum up to the hilt and the life drained from his eyes.

And he blinked.

Because suddenly there, below him, a naked forty-year-old man was slumping backwards, a knife protruding from his chest. Donna was just taking her hand off the hilt, the murderous rage in her face giving way to, ironically, surprised horror. And, of course, the dying man was him.

He groaned inwardly. He looked down at himself, which was transparent and colored a sickly green, like a bad Hollywood special effect. He was a ghost.

How inconvenient.

More to come....

Mon, 03 Nov 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 3, 2003

I don't know what it is about alternative operating systems that attract me to them. I love playing around with these weird little OSes.

Perhaps part of it is the "Big Fish, Little Pond" syndrome. With a little alt.os, I can have a big impact on its community just by writing a comparatively straightforward application or writing a few documents.

So I've recently become re-interested in Syllable, which is a nice little GUI OS with lots of potential. No apps, but lots of potential.

Which, of course, means nothing unless that potential is realized. I have my thoughts.

  1. An alt.os cannot survive without attracting lots of developer attention. To do this, the OS must have high-quality development tools. Typing "gcc" in a terminal window simply won't do. In fact, decent development tools won't do. The tools must inexorably pull developers from their current development environments, and to do that, the tools must be first-rate.

  2. Assuming the developers come, the OS needs to be able to handle MS Word documents. Note: I don't mean that it needs a word processor, though it does. A word processor is of minimal value unless users can actually open and save Word documents with it. It's amazing how many people say, "I'd love to try that OS; can I use Word documents on it?"

I addressed the first issue with Juggler, but now realize that my simple IDE was insufficient. Syllable needs something more like the modern IDEs such as Visual C++.

Wed, 31 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 31, 2003 — New Year's Eve

Eh. My half-cold gave me a good swift kick before leaving, so yesterday I was completely unable to do much of anything. Not even a journal entry.

I think I was subconsciously saving my energy for that evening, and the next step of the familial crisis. As seems to be common with such things, it didn't go quite as expected. I think we resolved the issue, but I'm not sure. We'll (hopefully) get confirmation today.

I went to a birthday party afterwards, for a friend of mine I met through the Redemption Club. He has four children, all boys; the oldest is 11. And they're all technologically inclined. Their basement is a tech holding pen.

It was fun, though I ended up spending more time with the kids than I did with the adults. This was partly due to timing; when I got there, the only people there were kids and adults from the other side of the family who didn't speak English very well, so I followed the kids into the basement for some Godzilla action. And once you've settled into one group in a party, it's awfully hard to uproot yourself and insert yourself into another group. Especially when you know everyone in your group.

But I had a good time anyway. I guess I'm perverse like that.

Here's the next bit of the VR story. It should kick into high gear with next week's entry.

"What's this file you want?" Thomas asked.

The avatar visibly relaxed -- prematurely, to Thomas' mind -- and replied, "It's a program I wrote; a simulation. It's very important to me. I worked on it for years. But when I went in to work on it a few days ago, it was gone from my cube."

"And you know who took it?"

"Not exactly. But I know it must've been one of my co-workers."

Thomas shook his head. "You need a hacker, not a detective. It may not even be in the system by now."

"No!" The avatar began agitated gesticulating. "I know it's there. I heard somebody bragging about working on a new simulation, but I'm not sure who it was."

Thomas didn't like it. This didn't sound right. And breaking into a corporate system meant risking jail time, which was very bad for business. Still. Ten thousand dollars.

"I'll do it," he said.

Please note, dear reader, that I have never suggested that Thomas wasn't greedy.

Mon, 29 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 29, 2003 [Sonic Christmas]

I drove to my parents' house Tuesday evening after work. I had planned to bake a ridiculously over-the-top cake on Christmas Eve, so we'd decided I'd get there the day before and be able to spend all day Christmas Eve there.

However, I was fighting off a cold by that point, so we decided to chill out instead. We watched Rush Hour, which we all enjoyed greatly, then I screened Once Upon a Time in China for my Mom, which she appreciated. Two good flicks there.

My sister and her family (husband and four children) came over during the evening on Christmas Eve. The kids were great; high-energy and high-maintenance, but pure and enjoyable. We opened each other's presents, then they all went home.

Christmas Day was a low-key affair; my parents and I opened the rest of our presents, then we spent the rest of the day playing the board game Reminiscing, which is essentially Trivial Pursuit with historical questions.

On Friday, I felt well enough to attempt the cake. And, to my satisfaction, it turned out well: three layers of cinnamon and ginger spice cake, sandiwching a peppermint white chocolate mousse and a mini chocolate chip white chocolate mousse, smothered in decadent chocolate ganache and covered with dancing gingerbread men. It looke dimpressive, too. Unfortunately, my camera lost its battery charge and my parents were out of batteries, so I couldn't take a picture.

On Saturday, I left my parents, did some errands, and returned to my apartment. It was a wreck; I'd left it in quite some disarray as my cold was building up and I couldn't summon the energy to straighten up. So, I rolled up my sleeves and tucked in.

There's something immensely satisfying about the act of putting something in order. That's what I felt as I assembled lamps, put out several bags of garbage, tossed laundry into the washing machine, and vacuumed. It felt good.

It felt even better to pop open my laptop and write some more of Seeing Things Invisible. I didn't even write much, and what I did write I'll probably never use (the scene I finished just doesn't further the story much, and I can reference it in other scenes without describing it directly). But I wrote something.

And now, energized, I'm ready to rock.

Tue, 23 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 23, 2003

First, for perhaps the first time, Tolkien gets more credit than he deserves, rather than less.

Spent last night curled up in bed, watching MST3K and anime.

The MST3K was The Hellcats, an incomprehensible film about wild 1960's biker culture, impressively padded with shots of people riding bikes and tense confrontations that are resolved with feats of manliness and have no impact whatever on the plot.

Then came two episodes of Please Teacher!, an anime which every reviewer seems to describe the same. It's a silly, horny teen comedy in which is embedded an amazingly strong romance. The protagonists stumble through an increasingly complicated relationship, doing their best to do the right thing by each other. Interspersed with "Oops, I grabbed the wrong person's breast" scenarios. Oddly enough, it works.

[One artwork]

Then I tried two episodes of One, an anime OVA that I picked up fansubbed because it looked interesting. I can only assume it's based on a dating sim; it has that classic "tons of cute girls all interested in the same mysterious guy" plot. The mysterious guy is even drawn half-shadowed a lot of the time, which is common in dating sims.

The plot of One is completely incomprehensible at this point, though I think that's intentional. Apparently, a bunch of girls all knew one guy at various points in their lives, but their memory of him has been erased some time in the past year. He's entering their lives again now, and they're beginning to remember their histories with him.

Unfortunately, the director favored extremely lengthy shots in an apparent effort to make it more moody (and pad the anime); I shouted "Do something!" at the screen a few times. Worse, the animation is often inept; a character will shrink way too fast as she runs away from us, or a character's hand will leap all over a violin as he plays it. Still, it's an interesting little show.

In other news, I'm somewhat depressed. This is due mostly to an ongoing crisis with somebody close to me. I'm not directly involved, but it's still a weight on my heart.

As a result, I'm not writing. I haven't written a thing since Friday, despite my commitment to write 300 words a day. Well, no writing over the weekend was understandable, but nothing yesterday? This is bad.

On the other hand, what would I write?

Mon, 22 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 22, 2003

There's something about the holidays that simply warps time and space. Everybody's really busy, at a level beyond typicaly day-to-day busy-ness. This means that events are in flux; there are lots of concerts and plays to see, and regular weekly meetings are cancelled.

I had a good weekend. Saturday was spent shopping, mainly. I spent Sunday morning and early afternoon at a party my parents held, then drove straight to a nearby church to meet with some friends to talk about our writing projects. We had a good time and discussed our current writing problems, though it was a bit awkward to do so in the middle of a busy cafeteria, with people chatting and toddlers rushing by.

I'm back at work today, and will be here tomorrow as well. I'll come back on Friday, and probably Saturday as well, since I'll be taking off all day Wednesday. We'll see.

Fri, 19 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 19, 2003

Wednesday night was to be a free night. This was not altogether ideal; my wonderful art teacher cancelled due to a rather bad cold, with the knowledge that I won't be seeing here again for several weeks (she's going home for the holidays). She's a good friend, and I'll miss her.

But I knew I'd have the evening free. I planned to bake some cookies, write, and do a bit of reading. I'd even bought a few new books for the occasion: a complete collection of Douglas Adams' The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy novels, and Joseph Heller's Catch 22.

I batted a .333; after dinner, I cracked The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy compilation and didn't stop until I reached page 275 (all the way through the original Hitchhiker novel and within thirty pages of the end of The Restaurant at the End of the Universe), at which point an alrm whimpered in the back of my mind that maybe bedtime was near. It was 11:00 p.m.

I half expected Hitchhiker to be a mind-blowing, brilliant novel. It wasn't. Instead, it was a consistently funny, simply entertaining book. Which is exactly the kind of book I tend to gravitate towards these days.

But perhaps that style is remarkable in itself. It can be awfully hard to write a tale that's simply fun. The temptation to become the next Hemingway sneaks in with alarming ease.

In other news: new poll. On the right.

Thu, 18 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:07 p.m.</p> [tatu anime image]

Saalon is sadly mistaken. t.A.T.u. Paragate (however you capitalize it) will be a plotless, pointless anime with weird pseudo-sexualization but no overt sex. This, I foretell.

I still want to see it, though.

And, hey, Texhnolyze (the latest ABe/Ueda/Konaka project) and Kino's Travels (by the director of lain) are coming out in a couple of months. Can't wait.

Blast. Blast, blast, blast. The internet connection at work died intermittently yesterday, preventing me from posting to this journal.

So, here's my response to the writing challenge (the 500-word monologue); feel free to post your own response.

And without further ado...

To one side of the avatar's window appeared a dark green rectangle containing public-key encryption data. Thomas arched an eyebrow. This guy was either paranoid or part of something really big. Thomas enlarged the encryption window and touched the glowing "OK" button. It disappeared, as did the avatar's window. A fraction of a second later, the avatar's window re-appeared with a red border.

The avatar nodded in satisfaction. "I need you to access this system and find a particular file." As he spoke, another window appeared next to his, containing connection data for another VR system. Thomas squinted at the text.

"It doesn't even have a domain name?" he asked, incredulous. "Whoa. Is this a workplace? I don't root around in places that can put me in jail."

"But I reallly need you to find this file," the avatar whined. "You don't understand. This is important."

"I'm sure it is," Thomas replied. "Not interested. Bye."

He motioned with his right hand to close the connection as the avatar blurted, "Ten thousand!"

Thomas paused. "What?"

The avatar fidgeted. "I'll pay you ten thousand dollars."

Thomas was many things. He was addicted to the seductive immersion of VR. He tended to overeat. He was very smart. And he was very, very curious. These qualities combined to make him one of the best VR detectives in the business. And right now, this potential client held Thomas' curiosity.

Tue, 16 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Well, I'm back.

I had an amusing weekend. On Saturday morning I swapped my truck for my parents' SUV and drove about five and a half hours to Saalon's, where we spent the weekend hanging out. Lumix joined us to watch some anime (Interstella 5555 and Whisper of the Heart). I had a great time, as usual, just chatting with Saalon about everything from film to our current projects to the nature of the Gundam franchise.

We woke up Sunday morning to four inches of snow and a heavy snow fall blanketing the hills to the horizon. I e-mailed work, warning them that I may not be back on Monday. Saalon and I kept an eye on the weather reports, and I waited until the snow fall had tailed off, then headed home. By then it was 5:00 p.m. I was making good time, until I came to a halt on the highway, and spend an hour and a half creeping forward one foot at a time. Some major accident had completely closed the road.

The road cleared out and I pushed through, pulling to a stop in front of my apartment at 1:00 a.m. Ugh. I crashed into bed and didn't wake up until almost noon on Monday. I decided to stay home, finishing up the chores that I normally do on weekends. I did make it out to Monday Group, where four of us had a good time talking about the nature of power in relationships.

In other news, I'm maintaining my commitment to write 200 words a day. I've written 200 words a day every day for the past week, except for Sunday. I'm actually finding that 200 words a day isn't quite enough. It's an awkward amount of writing; only enough to fill maybe a third or a quarter of a scene. I'm now aiming for 250 words a day, increasing it until I'm writing a significant but not overwhelming amount every day.

Regarding the current writing challenge: I'll delay it a few more days, so I can return it to its schedule.

And I agree with Brennen that this is an excellent NY Times article about, roughly speaking, fundamentalist Christian separatism. It's an impressively balanced article.

Thu, 11 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:29 p.m.</p>

GAINAX shows are like snowglobes: pretty and diverting, but ultimately pointless.

The site on which I host my writing challenges is currently down until Brennen gets stun-software.com online. I've completed my 500-word monologue, though. Have you?

My art teacher came down with something nasty and so didn't come over for my drawing lesson last night. So I took care of a few things around the apartment — washing the pile of dishes, taking out the trash — before plopping down in front of the TV to watch a little anime.

I had made it a third of the way into the 90-minute Barefoot Gen, the chronicle of a boy living through the atomic bombing of Hiroshima. I managed to get through another thirty minutes of it last night before turning it off. It was horrible, though necessarily so. The horror is the whole point, really; the film's saying, "This is what happened. It was hell. Let's not forget it." It reminds me a bit of the 9/11 tributes which used footage of the actual attacks. Yes, it's painful. It's supposed to be, as a remembrance.

So, I switched off the movie after seeing as much as I could handle, and after pacing my apartment for awhile, popped in the disc for Interstella 5555: The 5tory of the 5ecret 5tar 5ystem (ahhh, I do love that title), the hour-long Daft Punk/Leiji Matsumoto music video. I was amazed. The movie certainly goes in directions I never would have expected, but ends with a refreshingly mature finale. Matsumoto's 65, after all, and he brings a certain gravitas to this action/adventure tale.

I then further unwound with an episode of Earth Defence Family, which is the epitome of everything that attracted me to anime in the first place. In the middle of silly, over-the-top action, the show will drop in a touching character moment. It's incredibly fun, and yet it's about things. I love it.

After that, I watched the first episode of Macross Zero, which is pretty much everything I'd hoped it would be. I'd say it's as good as the first episode of Macross Plus, which actually isn't saying all that much. I'm reserving my opinion until I've seen more of it. It certainly seems more serious than Macross Plus. And it doesn't have Sharon Apple, which is a shame.

In other news, John C. Dvorak has a cute rant about uniformly beige/cream/black technology. Why?!

Wed, 10 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 10, 2003

My depression is lifting. My thanks to those who offered their sympathy.

Just to change things around a little bit, here's the beginning of a bit of story. I'd like to post a bit more of it every Wednesday, like Saalon's Half-Tail stories.

Grothnir raised his blood-encrusted battleaxe above his mighty mane of golden hair and, with a roar, was about to bring it down on the grizzled head of the hapless guard before him when, suddenly, his beeper went off.

Grothnir paused just long enough for the guard to whip out his glistening sword and hold it with two shaking hands in front of him. Grothnir sighed. He didn't have time to finish this.

"You're lucky," he said to the quivering guard, and disappeared.

Thomas Aznable frowned into the dark grey void of inactive VR; he was clsoe to levelling up Grothnir to level 10, which was the practical minimum before anyone would really talk to you in the Lotharian Nights. Client B was anxious for progress in the Case of the Two Missing Swords, and he was the nervous type, always wanting a status report. Still. The beeper meant new business.

Thomas made a few hand gestures to pull up his main interface, then touched the pulsing red box as it appeared. A large, green-bordered window appeared before him, and within it, a male avatar. It was a stock Japanese model; a dark grey high school uniform hung perfectly on a late-teen body which was topped with an atttractive, bland face and a mop of short black hair. Thomas frowned again; he had little respect for people who couldn't even bother to customize their avatar.

"Hello," the avatar said in a high, whining man's voice. Sounded like a forty-year-old obese science fiction fan. Probably wanted the bra size on the latest Japanese pop idol. Though considering how young they were getting these days....

Thomas pushed that thought away; this was business. "Yes?" he replied, trying to be courteous despite his mild annoyance.

"I...uhhh...I understand you...find things," the avatar said, fidgeting slightly. This was why Thomas loved virphones; they provided such a rich library of body language. And you could have the body of a ten-foot demon, if you wanted to.

"Yes," he replied, keeping his voice cool and neutral, "on any non-restricted vir system. What do you want to find?"

The avatar fidgeted. "I need you to switch to a secure connection first."

Tue, 09 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 9, 2003

Not feeling particularly well. I've been rather depressed for the past couple of days, actually.

New anime didn't even do much to help, though it was a temporary psychological lift.

Yes, my Bootleg Anime Extravaganza package came yesterday, complete with Turn-A Gundam, Earth Defence Family, the first volume of Macross Zero, Barefoot Gen, and a few random things that looked interesting. I watched the first episode of Turn-A Gundam, which was excellent, and Earth Defence Family, which was also fabulous (and perhaps the most lavishly-animated anime I have ever seen).

I did talk to my boss yesterday, and he agreed to start getting me involved on other projects here at work. It'll be relief to be away from B-1's deathmarch.

Ugh. This sounds like I'm reciting in in a monotone. I'm not that bad, really; I'm just...not really present. It's like my mind is separated from my body, and I'm going through the motions of day-to-day living.

I'm sure it'll pass, given plenty of food and some exercise, which I plan to get tonight.

Sun, 07 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 7, 2003 — Pearl Harbor Day (USA)

Our server was hacked into last week, so we decided to wipe it clean and restore it from backup. 'Twas the only safe course. The various sites hosted on the server have been coming back online steadily for the past few days, thanks to Brennen's hard work.

The anime music download link is down, since we decided not to restore all my anime mp3s. I'll begin re-uploading them this week.

Friday night was an absolute blast. Old Man Winter was angry and poured half a foot of snow on us&rare for this area, so early in the season—and people reacted predictably, with complete panic. The church where I lead the Friday night card game was closed for the night.

I wasn't informed of this, however, so I carefully packed up equipment and snacks, hauled them over to the church, and parked before discovering that the church was locked.

Worse, I knew that some folks were already on their way, and there was no way I could reach them. So I made an executive decision: we'd all meet in the parking lot and then head over to my apartment. And we did, smoothly enough.

The actual tournament was a real party. Everyone had a great time (except for one little girl who took her loss very hard), and the adults remarked that we should do this every week. Heh. I think not.

Saturday was not as productive as I'd hoped, though that's hardly surprising considering that my new Saturdays-off routine is barely a week old. I did write most of my Christmas cards and plotted the immediate future direction of Seeing Things Invisible. And baked a batch of M&M cookies, and did laundry.

So, really, I did quite a lot. Just not what I wanted.

Tue, 02 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 2, 2003

Last night, instead of our normal Monday Group, a few of the regulars went out for sushi at a local restaurant. I had a great time, eating plain octopus and a delicious salad.

Y'know, just six months ago, I would've been terrified of this. Let's run down the list:

  • I was feeling a bit under the weather, thanks to some mild food poisoning.
  • I'd never been to the restaurant before.
  • I didn't have much time to get there. As it was, I barely had time to get home, sort through my mail, and change.
  • I'd have to hold up a real conversation with other adults.

But I've gotten over all that. Part of it's a realization that none of that really matters. I mean, so I don't have much time. So what? So maybe I'll get there a little late. Nobody will die.

We left early, by Monday Group standards: 9:35. I got home with an hour to spare before bedtime, and spent it reading more of E.E. "Doc" Smith's wonderful Lensman trilogy.

I've marvelled at how much of science fiction grew out of Smith's work, particularly Star Wars. Well, I had confirmation of that when I flipped a page and saw:

CHAPTER 8

THE QUARRY STRIKES BACK

Chills ran down my spine.

Now, I don't know if Lucas snagged that for the title of Star Wars: Episode V. But I wouldn't be surprised, given Lucas' professed love for such things.

Mon, 01 Dec 03 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 1, 2003

I woke up on Saturday morning with that wonderful feeling that comes from knowing that you have nothing planned for that day.

Of course, with me, I never have nothing planned. Saturday was my opportunity to write.

Up until a few months ago, I would've pushed myself to write all day, and been disappointed with myself if I hadn't. Now, I had enough inner grace to give myself plenty of leeway. I realized that this would be my first opportunity in years to have a full day to devote to writing, and that I shouldn't expect myself to leap into it with all the gusto of an over-sugared eight-year-old.

After waking, I went on a three-mile run around the neighborhood. The air was cold, and the wind rushing down the street knifed through my running suit, but it was invigorating, and I enjoyed it. Even the third mile was good, despite a mild stomach upset.

After a hot shower, I sat down at my desk, fired up Navi, and began work on my writing challenge for the week: an extended monologue. It ended up as a thousand-word monologue about the history of anime. I'm rather proud of it.

I tried my hand at some of my other writing projects—Seeing Things Invisible and the ghost story—but nothing came. I just wasn't ready to write them yet.

Ah well. Instead, I began my Christmas baking. By the end of the weekend, I'd baked a loaf of pumpkin bread, reverse chocolate chip cookies (white chocolate chips in chocolate dough), gingersnaps, and peanut blossoms (peanut butter cookies with a Hershey's kiss on top). They all turned out well, except for the gingersnaps which were way too dry.

I woke up on Sunday with an upset stomach, so I skipped church but entertained my parents with lunch. I wanted to show them Memories, but they had to get home, promising that we'd watch it another time.

Memories is possibly my favorite Jackie Chan film. It's set in the roaring 20's, complete with gangsters and tommy guns. It features some of the best fighting scenes I've ever seen Jackie perform. It's also the most lush of Jackie's films; it uses a lot of huge steadycam and crane shots. Sure, it's eye candy; but it's beautiful eye candy. And all too rare in kung fu films.

I ended the weekend watching a lot of anime:

  • The last twelve episodes of Dai-Guard, which is partly an anime spoof and partly just plain fabulous anime. As Dual! Parallel Trouble Adventure is a parody of Neon Genesis Evangelion and its ilk, Dai-Guard is a parody of the "team of youngsters pilot a giant robot" genre. And not only is it hilarious, it's a strong story with incredibly strong characters and a jaw-dropping finale.
  • Another episode of the original Mobile Suit Gundam. Most anime only tries to be this good.
  • Re-watched Animation Runner Kuromi, which is just as funny as it was the first time I saw it.
  • Re-watched a few episodes of Kodomo no Omocha, which is even funnier than it was the first time I saw it.
Thu, 29 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 29, 2004 Quiet Country Cafe

My cold is clearing out.

I spent much of my illness laying in bed and watching movies and anime. The list? But of course! I shall share my obsessions with total strangers.

  • Children of Dune, a surprisingly impressive rendition of the second and third Dune books. The actors were quite good (mostly; Susan Sarandon was unexpectedly mediocre).
  • Earth Defence Family, which I believe I've effused about on this journal enough. The ending lived up to the show's established brilliance.
  • Quiet Country Cafe. A beautiful, quiet show that has a lot of fans. It's the anime equivalent of a secretive woman — coy, fascinating, and a complete mystery.
  • Turn-A Gundam, which continues its political and character-driven musings. It emphasizes the human character development of the Gundam universe, rather than the typical mechs-and-explosions aspect seen in, say, G Gundam.
  • Last Exile, a fusion of early-20th-century German technology, American Revolutionary War-era battles, and an adventurous sci-fi anime story, seasoned with deep characters. Tech TV will be airing this show in a 6.5-hour marathon of the first thirteen episodes on March 14th.
  • Witch Hunter Robin, which is just plain serious adult anime. It's essentially The X-Files (at that shows' best); it just happens to be animated. The characters manage to not be annoying.

I also re-watched a few MST3K films, as I usually do when I want to be comforted, and re-re-re-re-watched that wonderful anime adventure film The Cat Returns.

On a side note, I see that CD Japan has started a new column called The Collector's Den, where an American recommends cool products available on the site. A good opportunity for English-speakers to taste the delicate stew of Japanese pop culture. At the moment, there are only a few columns, and they concern themselves with some basics — Studio Ghibli releases, Toho releases (Godzilla et al), etc. — but even those offer some delights, such as the recently re-mastered soundtrack for The Castle of Cagliostro.

Also in other news, Yo Saalon! Gundam Seed will air in America on Cartoon Network April 17th, or so says this report.

Tue, 27 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 27, 2004

Ick. I caught a nasty cold on Sunday, and I'm still suffering from it. Sun, 25 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 25, 2004

Oh, now this is interesting. I'm updating this page through my Treo 600 PDA/phone. It's awkward and slow, but then wasn't the web in the early days?

I'm finding the primary inefficiency in this to be the difficulty in typing the < and > characters that HTML requires. But even that is getting easier with time. WikiTextFormatting would actually be very useful here.

In other news, I'm sick with a cold. I probably caught it at the boys' sleepover Friday night (which went surprisingly smoothly).

Fri, 23 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 23, 2004

Blast it! Been extremely busy for the past few days, and unable to spare time for this journal. And just when I have a new theory about the future of computing hardware. :grumble:

Things are going pretty well, all things considered. I have a lot planned for the next few days.

Wed, 21 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 21, 2004

I took yesterday off so that I could relax a bit. It definitely helped; I met and talked with my parents for a couple of hours, and I did some errands. I bought a ridiculously expensive chess set, too; partly as a comfort, I think. And the store was going out of business, so it was less ridiculously expensive than it otherwise would have been.

Which reminds me: I've replaced my dying Handspring Visor and my old celphone with a new Handspring Treo 600. Yes, it was expensive, but it does everything I want it to do, and it consolidates my Palm device with my celphone in a nice package.

I'm happy with it.

VR story will be posted later today, when I get a chance to type it up.

Thomas pulled up a menu and pointed at the item on the bottom. It was a shortcut he'd made earlier, to a special program he'd bought from a spiky-haired seventeen-year-old, then extensively modified. He cycled through its potential avatars and found a plain cube, which he immediately chose, then placed the object into the middle of the room.

He pulled three cameras away from their positions and pointed them out the door, looking down the hallway. Empty. He couldn't be too careful about this. He took a breath, then touched the cube.

Flickering beams of light shot out from the cube in all directions, some existing for only a fraction of a second. A few turned bright green and stayed, locked on their targets. Thomas waited. More beams flickered out, some locking on. Thomas began to get antsy, even though it had only been a few seconds. He now counted seven green beams. Eight. A few seconds later, a ninth and a tenth locked on, then they all disappeared and the cube itself glowed green. Thomas waited for another moment.

Then he cursed himself. He hadn't checked a single security access point since he got here. He pulled up a blue window, touched it to acivate it, and began typing on the virtual keyboard that immediately appeared below it. A few moments later, he retrieved basic status from the security system. No alarms were active, at least. He pulled up a menu and pulled out of it a small, multi-tentacled, blue Cthulu head, and pulled one of the tentacles onto the window. This was a common VR tool; as soon as it touched the status commands on the window, it copied that behavior, scanning continuously.

An alarm blared, pulsing the Star Trek "red alert" sound into Thomas' ears. He swore. Someone was querying him. THe sysadmin was clearly on duty, and must have noticed Thomas' entry into the security access point. Thomas immediately grabbed Cthulu and waved at it, canceling its behavior. It disappeared.

A window appeared nearby, asking him how to respond to the query and counting down eight seconds before sending an automatic response. He thought furiously for a moment, then paused the countdown and composed a quick, plain-vanilla response, then sent it. The alarm stopped.

Thomas began to dance.

Fri, 16 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 16, 2004 [Astro Boy]

I'm in a good mood today.

I can't help being in a good mood today.

Two days ago, a few bootleg anime DVDs arrived. "Oh, fine," you say, "You watched and enjoyed some new anime." No, this goes far beyond that.

One of those DVDs contained the first four episodes of the new remake of Astro Boy. Oh, how I wish there were more on that disc.

I watched two episodes Wednesday night, and another two last night. And...oh, the joy I felt. Oh how wonderful this series is.

First and foremost, it is Astro Boy. It is a consistent execution of Osamu Tezuka's vision. It is bright and cheerful and deep and complicated and spiritual. It explores issues of purpose and prejudice.

The animation is also stunning. Absolutely stunning. Each episode cost a quarter of a million dollars. To put that into perspective: most anime series are made for far less than a million dollars.

The theme song is running through my head right now. I am happy. I have seen a thing that is real anime.

Thu, 15 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 15, 2004

I am thrilled we're making plans to return to the moon.

Why? Lots of subtle reasons. Space is far more than the "Earth's backyard" that a lot of people seem to think it is. It's not just another place to explore.

As Solomon Short wrote, "Space is not the final frontier. The final frontier is the human soul. Space is merely the place where we are most likely to meet the challenge."

As James Lileks wrote, "Not because it is easy, but because it is hard and expensive and boring and lethal and just might – might – give people something to watch that's more important than Paris Hilton pitching a fit because she chipped a nail."

In other news, I was endlessly tickled when I flipped open my copy of The Wall Street Journal this morning to see Astro Boy on the front page, at the bottom, with a reference to page B1. And on page B1 was a huge, full-color action shot of Astro Boy zooming through the air, accompanied by a solid article about the anime industry.

How nice of them.

Wed, 14 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 14, 2004

I've been working on the VR story over the past few days, partly because I'm rather unhappy with what I've posted here so far.

It's moving along very slowly, and I find it somewhat boring. The mundane details of conversations take up too much space in this sort of format. I need more action.

So, I followed some writing advice (I think it was from Orson Scott Card): When all else fails, have two thugs with guns burst through the door.

So. Literally, two thugs with guns burst through the door.

And it worked. The story is rushing forward now. It's stumbling a bit at this unaccustomed pace, but it's definitely moving forward fast.

Funny how simple advice like that can work so well.

Also, ironically, we're a long way from that point. We have another four or five entries to go before the two thugs with guns burst through the door.

In the meantime, what I post here will be good build-up to the background of exactly why the two thugs burst through the door, which I don't know myself yet for sure.

Thomas stopped. Ah. There was Client D's office, barely a minutes' journey away at his current speed. Thomas decided to increase his pace somewhat; his nerves were already humming, and he wanted to finish this job sooner rather than later.

He made it to his client's office without bumping into anyone or anything. This was expected, as Client D had said that everyone would be out of the office at a party by this time. However, the silent, drab emptiness only served to increase Thomas' nervousness. He'd spend some time in khakis and a tie; this place was not altogether alien to him. It was one of the reasons why Thomas was now a VR detective, to escape places like this.

The office itself was bare, also as expected. The VR world has no need of workspaces in the physical sense. Your VR office is simply a convenient representation of a conduit between you and data. While in your office, you could summon any sort of data and it would appear there, hanging anywhere within the confines of the office walls. Of course, the higher up you were in the organization, the larger youf office, because of the larger amounts of data you have to access. An executive's office might be littered with hundreds of windows and deeps1, providing a dizzying cacophony of status and progress in a dozen different ways.

And so, in the digital world as well as the real one, your status is determined by the size of your office.

1 Deep — short for "datapoint," normally represented by a small cube in VR space. A deep can be manipulated to express data in a variety of three-dimensional (and other) forms not easily expressed in a flat window.

Tue, 13 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 13, 2004

If you ask people about software development, they'll tell you that software development is like gardening, baseball, writing a novel, a jigsaw puzzle, the stock market, a rock-climbing team, war, blacksmithing, a game of Kerplunk, farming, baking a cake, art, digging a hole, archery, or the oil in your car.

Actually, it's none of these things. Software development occurs entirely in the design/development phase. You aren't actually making the product until you burn the CDs. Coding is a process of creating, testing, and refining a design. The source code is the design for the product that you will create.

It took me quite awhile to realize this.

Mon, 12 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:00 p.m.</p>

Well. I've fixed the CSS for this journal. It's not quite as pretty as I'd like it to be, but it renders properly in IE for Windows now (at least, my copy). Which, let's face it, has most of the market share.

2:44 p.m.

The internet is a World of Ends. You can apply it to your blog with interesting effects, I think. I'm still absorbing this.

Stephen writes, in part: "Expose continues to be the best thing to happen to GUIs since the WIMP (Windows, Icon, Mouse, Pointer) mangement concept."

Well...no. I've been using Expose for awhile, and it's a nifty way of navigating from one window to another. But it's essentially another utility for navigating windows, joining the group that includes the dock/taskbar/etc. and Alt-Tab window switching. And I find it a lot quicker to Alt-Tab between applications than to use a key/mouse combination to choose windows.

Don't get me wrong; Expose is an impressive innovation, so impressive it was immediately cloned for Windows (with no mention of its Apple inspiration). But I don't think it's that big of a deal.

In other news, I'm feeling better. My sleep patterns are returning to normal.

I had a rather stressful Sunday. I'm taking over the 5th and 6th grade boys' class at my local AWANA club, as the previous leader of that group was transferred to Hawaii. That was a bit worrying, as I've never had that much responsibility, and there's a lot to keep track of — records, notifying the kids of upcoming events, and keeping order. The night went reasonably well; the kids were a bit loud and raucous, but no worse than they are on many nights. It's early days yet.

But I came home to a truly amazing comfort meal: hearty macaroni and cheese, good thick white bread with a thick layer of sweet butter, a tall cold glass of milk, and chocolate chip cookies; all homemade.

Sometimes, all that homemaking really pays off.

Thu, 08 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 8, 2004

My sleep patterns have deteriorated. I suspect I know why, but the details are too private to post in an online journal such as this. Suffice to say that it's rather depressing.

I feel like the protagonist of Fight Club. I need a Fight Club right now, something to do. I do have Redemption on Friday nights, which is surprisingly like Fight Club, in a way; a close-knit group of friends who engage in mock combat for no real reason other than to prove that we can fight. And win.

In other news, oh how I want the new iLife.

Wed, 07 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 7, 2004

I couldn't go to sleep until quite late last night, but at least I didn't sleep a huge amount. My sleep patterns seem to be returning to normal. The new Aerobed may indeed be helping.

More on the VR story:

Thomas appeared in a rat's maze of grey cubicles and beige walls. Fortunately, this was an off-the-shelf low-res world; everybody and everything was an abstract shape, designed by a committee sipping bad coffee at some monolithic IT company.

This was fortunate because it meant that nobody was pariticularly distinctive. In a VR world with full-body avatars, everybody gravitated towards certain social norms. It was basic human nature, and it was different from world to world. Even corporate worlds were like that; a suit-and-tie outfit might attract attention. And the last thing Thomas Aznable ever wanted was attention.

As soon as the world resolved around him, he put out eight invisible cameras, all ringing him at a distance of one meter and facing outwards. He couldn't really juggle that many; four was his practical maximum. But he needed as much advance warning of...anything as possible.

He began to drift forward, simultaneously pushing his forward camera away from him by another meter. Meanwhile, he was furiously arrangin ghis camera windows into a four-by-two grid at the bottom of his display. Once they were in place -- more or less -- he began glancing all around him, giving himself no more than one second on any view.

He recognized the world; it was by Halversson Inc., and common in large companies with lots of money to burn on overpriced software. He began to make fumbling motions with his hands, trying to remember half-forgotten commands. He managed to pull up a map of the place just as he reached the end of the hallway and turned right. He continued moving forward, at a leisurely but not overly slacking pace, as his eyes raced around the map, zooming it and re-centering it furiously.

Tue, 06 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 6, 2004

I seem to have solved my sleep problems last night, at least for the night. I went to bed a little late, after taking some sleeping pills, and put my wheezing Aerobed on top of the cushions, so I'd at least have a comfortable bed for the first hour or so. I also practiced a few Tai Chi forms before going to bed and prayed a bit, which I think calmed me down.

I'll try that again tonight and see if I can replicate last night's success.

I felt like a spoiled child when I thought of going to Monday Group yesterday; I didn't wanna. No reason. But I went anyway, and ended up bringing much of the food. We had a good time, just catching up with each others' lives of the past month. They're good people, and I'm reminded of the importance of good friends.

I'm doing a pretty good job of writing every weekday and Saturday. My goal is to write 200 words every weekday, plus 1,000 words every Saturday. I'm writing the 200 words consistently, but I've needed time to adjust to writing 1,000 words on Saturday. Which is fine. I'm not going to beat myself up because I didn't immediately leap into professional-level writing.

Mon, 05 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 5, 2004

Couldn't go to sleep until 2 a.m. last night. Slept through both my alarms. Woke up at noon. No idea why.

This has been going on for awhile, and I brainstormed it with my parents yesterday. We thought it might be my bed—my normal Aerobed got a slow week and I've been sleeping on couch cushions for the past week. But I slept on the (slowly deflating) bed last night, and it didn't seem to help at all.

I plan to try some Sominex tonight.

Worse, this makes me feel...off. Like I've either gotten too much sleep or not enough. Everything feels a little dull and grey.

On the other hand, it's a rainy day, so everything is a little dull and grey.

Anyvay. Been powering through Turn-A Gundam (I watched episode 10 last night), which is intriguing, fast-paced, and intricate; and Earth Defense Family, which may become one of my favorite anime series of all time. It's got great comedy, and great drama, and great action. All at the same time.

I baked my first loaf of bread last night; a plain loaf of white bread. It turned out surprisingly well. The crust is firm but not too crisp, and the inside is nice and thick and doughy. And it was pretty easy, too. I'm looking forward to getting used to making it; I think that, once I'm familiar with the rhythms of the dough rising, I'll be able to make bread pretty often.

Fri, 02 Jan 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 2, 2004

Ugh. I simply cannot wake up at a decent hour anymore. It started on Monday; I slept through my alarm and awoke at noon. Of course, my body wouldn't go to sleep at the regular time, so I ended up tossing and turning until 2 a.m. Lather, rinse, repeat. This morning, I slept through two alarms, despite going to bed at a reasonable hour the night before. I'm hoping that this is the end of it.

I stayed home on New Year's Eve. This usually elicits an "Awww" from those to whom I tell it, but I frankly don't care about New Year's. It seems like an empty reason to celebrate. "Yay, the world hasn't ended!"

This week's writing challenge: Choose an occupation of any kind (programmer, mother, hobo, etc.). Integrate five stereotypical elements of that occupation into a character description. Then integrate five highly non-stereotypical elements of that occupation into the same character description. Purpose: Improve your ability to create a non-stereotypical character. Discover ways to "de-stereotype" a character.

And I'll leave you with a writerly quote:

"Those who scorn the "publish or perish" principle are the most eager to see their own manuscripts published quickly and given wide publicity — and the least willing to see their length reduced. Reviewers who are best placed to understand an author's work are the least likely to draw attention to its achievements, but are prolific sources of minor criticism, especially the identification of typos."
— John Maddox, editor of the journal Nature Sat, 28 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 28, 2004

Sorry for the lack of updates recently; work's been amazingly busy lately.

Life news: I've made an appointment for laser surgery on my eyes this Friday.

Fri, 27 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 27, 2004

Am I the only one who thinks that this Wed, 25 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 25, 2004

I suspect/think the average bizguy has a lot more in common with the average hacker than we might think. Both enjoy figuring out and playing with rules systems. The problem is the direction we take it in.

Hackers like to figure out rules systems and play with them, andmanipulate them to achieve elegant solutions. For hackers, the groove is in elegance. It becomes part of our nature (sometimes to a fault), like water to a fish. The more systematic and elegant the rules system, the more easily we comprehend it and manipulate it. But we get obsessed with it, to some degree of "when all you have is a hammer, everything looks like a nail." The classic story is the hacker preferring the elegant solution tomorrow over the keeps-the-company-in-business solution today.

Bizguys like to figure out rules systems and work them to advantage. For bizguys, the groove is in winning. This, too, becomes part of their nature (sometimes to a fault), like water to a fish. Systematic and elegant is not necessarily beneficial; it makes the rules easier to understand and figure out, and it leaves fewer points of leverage for them to exploit. Plus, systematic and elegant is not often (or maybe often not) relevant; the world is a messy place, and the underlying elegance and symmetry are hard to see, hard to apply directly to problem solving.

— Steven J. Owens, on the XP mailing list

And now, we return to the VR story, already in progress.

"You Thomas Aznable?" asked the man on the left in a low, slurred voice.

Thomas gulped. He was pushing his brain to think of a response, and it kept replying, "Pistols! Pistols!"

The man on the right grunted. Thomas' lack of an immediate denial was all the answer they needed. "Nothing personal," said the man on the right.

A black-clad figure flashed like a ferret into the room and punched both men as they were turning towards the intruder. They both stiffened, grimaced, then fell like oak trees to the ground.

The intruder held a tazer in each hand, which she quickly slipped into what looked like holsters underneath her black vest. She was dressed like Trinity's punk younger sister — sleek black pants and a black pullover shirt hugged her body, plus a black leather vest that hung loosely from her rather thin frame. From black roots sprung short purple hair. She looked at Thomas and grinned a crazy grin.

His brain was just now managing to get off the subject of pistols, but unfortunately was mostly distracted by this girl's body. She was probably sixteen or so, and Thomas couldn't help noticing that she had an amazing figure, which her outfit only accentuated. He wasn't undressing her with his eyes, exactly, but it was a bit like glancing at a t-shirt that has something undeniably rude on the front; you can't help staring at it for a moment to verify what you saw.

She leaned forward and grabbed Thomas by the arm. "C'mon," she said. "We can't stay here."

Tue, 24 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 24, 2004

I've been thinking a lot lately about how great art is made.

When I was young, I thought great art was made by Artists (not artists; Artists). Artists spent their days wandering around in verdant woodlands or flower-filled meadows, possibly while pressing their nose into a leatherbound volume of Sartre. They might possibly talk to passing animals. Then, suddenly, Inspiration would strike, and they would hurry home to pull out a quill pen or a curvy palette with a hole in the middle, and would write or paint or compose or whatever. And they'd create the whole work in one go, or at least large segments in one go. And, if they ever had to revise, they merely moved a word here or shifted a note there.

But the more I read about the circumstances in which great art was made, the more I found writers who were churning out a thousand words a day, or painters who didn't really like their great art but hey people like it and I'm not going to argue about the money, or composers who wrote song after song after song after song. I realized that great art comes from everyday art, that the great works are just part of the process of consistently and diligently creating more and more work.

After I accepted that fact, I turned my attention to the attitudes of the artists. What separates the great artists from the artists who create one brilliant work and then fade back to banality?

The answer to that question came yesterday as my small group discussed Dietrich Bonhoeffer's Life Together. I realized that great artists do not worry about what their work will do for them. I do not mean that they are detached from their work — far from it — I mean that these artists have successfully thrown off the fetters chaining them to their work. They do not seek prestige with their work. They simply place their work in front of the public, and walk away.

I also do not mean that these artists do not want their works to succeed. Far from it; many great works of art have been created out of dire financial need — Tolkien wrote The Lord of the Rings partly to capitalize on the financial success of The Hobbit — but the great artists don't seem to worry about any personal fame that their art might bring them. They are content simply to create.

Mon, 23 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 23, 2004

Warning: Today's entry is a boring retread of my weekend.

Shadrone writes that he doesn't eat as well as he'd like, since he's so busy. I was reading recently of an overweight programmer determined to lose weight, and his solution was to cook up a lot of stir-fry every Sunday, then dump it all into individual containers and take two to work every day. Makes a lot of sense. I'm think of doing this myself, since I'm getting tired of PB&J's pretzels for lunch every weekday.

In other news, my weekend increased exponentially, so to speak. Saturday was quiet, in fact, quiet enough that I managed to read the entirety of Terry Prachett's Moving Pictures. But then I hosted a Big American Party starting at 7:00 p.m. A tiny party, it turns out; only one person made it (Shadrone, as it happens). We had a good time, though, playing Tokyo and watching Macross Plus and Gasaraki.

I woke up late on Sunday, as usual, dropped by my parents' house for a few hours, then went to my writing group. That's a blessing, really. I was completedly blocked on two of my four writing projects, and they gave me solid new directions for both of them.

Then, AWANA, which is getting more and more fun as I get more used to my new duties. We played trivia games and I showed them a bit more of Princess Mononoke (by popular request!) at the end.

I finished up the night with another friend, who came over for a few hours. He whipped me in a game of chess, then blew me away in a game of Tokyo. It was good, though; we got to talk about our plans and lives. Good times.

Thu, 19 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 19, 2004

Okay, everyone, gather around! It's story time.

The simulator where I work has to recognize NavAids, which (from what I understand) are basically transmitters tucked into the ground at various points around the globe. When flying, the plane monitors the distance to each of these NavAids, and because it knows the actual location of those NavAids, it can triangulate with them to find out where the plane actually is.

Except that sometimes the NavAids don't show up when the simulator is running. Thus, our intrepid programmer Chris was brought in.

Chris found that our simulator has a list of NavAids. When the simulator starts up, it reads the NavAids list from a file into memory, then as it flies, it uses that list to find the NavAids around it. Or, it's supposed to; clearly, that wasn't happening quite right.

Chris looked at the file which contained the NavAids, and discovered that they were not sorted. Or, at least, it seemed that way. After a bit of digging, he found out that the file's structure had never been documented, so some poor soul had had to figure out how to generate those files essentially blind. And that soul had never figured out what order the NavAids were supposed to be in. Dead end.

So Chris looked at the code which searches the NavAids list for a NavAid. To find the NavAid, it takes the NavAid's frequency (f) and the number of NavAids in the list (n) and performs the following calculation to get the NavAid's number:

(f - n * (f/n) ) * 3

Don't run screaming into the night; I don't like algebra either, but this is very straightforward.

Okay. Let's look at the middle of this calculation, which is the part calculated first:

n * (f/n)

Any number is the same as that number divided by one, so the above equation is the same as...

(n/1) * (f/n)

...which is the same as...

(n * f) / n

n divided by n is 1, so we can safely eliminate it, to get...

f

Now, let's plug that back into the full formula:

(f - f) * 3

Any number minus itself equals? Zero! 5-5=0, 27-27=0, etc. So, this complicated formula always evaluates to 0. Well, 0 times 3. Which is always zero.

But wait. It gets better.

Chris figured that maybe this was all a mistake in coding the formula. This C code was originally written in FORTRAN, so he looked at the original FORTRAN code and found the exact same formula. Weeeeird.

After banging his head against this problem for awhile, Chris started talking about it to some co-workers, one of whom, John, had been working with FORTRAN for years. John looked at the code and almost immediately said, "I know why it's doing that."

It turns out that FORTRAN's implementation of division has a unique property: when performed in a particular way, you get the remainder of the division, not the quotient. This formula was set up in that particular way.

Suddenly, everything came together in Chris' mind. The original FORTRAN programmers had stored the NavAids in the list using the remainder of the division of the NavAid's frequency by the number of items in the list. Then they'd used this hack to calculate that number and retrieve the appropriate NavAid from the list. Without explaining this anywhere.

When the code was migrated from FORTRAN to C, the formula was copied over exactly. And it compiled and worked perfectly. But the C compiler happily calculated the actual quotient, not the remainder. The hack no longer worked, so the formula always equalled zero.

Meanwhile, because the file was now being generated by a program that didn't know how to order the NavAids, they weren't being put into the list in the order that the formula expected them to be.

So finally Chris understood the problem, and went back to fix the code.

The moral of this story? Ask for help. Your co-workers can often save you days' or weeks' worth of pain and suffering.

And never use hacks.

Wed, 18 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:58 p.m.</p>

So. AWANA.

Describing AWANA is kind of like describing the stock market. What approach do you take? Brokers? The trading floor? Shareholders?

Conceptually, AWANA is a church-oriented club where boys and girls can come, play games, and learn about the Bible.

Organizationally, AWANA is a weekly hour-and-a-half club meeting that's divided into three main periods: Game Time, Handbook Time, and Council Time. The kids play physical games during Game Time, they study Bible verses and moral issues during Handbook Time, and they listen to a mini-sermon and receive awards during Council Time.

This can all be very heavy-handed, if done wrong, of course. The goal is to provide a structure that doesn't restrict the kids. It's meant to be organized, but not oppressive.

(Heh. "Whereas OUR boys-and-girls club is meant to be oppressive!")

Anyvay. The club is subdivided into smaller clubs by age and sex. So, for example, I'm now in charge of the 5th- and 6th-grade boys mini-club, which is called the Pioneers. Which is apt, considering my personal theme song is I Am A Pioneer. Anyvay, I'm in charge of them during Handbook Time and Council Time.

Handbook Time is fine, because there are me and three other adults to which the kids can recite verses and try to annoy (both of which they do equally well). I have to keep the records straight, but that's just a matter of getting used to it. It's Council Time that's the real problem, as I have to come up with something to talk to the kids about.

I try to avoid Big Sermons, because A) they don't work, and B) I don't like them. I fall asleep while giving them; imagine how an eleven-year-old would react.

Instead, I've been playing snippets of anime or reading a Bible passage and asking the kids moral questions. It's worked well; the kids really get into it, and so do the adults. It's a good thing.

And now, more of the VR story.

Thomas' brows furrowed. His toolset was professional enough to keep out spam, so this was a real message. He pointed at the window and circled his arms in several broad swaths. His system was good enough to interpret large body movements, but nothing so fine-grained as finger gestures.

The system resolved the address of the unknown sender. It was Client D. He immediately punched at it twice with his right fist, and it popped open. Text only.

hi! how's it going?

Thomas narrowed his eyes. How annoying. Of all the people he felt like talking to right now, this was the last one.

As he stared at the IM, his lips curled in a frown, and a small flicker of anger flared somewhere deep within him. The more he stared at those four words, the more the anger grew, spreading wider and wider and hotter and hotter, until he shook his head and flipped a gesture at the computer. A circular keyboard glowed to life on top of the cylinder.

As he reached down to touch the keys, he heard people scuffling rapidly down the hall. As he turned, the door to his apartment slammed open and two very large Asian men wedged their way into the apartment. Each held a large pistol aimed at Thomas.

He turned to face them.

"Ahhhh," he said.

It was all he could think of to say. He knew he was supposed to make a witty remark at this point — "I knew I should have invested in a better lock," or "Make yourself at home." But the words refused to come. His brain had become exceedingly distracted by the pistols and refused to comment beyond that point.

I normally type up my entry during lunch, but today I have to pick up my parents at the airport at that time. So, an entry will be coming later today, including the next bit of the VR story. Tue, 17 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:47 p.m.</p>

Oooh! Now you too can own actual video footage of an alien encounter! Really! It's on eBay, so it must be true! And the video only costs $1.3M. For the first bid, y'know.

Here's the auction. Including a puff of smoke that's actually a "preSumer Naggas." There's a role-playing scenario in here somewhere, I just know it....

[SUMO Mobile Suit]

Okay. I'm feeling better today, thanks to the support of my Monday Group last night.

Katsucon was indeed fun. I bought a bunch of DVD's cheaply at the Dealer's Room, as well as models of the Turn-A Gundam and SUMO Mobile Suit from Turn-A Gundam. Until recently, I never saw any appeal in models, but after trying out a 1/144 scale Wing Gundam model and discovering the amazingly high level of detail and articulation in these models — and how easy they were to assemble to a former Lego Maniac like myself — I've begun appreciating the attraction.

I watched the first two episodes of Tenchi Muyo! GXP, which I enjoyed. The series has a wonderfully absurd sense of humor as it follows Seina, a young man with literally the worst luck ever. The show manages to keep this funny without turning it into a painful cliche.

And AWANA is going well. I'm becoming more familiar...hmmm. As I write this, I realize that my comments will make little sense without an explanation of the organization of the AWANA club. Perhaps I'll write that another time. Suffice to say that I am easing into my duties, and finding ways to accomplish them well.

Mon, 16 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 16, 2004

Tog has a great new article titled "Top 10 Reasons To Not Shop Online," which highlights all the ways that internet buying can be inferior to brick-and-mortar retailing.

That's it from me today, alas. I had a relatively good time at Katsucon, though I'm still dealing with a pretty strong case of loneliness blues. I just can't bring myself to write today.

Fri, 13 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 13, 2004

Steven points out that he prefers iTunes to Magnatune. I understand why; iTunes is a great solution, too. I just can't get used to buying music through an application. I prefer buying music off of a website. It seems less restrictive, somehow.

I'm...well, yesterday I was having a really bad time. A number of bad things have converged to suck the happines out of my life. I wasn't horribly depressed; just low. But for some reason, I got into work this morning and started organizing a few things, and now I feel fine.

I think part of it comes from my working a bit on the Syllable User's Bible, which needs a good reorganization. Though working on Cronan last night didn't help. Don't know.

Enough of this. If you like electronica/techno music, you might enjoy Cargo Cult; I'm currently listening to its album "Alchemy," which I bought yesterday for USD $10. You can listen to the entire thing online (hi-fi or lo-fi).

In other news, I've been using Mozilla Firefox at work, and I'm extremely impressed. The only feature missing is the ability to rearrange tabs. I also installed the mouse gesture module, and I must admit it's a killer feature. Very very cool. You right-click, move the mouse, and release the right mouse button. And voila — forward a page, back a page, reload document, close tab...it's all there.

Thu, 12 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 12, 2004 [Magnatune]

Magnatune is a new record label with a simple catchphrase: "We are not evil."

Here's why the label was founded; essentially, it's an attempt to create a sane, good record label for the New Musical World. Half of all music revenue goes to the artist. You can buy and download the music directly off the site (in MP3, OGG, WAV, FLAC, or MP3-VBR), and you choose how much you want to pay for each album ($5 minimum; $8 recommended).

(One nice freebie with this system is that it solves a problem seen on sites like CD Baby — physical inventory and CDs that go out of print. With Magnatune, artists and distributors don't need to keep physical product, and there's no need to "retire" an album because it's not getting enough sales.)

I find it interesting that the tide of public opinion has turned so completely against the maisntream recording industry that the main record labels are literally considered evil. I recognize that that term's at least slightly ironic, but still. Wow. The record labels are mishandling things that badly.

They are. Really. The first thing I do with new CDs is to rip them to MP3s. My music collection is now digital; the CDs are just backups. And yet the recording industry seems to be fighting tooth and nail to minimize the use of digital music files.

It's too late. I don't know if Magnatunes will live long enough or sell enough music to prove that there's a new solution, but I hope it does. There has to be some solution.

Wed, 11 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:31 p.m.</p>

New poll. Do you read the VR story?

[Jungle Emperor Leo screenshot]

I watched Jungle Emperor Leo last night, which is a brilliant film with a tortured history.

After kicking off the anime genre with Astro Boy, Osamu Tezuka created the first color anime series, Jungle Emperor (known as Kimba the White Lion in America). In 1966, they even retold several major events of the series in a feature film, Jungle Emperor Leo.

A few years after Tezuka's death, Disney released The Lion King, which is suspiciously similar to Jungle Emperor (even the titles). I say Disney lifted the characters almost whole, and about half the plot.

A few years after The Lion King was released, Tezuka Productions released a big-budget remake of Jungle Emperor, which clearly reflects certain aspects of The Lion King while telling a different part of the Jungle Emperor story. For example, the opening sequence — while apparently remaining true to the manga — is visually reminiscent of the "Circle of Life" sequence from The Lion King. In a later sequence, when a human doctor is innoculating a number of animals, the last two that he innoculates are a meerkat and a warthog (hinting at Timon and Pumbaa).

I feel like the Tezuka team decided to respond to The Lion King with animation rather than litigation. They could've sued Disney, and probably would have won. Instead, they competed on an animation level. And, frankly, Jungle Emperor Leo gives The Lion King a run for its money in terms of visual beauty and powerful storytelling.

Thomas closed his eyes and popped off his visor, then kept his eyes closed as he stripped off the rest of his VR gear. He opened his eyes slowly, to adjust to the harsh flourescent light of his room.

He sighed and tossed his two hundred-pound frame onto the frayed sheets of the metal bed that was shoved up against one wall of this fifteen-by-fifteen foot room. Three of the four walls were papered with posters for various singing idols—some of them real, some CG—in various stages of dress. He liked the CG idols for their sheer kitsch. The fourth wall was plain white. Stacks of magazines and papers created a miniature cityscape on the floor, with one wide boulevard leading from the front door to the bathroom, and a large space cleared in the corner where his VR gear was now laying. He sighed again, deeper and with more force this time, and stared up at the square of flourescent light beaming down from slightly off the center of the ceiling.

This was bad. It was so bad, it had never happened to him before. Then again, he had always been careful before. Nothing illegal. Well, nothing against which there was a specific law. He may've taken a few liberties with his access to peek around a few times, but never anything like this. Never anything that might put him in jail.

He swore to himself that this was definitely not worth ten thousand dollars.

A blue light began to pulse insistently on the two-foot cylindrical compuer that was standing at attention near the middle of the room. He frowned at it for a moment, as if blaming it for his recent troubles, then heaved himself out of bed and brushed a hand over the top of the cylinder. Infinitesimal beams of light glittered onto the white wall, creating a small window near the bottom, which read:

Pending Instant Message from (Unknown)
Tue, 10 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, February 10, 2004

The difference between a bad blog and a good blog lies in commitment and purpose.

Some bloggers blog daily, and it seems to be natural for them to do so (see Lileks' Bleat). Some blog at least a few times a week. But most bloggers are wildly inconsistent. Why?

I think it's partly a matter of commitment. Most people aren't committed to their blogs. That's fine; bloggers don't have to be committed to their blogs. Chastising bloggers for a lack of commitment is like chastising kids because they don't play board games every day.

But then there are the folks who insist that they want to blog more often, but don't. Why don't they?

I think that's partly a matter of purpose. Some folks have blogs mainly because everyone blogs and they think it'd be cool if they blogged. Which is fine, but if that's the only reason you blog, what sort of content can you generate consistently?

Once I determined that I would use this journal as a daily writing exercise, I became much more consistent. But without a vision the people perish, to quote Hawaii's state motto.

That's why I think that the difference between a bad blog and a good blog lies in commitment and purpose.

Mon, 09 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 9, 2004

What separates good entertainment from great entertainment?

[Kuromi]

I pondered this as, this weekend, I watched Animation Runner Kuromi 2, which is a comedic anime about the production of anime. It's by the brilliant director Akitaroh Daichi, who also created the fan-favorite spastic comedy Kodomo no Omocha and the powerful SF drama Now and Then, Here and There.

In ARK2, Kuromi is doing her best to juggle three production schedules, when the president of the studio hires an actual producer to take the pressure off Kuromi. But the producer is more interested in efficiency than creating great anime, and his actions culminate in a downgraded level of quality in the series.

The tension between artistic integrity and production schedules forms a common thread in the ARK films. In anime, you can either accept low quality and go home at a reasonable hour, or go for high quality but work nights and weekends to get it done in time. The ARK films prize the latter choice; you do what you need to do so you can create good entertainment.

So Kuromi eventually rebels against the producer and goes searching for the studio's director, who's taken a vacation. At one point during her search, Kuromi pauses, looks out over the city, and murmurs to herself, "I will create Japanese anime."

That moment surprised me with its power. I felt Kuromi's determination, and the underlying meaning of her words: anime has meaning. It's important. It's not just ink on paper; it's a work of art (at its best).

How did Daichi imbue that moment with such power? Setup, probably. He'd established all these pieces beforehand. But I'm not sure; I can't see the entire puzzle. I need to ponder this more.

Sat, 07 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 7, 2004

Quick update: the Rintaro lecture was great, and a little surreal; one of anime's greats talked about anime and Japanese art for 2 hours, right there in front of me. Wow. Fri, 06 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 6, 2004 [Mike Nelson]

Well. After feeling rather down yesterday at work, I got home and had the best evening I'd had in weeks — cleaned dishes, did a load of laundry, wrote 300 words, added a feature to Cronan, and watched more of my MST3K collection ("Hamlet," in this case).

There's one unfortunate aspect to the MST3K collection, namely, each movie is introduced by Mike Nelson. But each introduction is about fifteen seconds long and Mike is apparently wearing no makeup since he looks frighteningly old. So here's this nice guy who barely has enough time to say, "The next movie you're about to see is <Movie Name>, and I laughingly remember that we used one character's name as an epithet ever aftewards. So, here's <Movie Name>." I want to ask Rhino, why bother? Was tape so precious you couldn't spend a few minutes filming Mike reminisce about the episode, or just some aspect of creating the show?

In other news, I'm excited about tonight — I'll be attending a lecture given by Rintaro (director of the anime version of Metropolis, among others). I have to take the subway in to D.C., which concerns me a bit, but I'm thrilled about the opportunity to listen to an anime great.

Thu, 05 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 5, 2004

I'm in a bad place right now.

I don't know why. I think my cold set everything up: I'm constantly tired, and I can't stop an annoying cough. This has left me without the energy to write, which depresses me every time I think about it.

On the other hand, I only woke up two hours ago, and I'm still not quite awake yet (again, I blame my cold).

[Overdrawn at the Memory Bank]

Last night, I stopped by Suncoast to buy some anime. And, I just realized, completely forgot to use my coupons, which is why I went to Suncoast in the first place. Arg. But anyvay, I picked up more Figure 17 and The Muppet Show and MST3K and Last Exile and the Trigun manga. All good picks. Also grabbed the latest Newtype, which contains a fascinating interview with Yoshiyuki Tomino (creator of Mobile Suit Gundam) about Gundam SEED, Turn-A Gundam, G Gundam, and others.

The MST3K I bought was specifically the 4th DVD collection, which contains 4 films. I watched the classics Overdrawn at the Memory Bank and Space Mutiny last night. As good (err, bad) as I remembered.

And that's it from me for today.

Wed, 04 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 4, 2004

Instead of writing about Janet Jackson (and her now-legendary right breast bared in the Superbowl halftime show), I'm going to write about her brother Michael.

I have a theory about Michael Jackson. I think that his fundamental problem is cluelessness.

I mean that in a nice way. I think Michael is quite out of touch with mainstream society. Whether or not he's a pedophile, I think he literally doesn't see why anyone would think it odd for a grown man to share a bed with a bunch of kids.

Have you ever met someone who was judged guilty for something even though s/he was innocent, and literally cannot understand why? Some people act as though they expect that the truth is transparent and obvious to everybody. Sadly, it's not. I think that Michael Jackson is like that; he's convinced that what he's doing is okay, and can't see why anyone would misunderstand that.

This is what's meant by the phrase "perception is important." Even if you're right, people can reasonably assume you're not. If you don't think accordingly, you can get into very serious trouble even though you've done nothing wrong.

Thomas began to dance.

A person interacts with VR primarily with hand and arm motions, pointing at objects and gesturing in a particular way. Different gestures spark different responses. In fact, a major feature of teen chatrooms were hand-crafted objets that only responded to rude and obscene gestures.

Interacting with multiple objects is difficult, as each one may require a completely different gesture. As a result, manipulating several objects at once requires a complicated and delicate set of motions, as well as intense concentration. If someone is very good at this, these motions resemble a dance.

Thomas was very, very good at it.

Cartoon characters winked in and out before him. Windows sprang into existence, grew, shrank, and were gone. He began to sweat with the exertion. He was thinking several commands ahead so he could transition from one gesture to the next with minimum effort and motion, and waste no time with actions he could combine or prioritize more efficiently later.

Then the world disappeared, leaving a few dull green windows glowing in the inky black void. Thomas froze. Nothing moved for several seconds, and he lowered his arms.

He'd been shut out.

Mon, 02 Feb 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 2, 2004 [Harry Potter fanart]

Saturday was completely unexpected. I'd intended to catch up on my writing, since my cold had kept my brain fogged all week. But my landlady lent me Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, and after cracking the cover at 2 p.m., I didn't put it down until I'd finished it.

Which is not to suggest that The Order of the Phoenix is a mind-boggling book of staggering genius. It's definitely good, though; a rolicking adventure that deviates enough from the established Harry Potter formula to be interesting. There are several surprising revelations, with hints of more to come (I'm betting there's more to be revealed about Aunt Petunia). And Harry is very, well, very fifteen. A bit of a jerk, really, in the way of teenagers who are under a lot of stress.

I spent Sunday at my parents' house watching the Superbowl. I have only an intellectual interest in the game of football; I'll watch it to observe the strategy and tactics of the game, which are admittedly complex and fascinating at a level I don't see in other sports. But I only watch the Superbowl with my Dad, as that's an opportunity for us to do something together. Since our interests don't really match up, we have to find chances like this to bond.

And now I'm back at work, and a bit discouraged about my apparent inability to write on Saturdays. I'd planned to write 200 words a day on the weekdays and 1,000 words on Saturdays. I have no trouble with 200 words a day; I'm averaging more like 300. But Saturdays just aren't working, so I think I may switch to (at least) 200 words every day, including Saturday and Sunday. I don't seem to benefit from taking a day off from writing, so that would at least make up a bit.

200 words a day is about 70,000 words a year. Not bad. On the other hand, that doesn't include editing, it's not quite as much as a full-time fiction writer's output. On the gripping hand, I'm not a full-time fiction writer. 70,000 words is pretty darn good.

As reference: I wrote 6,800 words in January (and that's with six sick days off). If that rate holds, I'd write over 80,000 words a year.

The image accompanying today's entry is Harry Potter fanart from Ayne's Harry Potter Gallery, which is worth visiting just for the title image, which is a striking shot of the three heroes ready to kick some tail.

Wed, 31 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:55 p.m.</p>

Wow. Neil Gaiman links to Ghost Town, a photo journey through modern Chernobyl. To quote Gaiman, "Without the photographs it would be like reading a piece of post-apocalyptic 60s or 70s SF. With the photos, it manages to become a journey into hell that I wanted to go on too." [sic]

All my regular journals haven't seen an update today (except for Lileks, of course, but even his update is a shockingly brief two pages), so I spent a few minutes browsing Lileks' photo archives. Jasper is just too cute.

As usual, I'm feeling better today. Mondays and Tuesdays are bad, as I have to deal with the Sunday-Monday marathon of church–parents–writing group–AWANA–work–Monday Group.

But last night I relaxed with another MST3k flick (The Girl in Gold Boots), and primed another book case, and wrote. More of that on my writing journal.

Now, more of the VR story (I'm going to save this, type up the story, and post it).

They slipped through dark alleys and along empty streets to a cheap little motel tucked away from the main roads. Doodlehopper took charge and checked in as Mrs. Alice Konaka and her husband. The mummy of a man behind the counter didn't even bat an eyelash at them, despite their age difference; he just wanted the room fee up-front. Thomas reflected that this looked like the sort of place that got a lot of older "husbands" and suspiciously young "wives" for the night.

Doodlehopper plopped herself down on the worn comforter of the first bed in the room, threw her arms up, and arched her back. Her vest hung loose from her shoulders and her curves seemed ready to burst through her black pullover. Thomas pointedly looked away and walked past her towards the only chair in the room, a thin, rickety thing of rusty aluminum.

He didn't bother to sit; he let himself fall into the chair, half-surprised that it held his weight, and massaged his temples for a moment. He opened his eyes to question the girl, only to find her sitting cross-legged with her hands in her lap, staring at him.

"You aren't gonna try to jump me, are you?" she asked suddenly.

"Err...what?"

"You know. You're not gonna try anything, are you?" she persisted.

He arched an eyebrow. "Wouldn't you break my arm if I tried?"

Her mouth curved into an impish grin, and she relaxed slightly. "I would, actually. But I didn't know if you knew that."

His pride made him smile now. "I'm a detective," he said. "Only in VR, but I'm still a detective. And I can tell that you not only have the muscles of a screeching kung fu star, you move like one."

His smile faded. "But seriously," he said, "you said you'd talk. What's going on?"

She gave him a perfect nonchalant Gallic shrug. "Can't say much, really. Somebdoy big wants you to die. I've been hired to make sure you don't."

He arched an eyebrow again. "Hired?"

She nodded "You're a VR detective, right?" she asked. He nodded, and she grinned. "I'm the real-life thing, baby." She put a finger to her lips in a Marilyn Monroe parody of thoughtfulness. "Well, that's not quite right. I do lots of other stuff, too. Like this, which is really more like babysitting when you think about it." She paused. "No offence."

Writing Thoughts

Wai wai!

I had a goal for this month's writing: to beat my past record of words written per month. I've only been keeping such records since December, and the most I'd written in one month was 6,800 words.

I am proud to report that, as of yesterday, I wrote 7,300 words in the month of March. And that's with ten days unable to write after eye surgery.

Tue, 30 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:02 p.m.</p>

The Exorcist in 30 seconds, re-enacted by bunnies.

3:08 p.m.

Just updated my links page with links to various weblogs and Mac-related sites I visit, among other sites. I also updated a number of URLs on my anime art links page.

2:39 p.m.

Hmm. Telltale Weekly is sort of an audiobook version of Project Gutenberg . Recordings are available in MP3 and Ogg Vorbis formats, with one-minute previews. You have to pay a small fee for each recording, until the recording's been around for awhile or gotten a significant amount of cash. It's a great idea. I'm considering recording a story for it.

Wait...what? You want actual updateage? Oh, all right, if you insist. One moment while I set down the Proust and finish the glass of whiskey and soda....

See, that's funny, ha ha, because I've just had a pretty darn rough weekend. Saturday was a remarkable day full of activity; I'd filled up my to-do list and just hacked away at it like a jungle guide with a machete. I was busy from the moment I got up until two hours before I went to sleep.

This was good, but Sunday was busy as well with out-of-the-house duties — church, writing group, AWANA. And then the bomb fell; three of the kids in my group just wouldn't stop distracting each other and chatting while they were supposed to be studying (or at least keeping quiet so others could study). I made the mistake of allowing this to continue for far too long, then I told them they wouldn't be getting any candy rewards that night. That worked. But it was dispiriting. I hate having to do that sort of thing, and I wish I hadn't waited so long to introduce some sort of (ideally, milder) punishment.

Monday morning, I made another mistake: I worked through breakfast, then had a big, greasy lunch. I could barely focus on the computer screen all afternoon. Then I had to run to the grocery store to get supplies for Monday Group, then took the subway in to D.C. We had a good time, both relaxing and thought-provoking, but I didn't get home until midnight.

So. Today. I'm not doing badly, really; I don't feel like chewed gum like I often do on Tuesdays. But I do feel battered, like an old ship that's creaking and groaning from overuse and in need of a rest and a refitting.

So, even though I'm low on hours this week, I think I'm going to go home early today and rest up. I need it far more than I need the money at work.

Mon, 29 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 29, 2004
what if we look at everything we ever thought we knew about God, and take out everything that was told or taught to us that we didn't get directly from God, how much would be left?
— Richard Dennee
Fri, 26 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:01 p.m.</p>

Good luck on Wednesday, Chris!

It's a beautiful day. It's the sort of day you expect for the benevolent return of Christ — the first day of the year when pants are just too hot, really.

I'm only working half of today, since I put in quite a few hours earlier in the week. And, no, I won't exult that it was worth it; those times stuck in the office, blearily banging on the keyboard, sucked. Was four hours of drudgery worth four hours of time off? I honestly can't say.

Besides, I'll be spending this afternoon running errands. I'm buying toys for my AWANA kids to reward them for finishing their workbooks, and I need to stop by the bank, and I really need to stop by a net cafe so I can take care of some online business through my laptop.

All that work will be worth it if I can finish all my errands today, so that I can stay home all day Saturday and just enjoy the day. I treasure my free Saturdays now.

...Erm. And I've just run dry, so I'll stop here.

Thu, 25 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 25, 2004

OK, lots to talk about today.

First up, The Passion. I haven't seen it yet, but I'm amazed at its ability to create soapboxes. Every review and article I've read about The Passion is a commentary about some aspect of the movie; I have yet to find a straight review of the film as a film, comparing it to Mel Gibson's intentions. People seem intent on seeing it exclusively through one particular lens.

Case in point: an article in The Wall Street Journal in which several scholars complain about various aspects of The Passion. In the scene in which Jesus is being questioned by the high priest, Diane Wudel (New Testament scholar at Wake Forest University Divinity School) says that the viewer gets "an altered question, an answer from Mark, a trial from Luke and a dialogue from John."

Well, um, which one of those books is the authority on that trial, Prof. Wudel? Do you read only the Luke account and reject the others? Or do you acknowledge that each is a perspective on events, and that the exact wording and exact order of events are not as important as the truths underlying the story?

Bill Leonard, dean of Wake Forest, an ordained Baptist minister and Baptist historian, complains, "When you limit the gospel story only to the crucifixion—when you don't have the story of the prodigal son, the words of the Sermon on the Mount, it doesn't tell the story that Jesus shows us waht God is like. The love of God is not simply revealed in the brutality of the cross."

He's absolutely right. But that's not the point of the film.

It's not called The Life of the Christ. It's not called The Resurrection of the Christ. It's about the Passion, the days leading up to and including the crucifixion. Maybe some of these folks have forgotten their ecumenical terminology and assume that the word "passion" is just a neat word and not a specific term.

How does the film work as a film about the passion? From what I hear, it works pretty darn well.

Meanwhile, the magicians are in a huff (surprisingly, the full Wall Street Journal article is available here, thanks to MLive.com).

Essentially, a small Houdini museum in Houdini's home town of Appleton, Wisconsin is putting up an interactive exhibit of Houdini's "Metamorphosis" trick. This is the illusion in which the magician is wrapped in a sack, then placed in a large padlocked box which is checked by volunteers, and then after a few moments behind a curtain, swaps places with the assistant outside. The box is then unlocked and the assistant is found inside, wrapped inside the sack.

The illusion is, like most illusions, quite straightforward once you realize where the illusion really is. The illusion lies in believing that the person in the box is still wrapped in the sack the whole time. As soon as Houdini was locked in the box, he got out of the sack, ready to get out of the box. Of course, the box had a cleverly concealed trap door. When the curtain concealed them, Houdini would slip out the trap door and the assistant would slip in. Houdini whipped the curtain aside while the assistant was still wriggling into the sack, and she had plenty of time to do so as the padlocks were removed from the box.

But the magicians have rabbits coming out of their ears in horror at the idea of a secret of magic being revealed to any old passers-by who pays the fare. Nevermind the fact that the trick is a century old, of course.

Like any good magic trick, there's more to this story than meets the eye. Over the decades, "Metamorphosis" has become a rite of passage for magicians. Once a magician has successfully staged his or her own version of "Metamorphosis," s/he is generally considered to be a pro. Thus, as everyone sees how "Metamorphosis" is done, a significant bit of the magicians' internal culture is wiped away. The audiences will yawn at this one; they know how it's done.

The real problem here is that the magic community has stagnated. There was a day when magicians invented dozens of tricks by themselves, and were constantly wowing audiences with novelty. In fact, one of the reasons why the great magicians like Robert Houdin were so popular for so long is the fact that they'd keep introducing new illusions into their acts, so patrons could return the next year and find new delights to amaze them.

But the magic community has lost its edge. Now, magicians learn a bag of existing tricks, and make little (if any) effort to invent anything new. When was the last time you saw a magician who wasn't dressed in something like a tuxedo?

I spent a good amount of my childhood reading up on magic. I have a few books of magic tricks at home. The last time I saw a magician, I recognized

every

single

one

of his tricks.

This is like a band that only plays other bands' music. It's pathetic.

Light. I feel like a grunge band. All anger and frustration. Sorry about that.

So I'll end with a light item, followed by a link. First up: India and Pakistan.

No, really. There's a big cricket match going on right now between India and Pakistan, and it's being held in Pakistan. Sounds like a recipe for disaster, what with their nuclear bickering being only the largest of many looming points of contention.

But it's going great. The Pakistani crowds have applauded the Indian team when it's doing well, and the entire situation has thus far been an entirely civil affair. To quote The Wall Street Journal:

Thousands of Indian fans, armed with special short-stay "cricket visas," have traveled in the past 10 days to Karachi, Rawalpindi, Lahore, and even Peshawar—only a missile's lob away from the lawless tribal regions where Pakistani soldiers are gunning it out with a Taliban/al Qaeda rump. They've painted their faces in India's national colors, waved the Indian flag under the very noses of Pakistanis, and cheered lustily for their team in Pakistani stadiums—where they have been vastly outnumbered, naturally, by the home supporters.

...the Pakistani public has extended such a warm embrace to fans from across the border that many Indians—according to reports in the Delhi newspapers—are finiding it difficult to encounter restaurateurs and taxi drivers who will accept their money. "You are our guests," they've been told, again and again. "We cannot charge you."

And finally, ever wished that somebody who understood poetry, really understood it, could sit down with you and explain how it works, as best anyone can tell, and maybe even inspire you to write some? He did, and it's on the web.

Wed, 24 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 24, 2004

I've surprised myself by being rather alert today. Considering that I've spent a grand total of maybe four waking hours in my apartment over the past three days, I'm impressed with myself. I should be one of the walking dead right now.

Work continues to go well, now that I'm not starting it off with more fun personal pursuits. Brief though they might be each day, they set a tone. Now, working all day isn't a Herculean effort.

I've spent a few hours over the last two days working on a clone of the flagship product made by my last company. I never did understand why it took them so long to develop it. Actually, I think I do: they pre-optimized everything, which slowed down development drastically. Everything had to scale enormously, and speed suffered.

Anyvay, my clone is now feature-complete. It certainly doesn't do everything CrossPoint did, but it does the basics: Entering tasks, moving them around, updating percent completes, and having all the parents' percent completes update appropriately.

Pretty cool.

He hit the ground floor with both feet, then stepped forward to give her room. She landed like a cat, light and graceful, then zagged past him and yanked open the heavy steel door that led outside.

They crept out into the brisk air of early autumn and the chorus of man-made noises that peremeates the modern city. Thomas shivered for a moment, then found himself sliding to his left and stumbled to the cold pavement. He threw a hand out and managed to catch himself on the rough brick of the apartment complex, and only half-fell to the ground. His eyes were unfocused, and his breath came only in deep, ragged gasps.

Doodlehopper was by his side in an instant, her face clouded with concern as she peered down at him. "You okay?" she asked. "Went too fast on the stairs, huh?"

He shook his head, but couldn't catch enough breath to answer just yet. She stayed motionless, waiting patiently. A small part of his mind wondered why she wasn't impatient to keep moving.

After a few moments he had enough breath to say, "Can't...take it all...in." He looked up at her, his expression like that of a child who's just realized he can't find his parents. Openly scared and confused. "What's going on?" he asked.

The girl's face broke into a compassionate smile. "C'mon," she said. "Let's find somewhere to hole up, and I'll talk."

Tue, 23 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 23, 2004

I've been going through quite a lot in the past couple of days. After an intense weekend, I had an immeasurably more intense Monday Group. Two of the folks in the group are having a really rough time right now. We ended up just talking about what we want and need from each other, as a small community, to support each other and build each other up. It was good, but powerful and spiritually exhausting.

I've also been making some changes at work. I used to check my personal e-mail first thing, so I could get it done with and out of the way. But I've realized that I tended to get distracted by personal business as a result, and had trouble getting back on the ball with work.

So now, I wait until lunch to do my e-mails. That's working pretty well thus far; with a couple of hours of work under my belt, it's easier to return to work after a brief e-mail excursion.

That's all for now.

Mon, 22 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 22, 2004

I literally cannot write a long entry today; I had a wonderful but jam-packed-full weekend, and now it's the end of the day at work and I really need to get home in time to pick up my materials and head out for Monday Group.

Briefly: I had my 10,000th Day Party on Saturday, celebrating ten thousand days alive. I had a great time with about twenty friends, who all chatted and ate. We had glistening ham, a variety of good hearty breads, a lovely smattering of cheeses from Colby to Brie to some sort of odd paté, dozens of cookies, and good strong wines and ales and liquers and even several bottles of mead.

I crashed at my parents (which is where the party was held; my apartment wasn't nearly large enough) for the night, then zipped by my apartment with barely enough time to breathe before driving to church, then to lunch with a friend, then to my writing group, then to AWANA. I got back home and, after eating a late dinner and writing a paltry few hundred words, collapsed into bed.

As a result I overslept this morning, and worse, I had an appointment with my eye doctor in the middle of the afternoon. So I've only spent half a day here at work. Blah. Tuesday through Thursday are going to be looong days, since I have another eye doctor checkup appointment this Friday. At least my eyes are doing better; they're just healing at the pace of 33-degree blackstrap molasses.

Fri, 19 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 19, 2004

Instead of a real update today, I'll summarize a few things that happened to me yesterday. Which, now that I think about it, is a real update.

Yesterday I had a post-post-post-post-post-op appointment at the Lasik Vision Institute, where they checked on my azure blue orbs (thank you, Jim Theis). But not until they'd made me wait for an hour. Oh well; the Highlander series was on the waiting room TV, and that's always an entertaining way to wile (sp?) away an hour. Highlander is like surprisingly good generic brand chips; they don't take the place of truly great stuff like Doritos or Buffy the Vampire Slayer, but before you know it you've eaten the whole bag, and darn it if they didn't taste pretty good.

My eyes are fine; I just have "the slowest-healing epithelial layer in the universe," according to the surgeon. As a result, I have to keep the eye extremely well-lubricated with lots of drops and even a gel I get to smear onto my inner eyelid every night. But I am healing, and my eyesight is improving. I can drive at night now, for example, without the headlights looking like marine flares.

I had to work late to make up for the long doctor visit, plus getting in an extra hour so I could take off early on Friday, so when I got home I was exhausted. I ended up popping DVDs into my DVD player and watching 'em all night.

I finished watching the first five episodes of Tenchi GXP, the new spin-off series in the Tenchi universe. It's genuinely new and entertaining, and it's clearly steeped in the Tenchi universe, with multiple references to previous Tenchi works in every episode (the female head of the GP Academy casually mentions that she's Yosho's wife). It's directed by the director of Excel Saga, and it shows; GXP is tilted more towards comedy than previous Tenchi works.

I then popped in a DVD of Snake and Eagle's Shadow, one of Jackie Chan's first starring films. And discovered that I'd been boondoggled. While the packaging suggested that this was Jackie's film, it's actually a sequel that contains a few scenes of Jackie Chan fighting from the previous film. No Jackie Chan to be found anywhere in the main film. I was irate.

So I popped in Jackie Chan's Gorgeous, which immediately soothed my rage. It starts out like a Studio Ghibli film; a young dreamy girl finds a romantic message in a bottle and on impulse follows it to Hong Kong. After discovering that the message was intended for a guy instead of a girl, she rescues a dashing businessman (Chan), and begins to pursue him. It's a much less zany film than most of Chan's adventures, partly because his character is suave and sophisticated, so there's very little bumbling tomfoolery. Also, Chan's primary antagonist is an incredibly fast-moving American kickboxer, so the two big fights contain less acrobatics and more straight punching and kicking than usual. I liked it, as a pleasant (and very pleasantly filmed) change from typical Jackie Chan fare.

And that's all for today. Toodles!

Thu, 18 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:39 p.m.</p>

And just to show you what happens when anyone can self-publish: Strange Comes the Emissary.

1:36 p.m.

I thought of a great subject for a journal entry yesterday. And today, of course, it's gone.

Had something to do with Gundam, though, I think. And yes, I remember that I wrote a pitifully short review of it yesterday.

Hmm. Umm.

I wrote some yesterday. That's not news, except for the fact that I wrote 800 words in the past two days. I can normally only eke out 200 a day or so.

What's led to the increase in writing productivity? An outline. Years ago, before the Great College Writing Drought, I used to write everything according to an outline of some sort. I didn't finish anything, but I think that was due more to procrastination than a fault with the outlines.

In the past few months, I've been able to write, but I've had trouble finishing anything, I think primarily because I haven't known where I was going in any of my stories. Now I've brought the outline back, and it seems to be improving my productivity drastically.

Now to see if it will continue.

Lileks is the only blogger I know who could turn a castoff 60's pen into an idea for a novel (except maybe Neil Gaiman). Wed, 17 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 17, 2004 — St. Patrick's Day

I finished watching the original Mobile Suit Gundam series yesterday evening.

It was quite a journey. I was frankly blown away at the mature storytelling in Gundam — and it's not "mature" in the sense of blood and guts. Mobile Suit Gundam is about war, in all its folly and nobility. The other Gundam series are clearly doing their best to live up to the original Gundam, and I don't think any of them have come close to equalling it.

The series excels in practically every area except perhaps animation quality ("perhaps" because it was, after all, made twenty-five years ago; there wasn't all that much one could do with animation back then) and directing style. I'm incredibly impressed.

And now, on to the VR story, where the girl Doodlehopper has managed to save Thomas and they are now fleeing his apartment.

She hissed and yanked him into a side hallway, then shoved him into a doorway and slammed herself into the meager cover it allowed. She slipped her right hand into her jacket and held it there, and for a moment only breathed. Thomas decided it wisest to press himself against the door and stay just as silent as her.

Footsteps thundered down the hall they'd just vacated. They sounded like linebackers charging a quarterback. They ran past the side hallway within which Thomas and the girl were barely breathing, and Thomas could only see nondescript jeans and sweatshirts hanging off massive bodies. These guys could withstand some serious punishment. He wondered why they needed to.

The thundering pack had barely passed their hallway when Doodlehopper leapt forward, pulling Thomas with her, bolted towards the intersection, and ran down the hallway away from the Linebackers From Hell. He glanced back over his shoulder, horrified that they might notice the escapees, but he could see those huge shapes retreating down the hallway without so much as slowing down.

They approached the elevators at high speed, but Doodlehopper veered away and slammed her body into the door leading to the staircase, banging it open. Thomas winced in sympathy, but far from seeming hurt, she gathered up the force of his piling into her body and redirected it, pushing him towards the top of the stairs.

He took the first few steps one at a time, then she pushed him again and he found himself falling more than stepping down the stairs, barely keeping himself on his feet as he leapt down three or four steps at a time. And she was right behind him.

Tue, 16 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 16, 2004

My eyes are continuing to improve, though it seems to be going slowly. On the other hand, what else should I expect? Immediate, perfect vision? I must learn more patience.

I cleaned for most of last night, after figuring that a dusty apartment probably does my eyes no good. I enjoy cleaning, in a way; it's a straightforward job that makes my environment more enjoyable.

I wanted to finish watching Mobile Suit Gundam last night, but my eyes only allowed me to watch one episode with five remaining. Frustrating. It's a brilliant show, and I can't wait to find out how it ends.

I'm gearing up for my 10,000th Day party this Saturday, celebrating my ten thousandth day alive. I've invited practically everyone I know, and I have 22 confirmed attendees thus far. I hope it'll be fun.

That's all I can make myself write at the moment, I'm afraid.

Mon, 15 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:55 p.m.</p>

Seth Godin relates Janet Jackson's appearance on Good Morning America to branding. This is why I like reading his blog: always on-topic.

Mesa back.

Well. That was an ordeal. I damaged my left eye last Wednesday, which prolonged my recovery by about a week and a half. My right eye is now about 20/30, but my left eye is still very blurry. But at least they're both recovering; my eyesight is getting better every day, and I can work now.

But it's been a long, discouraging road. Last Wednesday, I regretted having the surgery. It wasn't worth the pain, inconvenience, and doctor visits when all I'd had to do before was slip on my glasses in the morning.

But now, as my eyesight improves, I'm excited about it. There's something new about it. It's as though a new phase of my life is opening before me.

Now, to work.

Fri, 12 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 12, 2004

The Hacker's Diet is not a joke, and my cursory scan makes it look quite sound. The frames-based version is much better than the non-frames version. Wed, 10 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 10, 2004

My eye surgery went relatively well, but due to a minor eye condition, my eyes are much more delicate than the average person's, and are healing much more slowly than most peoples' eyes. Fortunately, I can stay at my parents for the duration.

I'm frustrated, though. I was expecting to be able to drive the next day; I still can't ee straight, and my eyes have occasional lances of pain. If I didn't have my parents to talk to and read to me (Jackie Chan's and T.E. Lawrence's autobiographies), I'd be thoroughly depressed. As it is, I'm just annoyed and somewhat impatient.

Wed, 03 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:35 p.m.</p>

QUEEN AMIDALA SHAREHOLDER steps up to the podium and clears her throat.

AMIDALA

I call for a vote of no-confidence in Chancellor Michael Eisner.

Approximately 43 percent of the audience rises to its feet and cheers.

I'm reading a neat book called Atlantis Destroyed by Rodney Castleden. It's essentially a search for the historical Atlantis, canvassing historical civilizations for reasonable candidates. It's a solid, rigorously fact-based book, though sometimes to a fault; Castleden's style tends towards the ponderous academic. But I find it an exciting subject, and Castleden retains a sense of adventure in his writing at the best of times.

And now, more of the VR story. Oh, and VOTE! On the right.

"What?" said Thomas, blinking, as they stumbled forward into the hallway. He cursed himself. He was not being the suave, sophiticated James Bond type here.

"We can't stay here," she repeated matter-of-factly, stopping at the door to glance up and down the hallway. "There will probably be more of them."

"More of who?" Thomas asked, endeavoring to be polite to the girl with a vise-like grip on his forearm.

She gave a frustrated sigh, pulling him behind her as she made her way down the hall and glanced every which way except at him. "They wanna kill you. And we can't have that, now can we?"

As smart as Thomas was, it took him a moment to process this, but quickly enough he wholeheartedly concurred. The poor man was a bit out of his depth. He could handle online adventures of practically any type; real men with real guns were rather more than he was used to.

"Excuse me," he said, still endeavoring to be polite as he was yanked down the hallway of the partment complex, "but who are you?"

"Y.T.," she said.

He blinked. "No," he began.

She grinned, still not looking at him. "Nah, just kidding. Online, I'm Doodlehopper."

"Doodlehopper?"

"Yeah!" She seemed to pull harder. "So, it's a little...juvie. Whatever. I've had it forever. Four years now."

Thomas' thirty-four-year-old inner wisdom groaned at this, but he thought it wise to let it pass.

Tue, 02 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 2, 2004 [The Critic]

I played hookie from Monday Group last night; 'twas psychically exhausted. Don't know exactly why, either. I haven't been particularly busy lately. Perhaps it's my upcoming laser eye surgery on Friday.

But instead I laughed 'till I coughed at selected episodes of The Critic. The entire show is available on DVD for a manufacturer's suggested retail price of USD $50.

I had forgotten how hilarious this show is. The humor zips by so quickly, I was grateful for the DVD as I could rewind and play some jokes again.

Mon, 01 Mar 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 1, 2004

Huh. This looks...oddly...familiar.

In other news....

[Bad The Brothers Lionheart artwork]

There are certain books that either you read at a certain point in your childhood and becomes a sparkling treasure you hide in your heart which shapes the rest of your life, or you read it later in life and completely forget it within six months.

It seems to me that The Broothers Lionheart falls squarely into this category. And, since my childhood is over, you can probably tell I'm not amazingly enthused by it.

Which is not to say it's a bad book. It's the story of two boys who die in this world and find themselves in the fantasy world of Nangiyala, which begins as an idyllic land but is soon thrown into chaos by an evil king whom the boys must help to vanquish.

The book is by Astrid Lindgren, the author of Pipi Longstocking, among other stories. She weaves a delicate tale, which certainly has heart to spare; it's an emotional ride as the protagonist (the younger of the brothers) observes the world around him. It's a good object lesson in the true nature of heroism; the protagonist has an understandably immature view of heroism, and the author does an admirable job of making the reader almost want to scream corrections at him.

But underpinning all of this is a disturbing philosophical system. Besides sending the reader through the depression of two boys' deaths, the end of the book seems to encourage suicide as an escape from loneliness to a better world. It seems strange that a book which prizes self-sacrificing heroism suggests that, when you're not fighting for ideals but are personally hurting, you should just give up and die.

Ah well. That aside, The Brothers Lionheart was a good book, with good adventure and a good heart. Overall, I would recommend it, with certain philosophical reservations.

Fri, 30 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 30, 2004

Been a bad week for journal updates. As usual, this is because (A) it's really been a bad week, and (B) I haven't actually been busy, per se. I usually post when I'm most active and busy.

So. What has been going on, you ask?

Work's sucked. I'm trying to get a feel for the amount of documentation work left to do, and some of the developers are a bit prickly about providing exact estimates. Ironically, after baring their prickers, they then give me excellent estimates. :sigh:

This, of course, affects everything else. I come home feeling like a wet dishrag after a day of dealing with this. All I want to do is watch MST3K and The Critic.

However, I've been paying better attention to the role of rest in my life, and as a result I've kept up with chores and writing.

Even so, this weekend will be a major relief.

Thu, 29 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 29, 2004

More of the VR story:

They stopped and Thomas replied to absolutely nothing, "This is a friend. I want to show her around, nothing more. I think she would be useful."

Doodlehopper shot him a look that managed to combine worry and annoyance, but he grinned and waved it away. The air was still, but Thomas didn't move forward and Doodlehopper was following his lead.

"No," the voice intoned. "You are still new to this world. You may stay, but she must go."

Thomas worked his jaw for a moment. He hadn't thought about this. They were a clannish bunch. His mind sought desperately for alternatives, but he could think of nothing.

"Please?" he said, finally settling on simple honesty. "I really, really need her along with me."

They heard a sonorous, rather impressive, but melodramatic sigh. "Oh come on," the voice said, losing some of its depth and gaining a nasal tone. "These are the rules. This isn't a democracy, you know. We make the rules, you abide by them. Do you want to get in, or not?"

"Look!" Thomas exclaimed, desperation creeping into his voice. "I'm in a lot of trouble, and I need you—"

He felt something tug at his temples, and suddenly he was looking at Doodlehopper, who was giving him the most outraged look he'd ever seen as she held the VR goggles she'd torn from his head. They were back in the hotel, disconnected from the VR world.

They then had a fight which was too ugly to record here. She could hardly believe that he would blab to a group of strangers that he was in trouble, and he couldn't see why she was so dead-set against getting help from a group of strangers.

Their fight was mercifully interrupted by an impatient blue light that flashed on the wall, next to the VR jack. They glanced at each other, then Thomas slipped his goggles back on to see that they had a message.

Sorry about that. We'll help.

Wed, 28 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 28, 2004

...Tanjit! Forgot to post a VR story entry today. I should be able to do that tomorrow.

It's been a bear of a day at work; a co-worker's comments completely dispirited me. But, after some time spent driving around and arguing with him in my head, I don't feel upset anymore. Everyone on this deathmarch is stressed.

Tue, 27 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 27, 2004 [Beat Under Control]

Magnatune just added a few new artists. Beat Under Control plays excellent "jazz/dub intense electro funk." As weird as that sounds, it works. Meanwhile, Rob Costlow's piano pieces sound like professional movie scores. Both highly recommended.

Had a good day at work today. I normally start the day with personal e-mails, but found that this ruins my work attitude. I just can't start working if I've started on my e-mails. So, I eschewed personal e-mails until late in the day, and by golly it worked; I've been quite productive all day.

Which is good, because I'm in the middle of a mini-crisis at work. One of the higher-ups shot out a horrified e-mail complaining about the current documentation status...just before leaving on vacation for a week. I replied in a way that should calm him down, but meanwhile some of us sat down and brainstormed ways of representing ourselves better.

It's a common business problem: How do you let everyone else know what's going on, in a way that makes sense to them?

Our solution is to beef up my clone of Intersect's flagship product, CrossPoint (please forgive the turgid marketing speech on that page; I didn't write it). Instead of tracking tasks by "percent complete" (which can change its meaning depending on how complicated the task is) to "hours". We'll track how many hours each task will take, and the number of hours worked on each task per week. We can calculate the real percent complete from that.

This will bring my application ever closer to its eventual adoption by the entire company, and a pay increase with it! Muahahahaha!

Anyvay. On top of this, I discovered that one of our customers completely misunderstands certain MS Word features we're using in our documentation, and I have to figure out a way to explain this to her gently in a way that doesn't suggest that she's an idiot, or that I'm a know-it-all who's trying to force her to use these features.

But I'm feeling better, overall. I'm eager to write more of the VR story, despite the fact that it's the least "marketable" of all my stories. That is...well, it's a reprint. But I won't get into that story today; I've written enough for now.

Mon, 26 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 26, 2004

Yes, yes, I need to write a good journal entry. For now, I'm going to post this quote while I write something wortwhile:

"The Windows API is...so deeply embedded in the source code of many Windows apps that there is a huge switching cost to using a different operating system, instead. It is this switching cost that has given the customers the patience to stick with Windows through all our mistakes, our buggy drivers, our high total cost of ownership, our lack of a sexy vision, at times, and many other difficulties. Customers constantly evaluate other desktop platforms but it would be so much work to move over that they hope we just improve Windows rather than force them to move... In short, without this exclusive franchise called the Windows API, we would have been dead a long time ago."
— Aaron Contorer, Microsoft's C++ General Manager in 1997 Fri, 23 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 23, 2004

'Twas going to post a long, rambling screed about me and what's going on with me.

Then I read this Washington Post report:

The House of Representatives passed a measure Thursday to ensure Congress can continue its work if many lawmakers perish in a terrorist attack. But opponents warned that the bill would not prevent a power vacuum at a time the country could least afford one.

In other words, opponents complain that the bill would not prevent a power vacuum if many lawmakers died suddenly.

Um, duh?

What do the opponents want? A law that legislates normal operations of government after a nuclear strike?

There's a quote attributed to Voltaire that applies here: The Best is the enemy of the Good." More accurately, the quest for perfection usually precludes work on a solution that works now.

From what I can tell, lawmakers passed a reasonable law, essentially calling for special elections within 45 days of a massive death toll (defined as at least 100 dead out of the House's 435 members). Not that we couldn't anyway, but this provides a battle plan: if a bunch of representatives snuff it, we all hold special elections in a month and a half to elect new ones.

Are there potentially better solutions? Sure. Opponents suggest the immediate instatement of temporary replacements. But even that is at least questionable — who picks these people? I can easily see a Palpatine taking advantage of this sort of situation to choose a lot of convenient replacements who can enact some very nasty legislation within 45 days.

Anyvay, the point is that the opponents appear to want to wait until somebody comes up with the best possible solution, rather than adopt a reasonable solution now.

I say: No. You deal with your current situation as best you can. And if your solutions don't work in the future, you fix them.

Thu, 22 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 22, 2004

Good entry on Whatever about writer's workshops, particularly regarding a tiff within a Gene Wolfe workshop. Wed, 21 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 21, 2004

Arrrrg. Started writing a journal entry yesterday, and my computer froze before I saved it.

My eyes have continued to frustrate me. I still hold the record for slowest-healing eyes in the universe, and that's impacted darn near everything in my life. I can't work, or read, or write for more than half an hour at a time now, as my eyes get tired quickly.

And it's pushed me into a blue period for the past couple of days. I'm not depressed, really. My brain is processing a lot, so I've been emotionally okay, just distracted and only partially engaged in whatever I'm doing.

But these periods are best met by recognizing them and responding to them, finding new ways to deal with changes, and using them as whetstones to sharpen ourselves on. So, I'm working and reading and such in smaller chunks now. Seems to be working.

He blew out a big sigh and looked around, squinting at the empty azure sky. "Not quite. Hack-and-slashes are games. This is more of a shared environment. But it's not just any shared environment; it's the oldest and most respected one out there."

"So what?" she asked, looking back at him with real curiosity.

He turned his back to her. She could not see him grin as he explained, "Only the best play here."

She rolled her eyes.

"Not just in terms of experience," he added quickly. "To play here, you have to be smart, and you have to have been around awhile." He paused. "Just my kind of people."

"Do you have to walk everywhere in this world?" Doodlehopper asked, scuffing her feet as they strode over the gently rolling emerald hills towards one particularly high mountain.

Thomas grinned. "Actually, yes."

She scolwed and glanced behind them for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I don't like it."

Thomas looked up at the cloudless sky again, then down at the small clusters of daisies that grew in patches in the grass. "I kind of like it," he said.

She threw him a questioning glance, and he explained, "They want you to experience this world. Everything here is so carefully crafted. Hey, look up."

He pointed at the blue sky above them, where they could just make out the dot of a bird leisurely wheeling hundreds of feet in the air. "Most games," he said, "will put birds in the sky. Some games will create birds that circle realistically. But here...if you stayed here and just watched that bird, you'd be able to follow it back to its nest. It would have a nest. It might have a mate, and it might be raising young. That's the kind of detail they put into this place. This isn't just the background for a random monster fight; this entire world is a home."

She had nothing to say to that, and they continued in comfortable silence for a minute or so, until out of nowhere a sonorous, bell-like voice called out, "One of you is recognized. The other is not. Explain yourselves."

(In other news...tanjit, two new blogs to add to the daily roster: Patricia Nielsen-Hayden's "Making Light" and John Scalzi's "Whatever". "Whatever" includes a brilliant article, Even More Long-Winded (But Practical) Writing Advice.)

Fri, 16 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 16, 2004

I need to write a letter to Ray Bradbury.

Just, in general.

Thu, 15 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:37 p.m.</p>

Imagine, just out of interest, spidering Microsoft.com for Microsoft Word documents. Then, keep only the documents that have Track Changes (a feature where old text is kept within the document, and you can see who's made what changes). Then, turn the Track Changes on, and look through those documents to see what's changed in them.

Here's the result. There have been some interesting changes to various press releases.

[Memories image]

Well. I'm feeling better today, somewhat. It's more a matter of having a good day in the midst of bad ones, but at least it's a good day.

And, in terms of weather, it is a beautiful day. Not a cloud in the sky, a warm sun, and an occasional bracing breeze. Mmmm.

I watched Katsuhiro Otomo's Memories last night. It's a set of three short films strung together as a theatrical release. The first is a weird and haunting piece written by Satoshi Kon (Perfect Blue, Millenium Actress, Tokyo Godfathers), the second is a fun little comedy about a walking biohazard, and the third is a unique, experimental short about a Soviet-like society of constant, grinding, pointless military production. They were all excellent, in their own way.

Only the third was actually directed by Otomo (creator of Akira), and ironically, I liked it least. It was much more experimental than the others; it felt like a student film full of long, sweeping shots, minimal dialogue, and (purposefully) ugly character designs.

Wed, 14 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 14, 2004

Within the goggles, he saw he stood in the center of a rectangular grey room, about twenty feet square. Of course, the goggles were cheap, and didn't completely enclose his eyes, so he could still see their motel room at the extreme top and bottom of his vision. But the eye is easily fooled, and Thomas knew that after a few minutes of staring at the image that dominated his vision, his brain would automatically block out the "superfluous" bits of reality at the edges.

He realized then that he needed the gloves that still lay in the drawer. The girl watched him. He tried to maintain his dignity by reaching in for the gloves without moving his head, but his hands couldn't find them, and he ended up fumbling around in the drawer until bumping up next to them, then he peered around the edges of his glasses and awkardly manhandled the gloves on.

Doodlehopper smirked as she whipped out her own gloves and slipped them on, then slid on goggles.

Finally, his gloves were on. He wiggled his fingers for a moment, an unconscious gesture he always made when first jacking in, then touched his fingertips together in a rapid succession of twitches.

He stood on a square stone platform. Four large granite pillars stood guard at each corner of the square, and gentle rolling hills stretched towards jagged purple mountains all around them. Overhead, the sky was clear and blue.

Next to him stood a stunning young woman, wearing what amounted to a purple-and-bronze bikini on her chestnut skin. Her body was covered in white marks and her hair was the same light purple of the mountains.

She looked at him and burst out laughing. He arched an eyebrow at her. "What?" He asked, shrugging his seven-foot form, completely enshrouded in a black cloak.

"You look ridiculous!" she hooted, then looked down at herself. "Ugh!" she exclaimed. "This isn't one of those hack-and-slash games, is it?"

Tue, 13 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 2:14 p.m.</p>

And hell just froze over (see the final paragraph). I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins after seeing this announcement.

I finished watching Turn-A Gundam last night.

Turn-A was the 20th anniversary Gundam series, and as such, it is itself a commentary on the Gundam franchise. The creators seem to be saying, "Look, we've been showing you the horrors of war for twenty years. When are you going to get the point?"

It's a remarkably well-balanced series, too. The plot's always moving, and the characters are developing, and there's action and comedy and drama. And none of this overshadows any of the rest.

But what impresses me most, really, is the ending. It's a perfect ending.

Many Gundam series end with most of the characters dying. I don't think I'm spoiling much by revealing that this is not the case with Turn-A. Most of the characters survive, which is even harder than killing off the characters, since you have to find endings for all of them.

I cannot image better fates for these characters. Some of these fates are bittersweet, because of the characters. They don't all deserve to live happily ever after, and they all don't.

I'm looking forward to the next time I experience this series again. I will benefit from re-watching it.

...and I just realized that I wrote six short paragraphs about my reaction, without a word about what Turn-A really was. (Ugh. Please forgive my bloodied massacre of the English language there.)

It's about memory and hope. About remembering the past, seeking to recapture it, and finding...something else. And that that's okay.

It's about government and leadership, oddly enough. Gundam is usually more interested in the soldiers on the front lines; Turn-A asks, "What about the generals? Don't they have lives and decisions and fears, too? Don't they sweat through battles like the men with helmets?" They do. And they bear the burdens of millions.

Mon, 12 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 12, 2004

Saturday I saw Hellboy, which was quite good. It was exciting, and funny, and thought-provoking. Unfortunately, it also had some comic characters who were a bit too fantastic for live action. There are certain things that just don't work when you see them on film. And, ironically, Hellboy himself wasn't one of them. The main evil villain was essentially Snake Eyes from G.I. Joe, and it just didn't work.

The film was also weak because of lack of character exposition, ironically enough. There was a lot to these characters, which the film could only hint at. Perhaps the characters would have seen stronger if I'd been able to see them build over time.

I also read Orson Scott Card's Hart's Hope. It's only the second Card book I've read (the first was his amazing SF novel Ender's Game). I was blown away, mainly because I've never read anything quite like it. Which, ironically, is something I don't say much about fantasy.

In Hart's Hope as in Ender's Game, Card showcases his abilty to write about truly horrible things, without either sensationalizing it or trying desperately to make a Point. He simply portrays these acts as horrible, and leaves them as they are. Which, in a way, shows tremendous respect. He lets those acts speak for themselves.

Fri, 09 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 9, 2004

I very much want this t-shirt.

Writing Thoughts

Lots to talk about, but I'm not really in the mood to write. I haven't been in the mood to write all week, really. So I haven't.

This causes the Gurney Halleck in me to rage, "Mood?!? Mood's a thing for cattle and love-play, not writing!" And, yes, it's important to write even when you're not in the mood. But not every time you're not in the mood.

I think it comes down to distinguishing between genuine laziness and genuine burn-out. Sometimes, I just want to really rest. Pushing myself to work at those times is unhealthy.

And I think that comes down to respect. Respect for myself, and my body, and my work rhythms. Recognizing that I need time to rest and recharge. And accepting that I can write next week just as easily as I can write this week.

Wed, 07 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:48 p.m.</p>

Congrats, Chris!

Smart people believe weird things because they are skilled at defending beliefs they arrived at for nonsmart reasons.
— Michael Shermer, "Smart People Believe Weird Things"

And now, more of the VR story.

He waved it off and massaged his temples for a moment before asking, "Who hired you?"

She shook her head. "Whoever it was didn't want me to say anything about that. I just know I'm being paid a lot of money to keep you alive." A sly grin stole over her face. It made her look quite pretty. "You better not die," she finished.

He grunted, and remained silent for awhile. She continued to study him, like a small child studying a stranger.

He let out a deep breath, then stoood up and studied the room. She followed his gaze. "What?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He saw what he was looking for, and headed towards the lopsided nightstand that squatted between the two worn beds. "I need to jack in," he stated flatly.

"Oh, no you don't," she said as she sprang to her feet. "Why don't you just set up a flashing neon sign above the motel saying, 'BAD GUYS COME HERE'?"

He rolled his eyes and looked back at her. "Give me some credit," he said. "I'm a VR detective. I spend more time awake in VR than I do in my apartment. I'm not going to wander around like a complete moron."

She chewed her lip, her eyebrows scrunched up in concentration. That made her look pretty, too. After a few uncomfortable moments she nodded, but her expression didn't change.

"I'm going in with you," she announced.

"Okay," he replied. Just as long as he could get in and get some answers....

He strode to the nightstand and managed to manhandle the poorly-made drawer open. Inside was what looked like a large folded pair of sunglasses. He withdrew them and turned, holding them up to Doodlehopper to show her that there was only one. She was already holding a slim pair of her own, an inexpensive type that folded down and could be kept in a pocket.

His lips pursed slightly, then he resigned himself. He pulled a thin cable out of one end of the folded pair of VR goggles and pushed it into one of two small, off-kilter black jacks that protruded from the wall above the nighstand.

She strode to the nighstand, swishing her hips, then gave him a playful grin and jacked in next to him.

He was looking into her eyes, trying to see if she was really up to this. Her green eyes were happy and oh so big, like an excited girl on her first day of school. This worried him, actually, as he thought of the trouble that could be caused by an excitable girl hanging over his shoulder.

On the other hand, he reflected, she had saved his life.

Still looking her straight in the eyes, he flipped open the goggles and slipped them over his eyes, then slid his thumb along one edge until he found a slight bump, and pushed it.

Tue, 06 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:46 p.m.</p>

...and I just noticed that The Brunching Shuttlecocks have put up the absolutely perfect Geek Hierarchy Chart. As Neil Gaiman puts it, it's "almost too accurate to be funny. But it's still funny."

5:13 p.m.

There's a new blog, called Worthwhile, which posts entries from a handful of highly-respected business writers. It's sort of a cross between a blog and a magazine (mlog?); it's nicely laid-out and offers posts from a set stable of authors, but it has all the features of any blog (live updates, easy comments, trackbacks).

And here's what I love about blogs: Check out comment #4 on the Deep Tycosis article.

Anyvay, lots of really really good stuff here. I particularly like this entry, by David Weinberger:

I've long thought that corporate mission statements ought to begin with a phrase like, "XYZ company makes the world better by _____." If it can't fill in that blank, the company ought not be allowed to get to the phrase about "creating shareholder value."

Interestingly, the name "Worthwhile" is not a joke about this blog's worth in the presence of two million whiny LJ users; it's the whole point of the site. It asks the question, "What is worthwhile in the business world? What goes beyond merely making a profit to making a difference?"

I'm feeling somewhat better today.

I made a ridiculously simple vegetarian chili last night, which turned out well except for the now-limp vegetables. I may have to tweak the recipe, which requires a long time for frying the veggies.

I'm increasingly interested in learning how to cook rather than how to follow a recipe. I want to know how to make chili in general, not just a specific chili recipe. As such, I'm focusing on the ingredients involved and the general process. It certainly makes cooking more interesting.

Mon, 05 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 5, 2004

Well. This has been a bad week, really.

Mainly, I've felt lonely, which was exacerbated by my requests to have my friends contact me. But they haven't. Not a single phone call or e-mail.

:sigh:

Also, my eyes are frustrating. I have to put in a lot of drops, and I was told at my last eye doctor appointment that it'll be months before my eyes are fully healed. So I'm staring down a long road, full of hourly eye drops and gels.

Worse, I have no energy or enthusiasm for work or writing. When I'm at work, I have trouble making myself work, and when I'm home, all I want to do is re-watch MST3K episodes.

Fri, 02 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:25 p.m.</p>

OMFG FIRST POST AHHAHHAHAHAHHAHAAHAHAAA ROFLOL!!!!11!1

...Ahem. Sorry.

No post today. I was kidnapped by evil wombat-like aliens and had all memories of the last twenty-four hours removed in a highly painful operation. Luckily, I was able to find one of their many escape pod mecha and blasted off for earth. Of course, I then had to save the universe in between moments of hilarious romantic comedy and deep personal angst. But I eventually got back all right.

...Ahem. Sorry. Again.

Quick plug: Daring Fireball has an excellent article called Ronco Spray-On Usability that responds to an Eric S. Raymond article about UIs and usability. Thu, 01 Apr 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:28 p.m.</p>

Congrats, Saalon! Everyone, go read Daemonsong.

Does anyone else find that the amount of verification required on most banking sites is rather too much to deal with? Why does the bank insist that I enter the city I live in when registering? Isn't that in their records? And, really, if I'm spoofing somebody else's identity and already have their street address, I probably have their city name too.

I'm all for privacy and ensuring that the right person is logging in. But at some point I have difficulty caring.

Part of the problem, actually, is that my needs for online banking are simple: I want to be able to see my account history. I don't want complicated registration/login procedures for that. I don't care if m0nk3yb()y in Topeka can figure out a way to see the size of my last paycheck deposit.

Perhaps some gradation in login would work. Imagine registering on your bank's website and getting a form: "How would you like to register? You can register for a basic online account, which is simple and lets you see your information only. Or you can register for a full online account, which requires more verification and lets you do practically anything with your account."

I dunno. I'm just frustrated because I can't access any of my credit cards or banks online due to overly complicated verification systems.

Mon, 31 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 31, 2004

I've been reading a lot of good books lately. One of the latest is Dan Simmon's Hyperion.

While I was discussing it with Brennen called the universe of Hyperion one of the best space opera universes he's ever come across (or words to that effect). I actually disagree at this point, as what I've read of Hyperion isn't much of a space opera according to the standards that I know of. Hyperion is big and epic, but it's the grand scale of a Shakespeare play rather than that of a Republic serial.

Essentially, this book is sort of a futuristic Canterbury Tales; a mysterious, quasi-spiritual creature is on a killing spree on the planet of Hyperion, and six travelers are journeying there together. Some want revenge, others want answers; they all are tied to Hyperion and the creature in some personal way. This novel tells their stories, while (I understand) the sequel, Fall of Hyperion, tells of their fates.

Each story is fascinating in its own way, and impressively distinct. One is a religious/moral tale, another is the autobiography of a poet (told with appropriately vivid words), another is a hardboiled detective story, another is a bit of military SF, and yet another is a heartrendingly simple rendition of a couple losing their only daughter, and the final story is in the tradition of SF's golden age, a tale of the end of a world's way of life, and the consequences of man's common blindness to the vastness of life.

The stories' variety kept me interested and intrigued despite the length of the book. It's really six novellas and short stories strung together with a common theme and the meta-plot of the six pilgrims making their way to Hyperion. This deepened my appreciation of the characters, though it's a shame that the payoff won't come until the sequel. Still, the device worked. There are still moments of the book that haunt my memory.

Which is an impressive statement for any book, really.

In other news, as part of a very busy weekend, my Mom and I braved the oddball weather (beautiful one moment, spitting rain the next) and saw Shrek 2.

I don't want to write much about it, because any discussion of it will necessarily spoil a good amount of the humor, and I want any readers who haven't seen the film to walk into that theater without preconceptions or expectations.

I will tell you that I found the film brilliantly funny, so much so that I didn't hear a few of the lines because I was laughing so hard. The film maintains and enlarges on the spirit of devil-may-care fun in the first film. Moments like the fried bird's eggs in Shrek—which were actually quite rare when compared to the time spent on the plot—are everywhere in Shrek 2, which is stuffed with cultural references and little gags.

But that's icing on a solidly plotted cake (if I may mix my metaphors). There's a good, solid story here, which is pretty predictable but nicely done.

Wed, 26 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 26, 2004

I'm experimenting with a new work schedule. I'm getting in to work around noon and leaving between 6:00 and 8:00 p.m., then doing a few hours' worth of work at home. I'm trying this because, for the past couple of months, my body has been refusing to awaken at 8:00 or 9:00 a.m. And I'm a big believer in reality, so I decided to fact reality and arrange my work schedule around my body's actual sleep patterns.

I tell you, I felt odd typing away at my Syllable computer last night, glancing at the clock as it passed midnight, 1:00 a.m., and 2:00 a.m., knowing that this was okay. I'd have plenty of time to sleep in the morning.

And I did. I woke up refreshed and energized, like I used to. I'm not at 100% yet — based on past experience, that'll take a week or two — but I sure feel a lot better.

And now, more of the VR story:

Thomas began considering options for escape. He glanced around the dingy room; the only thing near him was the nightstand, on which sat the flimsy VR goggles he'd used the night before. They hadn't brought any extra clothes or luggage. He wondered where Doodlehopper had put her tazers. But they didn't help either; Thomas was propped up on one arm and the sheets were twisted around him. He'd be hopelessly tangled before he got three feet, and that pistol was aimed straight at him.

He realized that the first thug was cringing. Heh. Thomas wished he could hear the reaming the guy must've been getting from "Boss."

"Well, I wanted to know, Boss," the thug said in a quiet voice, "should we shoot 'em now, right here?" He paused. "Yeah, it's a motel room." He looked around. "Yeah, pretty crummy."

His attention returned to Thomas, who didn't like the hardness that came to the thug's eyes. "Okay," the thug announced. "Yes. Roger. Thank you, Boss. Over and out."

His eyes fully focused back on Thomas. "We need to get out of here," the thug said. "Come along quietly."

Thomas gambled. What if they couldn't kill him there? "And what if I don't?"

The thug's mouth twitched down slightly in annoyance. "We don't have ta do it someplace else."

Thomas lsot. He sighed, and made slow movements to get up.

The first thug motioned his pistol towards Doodlehopper's sheet-covered form and said to his companion, "Karl, get him up." Karl sidled over to the bed and gripped the bottom of the sheet.

There was a sudden swirling of sheets, a couple of yelled oaths from the thugs, a blur of black and skin, a low hum, and the sudden acrid smell of ozone. Thomas managed to kick off his sheets and curl his body forward on the bed ready to leap off as the two thugs slumped to the floor like tipped sacks of coffee.

Mon, 24 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 24, 2004

Reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated.

No, seriously. Had a good weekend, all things considered — Saturday was spent mostly powering through a daunting list of chores in time to entertain my parents and grandmother at my place. We had a straightforward dinner but it ended with a fabulous dessert: Chocolate Cranachan, a parfait of whipped cream and whisky combined with layers of a mixture of chocolate, oats, and hazelnuts. Worked really well; everyone loved it. Heck, they stayed for over four hours.

But then I couldn't go to sleep that night. No particular reason that I could see; I just wasn't sleepy. After staring at the ceiling for two hours, my mind wandered to the movie Tron and I realized I hadn't seen it for awhile. So I popped it in and re-watched it, then reviewed almost all of the supplemental materials.

I'd almost forgotten how brilliant Tron really was. It was so incredibly visionary, and it was so complicated to make, and it actually worked. Did you know that the glowing circuit effect had to be hand-painted on every single frame of the film where it was used?

Anyway, I finally got to sleep a little after 5:00 a.m., then slept until 1:30 p.m., then headed over to my parents to help them set up their computer. Then went to work to finish up a few things, and back home. At least I made it to sleep with enough time to wake up in the morning and make it in by 10:00 a.m. — not as early as I'd like, but better than 1:30 in the afternoon.

In other news, I finished reading H.P. Lovecraft's short novel At the Mountains of Madness. It's the first Lovecraft I've ever read, and I'm very impressed. He's obviously one of the great horror writers, and like all great horror writers, he only drops hints. He explicitly avoids any descriptions of blood or gore. But it's the hinting that bring the hairs on the back of your neck to attention. Great, great stuff. And a bargain, too.

Thu, 20 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 20, 2004

Sorry for the lack of an update yesterday; I had the worst day EVAR. Briefly:

Tuesday evening, I was supposed to take care of my parents' dog, but forgot about it. So I drove there late at night to discover the dog had left a large present on the foyer carpet. Joy. I got to clean that up.

I got home and decided to take a sleeping pill, hoping to get a reasonable night's sleep. Oh boy did I get sleep. That pill knocked me dead for twelve hours.

That means I woke up at 11:30 a.m. And I had to go take care of the dog again, who by this point was nervous and annoying, running in front of me and just generally being a nuisance.

I didn't get to work until 1:00 p.m. I arrived to find an e-mail from my boss that informed me that he's not my boss anymore; he's going to be the boss of another group and now someone who (AFAIK) doesn't even work in this state is now my boss.

Plus, the sleep was the sort of sleep that left me feeling drugged all day. And, because I woke up late, my eating patterns were all out of whack, so I was hungry and not hungry at weird times.

So, yeah. That was my Wednesday.

Thomas awoke with a bang.

Literally. The thin door to their room slammed open with such force that dust drifted from the ceiling. Thomas started up in bed, the tangled sheets coiling themselves further around his body. He blinked to clear the haze from his eyes.

Two very large Asian men, wearing business suits, strode into the room. Each had a pistol, one leveled at Thomas and the other at Doodlehopper's bed. She was still curled into a ball under the sheets. Thomas continued to blink, his brain still a few subway stops behind.

"You're Thomas Aznable," one of them stated. The events of the past twenty-four hours poured back into Thomas' mind, and he let out an amazed breath.

"You two again?" he said.

Both intruders shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, well," the first one said, jerking his head towards Doodlehopper's bed, "we didn't expect him last time. You covering him, Karl?"

Karl nodded, his gun aimed straight at the curved outline of Doodlehopper's body beneath the sheets, and his face showing intense concentration. Thomas' brain — which was still a bit dreamy from sleep — vaguely wondered if the thug was trying out some sort of mental powers, or was just that stupid. He figured it was the latter.

His mind had recovered sufficiently to realize that they thought Doodlehopper was male. He filed that way as potentially useful.

"Boss?" asked the first thug, still looking straight at Thomas.

Thomas blinked back at him. "Me?" he asked.

The thug gave him a disgusted frown. "No, not you, you idiot. I'm trying—no Boss!" His eyes grew wide with panic, and he straightened his spine but he continued addressing Thomas. "I was talking to someone else Boss! I'm sorry Boss!"

Thomas realized the thug must be wearing a mobile phone with a wire thin enough to be taped to his neck and made essentially invisible. Thomas felt himself frown slightly. He hated it when people did that.

"It's the guy, Boss!" the thug said, his voice as excited as a kid in a toy store on delivery day. "We found him! And he's with...the...other guy!"

Thomas was not typically a man of action. He preferred to use his brain, which was his excuse for not exercising. But it was true; he simply didn't have a "bias for action," as he'd read of in a self-help book once.

But he was learning.

Tue, 18 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:53 p.m.</p>

A retrospective on BookFinder.com's first five years in business.

I seem to be recovering from my long "blah" period. And I now actually have some time to write a decent journal entry! Yay!

Much of my frustration and mild depression lately has come from a basic question about my quality of life. Do I love my life?

Obviously, just living where I am, I'm tremendously blessed from a global perspective. I can eat whenever I want, I sleep in a comfortable bed, I live in a large apartment, and I'm pretty healthy.

From a social perspective, I'm doing well. I make about $60k, I live in a good middle-class neighborhood, and my job is interesting and ever-changing. I also have good friends and family.

But do I love my life? Not really. I appreciate my life. I enjoy it; it has its fun moments. But I really don't love it. I don't open my eyes in the morning and think, "God, I can't wait to get started with the day."

Much of it comes down to my job, I think. I really want to spend my time at home, writing and making animations. But my job keeps me from having the time to really do enough writing and animation to spin up and make enough money to support me.

On the other hand, perhaps I need patience. Perhaps it's natural for this process to take a long time. Maybe I should just do as much writing and animation as I can outside of work.

But no. That doesn't seem right to me. I feel like I'm sacrificing myself and my dreams for a desk and a job. This doesn't feel right.

But I can't bring myself to quit my job, or go part-time. Perhaps that's just weakness on my part?

I don't know.

Mon, 17 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 17, 2004

Oh! Um. Yes. Must update.

Briefly: Spent most of the good, if somewhat tiring weekend shopping. Ended up with some more anime (Angelic Layer and Kaze no Yojimbo) , a new CD rack, some kitchen utensils, and some cookbooks.

I could write a few paragraphs about each of the above, but frustratingly, I have to leave work in a few minutes to pick up my parents at the airport.

I was able to finish reading all of the Edward Tufte books I got at his course last Wednesday. Very informative. I've begun using his advice at work, charting our documentation progress using small multiples.

Small multiples are essentially several diagrams all arranged next to each other, usually forming a sequence. Here's an example:

[Small Multiples]

It's a surprisingly powerful visual technique. Clustered diagrams invite comparison and contrast, which are essential to good information design.

>Writing Thoughts

After a long slump, I finally managed to write a little something over the weekend. Just a few hundred more words of Seeing Things Invisible.

I also assembled all my STI writing and VR Story snippets into a complete website, which I intend to use to replace my current writing website once everything's moved over to the new server.

See, I've been demotivated for awhile, and I've had no problems with story, or characters, or forcing myself to write. The journey's not a problem. It's the destination.

I've had nowhere to put any of these stories. STI might've been a book, or a webdrama, or a series of short stories. But after awhile I couldn't keep writing it while it stayed in limbo.

So finally I decided, screw it, I'm going to post all of this. My "publication" will be posting it all to the web. Who knows? Maybe I'll get some readers. And maybe I'll be able to sell paper copies that way.

Fri, 14 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 14, 2004

ExtremeTech has posted a slideshow of Windows Longhorn. I'm not impressed.

A few issues, off the top of my head:

  • I'm disturbed that buttons and menus now have no visual cues to tell you that they're buttons or menus. This is a good example; what's clickable, and what's just a static text label?
  • The new ALT-TAB feature is an improvement on the current little popup window in Windows, but it's nowhere near as useful as MacOS' Expose, for example. With the new ALT-TAB, you can't see all of every window; you just see a slice of the left-hand side of each window. With Expose, you see all of every window. Think it doesn't matter? Okay, imagine that you have three terminal windows open. You hit ALT-TAB, and you see the left 80 pixels of each window. It's a lot easier to remember the visual layout of all the text on each window rather than having to squint and read the text on a small visible slice of the window (if it's even readable at that size). Check out the DOS windows in the screenshot.
  • There's an awful lot of different colors used in the interface. I count four different background colors on this screenshot alone; white, pale yellow, light grey, and dark grey. Granted, this is a very early alpha. But then, if it's an alpha, why are they putting in lots of different colors? I'd expect there to be very few colors in an alpha.

Sure, it might get a lot better as time goes on. But this is a public release that Microsoft made available to ExtremeTech. If this isn't representative of their interface, why are they letting ExtremeTech show it off?

Thu, 13 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:11 p.m.</p>

And now, more VR story, as promised:

Mother blew out a breath, then looked around at the others. Everyone else was quiet, but obviously intrigued. "Right, right," she said. "Who wants to get together to help these two?"

Most of the people there raised their hands; after a moment, even Panic raised an armored fist.

Mother regarded Thomas and Doodlehopper silently for a moment, as if weighing them in her mind, then shook her head. "Okay," she said. "But with this crew, you might live to regret it." She knocked her head to one side and grinned. "On the other hand, with this crew, you will live to regret it."

Thomas spent the rest of the night exchanging encryption keys, plans, ideas, addresses, anonymizers, and all the mundane details that were part of this sort of endeavor. The group from Fortis was an eclectic bunch, and while Thomas felt that worked in their favor, it also menat that each member had his or her own perspective on the whole situation and wanted to approach it from a unique angle. That meant having to satisfy a dozen different idiosyncratic cracker geniuses at once.

Doodlehopper spent most of the evening on the bed, listening to music via small wired nodes that stuck temporarily to the skin behind her ears, sitting upright in a position vaguely similar to the lotus, her eyes closed, and her head swaying slightly. What little time Thomas had to think about her was spent impressed that she was so calm.

Late in the night, as Thomas was collecting the last sets of data from the new eager participants from Fortis, Doodlehopper unfurled herself from the bed, slipped the nodes into a jacket pocket, strode over to the other side of the room, and began a series of stretches. Thomas kept glancing at her form as she pulled her limbs into what seemed like highly pinaful contortions, all without noise or a change in her neutral facial expression. She then began to move her body through some form of martial arts forms, though Thomas didn't recognize them. Whatever it was, she had complete control over the forms she practiced that night, never wavering a muscle or seeming off-balance.

The each slept, clothed, in a separate bed. As Thomas lay in the dark, pushing himself to sleep and failing miserably, he couldn't deny the sexual tension between them. And it wasn't a chemical attraction; it was the uncomfortable tension of two people who recognize their sexuality but don't want to act on it. Thomas had to admit to himself that he wanted her, but he knew that getting involved was a bad idea, especially right now when a bunch of very serious, very deadly men were trying to kill him. And the girl definitely didn't want any physical attention from him. Thomas reflected that she probably wanted someoone much younger htan he, closer to her own age. She was probably fifteen years younger than him. She could almost be his daughter.

He knew where this line of thought was going, and pushed it away before it turned to his pathetic love life. He threw himself onto his side, pulled the thin, uncomforting sheets around him, and forced himself to think of nothing until he finally drifted off into an uneasy sleep.

Thomas awoke with a bang.

(More VR story later today.)

Well, that was interesting.

I'm writing this a few hours after returning home from a course by Edward Tufte, who has written a lot about information design.

What is information design? It's the study of information presentation, really. How can information—data, numbers, trends—be presented in a way that accurately reflects the information itself? In other words, if I've found out about an outbreak of cholera, and I've found that it's related to a particular water source, how do I show that relationship to people in an umambiguous way?

(I do it like this:)

[John Snow's Cholera Outbreak Map]

The course came with all three of Tufte's books, as well as his pamphlet denouncing PowerPoint (except as a computerized replacement for a static slideshow). I've skimmed or read all of them, and they're all excellent—informative, dense, witty.

Tue, 11 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:45 p.m.</p>

Incidentally: I'll be at an Edward Tufte course all day tomorrow, so no VR story snippet until Thursday.

3:49 p.m.

A friend suggests I might feel better if I ranted here.

Ironically, everything I need to rant about has been improving a bit over the past couple of days. But, I don't need to let that stop me.

Sleep. Sleep's been a big weight on my mind lately. I've been unable to fall asleep until after midnight, then I've woken up groggy and exhausted. Repeat. And it's kind of amazing how much of an impact that's had on my mood. I've tried everything I can think of, including sleeping pills, and nothing's helped.

Then, I was completely unable to sleep Saturday night (but at least I finished the first of Dan Simmon's Hyperion books, which was brilliantly written). This was the cap to an amazingly busy Saturday. Sunday, I went to church then spent the afternoon with my Mom, and after she left I fell asleep and didn't wake up until late Monday morning.

So, that's left me dazed and feeling out-of-sorts.

Then, the alien parasite illness of last week prevented me from doing pretty much anything productive, and I'm still recovering from that.

So, I'm mildly frustrated and annoyed.

Ummm. There we go.

I just wish I had done something in the past week or two. I feel like a drain on society right now; passively consuming but creating nothing.

Yes. Yes. I know. No updates in practically forever, other than anaemic posts Thursday and Friday.

To be honest, I'm just not feeling like it. Work is stressful, and my sleep patterns have become all wacky again, to the point where I have very little time at home when I'm not either asleep or trying to go to sleep.

So. My apologies, and I suggest that you expect a Week of Suckage here.

Fri, 07 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 7, 2004

Whatever this illness is, it feels like some sort of alien parasite from a bad Star Trek episode. Normally, I get these things and I suffer through them and then I'm okay in a couple of days. This is day number six and counting. I'm not nearly as bad as I was on Sunday or Monday, but I'm still coughing and wrestling with an upset stomach. Blaaarrggh.

Anyvay. I've spent much of my time just lying in bed, doing very little.

I did watch a fair amount of anime this week, though: Last Exile volume 2, Texhnolyze volume 1, Tokyo Godfathers, and Angelic Layer volume 2. I also saw the first twelve episodes of the Clone Wars animations, which left an odd taste in my mouth.

I can't summon the energy to write up my opinions on these, except that they were all good in their own ways. Except for Clone Wars, which was frankly just a really poor choice of animation and direction style.

Thu, 06 May 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 6, 2004

I'm not dead yet.

Just sick. A nasty cold grabbed hold of me on Sunday and wouldn't let go.

More VR story:

He put one thumb underneath the goggles and pushed them up onto his forehead, and arched an eyebrow at Doodlehopper.

"They want to help," he said, and he couldn't help smirking. Doodlehopper just gave him a sour look.

They stood at one end of a Greek theater, and Doodlehopper was trying valiantly not to look fed up with the proceedings, and failing miserably. She was not impressed with the large granite stage on which they stood, backed with twenty-foot stone arches that framed the faded indigo mountains and blue sky in the distance. She was less impressed with the granite seats carved into the living rock in front of them, creating enough room for hundreds of spectators. And she was least impressed with the handful of people that were either standing around them or seated at the first row of stone bleachers in front of them.

She reflected that her attitude may have been caused partly because the person inspecting them most closely was wearing dull green space armor, and she'd never like scifi games. She'd dated a few scifi freaks, and they'd all been a little too obsessive about their back issues of Starlog for her tastes.

"I don't trust them," announced the man in space armor, straigtening up and walking back to the stands.

"Panic doesn't trust them. What a surprise," muttered a waifish teenaged boy wearing a white, Greek-style tunic.

"I don't need to hear anything from you, Side," said Panic, rounding on the teenager.

"OKay, okay, enough, you two," said a middle-aged Caucasian woman in green adn brown Renaissance peasant garb. She stepped forward from her place a few rows back, stepping up onto the stage to stand before Thomas and Doodlehopper.

"So what do you need?" the middle-aged woman asked.

Thomas threw a searching glance at Doodlehopper, who returned it with a look of stone. She was not happy, and this made him more uneasy that he liked to admit to himself. He reflected that it probably wasn't a good idea to piss off the person who'd just saved your life.

He picked his words with the delicacy of a chef shopping for ingredients. "Some people in meatspace seek to do me physical harm. Possibly kill--OW!"

Pain spread like fire through his right shin. The crowd leaned forward; Doodlehopper hadn't moved at all. "Just a second," he announced as he slid off his VR goggles and looked down.

In the dingly light of the motel room, Doodlehopper was just withdrawing her foot and placing it back on the floor. Thomas blinked for a moment, his brain unable to understand this, until he realized: somehow, the girl had turned off her system's physical feedback without disconnecting her from VR. And all while she'd been standing right next to him. Slick.

"What're you trying to do?" she hissed at him, still wearing her goggles. He was momentarily amused by her sightless head thrust out at him.

"What?" he asked. "I have to tell them what's going on."

She blew out an exasperated breath. "If you tell them that someone's trying to kill you, that'll tell 'em exactly how deep in over your head you are. You're in enough trouble without scaring anyone away."

He pursed his lips. "You're right," he admitted, and slipped his glasses back on.

"Sorry," he said to the crowd, which had resumed a conversation but now turned its attention back to him. "Hit my leg. I'm being pursued. I need to find out who they are, and get some protection."

Panic was shaking his helmeted head. "You need the cops, man, not us."

Thomas paused purely from dramatic effect. "The cops might be in on it, for all I know."

Side leaned his thin body back, smirked, and said, "Interesting." He turned to look at the middle-aged woman, whose face was clouded with worry. "Whaddya think, Mother? Let's vote."

Wed, 30 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 1:13 p.m.</p>

And here's an item from Lileks:

An interesting story from the AP - but only for the headline. Read the story. Read the headline. Find the concerned analyst.

Books-a-Million had a big sale this weekend. This is dangerous for me, because almost every time I enter a bookstore, I leave with some books. This is not an exaggeration; nine times out of ten, I cannot simply browse a bookstore and leave.

Partly this is because I love books. I own over six hundred of them, and they span a wide variety of genres—well-bred classics, rich historical references, lavishly illustrated cookbooks, cheesy mysteries, grand old comedies, straight-laced business how-to books, daring science fiction, dry computer guides, wild fantasy epics, and even wilder Japanese manga.

Since everything in the store was at least 20% off, I ended up buying nine books: Mike Nelson's satirical novel Death Rat, Sara Douglass' fantasy The Wayfarer Redemption (which sounds oddly like the title for a certain prison movie...), Christopher Paolini's young adult fantasy Eragon, Roger Ebert's The Great Movies, Robert Rodriguez' diary of guerilla moviemaking Rebel Without a Crew, the "How to Draw Manga" book Making Anime (which guides the reader through the production process at AIC, the anime studio that made Tenchi Muyo!, El Hazard, and many other anime classics), the Berlitz Self-Teacher for Spanish (because, frankly, a working knowledge of Spanish can be exercised almost daily these days), and a collection of Edgar Allen Poe's works.

By the time Saturday was over, I'd read Ebert's The Great Movies and most of Rodriguez's Rebel Without a Crew. The former is a very handy reference to classic films, why they're classics, and their relevance for modern film viewers. It's also wonderful to have all the cross-references that Ebert sprinkles throughout to various films made by the films' casts and crews.

Rodriguez wrote a simply inspiring book. Most of it is simply his diary as he wrote, filmed, edited, released, and shopped an action film called El Mariachi at a total production cost of $7,000. The rest is a personal note to the reader, a "Ten Minute Film School" that provides some very basic information about film cameras, and repeatedly exonerates the reader to just go out and film something. His theme is that ordinary people can make good-looking movies without spending their life savings, and that it's not about the tools. It's about just going out there and doing it, finding ways to make it look good and sound good. He demonstrates that practical, real-world experience is much more important than theory.

(For the record, Desperado and Once Upon a Time in Mexico are both sequels to El Mariachi.)

And now, more VR story.

Thomas flexed his fingers, feeling the luxurious slip of the black leather gloves caress his hands. The gloves were heavily wired, but the wires were so well-integrated that a casual observer would think they were work gloves from ten paces.

He sighed in contentment, smiling at the gloves. This felt good. He was back in his chosen environment.

A fringe of blonde hair leapt up from behind a nearby cluster of servers and routers, followed by the head and shoulders of a teenaged boy. He had the desperate energy and rapid, bird-like moves of a young man who loved where he was and lived in constant fear he'd make a wrong move and be sent away.

"So, ya like it?" he asked, his words coming in machine gun bursts as he ran his fingers over various switches and scanned blinking lights for a dozen different power-up sequences. "It's all the latest. Yaguchi, ARM, you name it. This is some top-of-the-line stuff." He giggled. "Nothin' like the best."

Thomas grunted. Youngsters like this one just annoyed him. This kid was probably the persona behind a hundred different forum hacker aliases and script kiddies.

Doodlehopper walked up, cradling a mug of something hot between her hands, her face doing a poor job of masking worry. Now she was Trinity crossed with Florence Henderson.

He didn't want to ask why she hadn't volunteered to go in with him. It was odd. But he knew that if he asked, and she'd simply forgotten, then she'd insist on going in. Best to let it lie.

He looked over at the teen, who was now squinting into the screen of an ancient cream-colored laptop and beating an uneven staccato beat on the keys. "Hook me up," Thomas said.

Tue, 29 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 29, 2004

Too tired to write a full update, and it's late. Nothing to report since yesterday. I have a few things written, which I'll try to upload soon. Finished reading Mike Nelson's Death Rat last night, which deserves a review lasting more than a few words. Short version: It was as funny as I'd expected it to be. Very much a first novel, but a highly respectable first novel.

Mon, 28 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 28, 2004

Saturday was Otherspace Productions day, sort of. Both the animators—the in-betweener and the CGI artist— came over for the afternoon. The in-betweener showed me a sequence she'd completed, but pointed out that it needs to be re-drawn. The original keys are inconsistent, and fundamentally don't look right. For example, lain's trenchcoat doesn't move at all in the keys, but it needs to billow around her. The animation would work from a distance, but not at the sort of distance I need for the establishing shots.

So. What to do? The key animator is currently on vacation, and I want this fixed. So, I had the in-betweener start work on re-drawing the first key herself. She borrowed my lain art books as reference and did a good job, which I think will be end up looking a lot better.

Meanwhile, the CGI artist punched up the opening scene with a road and more buildings in the background. I confess I'd been mentioning the need for lots of background buildings for awhile, to the point where she reassured me several times that there would be plenty of buildings. Just before she left, she showed me how she'd added dozens of buildings, and we laughed as I agreed that that looked good.

We all had a pretty good time. We spent a fair amount of time chatting, a fact that I felt ambivalent about for a little while. I wondered if I should be pushing them to return to their work after five or ten minutes of discussions about manga and video game consoles. But, no. I certainly have long chats at work myself, and I consider that a reasonable aspect of doing a job. Humans talk, and I'm perfectly willing to let them (and myself). I'm reminded of a scene in the Animation Runner Kuromi anime series, in which the studio president enters the main production room to see a chaotic but energetic crew working, trading paper, and resolving mini-crises. He smiles and sighs contentedly. I think that that's a good perspective.

On the other hand, I have realized that I'm already spending a lot of money on this. Even paying these artists minimum wage for part-time work, I've already spent $291 on matrix experiments lain. I'd hoped to make it for under $500.

The CGI is the main expense. The CGI artist is spending a lot of time on the shot. This is not a condemnation of her; I can watch her and see that the assembly of all the elements takes a lot of time. I'm planning to call her and explain the situation and ask if there's any way to speed up the process. In fact, I may just tell her that I'll pay her through Saturday, then we'll pause work on the CGI shot until I've paid for more of the animation.

Fri, 25 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 25, 2004

You know a piece of music is good when you can listen to it in a variety of different circumstances, and it fits all of them.

In other news: Otherspace Productions is killing me. When the animators return to my apartment tomorrow (for an extended period of work, no less), I will have had animators there doing one thing or another for four out of six days. It's fun and exciting to see my dreams materialize on a monitor or a drafting table six feet from my eyes, but I didn't expect it to require quite this much time.

And it doesn't even take up much of my time. Mostly, I get to putter around my apartment while the animators frown at the paper or screen. But I haven't gotten used to this, so my mind stays in Animation Company President mode. I might be able to do a few little chores, but it doesn't feel right to switch on the PS2 and play some Final Fantasy while these animators struggle with an expression or a camera movement.

Oh, yes. I bought a PlayStation 2 last weekend. I still don't know quite why. I've been thinking about buying a console for awhile now, but couldn't make myself spend the several hundred dollars. So when I went in to Best Buy to look at their selection of DVDs (they often have a few good films at a steep discount), I never planned to buy a console. But I wandered over to the games, and browsed the different games and systems, and suddenly realized that I was going to walk out of the store holding a console and a few games.

I went with the PlayStation 2 mainly because it's the primary system for the Final Fantasy games, and seems to have a solid lock on a lot of good games. I'd rather not give Microsoft any more money than I have to, and the GameCube's selection seemed paltry to my eyes. So, what the heck. I'll buy a GC if I need to.

Thu, 24 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 24, 2004

Otherspace Productions has been taking up a lot of my time lately.

My CGI artist came over Wednesday morning, where she showed me her work and began integrating lain herself into the animation. It's a shame I don't have more time to devote to animation; I can only spare a few hours in the morning, and even that requires me to wake up early.

But it's fun. Don't get me wrong; this is not a situation where I can shift from complaining about work to complaining about animation. Animation gives me real joy.

Now to deliver.

Thomas gave Dana his best Sherlock Holmes indulgent smile. "You have enough processing power here to map the human genome." More than that, he thought. "I look around and the people I see are all hackers. Young. Stereotypically, loners. Not the types who normally stay together in groups this large, not for long."

She shook her head, still smiling. "This is sort of a convention," she said. “We all know each other online, and we've gathered here for a couple of days' worth of harmless fun."

He snorted, but kept his own smile pasted on his face. "In a giant warehouse?"

Her smile was turning into a newswoman's plastic smile. "It was available."

He struggled to keep the contempt out of his voice, but failed. "And you all just happen to drive large, unmarked moving trucks?"

She tried to spit out a comeback, then turned and furrowed her brows further. Thomas was impressed with himself. He had her completely on the defensive. This was working.

She turned back to him, her eyes dark and furious. "Listen," she growled. "We took you in, and we're giving you free access to our net. Why? Because we trust Doodle." She jabbed a finger at his chest. "Don't kill the goose that lays the golden eggs."

Thomas gulped and nodded as Dana whirled and stalked off. Thomas wondered if he'd made a mistake. And he suddenly remembered another bit of the Art of War: He wins his battles by making no mistakes.

Doodlehopper sidled over to him, a playful smirk on her face now. He tried to let it lighten his mood, but Dana's reaction had jangled his nerves too much.

"So," she said. "You really showed her, huh?"

He gave her a sidelong look. But he found himself chuckling, and then the tension eased out of him and he was able to laugh. She laughed too. And it made her look pretty.

Tue, 22 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 22, 2004

Okay. Okay okay okay. No updates except for the weird one on Friday. Yeah.

I don't really want to apologize for this, because as I see it, I'm not posting these journals exclusively for readers. Obviously, I want people to read it—otherwise why would I put it online?—but this journal is only a part of my life, and sometimes I don't have much time for that part.

The in-between animator came over on Monday, and that went perfectly. She drew for a couple of hours while I caught up on my cooking for the week (stir fry and cookies for meals at work). She did a great job, considering that this is her first experience in animation, drawing three out of her shot's four drawings in 2.5 hours. And all of those drawings were exactly correct, as far as I could see. She plans to return on Saturday to do some more work.

Meanwhile, my CGI artist e-mailed me today to let me know that she's "stopping by the studio" (ha!) tomorrow morning to show me what she has thus far for the opening shot. Very very cool. This is working.

So I'm feeling good. My full-time job is a bit stressful at the moment, but not too bad; I just have a lot to do.

Fri, 18 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 18, 2004

Yeah, yeah, this has been another Week of Suck when it came to updating my journal. In many ways, the week was uneventful; I worked, I came home, I exercised, I wrote a bit, I watched anime.

In other ways, this was a momentous week. I hired two animators this week, one to do in-betweening and another to work on the CGI intro shot of Matrix Experiments Lain. It scares me, frankly. I'm going to have to meet with these people, and figure out how to explain things, and pay them money, and avoid frightening them with any of my geeky ways.

For example, one female animator will be coming over to my apartment this Monday morning to work. I'm worried about the impression she might get about working in a basement apartment, alone with a guy, the heavy door closed. But I insist on having the animators physically work with me, if at all possible. I've had too many artists working from home flake on me.

Also, I have very high standards. I don't know if these people can do it, and I don't know if I'll be able to explain to them exactly what I want. This is all so totally new.

So, I'm scared. But then, I'm pursuing my dream. I'm willing to experience a little fear to make that happen.

Anyway, here's this week's bit of the VR story (which I'd really like to name one of these days):

"He's a client." It was Doodlehopper's voice, a warning growl from off to his left.

"So?" asked one of those holding a shocker. "Could still be dangerous. Might've tricked you."

Thomas felt sweat pop out on his forehead. If any of those shockers touched him, he'd be in serious pain. Worse, if they decided to be nasty, he could be dead. He'd seen videos of gangs jabbing captured victims with shockers. After thirty or forty shocks, the nervous system gives out.

A husky, older woman's voice came from ten or twenty feet in front of Thomas and said, "Let him go. We can trust Doodle."

The neon spears drew back and away as their holders slipped back into the shadows of the warehouse. For that's what it was, now that Thomas' eyes had adjusted to the light. He could see the outlines of large moving trucks huddled all around the floor, and nearby, literally tons of computer equipment stacked in seemingly haphazard piles.

And now he could see the people, dozens of them. About half were sprawled in small knots of two or three, occasionally swigging from a can of beer or biting into a microwaved snack before setting it back down on top of a server or router. The rest of the occupants were dancing, swirling, gesturing, and enrobed in VR gear. First-rate VR gear from what he could see.

Doodlehopper grinned at him from where she was standing, arms crossed against her black vest, watching him. "Welcome to Safe House," she repeated.

"You can stay here for the next twenty-four hours," said the older woman, a chestnut-haired scowler named Dana who hadn't lost her beauty as she aged into her forties. Thomas frowned as the ancient microwave chugging away on the floor near him went silent. His eyes clouded, and he absently pulled open the door to carefully remove a steaming Asiabowl.

"Whatever you say," he replied, trying to keep his voice calm, ripping the top off and taking a whiff of the food inside. You had to check for freshness when dining with Young Hacker Types. It smelled very good, though he knew that was partly because he hadn't eaten much lately. He nodded at the folks around them. "Can I ask you about this place?"

Dana smirked, but without humor. "You can ask."

He willed himself to stay calm and grabbed a pair of chopsticks from a bunch sticking out of a Styrofoam cup. He stirred the cooked tofu and rice as he composed his thoughts. He recalled the Art of War. The clever combatant imposes his will on the enemy, but does not allow the enemy's will to be imposed on him.

"What is your purpose?" he asked, almost casually, his eyes on his food.

Dana's eyebrows furrowed for a second, then she gave him a broad smile. This had as much humor as her smirk. "Why do you think we have a purpose?" she asked, spreading her arms.

Doodlehopper shot Thomas a worried look over her plate of noodles.

Tue, 15 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 15, 2004

Maybe it's obvious. But it made me laugh. From TNH's blog:

Gandalf: What happen?
Samwise: Somebody set us up the orc.
Pippin: We get signal.
Gandalf: What!
Pippin: Main seeing stone turn on.
Gandalf: It's you!!
Saron: How are you Fellowship!!
Thu, 10 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:48 p.m.</p>

Okay. You're a massive entertainment company. You have a new TV show that's generating significant critical acclaim, airing on two networks. One network—for whatever reason—decides not to air one episode. What do you do?

You stream it on the web for free, of course.

That's exactly the situation Geneon Entertainment is in with their anime series Koikaze. It's a drama about a very depressed young salaryman who suddenly runs into his younger sister after a long period of separation, which dredges up all sorts of memories. Geneon could have simply clammed up about it. They could have released a regret-drenched press release that blames the network for not showing it. Instead, they made sure their customers got their show.

A round of applause for Geneon, please, in celebration of at least one company that gets it. Thank you.

Quick link: Zeyad just posted part 1 of an article about Iraq's tribal history at Healing Iraq. Informative, deep, and just plain fascinating, this part of the article discusses the distant past, particularly the psychology of the Arabian tribes who have influenced Iraqi life so much.

Wed, 09 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 7:25 p.m.</p>

Macrame owls.

I'm beginning to agree with Something Awful. The internet makes you stupid.

...And whoops! Almost forgot to upload another VR snippet. Here we go....

He waited for a few more moments, looking around at the scenery. There wasn't much to see. A thin strip of blue sky peeked out above the buildings around them. The buildings themsevles looked like warehouses or converted office space, just like a thousand other buildings in the city. Which might be why Doodlehopper's stopped here, he thought. Perfectly anonymous cover.

"TK421," Doodlehopper murmured, loud enough for Thomas to hear. He looked at her, debating whether to ask what she meant, and saw that her head was turned towards him but she was staring down the street. He looked in that direction; nobody was there.

"The color of television, tuned to a dead channel," she said, still looking at nobody. He must have given her a weird look, because she flashed a grin at him and made a motion with her hand to ignore her.

"Home seems about right," she said, then arched her back, levering herself off the concrete and standing upright without using her arms.

"What..." Thomas began. Doodlehopper grinned at him again, then turned 180 degrees and bowed, gesturing at the wall. "Welcome to Safe House," she said.

The concrete wall which she'd been leaning against promptly melted away, revealing an entrance as black as a monolith. No light penetrated. He realized—late enough to make himself feel like a fool—that Doodlehopper had been reciting passphrases to the door.

Doodlehopper sauntered into the light-swallowing doorway. Thomas hesitated, then followed. As he stepped through the doorway, his eyes were assaulted by a sparkling array of lights, some distant and some close, most blinking or shifting in the electric life of a psychedelic dream. The lights barely illuminated a few feet of wall, so he felt rather than saw the high ceiling and figured that the entire building was one big warehouse.

But once his dazzled eyes had a second to adjust, his attention was immediately draw to the large streaks of light hovering in front of him, and a second later he realized they were the ends of shockers. Each had been modified to glow a bright color, one candy-cane red, another banana yellow, and the third a hideous neon lime green.

He gulped and halted, straining his eyes to see beyond the shockers at the people wielding them, but the lights were too low and his eyes couldn't yet adjust from the morning sunlight outside.

And if you e-mail me with the correct source of all three passphrases, I'll e-mail you back with a sneak preview of an upcoming VR story snippet. Here's a hint: They're all from science fiction.

Also, the VR story will be getting back into VR eventually. I've written it. We just need to get Thomas into real safety.

[matrix experiments lain]

Okay. So. I'm meeting with three potential animators this Saturday morning.

This makes me feel...weird. Oddly elated. Tingly.

Arg, I'm not communicating this well at all. I feel joyful. Energized. I'm actually doing it.

A small voice in the back of my mind wonders if I won't be just as tired of this animation business in a few years as I am with technical writing now. But somehow, I can't make myself believe it. This is exciting in a way that programming or tech writing never was.

Now that I'll be meeting with them, I suddenly realize I should have some sample artwork for them to look at, so I need to print out a sample booklet. All of a sudden, there's stuff to do.

Tue, 08 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 8, 2004

'Twas going to post something about my hunt for a condo to buy, but instead I stumbled across Seth Godin's wonderful entry for today, Needles, haystacks & magnetism. A quote:

What chance is there that your totally average resume, describing a totally average academic and work career is going to get you most jobs? "Hey Bill! Check out this average guy with an average academic background and really exceptionally average work experience! Maybe he's cheap!!"

He's right. I'm currently looking for animators for Otherspace Productions. I browsed several dozen resumes recently, some of them resumes that were sent directly to me in response to my job posting. Some of these resumes listed waitressing and secretary work. Why on Earth did they list, on a resume which specifically states that they want a graphic arts position, that they once had a job at Applebee's?

More telling, perhaps, were the resumes sent to me electronically through a job service. Each resume had to be accompanied by a brief "cover letter." One was blank. The second stated, "I saw your job posting. I would like to work for you. Here is my resume." (My internal response to these has become, "That's obvious. That is also obvious. That, too, is obvious. You just wasted 200 bytes of hard drive space, fifteen seconds of my time, and several minutes of your time."). The third said, "I've done some animation work, and I love anime. I want to work for you."

Guess which potential animator I'm most anxious to meet?

Mon, 07 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 7, 2004

I really should describe my absolutely horrible Thursday. But, you know, sometimes the combination of distance and pain makes an experience even harder to discuss than normal. I recall someone describing their memories of the Holocaust by saying, "As time went on, it actually got harder to talk about it. I just wanted to avoid dredging up those feelings again." I understand.

Not that my Thursday was anywhere near like a Holocaust; it was just a very bad day. I'll explain my two chief experiences briefly.

1) My boss (who was my boss, then wasn't my boss, and is now my boss again...all in the course of the past two months) informed me of a potentially significant problem with my hours here, which he asked me not to reveal the details of for certain sensitivity reasons. Suffice to say that somebody acted like a jerk.

My boss assured me that he (my boss) was perfectly okay with my hours, and that I can continue with my hours for at least the next couple of months, by which time this will probably all have blown over. But that was demoralizing.

2) When I got home, I began baking a cake for a going-away party the next day. I'd used the same recipe a week previously, to ensure that it would work. Everything went perfectly. I put the first two cake layers into the oven, then after about fifteen minutes swapped them. They seemed...odd. So I checked the recipe.

I'd forgotten to add sugar.

So. That was ruined. I was extremely frustrated and just threw myself down onto my bed, gritted my teeth, and just let myself be frustrated for a while.

After a few minutes, the new motto I've been adopting floated into consciousness: Embrace Change. I knew I wanted a cake. Okay, so I'd have to change my plan. How else could I have a cake in time for the party? Easy; just go to the store.

It wasn't as special as a home-made cake. But it was a cake, and it was there, and we had a great time sending off Sasha.

The weekend: I spent much of Saturday online, taking care of a bunch of Syllable things, and shopping for new summer clothes. Sunday was mostly a time for condo hunting, meeting with my parents, and cleaning up some bits and pieces here and there. Seeing other peoples' messes while condo hunting inspired me to clean up my own.

I did manage to write some more of the VR story, though. Which is pretty cool, as I haven't been writing all that much lately.

Thu, 03 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 3, 2004

Well. Apparently, I now maintain a porn site. The page is safe to view; it just includes links like "lesbian videos" and "free cartoon sex".

Background: I created a website that lists hardware compatible with the AtheOS operating system. I called it Azaka and registered www.azaka.org. I then left the community and handed over the reigns on that site to somebody else. The domain name lapsed, and it got bought out by somebody who copy-and-pasted the basic HTML (not the stylesheets that made it look pretty) onto their own server and added links to various porn sites. But they kept my "This site maintained by Brent P. Newhall" notice at the bottom.

I've e-mailed the registrar, asking them to take my name off within a week. If they don't, I'll try calling them. They included apparently valid information in their registrar information. This could be entertaining.

Wed, 02 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 2, 2004

Forgive the stilted phraseology of this post. After I get home from work each day this week, I do more work to finish up one particulalry onerous document by the end of the week. The result: I can barely make myself write these journal posts, much less write anything like the VR story.

I've discovered that Buster Keaton is indeed God.

I'd read that this was true, mainly from Chynna Clugston-Major in The Kids Are Alright. This weekend, I sat down with two Keaton films: The General and Steamboat Bill, Jr. Remember Walt Disney's first cartoon? Steamboat Willie? Yeah, it was a reference to a Buster Keaton flick.

Keaton's brilliant, and not in the way I expected a silent film star to be. He's a master of economy; he never moves except when needed to enhance the comedy. This is not to suggest he's minimal. It's just that when he does move, every muscle is part of a comedic action. He can perform acrobatic stunts as well as anyone I've ever seen, Jackie Chan included.

He's also one of the first "lovable loser" characters in film. He manages to pull it off perfectly, which is particularly difficult considering that one essential characteristic of the lovable loser is his/her ability to pull through in the end. The character must be truly heroic, eventually. And here again, Keaton delivers; his characters literally throw themselves into danger when the time comes.

I also finally saw all of Charlie Chaplin's film The Great Dictator, a devastating spoof of Adolf Hitler (and made when Hitler was still alive, in 1938-1940). You wouldn't think anyone could make Hitler funny (ther was "Springtime for Hitler" in The Producers, but that was absurdity as opposed to true parody), but Chaplin made me laugh out loud at the furious arm-wavings of the self-important dictator Adenoid Hynkel. And my throat tightened at an amazing shot as a Jewish barber watches his shop be torched and burned by the SS. And then came the abrupt but fabulous speech at the end, which clearly comes straight from Chaplin's heart.

And now, more VR story. Boy, I'm glad I'm ahead on this; there's no way I'd be able to write more this week.

Doodlehopper stood up from between them, a tazer in each of her hands. She was wearing only a black sports bra and black panties. She looked like an Amazon warrior rising from her kill, glorious and proud and beautiful.

She looked at him, ensuring he was okay, and he realized he was staring at her body. He looked away, blushing slightly, knowing that that was not a road he wanted to travel.

Doodlehopper grinned like a wolf at him, then turned and walked into the bathroom. "Get dressed," she said as she pulled her clothes on.

Thomas nodded to himself. Yes, clothes were a very good idea right now.

They slipped through grimy back alleys and slunk across intersections still empty in the pale, ghostly grey of early dawn. They paused occasionally to warm themselves on plumes of warm steam that bellowed from the grates that punctuated the pavement. Once, they stepped into a coffee shop and bought oversweet donuts and coffee that tasted like thin crude oil. And they continued to run.

Thomas let the girl lead, though after an hour or so of following her zig-zagging path across the city he began to wonder if she had any specific destination or was just wandering.

"Where are we going?" he finally asked.

"Safe house," she replied over her shoulder, and kept moving.

They crept along an alley that was so narrow it was dim as a cave despite the morning sun. On either side of them stood grim concrete buildings, their lowest floor covered with riots of graffiti and their upper floors studded with grim little windows that seemed to begrudge the light.

Doodlehopper stopped halfway down the alley and laid one hand on the concrete wall next to her, almost casually, then turned and leaned her back against it, folding her arms against her chest and glancing up and down the alley.

Thomas stood next to her for a few moments, listening to the buzz of traffic in the distance, then said, "Um, what are we waiting for?"

She continued looking around, but grinned. "Can't tell you," she said. "Just wait."

(Yay! Now I'll get lots of hits from perverts searching for "panties"!)

Tue, 01 Jun 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:22 p.m.</p>

This is some sort of lineart manga thingie. It tells a story, without words. Odd and somehow engaging. The artwork is alternately crude and nuanced.

...While, if you want to book a flight somewhere, you might (not) want to try SkyHigh Airlines, a perfect parody of airline companies. "Flying is expensive. Let us cheapen the experience."

I'm working on another new writing project: an audio drama.

Why another new writing project? I crave variety. I want another adventure to write, other than the VR story. But most of all, this gives me the opportunity to write something that I'll be performing. There's something very different about the spoken word than the written one. The words come out differently. I want to play around with that.

I wrote the first part of the story a few weeks ago, and finally recorded a decent performance last night. I don't want to post it until I have a few more queued up, though.

The story is set in a Jules Verne universe where English gentlemen take rockets to the moon and fight off little green savages. It's fun to write—though difficult, because the basic form is so new to me—but I worry that it won't quite work. Audio drama seems a very hit–and–miss proposition to me. Sometimes it's engaging, sometimes deathly boring.

Well. I'll never succeed it I don't try, right?

Thu, 29 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:42 p.m.</p>

Here's an attempt at describing my life for the next few weeks:

SunMonTueWedThuFriSat
25 July26272829
Today
30
Otakon
31
Otakon morning, drive to Saalon's
1 August
At Saalon's
2
Drive back in morning
34567
8


91011121314
15161718
Sign townhouse contract
19
Review townhouse
2021
Move clothing, pots, pans, etc.
22 - 28
Move books and bookcases, one load per night
 

So. Yes. I feel like the robots in classic Star Trek who were given a set of logical impossibilities. "Every-thing you say is false...but if that is true...then it can-not be true...il-log-i-cal...il-log-i-cal...."

Owning a home has become a big part of American culture. Note Fannie Mae's radio ads, fashioning itself as a pillar of the American economy (an ad campaign that happened to start just after the Justice Department began investigating them for massive fraud on a scale that would impress Enron execs, but I'm getting off-track). A touch of awe enters peoples' voices when they tell their children, "Some day, you'll grow up, and you'll own your own home."

Homes are massively expensive. My knees get weak at the idea of a $10,000 plasma screen TV; my townhouse will cost twenty times that. It's an astronomical sum.

So, I guess I'm justified in being blown away by this whole process.

[Ghost in the Shell TV screenshot]

In other news, I watched the first disc of the new Ghost in the Shell TV series last night. I hoped it would blow me away; it was "merely" entertaining. Perhaps this was simple too-high expectations. This is a huge property, and it has some of the best staff in anime, from Masamune Shirow to Yoko Kanno to Production I.G. I expected brilliance.

I got a good techno-thriller. It's essentially a cop show set thirty years in the future, where the world was created by a real futurist. This is a believable future.

The protagonists are the members of Section 9, a "grey ops" team that's heavily armored, amazingly skilled, and charged with the most delicate of missions, from defusing hostage situations to investigating rogue robots. The series keeps the strong cast from the manga, but chooses very odd voices. The leader of the team is the tough-as-nails pragmatist Major Kusanagi, but they gave her an almost silky, Madonna-like voice. Togusa is the newbie to the group, a fantastic shot but unsure of himself. His voice is deep, mature, and confident. The others don't suffer as badly, but the voices just don't match the characters.

On the other hand, some series need a few episodes to establish themselves, so this one may improve as time goes on.

Wed, 28 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 28, 2004

Um. So. I don't really have time to write an entry that fully describes my experiences today, but I did want to record this:

I now own a townhouse.

Well, I don't exactly own it yet; we won't close on it until mid-August. But I've signed the contract, and the seller's signed the contract. Everything looks golden.

I don't really have an emotional reaction to this yet. I'm overwhelmed. It all happened so fast; I saw this place for the first time on Saturday, and four days later I essentially own it. I've committed to a $200,000 mortgage. Eep!

But I know that this is the right thing for me to do now. I need to be putting my money into equity.

And now, more of the VR story:

Thomas grinned and walked over to where she sat with two others, a man and a woman who both looked him up and down. They had very young faces, and lacked the casual grace of most of the others here.

"Coaching more newbies, eh, Surge?" Thomas said, straddling a bench.

She beamed at him; the others looked slightly embarrassed. "They're coming along," she said. "Sharky here's really good." She cocked her head at Thomas, arching an eyebrow. "I haven't seen you in a long while. Good to find you back in the game. Take out a few more Itharlik for us." Thomas took a breath to correct her, but her face darkened and he let her continue. "We've been losing a lot of pilots lately, Deathshead."

He waved it away; this was the nature of space combat flight sims. The game must've just gotten harder, he figured. Surge's eyebrows drew together, and she leaned forward like a conspirator from a paperback thriller. "No. It's not like that," she said, her voice low and insistent. "It's...."

She glanced at the newbies; the girl was looking alarmed, while the guy seemed politely bored. A frown flashed onto her face and was replaced with a bland, professional smile. "I think you two need more flight time," she said. "Go sign up for a mission. Something routine. You can't handle a pack of F.B.s just yet." The guy looked disappointed, but they both agreed and left through a side door.

"Hey, wait a minute," Thomas said, and pulled his hand away. He had been yanked around by far too many women lately. "I need to talk to you."

To his surprise, she turned and nodded, desperation in her eyes. "C'mon," she said. "Privately. In my quarters."

He blinked. This was...unusual. Was she asking him back for sex? It was fairly common for pilots to simulate "close quarter combat" in these games, though the games never had full-contact hookups to allow for actual physical stimulation. But her eyes weren't shining with lust. It was more like fear.

He briefly debated with himself about leaving now. He had a lot of other contacts to meet. But something about her expression melted him. Maybe, he reflected, he was becoming soft. Not good for a man in his position.

Confusion blossoming in his mind, he nodded and allowed her to lead him out of the mess hall.

Tue, 27 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 27, 2004

Yes, yes, no updates. Much wailing and ululations of reprobation. I'm a baaad blogger.

Much going on in my life. For one, I'm buying a townhouse, which scares me cold. I'm going to have to pay several thousand dollars just to perform the financial transaction. That's without actually paying for the thing. And I feel bad when I spend more than a hundred bucks on anime.

I know that this is the right thing for me to do right now, because for months now I've been unhappy with the fact that my rent isn't really getting me anything other than a roof over my head. I'd rather that money go into a mortgage on a property, which I can always sell and at least get the money back.

I'm overwhelmed at the enormity of it. I have to spend several thousand dollars, which I don't really have. I'll have to deplete my savings. Fortunately, my parents can loan me the rest, but still....This is the biggest financial transaction of my life.

Pretty cool, really.

Fri, 23 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 23, 2004 [Book cover]

For the past several months, I've been reading Aaron Copland's What to Listen For in Music. It's a difficult book to read in one sitting, as it cover so much musical territory. I finally pushed through the last half of it this week.

It's an amazing work, really. Copland manages a concise overview of many major classical music styles and a guide through the process of musical composition. But running throughout every chapter is a constant thread of the lay listener's reaction to all of this. Copland is always answering the question, "How can the lay listener better appreciate and understand music?"

For example, his description of the rondo form (which, using letters to denote each distinct musical section, might be written as ABACADAEA...), is accompanied by exhortations to listen to rondos with this form in mind, to hear exactly how the composer is using the form. Understanding the underlying form gives the listener a fuller understanding of exactly what the composer has been able to do with the form.

And fortunately, Copland also encourages the reader to listen to new types of music. Rather than disparaging new and experimental styles, Copland points out that any dislike of a musical style is usually caused by insufficient exposure to that style. One must spend time listening to electronic music, for example, becoming used to its forms, before one can judge it.

He repeats the importance of listening to music, too, and the fact that nothing can improve our appreciation of music more than that practice. So, I've begun integrating that into my life, spending a little time each week listening closely to a classical piece. No distractions. I listen for the instruments being used at any given time, the overall melody being played, the accompaniments that bolster the melody, and the overall melodic line of the piece. And it's exhausting. I listened like that to Beethoven's first symphony, and had to stop after fifteen minutes, overwhelmed with musical input.

A little knowledge can change everything.

(Sorry I've been forgetting to post the VR story. I plan to start posting more again next week.)

Wed, 21 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 21, 2004

Wow, are my legs and feet sore. But, y'know, it's a good kind of sore. (Cue the Far Side cowboy punctured with about two dozen arrows who, in a daze, is saying to his partner, "Yeah, Clem, it hurts, but y'know, it's a good kind of hurt.")

Tuesday night, I decided to act on some information I'd read in Runner's World about running barefoot. Apparently, a lot of current research suggests that the benefits of running with shoes aren't significantly outweighed by the benefits of running barefoot. And the benefits of running barefoot? Our feet were designed to provide us with a lot of feedback, and shoes muffle that feedback. As a result, it's much harder for our feet to tell us when we're running in a way that's damaging to our knees or legs.

And you know all those African Olympians who run barefoot? Apparently, they have don't get knee problems or leg problems nearly as much as those who run with shoes.

So, I figured that running barefoot was at least worth a try. I stripped off my socks and shoes, changed into my running outfit, and hit the pavement for a two-mile jog.

The sidewalk was mostly clear of debris, so my sharp eye was enough to keep me away from twigs and fallen nuts. For the first few minutes, I put on quite a spectacle for anyone watching at such a late hour, as I was practically prancing from one foot to the next. I wasn't used to it, so I placed each foot with the care of a wary deer.

But after a few minutes, I settled into a natural gait that was fairly similar to my regular running gait, and after about ten minutes I was really jogging. At that point, I began to appreciate the sensuous pleasure of every footfall, feeling the texture of the sidewalk. Some bits of concrete were slightly rougher than others. A few steps onto the cool wet grass was like a mouthful of whipped cream, delightfully smooth and refreshing.

By the time I returned to my apartment, my feet were complaining as though I'd been whipping them, and I headed straight for the shower. To my surprise, upon inspecting the bottom of my feet, I found that they were merely dusty. There were no blood-filled cuts or cratered gouges in my skin.

After a few hours of rest, my legs are still very sore, although that must be partially due to a general soreness in my legs over the past few days. My feet are a little sore, too, but considering the sensations I experienced tonight, it was well worth this.

I don't know if I'll run barefoot every time I run, but I certainly can't wait to do it again.

Tue, 20 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 20, 2004

One of the great advantages of moving out of one's parents' house is the ability to go back.

My parents hosted a neighborhood party on Sunday, and I decided to go. It was a fun opportunity to see neighbors that I hadn't talked to in years. And, I could bring deviled eggs.

The eggs were a bit of a chore, as I've been working for awhile to perfect a system of baking the eggs instead of boiling them. I could put them on the racks of the oven (which was set for 325 degrees Fahrenheit), and they'd cook fully, but each had two large brown marks where the egg had rested against the grill. I finally solved the problem by stopping after fifteen minutes, five minutes, and another five minutes to rotate the eggs slightly. After the last rotation, five more minutes in the oven (thirty minutes total) cooked the eggs through. Then it was just a matter of tossing them in cold water and peeling them. Two of the eggs burst in the oven, but one was okay so I ended up with ten deviled eggs. Mixing mayonnaise and sugar with the yolks to taste was all else I needed to do.

Then, after arriving early and helping my parents get ready, I chatted with old neighbors for several hours. It was great. When we moved in twenty-five years ago, most of the families had young children, so I was used to hearing the shouts of kids playing as I grew up. As time went on, they all grew up and the new families were either much older or much younger—new couples who didn't want children—and the shouts of children faded from the streets. But a few families with children have moved in recently, so I had the pleasant experience of chatting with joking acquaintances while children roamed the property, shouting and squealing to each other.

[The Maltese Falcon]

Afterwards, I stopped by Blockbuster's and rented The Maltese Falcon, as part of my program to watch Ebert's Great Movies. I watched it almost immediately after returning home.

The Maltese Falcon was completely different than I'd expected. It's amazing how much I thought I knew from short clips and sly references.

For one, Sam Spade is incredibly slick. As someone in the film puts it, he has a fast mouth. He's not necessarily smart, but he can always come up with some explanation or justification or line of questioning on the spot. That's probably what elevates the character into greatness; he has a unique power.

Morever, Spade—like every other character—has strange, hidden depths to him. I was never quite sure what was going on within each character's head. Even at the end, characters betray surprises about their motivations.

John Huston did a masterful job with the camera, zooming in or out—sometimes just slightly—to emphasize a plot point or keep the actors in the frame without resorting to a cut. It's the sort of camerawork that's often overused in Hong Kong filmmaking, where the camera will rapidly zoom in on a character's face from a long shot, to heighten tension. In Hong Kong, it was exaggerated; here, it is used with supreme finesse.

Overall, I was as impressed as I hoped I'd be for a Great Film.

Mon, 19 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:54 p.m.</p>

Lileks agrees with me about Spider-Man 2's music:

Oh, and for those who insist that Elfman's score is still something special: hum the theme. Go ahead. Just try.
James Lileks, July 19, 2004

Otherspace Productions is going well. I had three folks over at my apartment on Saturday: an in-betweener (who was actually redrawing one sequence to fix some errors in the key cels), a CGI artist, and a background artist (who was also the CGI artist's boyfriend and is helping her significantly with the CGI).

I've discovered that CGI is quite expensive, partly because of audience expectations. CGI is supposed to be intricately detailed and relentlessly realistic. We're used to excellent CGI, really.

The other problem with CGI, though, is its elasticity. It's so easy to change things that I can always find something to tweak, something to improve. I could spend the next six months adding detail and otherwise changing this one shot. Meanwhile, it's costing me hundreds of dollars.

But we're making solid progress; the shot is beginning to progress from good to jaw-dropping beauty.

[Spider-Man]

After the animators left, I went out to see Spider-Man 2. I liked it, though it didn't live up to my friends' reviews, most of which claimed it was better than the original. I still like the original a bit more, mainly because this film seemed more muddy. The plot is straightforward, and a lot of scenes drag on for quite awhile with no real change coming about as a result of them. The film was never boring, but it was often ponderous and sluggish. I'm reminded of a quote, "Any work that aspires to greatness should carry its justification with every line." Spider-Man 2 was a very good film, but it didn't reinforce its justification often enough.

I'm also disappointed with the music, though this also applies to the first film. When I listen to a piece of music from Star Wars or Lord of the Rings, I can often identify the exact scene it accompanies. I can recognize individual characters' themes. I can't do that with Spider-Man music. Spider-Man's music is a series of horn trills, of music that accompanies the film but does not flesh it out or make it any more alive. It's like playing Rhapsody in Blue on a kazoo; yes, the melody is still there, but it doesn't have the full force it deserves.

I was not disappointed, as some of my friends were, with the obviously CGI nature of the later action sequences. I was thrilled with them, actually, because they were actually able to portray a big comic book fight. Comic book characters don't look real when they fight. The fights are supposed to look larger-than-life and impossible.

I also simply must point out my favorite shot in the film. When Doctor Octopus is going nuts in the operating room, one of his victims dives for a chain saw. It's a shot that would be right at home in Evil Dead 2 (from what little I've seen of it) or Army of Darkness, which is by the same director. Hilarious.

Fri, 16 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 16, 2004

I'm feeling a little better today, especially as my deadline at work was pushed back two weeks. Yay! I can go to Otakon guilt-free!

[Death Rat cover]

A few words on Mike Nelson's Death Rat, as promised:

I'd hoped the book would be gut-wrenchingly funny, but assumed it would be just a solid, fun book. It definitely fell into the latter category. It reminded me a bit of Terry Pratchett's early Discworld novels, actually; off-kilter and unique comedy combined with an intricate plot involving several very unusual heroes and antagonists.

The story features a "snowball" structure—the protagonist makes a bad decision, and things snowball into wilder and wilder situations. In this case, a middling historical author named Pontius Feeb decides to write a silly beach novel, but publishers are interested in writers that they can send around on book tours, and they certainly can't push a nervous old man in front of an audience to read from an adventure novel. So Feeb gets a strapping young friend of his to pretend he wrote the book. And things snowball from there.

One of the things I really like about the book is its focus on the upper Midwest. It's a part of our country that gets far too little exposure in the literary world, and I enjoyed getting a glimpse at the hardier peoples of Minnesota. These are sensible people—just as likely as any others to be prejudiced and stupid, but they have a simple certainty about themselves. If they indulge in trifling hobbies, it's not because they're desperately struggling for a sense of identity.

And it's those sorts of touches that make for enjoyable reading. I enjoyed it because of what Nelson brings to the book as his own unique person. As it stands, Death Rat was a heck of a lot of fun, and the sort of book I know I'll enjoy reading again.

Thu, 15 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:17 p.m.</p>

As expected, I'm in a fairly dark place right now.

This is expected because I've now lived long enough to have learned that – simply because of regression to the mean – emotional high times in my life are usually followed by relatively low times. The high time, in this case, was my week with Saalon, which was a joy and fulfilling on several levels. He was great, and I loved hanging out with his friends. It was one of the best weeks I've ever experienced.

My current low is related to this. I've realized recently that I have a paucity of real friends around me locally. The solid friendships I've made recently with people in this area have melted away as my friends have moved away for other jobs or opportunities. Those I have left are separated by emotional and ideological gulfs that prevent us from delving deeply enough to establish truly deep friendships. Sometimes, I haven't made much of an effort, but this goes beyond that. There are some people that you just hit it off with, and those are the people I miss. I love my more casual friends – they're great people – but I don't have the same emotional connection with them as I've had with those who've left.

Meanwhile, I felt like I hit it off with the folks up at Saalon's. I want to hang out with them as often as possible, to see movies and go drinking and sit around and shoot the breeze for hours and days and months and years. But they're all hundreds of miles away. I miss them, deeply. I live in Washington, D.C, where nobody stays long, and I'm used to people coming and going. But this separation affects me deeply.

Moreover, this comes at a time when I'm at a tough spot at work. The real deadline is very soon – a week from Monday, probably (it might get pushed back a week or so). I have a lot of work to do by then. Not too much, but a lot.

The problem is that I have absolutely no drive to do any of that work. I look at my to-do list – with a full understanding of the impending deadline – and I'm about as interested in work as I am in tractor pulls.

This lack of emotional reaction worries me. I'd rather be scared and working like Paul Bunyan on crystal meth than uncaring as I am. This makes it all the harder for me to actually do the work, and at this point I'm afraid that I won't have the gumption to actually do all the work that I need to do.

Which means that I may have to work quite a bit of overtime over the next few weeks. While I'm mildly depressed and need as much time off as possible to recover; otherwise I'll slip further into depression, which will further feed my apathy at work, and here we go 'round the mulberry bush....

I've filled my spare time with activities that are both fun and important to me – reading, baking, cleaning my apartment a little (for the psychological boost of exercising control over my environment), exercising, watching anime. But they don't help to banish the depression; they merely keep it from getting worse. I need to have the time to let the depression pass. And work is denying me that time, for several weeks at least (once the deadline hits, I'll spend two weeks with the customer as they review the documentation).

I wish I had a satisfying, pithy end to this entry. I don't. I just have me, and I'm feeling open-ended right now.

Most people seem to resent the controversial in music; they don't want their listening habits disturbed. They use music as a couch; they want to be pillowed on it, relaxed and consoled [from] the stress of daily living. But serious music was never meant to be used as a soporific. Contemporary music, especially, is created to wake you up, not put you to sleep. It is meant to stir and excite you, to move you—it may even exhaust you. But isn't that the kind of stimulation you go to the theater for or read a book for? Why make an exception for music?
— Aaron Copland, What to Listen for in Music

I intend to post a full entry today; I just wanted to put that up before I forgot.

Tue, 13 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 13, 2004

Okay, I'm back. And doing my best to return to normal.

Though, of course, our lives never return to a true, indefinite equilibrium. If history teaches us anything, it's the constancy of change and the vast variety of human nature. Living a "normal" life implies an average, which simply isn't meaningful when it comes to living life.

But I am trying to re-establish my routines, and find better ways to live. I had my animators over on Saturday, and spent Sunday afternoon with my parents, as usual. I thrive on routine.

My newest new organizational tool is a weekly to-do list. This list contains all the things I'd really like to do frequently, but often forget about. I print out a new list every week and put it on my desk where I'll see it every day, and I use it to remind myself of my priorities. Here's the list (unordered):

  • Faith-building exercise
  • Pray for ____ minutes (one more each week)
  • Rent (and watch) one Great Movie, from Roger Ebert's list
  • Watch one current movie in theaters
  • Watch anime
  • Read up on jazz
  • Read up on techno
  • Listen to a classical piece
  • Read a book
  • Read a long stretch of the Bible (multiple chapters)
  • Work on a Syllable application or tutorial
  • Call friends (Saalon, Brennen, others)
  • Practice piano
  • Practice violin
  • Compose some music

There's also space at the bottom to add items that only apply to that week (like, this week, capturing the behind-the-scenes video footage I taped last week and storing it on a backup external hard drive).

Wed, 07 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 7, 2004

More VR story:

"Done," the boy murmured, his eyes still fixed on the screen. "Put on your eyes, man, and go."

Thomas flipped over the goggles in his hand and saw that there was indeed a picture on the inside. Doodlehopper hid a smirk by sipping from her mug. Thomas chuckled at himself, then slid on the goggles. He twiddled his fingers, and....

He stood in the battered, dingy pilot's mess on the I.S.S. space carrier Tiger's Fang. It was a large grey chamber, evenly punctuated with metal tables and benches, and occupied by about twenty young, clean-cut men and women. The only ways to tell them apart in their grey flight uniforms were their skin color, hair color, and height, as well as the most important: the trim of their uniforms, in auburn, royal blue, and hunter green. There were only three uniforms with hunter green in the room, and their owners were all being treated like great samurai. Which, in this world's way, they were.

One whole wall was taken up by a vidscreen, on which was a list of about fifty names, with statistics for each. As he glanced, one name blinked out from a dirty green to a dim grey; a pilot had just died. He was the only one who'd noticed.

A couple of people turned when he arrived, and one attractive young woman surrounded by other pilots lifted an arm and yelled to him, "Oy, Deathie! C'mon over here! Haven't seen you in awhile."

Tue, 06 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 6, 2004

I should explain that I'm going to be out of town for all of this week. I'm up in Pittsburg, helping Saalon film his latest independent film, Dreaming by Strobelight. It's a really incredible experience, frankly. I'm helping him build sets and hold the microphone and just generally provide a helping hand.

He's got an amazing group of actors, too. I've read the script, and they all fit their characters perfectly.

So, I probably won't post any more until next Monday. I plan to squeeze in a posting of the VR story on Wednesday, but no promises.

(Sorry for the lame writing today, but I'm laying on an Aero bed at Saalon's at 1:52 a.m., and we got up at 8:00 a.m. last morning to start shooting. We filmed basic friend scenes, some cool hallway scenes, and an incredibly funky action scene that's set inside an insane dance club. I'm too tired to write evocative prose.)

Thu, 01 Jul 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 1, 2004

As I mentioned in an earlier journal entry, I'm condo-hunting.

I'm perfectly happy with my current basement apartment. It's spacious, the rent's only USD $700 a month, and I can decorate it however I want. If I move, I'll need to get at least one roommate to cover the mortgage, taxes, and condo and homeowner's association fees.

But right now, I'm tossing $700 out the car window every month. If I buy a place, I'll have hundreds of thousands of dollars in equity (over time). My monthly mortgage payment is money I can get back any time I want to, simply by selling the condo. And considering how property values are increasing every day, the odds that I'll ever lose money are very low.

The main difficulty lies in the price. I believe in buying only what I can afford, e.g., I want my expenses to be low enough that I'll be able to afford to pay it all even without any renters (even if it's financially straining to do so). At that rate, I can afford about $1,000 a month, which translates to roughly a $200,000 mortgage. And around here, there are very few condos or town houses that are that cheap (and are in decent neighborhoods, and aren't falling apart). I and my agent chatted with a young woman while looking at one condo; she complained about how difficult it is for someone who's just starting out to find a place to live. She has my sympathies; I'm lucky in that I have a relatively high-paying job.

There's one other aspect to condo hunting that's proving to be my central concern: Do I love the place? I've found condos that I like, and where I wouldn't mind living. But I haven't really fallen in love with any place yet.

On the other hand, I only started looking a couple of weeks ago. I have nothing pushing me to move. I can afford to take my time.

There's a big gulf between thinking "I could live here" and thinking "I want to live here."

Fri, 20 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 20, 2004

Reviewed the townhouse again last night. There's a lot to be done.

For those unfamiliar with the process, here's a quick overview of the steps required in buying a home:

  1. Look for homes that are being sold. You can do this through an agent, or not. The standard trade-off applies: If you use an agent, you have have to pay him/her fees when you "close" (more on that later), but the agent does a lot of footwork for you, finding homes within your price range, talking to the homeowners, etc. My agent was great, and well worth her commission. I just told her when I could go looking, and when I arrived at the office she'd have a list of a dozen properties that matched my criteria. Cost: None.
  2. Visit homes that are being sold. At this point, you're looking at major factors: Is it big enough? Do the appliances look new or old? Do you like the layout? You're not inspecting the plumbing under the bathroom sinks. Cost: None.
  3. Put a contract on a home. This is not purchasing. This is essentially a document that prevents the seller from selling the property for the time being. It's a way for the purchaser to state his/her intention to buy the property. The buyer can still opt-out later. If you're going through an agent, the agent will charge you fees to set up the contract. In my case, it was $3,000.
  4. Buyer Walkthrough. The buyer "walks through" the house, almost always with an accredited home inspector. The inspector's job is to inspect everything in the house, from the insulation in the attic to the heat pump in the basement, in detail. Ideally, the inspector will explain every test and result to the buyer during the walkthrough. Either way, the inspector then gives the buyer a complete list of "walkthrough items" that needs repair or improvement. For example, in my townhouse, the inspector discovered that one circuit breaker was overloaded with two wires—not imminently dangerous, but a violation of county codes—and that the fan in the upstairs bathroom didn't work, along with numerous minor details. Cost: about $150
  5. The buyer gets a mortgage. A mortgage is essentially a big loan, which is calculated so that it'll be paid back after a few decades. Most mortgages last for thirty years. However, with many mortgages, you can pay it off early. So, for example, I could sell this townhouse in two years, and use that money to completely pay off my mortgage (assuming I sell it for at least as much as I paid for it). I'm not locking myself into make mortgage payments for the next thirty years of my life. Cost: $3,000, in my case.
  6. Note: Some mortgages require a down payment, which is a small chunk of the loan that the buyer has to pay immediately. A down payment is required if the buyer has insufficient credit; it's a way for the mortgage company to be sure that the buyer is really serious and actually has access to significant money. The down payment is usually 5% or 10% of the full mortgage amount.

  7. Settlement (a.k.a. Closing). The buyer and the seller sit down with a title officer (not sure of the exact job title), who explains all the details of transferring ownership and provides the paperwork that both parties need. The buyer and seller sign the appropriate paperwork, and the title company transfers ownership of the property from the seller to the buyer. Done!

There are a lot more details involved, but I think I've covered all the major points.

[Gundam SEED Mobile Armor]

In other news, I finished watching the first disc of Gundam SEED yesterday. The first few episodes were just okay, but it's improved steadily by the end of the disc (episode five). It's got a solid cast of interesting characters, in the best Gundam tradition.

They're also raiding the weirder bits of original Mobile Suit Gundam for concepts, which they've reworked beautifully into items like the Mu La Flaga's mobile armor. From what I can tell, they took the ill-fated G-Armor, which was a clunky fighter/bomber that docked with Gundam to protect it and add firepower, and added the separatable gun pods seen in later Zeon prototype mobile suits, and combined them to create the blazingly fast mobile armor. All of the coolness, none of the drawbacks.

Thu, 19 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 19, 2004

Well, that's it. I closed on a townhouse this morning. I now own a home, as much as anyone actually owns one.

Amazingly, I'm not a complete basket case. I'm pretty calm about it. This was a decision I came to slowly and deliberately. This feels right.

More VR story coming later today.

Tue, 17 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 17, 2004

I read Donald Norman's The Design of Everday Things last week.

I expected a set of case studies in product design. Perhaps each chapter would be devoted to a particular modern appliance or tool — the teapot, the toaster, the microwave oven — and illuminate its faults and successes.

The book does study various everyday things, but it's much more of a manifesto than a set of case studies. It's a call for reasonable design. It pleads with designers to ask themselves, How will our users use this? What do your users need? Make it easy for users to do what they need to do.

Norman uses the phrase "it probably won a design award" disparagingly, as he points out that the profession of design often rewards aesthetic balance more than practical usability. For example, glass doors with no handles or plates, so you have no idea where to push or pull them. As you approach them, you wonder, Are they automatic? Do I push the door on the left side or the right?

Fortunately, he recognizes the inherent difficulty in achieving good design. He illustrates this with airplane cockpit design. A physical dial that shows altitude is more difficult for the brain to interpret than a digital readout, but a digital readout can fail while a dial will continue operating. Which is better? The decision isn't easy or obvious.

But many design decisions aren't that difficult, and Norman provides an excellent overview of the problems involved and the need for simply usable design.

Mon, 16 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 16, 2004

This past week has been a complete blur of work.

The customer came in to audit our documents. This translated to half a dozen folks sitting in front of computers in a conference room, electronically reviewing documents and writing up "Formal Action Items" if they found anything wrong. A Form Action Item is essentially a description of a problem that needs to be resolved before the customer will accept the documents.

Unfortunately, the customer was there from 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., and I had to be there at the same time. Because of my late-night sleep patterns, this wrought havoc on my body. I was exhausted all morning, and by the afternoon I'd been forcing my body for so long that I never felt 100%.

So, it was a tiring week. But the customers only wrote twenty Action Items, all of them minor, and they seemed content with the documents. It's always a bit hard to tell, as they're reluctant to praise.

On another positive note, despite my tiredness, I still completed over half of the items on my weekly to-do list. And some of the completed items were fairly time-intensive, like watching a Great Movie and assembling a new BeOS machine to replace the one that died.

This is on top of a week that included the roller coaster ride of my mortgage. First, the underwriters wanted very specific documentation about a line of credit that I have with my Mom and Grandmother, and it took several phone calls to various people to satisfy that requirement. Then, the underwriters wouldn't approve me for a loan with no down payment; they insisted on 5% down. But I don't have that kind of money on hand, so I had to arrange a quick loan from my parents.

Just to make sure I understood everything properly, I called my loan officer on Friday. She told me that I'd need to bring to closing the down payment ($10,000) plus $3,000 for closing costs (taxes, title insurance, fees). On Saturday, I received the estimates in the mail, and according to them I needed to bring the down payment plus $6,000. A worried call to my loan officer this morning revealed the situation: the mailed estimates were the first estimates we'd done on the property, and to be safe the loan officer had written in the highest possible amounts. We now have much more accurate estimates, which are indeed $3,000. Whew.

This whole mortgage issue has been quite a headache, actually. If nothing else, I'm annoyed at the number of hoops I've had to jump through and the confusing terms used to describe the money I need to pay. If a firm were to provide the same service in a package that eliminated all the jargon, I imagine they'd have a lot of happy customers.

Anyvay, I still have quite a bit to take care of: I called an insurance place to get some homeowner's insurance, and they're setting up a policy for me now. I need to call about buying a parking sticker. I still need to withdraw the cashier's check for closing on Wednesday. And I haven't even bought the place yet.

I look forward to the day when I'm at least somewhat familiar with this process.

Fri, 13 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 13, 2004

It's been a looooong week.

But at least I have my weekend free. Saturday afternoon will be spent working on Otherspace Productions animations. In fact, I assembled a rough version of one shot last night.

It's an odd emotional experience, assembling animation. I envisioned this thing months ago, and I saw it clearly in my mind, but that's all that existed. Thoughts. But last night, I clicked "Render" in Premiere, and lain walked towards me. A lain that I had created out of a random idea. I dreamt it, and now it's happening.

Meanwhile, my pending mortgage continues to be a thorn in my side. The underwriters are asking for all sorts of documentation, from detailed bank statements to money down. But it looks like everything is calmed down to the point where I know exactly how much I'll need to bring to closing ($3,000 for all the various fees, plus a 5% downpayment of $10,000), and all the underwriters need now is a detailed statement from one of my accounts, which they should be getting today. So it looks like I may actually be able to buy this townhouse on Wednesday.

In other news, I've been watching a ton of anime lately, trying to get through my stack of twenty or so anime DVDs to see. This includes .hack//Sign, .hack//Legend of the Twilight, Gundam Seed, and Angelic Layer, all of which I'm enjoying on various levels. I'll post more detailed reviews once I've actually had a chance to get through a disc or two.

Forgot to mention: a couple of weeks ago, I went out with a friend to see I, Robot. I liked it. I'm a major Asimov fan, too, so this may surprise some people.

The fundamental plot of the film concerns the Three Laws of Robotics, which are essentially a straightforward moral code for robots, and their potential for mis-application. This is a theme explored in Asimov's book I, Robot, which is really a compendium of short stories dealing with early robot development and various interpretations of the Three Laws. In all cases, the robots follow the Three Laws, but some robot models apply the Laws more liberally and some more conservatively.

In the film, this leads to an apocalyptic ending that is far too action-packed and melodramatic for Asimov's cerebral style. But the basic story does follow the pattern laid down in the I, Robot book, and there is nothing in the movie's philosophy that fundamentally disagrees with Asimov's futuristic beliefs. This is not an anti-robot film, or an anti-progress film. It's a film about the dangers and limitations of an exclusively logical approach to human problems.

Now that might have gotten Asimov's beard in a twist, as his books expressed his aggressively Carl Sagan-like belief in the ultimate superiority of the human brain to solve all problems. The greatest weakness of Asimov's characters is their tendency to analyze and talk about everything. Many of his books are little more than long conversations between characters. Anything could be solved if simply thought about for long enough.

The film of I, Robot points out the weakness of that approach, though again never in a way that undermines Asimov's stories or faith in the future. In fact, the film is an ironic pointer to the flaws in Asimov's characteristic approach to problem-solving (namely, extensive analysis and dialogue), demonstrating that that often isn't enough to solve difficult human problems. No amount of analysis can prove the existence of a soul.

Wed, 11 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 11, 2004

I seem to be recovering, according to my normal schedule (fine on Monday, dive on Tuesday, plateau on Wednesday). My mortgage continues its rocky road; I now may need more money than I expected. I can't really think about it enough to write about it, though.

For now, here's more VR story:

Kino blinked at Karl, then looked back at the three old men. The silence was so heavy Kino had difficulty breathing, and his pulse pounded loud in his ears.

"You have a third opportunity," said one of the old men. Kino felt his body sag in relief, but pulled it ramrod straight. "We will send an assistant. Go."

Kino and Karl turned, and froze. At the other end of the room, next to the doors, a man hung in chains, his head bowed to the floor. They pushed themselves forwards, out of the room, but kept their eyes on him. He had long white hair, but the body of a forty-year-old, clad in a long black trench coat. A strange, elongated bird perched on his shoulder and stared at them as they passed. The man in chains did not move, and they could see that his eyes were closed. Kino wondered if he was still alive as the door closed behind them.

As soon as they were safely out of earshot, Karl stopped suddenly, his eyes on the floor. Kino stopped and looked at him, then Karl looked up, straight at Kino, his eyes still reflecting determination.

"Kino," Karl said, "we're going to need guns." He paused to think, then continued, "Big guns."

Kino felt himself smile.

Surge pulled Thomas into a cramped room covered with bright posters that he didn't have time to look at; she immediately closed the door and began talking.

"It started a couple of weeks ago. Or, I noticed it then. Pilots were dying, and they weren't coming back." She folded her arms under her breasts and frowned deeper. "You know what this game's like, Deathshead. People may wander off after awhile, but we don't lose week-old players."

He felt himself gaping, and quickly wiped his expression clean. Surge never talked out-of-character; she always acted as if the game were real. Not that she really believed that, of course, but it helped preserve the game's believability if players avoided talking about it as a game and treated it as real combat.

"I did some checking," she continued. Her eyes met his, and fear shone out of them again. "They haven't been online since they died here. Not at all. I had some friends check, too, and they're thorough, Deathie. Real hackers."

Tue, 10 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 10, 2004

I am exhausted.

It's day two of the customer audit at work. Half a dozen people are here, reviewing my documents. It's hell, not because of their personalities (they're great), but because I'm getting up at 7:00 a.m. every morning to get in here on time. On Monday, I had to get up at 5:00 a.m. to print off my materials, after discovering over the weekend that the print servers were down.

And that's all I can force my fingers to write.

Fri, 06 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 6:17 p.m.</p>

In other news, The Register has an excellent article on the recent webloggers attending the Democratic National Convention. I'll quote a bit of a thought-provoking post by Seth Finkelstein quoted in that article, which neatly sums up the problems of attending a conference of 15,000 journalists while thinking that you're there to reinvent journalism:

The blunt question of readers is always "Why should I read you"? They're asking, what power and influence do you have, what intellectual worth do you possess, what is your place in the social hierarchy? It's not impressive to answer: "Because I am a unique and special snowflake".

Okay. Okay okay okay. You all deserve some kind of explanation for this week.

Monday I drove back from Pittsburg, getting in around 5:30 p.m. And then I went to work. I felt like a sack of wet beans, and that was the start of my week.

Tuesday is a vague blur. Nothing much happened, that I can recall.

On Wednesday I woke up early to attend the walkthrough of my townhouse. For those not familiar: This is where the buyer and an inspector rigorously test the house to ensure that it's in good shape: all the electrical outlets work, the dryer actually switches on, etc. This is not to see if the house is a lemon; it's to ensure there are no surprising details that the seller forgot to mention. In my case, the dryer ventillation hose wasn't actually attached to the dryer. There were a handful of other trivial issues; nothing major.

I then spent the rest of the day at work. And by that, I mean that I left work after midnight. My deadline looms.

Thursday, I woke up early to meet with one of my animators, who stopped by to show me the work she'd done this week—coloring several cels and fiddling with the CGI shot. Then, after barely two hours at, work I had to drive out again to meet with the key animator.

That's another story. Briefly, the key animator's been vacationing for much of the summer. But our animation work has been ramping up, so I've wanted to meet with her to talk about increasing her workload. This was the first time in about two months that she's been available to meet. Frustrating, though it's nobody's fault. I told her when she started that nobody else was working on this, so she could take her time. Now, there are five other folks working for Otherspace (not counting myself), and much of it is dependent on the key animator's work.

I then took my work home and worked on that until 1:00 a.m.

Friday, today, I woke up early to meet with my loan officer, to finalize the mortgage on my townhouse. That went reasonably smoothly, though I've just been notified of a slight problem I need to clear up.

I'm literally exhausted. My brain feels like cotton gauze, and my body responds like a golem's. I was hoping to work at least a little this weekend to completely catch up, but I physically can't.

I physically need rest.

Wed, 04 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 4, 2004

More VR story. Too tired to write more about my own life. Extremely busy week.

"We're dead, aren't we Kino?" said Karl.

The two thugs stood before a pair of massive red doors, each door fifteen feet high and five feet wide. On either side stood guards, dressed in business suits just like the thugs were. The guards held Uzis. Casually.

Karl nodded miserably and gulped. They heard a thunk that made them both jump, then the doors began to swing open, squeaking like a tortured rat.

They walked through the doors and down to the other end of the chamber, whose high ceiling seemed hundreds of feet above them. At the far end of the chamber was a raised dais, on which sat three ancient men in Chinese robes. The two thugs came to a reluctant stop a respectful distance from the dais. Kino flicked his imploring eyes from one stony face to another. Karl simply stared at the floor, like a child called before the school principal.

"You were ordered to kill Thomas Aznable," rasped one of the old men, his voice slow and precise. "You had two opportunities. Why did you fail?"

Kino spoke with the care of a soldier walking through a minefield. "He was being guarded, Boss."

"By whom?" said another figure with a voice indistinguishable from the first.

"He surprised us both times, Boss. Stunned us before we could see who it was."

They were silent for a moment, unmoving. One of them said, "Why should we give you a third opportunity?"

Kino was silent. He wracked his brains for an answer, but everything he could think of sounded pitiful. He couldn't have a reason.

"Because we won't get a fourth one," said Karl, raising his gaze to look at the three old men. His eyes no longer reflected fear; they reflected the determination of a creature that can see its own death and chooses to face it and go down fighting.

Tue, 03 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:40 p.m.</p>

In other news, DDR is tough.

I'm at work at the moment, trying to finish a document and completely overwhelmed by it. I'd hoped to be able to finish it today, but it's too big and I'm too tired.

ANN's right. This is is the greatest online poll ever. If you're not familiar with Tenchi Muyo!, you won't get it.

Mon, 02 Aug 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 2, 2004

Updating this journal has felt like a futile exercise lately. Writing well is rarely easy, but for the past few weeks it's been a Herculean task.

Problem is, I want to write journal entries that are well-formed and entertaining as well as revealing. I can splatter my life's ephemera all over these pages, but do I do so in a way that's clear and interesting to my readers?

That may sound like a mere whining fear, but it's not just that. I've realized recently that my journal writing could be much better formed. I want to write well. If I can write well, why not do so?

This came primarily from my recent purchase of Strunk & White's The Elements of Style, which prizes clarity and simplicity. Which is not to suggest that all writers should write like Hemingway; merely that writers should avoid unnecessary or unclear words. The written word should burst to life in crystalline clarity.

To completely change the subject: I'm back today from a wonderful weekend at Saalon's, attending the wrap party for Dreaming by Strobelight. I had a great time with the fifteen or so attendees, eating Lumburgers and drinking sake and playing DDR. I want to move up there even more now.

Thu, 30 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 30, 2004 Shadrone kindly asks if I've posted all of my VR story thus far anywhere. Oddly, I thought I had, but I can't find the file anywhere. I've made a note to myself to post it when next I have the chance, and I'll mention it here when I do.

My book o' the week of about a month ago was Joseph Lowman's Mastering the Techniques of Teaching, written primarily for college instructors but aimed at anyone who has to present material to a group over time.

I found it a bit difficult to read, despite Lowman's straightforward English. Mainly, it's because I'm not a college professor, so I don't have to worry about establishing office hours or determining course objectives.

But to be fair, the book's not about office hours or course objectives; it's about improving teachers' skills. The book advocates a holistic approach, encompassing the students, the environment, and the teacher itself.

Ironically, Lowman proposes that the best way for teachers to improve is for them to focus on their students. But understanding students' perspectives and problems, the teacher can present the most effective material in the most effective manner.

I found the section on student types most interesting, as it listed a handful of common student attitudes so that teachers can better empathize with them. The attitudes are:

  • "The typical compliant student is notably teacher dependent, conventional, and highly task oriented. Unlike other types, tehse students are comfortable with being dependent and are content simply to learn what the instructor wants them to know. Compliants speak in class most often to agree with the instructor or ask for clarification. They rarely pos problems or question the teacher's control."
  • "Anxious-dependent students...can be spotted early by their excessive concern about grades. Like compliant types, anxious-dependents want to learn exactly what the teacher wants them to know—but these fear that they will miss something....[they] distrust teacheres and expect trick questions or unfair grading practices. Their combination of high ambition, anxiety, and suspiciousness suggests that they feel angry about having less power in the educational setting than they would like."
  • "Discouraged workers...make comments in class that communicate a depressed and fatalistic attitude towards themselves and their education....Some may have worked so hard to earn high grades in the past that they no longer find learning pleasurable; they have burned out. Often they are older students coming back to school...who find it hard to regain their youthful enthusiasm. Some have jobs or families...."
  • "Independent students take what instructors have to offer and pursue their own goals in equal measure. They are comfortable (perhaps even detached or aloof) in doing what is asked of them...high participators, make friends with instructors easily, and identify with them to some extent, much as many graduate students relate to their professors."
  • "Heroes...lack the detachment of the indpendents, and seem anxious to make the teacher notice immediately what great students and interesting people they are. Most critically, heroes routinely fail to deliver on their initial promise. They are the erratic, optimistic underachievers who initially excite an instructor with their intensity and grand plans for independent projects, only to disappoint later with poor execution."

These are all presented in the spirit of identification, so that teachers can recognize the dynamics of the class early. None of these types are flawless, and of course there are innumerable variations on each.

Lowman does not focus exclusively on the students, though; a full forty-five pages are devoted to the instructor's craft. How can the teacher most effectively utilize the drama inherent in lecture? The lecture hall is a dramatic stage, after all. Lowman spends twenty pages answering that question.

So, overall, it's a good book. If I were a professor, it would be my bible; instead, it's a solid discussion of a complicated subject.

Wed, 29 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Had a pretty good night last night. Didn't write a thing, but I did manage to exercise and paint some more of my bedroom. It felt good to get something done. It always does.

Now, more VR story:

Thomas pulled up a window, typed a few commands, and closed his eyes. He ignored the growing sounds of creaking wood and horse hooves on cobblestones, giving himself room to be calm. He always had difficulty with social games.

He opened his eyes to find himself in an eighteenth century coach, surrounded by dark woods. Rich curtains hung, swaying, from the windows. He was momentarily thankful that VR couldn’t fully convey a sense of motion, as the coach bumped along its way.

The muffled clip-clop outside slowed, then stopped, and the coach came to a halt. The door opened, and Thomas unfolded himself into the night air. He stood before a large manor house, every window lit with candles, casting a warm glow on the black shadows of towering oaks around it. He strode inside, barely glancing at the scenery.

Within, a pastel kaleidoscope of skirts swirled and swayed and filled a large ballroom with the titters and murmurs of a hundred young gentlemen and ladies all vying for the next great dramatic moment. A string quartet at the far end of the room played Mozart.

Thomas ground his teeth together. He hated this place. The poseurs of VR all gathered here. This was a magnet for all the bored housewives and snobbish retired old men who didn't have the imagination for a fantasy game and instead vied for positions on the social ladder of a long-dead but longed-for society. Half of them were or had once been politicians, and that should tell you something.

He put on his best Mr. Darcy face and scanned the crowd. The quartet finished its precise rendition of Mozart—it was just a music file being aped by computer-rendered musicians—and the crowd paused and broke into polite but disinterested applause. And there she was, in a gold dress that glistened with jewels like dewdrops in the light of a hundred candles, her auburn hair made up in fanciful curls, just turning her pretty little head from the bland, beaming face of her dance partner to glance in Thomas' direction.

Tue, 28 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 28, 2004

Huzzah! Thanks to Brennen's tremendous work over the past few weeks, this journal is back to normal. I can post like usual again. Thanks, Bren!

In other news, I've been feeling rather blue for the past couple of days. I suspect I may be fighting off an illness.

The weekend was a bit of a dud. Saturday was unexpectedly busy; I spent it driving all around the area doing various errands. One annoying thing about the D.C. area is that it's so spread out. You can't just walk to the local grocery store. Old Navy? Sure, half an hour away....

It's particularly annoying when you want to buy, say, a dual 2.0 Ghz Power Mac G5 with 1.5 GB of RAM. Like I did.

Ahem.

Okay, I'll stop being coy. It's amazingly fast, yes, but I'm not geeking out about it. Really. To be honest, it's an Otherspace Productions computer. I bought it specifically so that we can render video and do other animation-related tasks rapidly. I can already tell that it'll speed us up. Heck, it's already sped me up in terms of being able to generate sample animations. So, the computer isn't my toy as much as it is a company resource.

Not that that will stop me from installing Neverwinter Nights on it, probably.

My slight shade of blue is due partly to my parents being out of town, which means I've had to take care of one of their dogs, and check in on my grandmother every day. Both of whom have been great; they're just extra gravitational stresses that have pulled me off-orbit. (Wow. Pardon the needlessly confusing metaphor.) They're both distracting in the same way that a low-level background process eats up processing time for a computer. I can still function; I'm just not totally here.

My little motivational intentional living thing has been working out well, though. I have kept up with it, so far. I'm running and performing strength training according to schedule, I'm writing every weekday night, I'm reading the Bible consistently, and I've been keeping up-to-date with Otherspace Productions responsibilities. It's been amazing to see that defining specific personal goals has an immediate practical benefit.

And in closing, if you ever get a chance to see it, Mezzo TV will kick your tail from here to Mars.

Fri, 24 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 24, 2004

When am I going to have time to get out in the garden?

Thu, 23 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 23, 2004

I've been a lot more responsible lately.

For example, last night I put the last dish in the sink, looked down at it, and though to myself, I want to have a clean, empty sink. So I cleaned all the dishes, gave the sink my Chlorine Enema™, and wiped it down with Clorox. And afterwards I felt good.

This is in contrast to my attitude at my old apartment, which I can summarize as "Eh." Picture a Gallic shrug to accompany it. It's not that I hated cleaning; I just had no particular desire to do so, and afterwards I felt no better than I had before.

This may be a result of my personal intentions, which I've been satisfying every day this week. And boy does that feel good. I'm really accomplishing things that are important to me.

Here's the townhouse that's receiving the benefits of my increased responsibility:

[Townhouse Exterior]

If you walk in the front door, you'll come into the living room. I took this picture just before I moved in. There's a lot more furniture now.

[Townhouse Living Room 1]

If you were to walk all the way back to that stepladder and turn around, here's what you'd see:

[Townhouse Living Room 2]

Then if you went upstairs, you'd come to a bathroom and two bedrooms. Here's the front bedroom:

[Townhouse Bedroom]

It's a nice little townhouse, really. It's just too bad that nothing works....

Wed, 22 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 22, 2004

Apparently, summer has grumpily decided to play ball once again. Temperatures were back in the 80's on Tuesday.

I had a tough time concentrating at work on Tuesday. I had a good day; more productive than almost any other day in months. But Monday was better, and I'm probably a bit worried that my initial enthusiasm is already waning. I was tired and generally a bit bored with documentation work. Hard to blame myself for that, really, and I shouldn't expect a good system to completely and permanently revitalize my work attitude. It's a work in progress.

I left work mercifully early to meet with my art teacher, who has returned from a summer of rest to her teaching. We worked on charcoal sketches of a skull, which was great, messy fun. There's something satisfying about messy art; perhaps it reminds me of very early days of finger-painting and pastel chalks, when art was messy and joyful and nobody minded.

I came home to my list of personal improvements, which I now realize I haven't explained here. I've chosen five areas of my life that I want to focus on improving: my body, my spiritual life, my job, my writing, and my animation company. I wrote goals describing how I want to be in those five areas a year from now, and what I need to do in the next three months to move towards those goals. Most of that ended up being daily activities, such as writing two hundred words of fiction a day.

I achieved all of them, including a twenty-minute run, a fifteen minute Bible reading, and a writing session that got out of hand and I didn't stop until I'd written six hundred words. There's an auspicious start to my personal improvements, I must say.

Unfortunately, I got almost nothing else done; for some reason I cracked my copy of Watchmen and couldn't put it down until I'd read half of it (to the point where Rorschach had just finished describing his genesis). What a depressing, frustrating, discouraging, bleak, brilliant book.

Now, more VR story:

He frowned. "What would happen in a player's death on this game that would keep them totally offline?" he asked. "Have you died recently? Have the deaths changed?"

She looked away, seeming a tad embarrassed. "Nothing's changed. I...well, I have to be honest with you Deathie, I haven't died since then. I mean, I haven't gone on any real dangerous missions. I just...haven't really wanted to for the past couple of weeks."

He felt himself gape again, and allowed himself to, partly to show her he realized the importance of her admission. Surge's full name was "Surgeon," and she'd earned it after so many players had described her nearly miraculous aim as "surgical." She was one of the best pilots in the game, she'd been on hundreds of missions, and she was always one of the first to volunteer for another one. And now she was so frightened she was avoiding combat?

She looked back at him. "I just had to tell someone. Sorry to dump on you." She forced a pathetic laugh. "Didn't mean to freak you out. It's probably just all my imagination anyway. I've been dealing with a lot of stuff outside of here. You know."

He nodded, slowly, his head spinning. He pulled himself together and looked her square in the face. "Listen. I'm in trouble. Somebody's after me...outside. I don't know why. Has anyone here been sniffing around?"

She shook her head. "No, nobody. Though it might've slipped by me, frankly. Are you in trouble, Deathie?"

His avatar gave her a sardonic grin. "Apparently. I don't know why they have a problem with me, though. But listen, Surgeon, you have to keep quiet about this. I know I can trust you. Don't tell anyone that anything out of the ordinary is going on. If anyone asks about why I logged in, tell 'em I just wanted to check in with you. And tell me. Okay?"

She nodded and said, "I promise." He breathed a relieved sigh. He knew several hundred people seriously in VR. He trusted perhaps five of them. Surgeon was one of those five.

Tue, 21 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 21, 2004

Sunday, fall arrived like a hammer blow. I woke up to a 70-degree house and that nip in the air that can only be found in fall. Spring can be cold, but it's a gentle kind of cold. Sunday morning hinted of falling leaves and leather jackets.

Sunday was pretty much perfect. I woke up at noon, which negated my morning but left me completely rested, so I figured that was a net plus. I then drove to my parents' and gave them their birthday presents—Dad's birthday was last week and Mom's was that day—and a plate of gingersnap cookies. We sat in the side garden I planted and simply enjoyed its lush elegance, now overflowing with plants that Mom planted. We then drove to Clyde's for a lovely dinner on the brick sidewalk, next to a sparse Oktoberfest tent from which emanated the sounds of a band playing everything from Edelweiss to Bad Bad Leroy Brown.

We then walked around to the movie theater to discover they their showing of Hero had started nine minutes previously. After a moment's deliberation, we decided to go for it, and slipped into our seats just as the final preview was ending. Huzzah!

Hero was brilliant. It's in the same visual and stylistic vein as Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, though of course the story and the spine were completely different. Hero is about larger aspects of courage and dedication to an ideal, while Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon focuses on aspects of maturity.

Hero is certainly a gorgeous film, filled with imagery that is clearly meant to be simply visually beautiful. I was tickled to see that CT,HD has spawned this new style of Hong Kong film: epic, bold, and beautiful.

(I was also tickled to see Donnie Yen, a personal favorite Hong Kong actor of mine.)

Then I returned home, to run stress tests on the Syllable file system and climb wearily into bed. A good day.

I slept late Monday morning, which is common for me. After stopping by Starbuck's to check my e-mail (which is a good example of why nobody can predict the future—imagine ten years ago predicting the trend of ubiquitous wireless internet access in coffee shops), I went to work and began using a time log.

The time log is a sheet of paper on which I note what I'm doing throughout my day. It's inspired by one of the articles at dexterity.com. The idea is to measure your time at work, to see what you're spending your time on. I began doing this last Thursday, and was shocked to discover that I was only spending 35 to 45 minutes a day actually working. The rest of the time was escaping out the valves of co-worker chats, e-mail, snack breaks, etc.

As I began keeping my time log on Monday, I discovered it was motivating me to think about what I was doing. I was much more conscious of my time. As a result, I spent three and a half hours actually working on Monday, about a six-fold increase. Excellent. I would like to eventually more than double that, of course, but it's an excellent start.

Monday night I went to a writer's group that meets once a month at a local Barnes & Noble. We critiqued two stories, and I handed out excerpts from the VR story (which I do intend to start posting again, now that I'm a little more used to the foibles of the new server) for critique. I'll be very interested to hear people's thoughts next month.

Sat, 18 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 18, 2004
Balance is a lie.

I've talked about life balance before, I think. Balance says that you should find a way of doing everything in its proper proportion. It says that, in a given week, you'll always be giving a certain percent of your time to work, another percent to your family, another percent to your friends, and so on. It says that you should seek a way of serving all your needs and goals essentially at the same time.

I think this is wrong.

I think that life changes too much to allow that. I think that sometimes we have to give 100% to work, to the exclusion of the rest of our lives. I think that sometimes we should sacrifice everything for a friend. I think that we should let our lives be unbalanced.

This is not to suggest that we shouldn't pursue all of our goals, or that we should let one thing dominate our lives. But I think a lot of people are pursuing an empty dream of balance, a goal that can never be reached.

A personal example: This past summer, Saalon needed an extra pair of hands in making his latest movie, Dreaming by Strobelight. So I took a week off work, drove six hours to Pittsburgh, and assembled sets and hauled props for sixteen hours a day. A very unbalanced thing to do. I had to put the rest of my life on hold, too. But it was one of the grandest experiences of my life. I would gladly pay to experience that week again.

Thu, 16 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 16, 2004

How to summarize the last few weeks?

I've moved in to my townhouse. That took quite a while, actually, about a month's worth of trips to and from my old apartment. I just have so much stuff; computers, musical instruments, clothes, books, CDs, DVDs...and none of it is easily trashed.

I'm not truly settled in yet, though. I still feel like I'm living in a hotel. I want to feel settled, like this is home, but I suppose I shouldn't expect that when I've only been sleeping here for a couple of weeks.

Work is interesting. I should write a full entry about that. I had my performance review, which went well; my bosses generally praised me but raised a few challenging issues. I need to change. And I'm changing.

[Neverwinter Nights box]

Meanwhile, I bought Neverwinter Nights a week ago, and have been playing it regularly. It's quite addictive. They designers made the smart choice of littering the world with quests; my character can hardly move fifty feet without bumping into somebody who needss a hero. And because the quests don't need to be solved in any particular order, there's always something else to do. If I get tired of one quest, I can always work on another.

It's just a shame that the Mac version is so expensive compared to the Windows version. I'm paying $50 for just the game (new), and the expansions cost $30 each; Windows users can get NWN and one expansion for about $20 (used) on eBay.

Would I buy a PC just so I could play cheap games? Not a chance. Windows is not worth my time.

Tue, 14 Sep 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 14, 2004

Okay, I seem to be having interesting problems with updating this journal, but at least it's back.

Short version of recent events: I'm fine, and my server is fine. It's taken an awfully long time to resolve a lot of weird little problems with the server, but on the whole I'm pleased with the server.

The new townhouse is good, though it's a lot of work. I'm kinda overwhelmed with everything there is to do.

More to come; I'm in a Starbucks right now and don't have time to write a long entry.

Thu, 28 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 28, 2004

Just a quick update from a local web café: I had an amazingly productive day at work. This seems to be caused by what I did this morning: I wrote out what I planned to do today. It was a simple little list:

  • I will work solidly all afternoon.
  • I will clean my townhouse.
  • I will write at least 200 words.
  • I will watch some anime.

I did this yesterday, and I did everything on my list. I'm actually looking forward to completing the list above.

There's something about the process of physical writing that makes things feel more real, somehow.

Wed, 27 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Blah. I'm in a funk at the moment. It's a combination of things, really: Last week's cold is still hanging on with a few skeletal fingers, just enough to keep me down a little. I haven't exercised in nearly a week. I'm not going to sleep until 2-3 a.m. every night, and the alarm goes off at 8:30, so I'm tired. Work is uninspiring. I'm in the midst of figuring out taxes for Otherspace Productions, and keeping all the employees informed. Ick.

And here's where the VR story started to get really fun to write.

Doodlehopper stepped back, completely nonplussed, her jaw hanging open in shock.

"You couldn't tell me that you wanted to go along, could you? No, you had to protect me from myself, like you've been doing all along. I had to be rescued from my own apartment. I had to be dragged to Safe House. I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being treated like a baby."

Doodlehopper spun to face the door and Thomas grabbed her shoulder and said, "Don't you run away—" But she was not running away; her every sense was attuned and pricked and straining. She turned and launched herself at Thomas, taking him down in a heap.

The shelves exploded in fireworks of brightly-colored shards of plastic and metal, glittering in the air amidst the fine dust of pulverized mass-market snack food. To Thomas, it sounded like an Apollo rocket was lifting off next door. His hands covered his ears as his eyes squeezed shut as he felt bits of shelving and less destructible foods bounce off his body.

The glass drink cases began to shatter and the bottles inside exploded in neon fountains of overpriced sugar water, flooding the floor in a sticky rainbow. The lights went next, each one shattering and sparking at random. Then, finally, the thunder of gunfire ceased.

On the street outside, three men stood in a line facing the store. Kino, the one on the left, looked nervously at the man in the middle. Karl, the one on the right, looked with awe at the man in the middle. The man in the middle wore a trenchoat which billowed in the wind, and in each hand he held a machine gun one foot in diameter. His muscles bulged, and his nasty grin twisted the nasty scar that ran from his right eye down to his chin into a serpentine shape.

The man in the middle stepped forward, his weathered military boots crunching on the shattered remnants of the convenience store's windows. He took a deep breath and yelled to the blasted wreckage of the store, "I am Grey Hackle the Heavy-Armed, and I have come for Thomas Aznable!"

Tue, 26 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 26, 2004

I finally finished watching the animated Soul Music (one of Terry Pratchett's Discworld stories) Monday night. Oh boy was it bad.

It was particularly bad for me as a nascent animation director. So much of it was good that the bad aspects jumped up and down screaming, spoiling the rest of the show.

The character designs were some of the worst I've ever seen, managing to be both plain and ugly at the same time. Worse, many of the shots were drawn in a terribly conventional manner. How to portray an emotional argument between two professors at Unseen University? Animate one guy from the waist up, talking to the camera. Cut to the other guy animated from the waist up, gesticulating at the camera. Repeat until the scene is over. Ick.

Worse, the characters are animated in a stiff, wooden way that I can't think of a way to accurately describe. They often look like puppets, their legs and arms gesticulating akimbo as if barely connected to their brains.

But there were great aspects. It's a story about rock music, and the music was amazing — perfectly capturing the spirit of The Beatles or the Stones at various times. The direction had some good moments. And most of the cast performed perfectly, particularly Christopher Lee as Death (no surprise there).

So really it's a mixed bag. Some aspects of it are top-notch; others are quite poor. Unfortunately, it's the animation> that's poor, which is most difficult to forgive.

If only I'd had the opportunity to make it.... <sigh>

Mon, 25 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 25, 2004

Normally, I enjoy Presidential elections. I find the give-and-take of public discourse, the unfolding drama of the race, the accusations, the presentations of evidence, all rather fascinating.

But this is the first year in which I'm honestly sick of the elections. I'm tired of reading political screeds on TNH's otherwise informative writing blog. I'm tired of folks ranting about Bush. I'm tired of people going nuts about every detail of Kerry's time in Vietnam.

I want to know four things:

  • What kind of man is Bush?
  • What kind of man is Kerry?
  • What does Bush plan to do as President, specifically?
  • What does Kerry plan to do as President, specifically?

That's all I want to know. Why are folks so focused on screaming about the other guy, and not praising their guy?

Fri, 22 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 22, 2004

Feeling sick. Launched a new Otherspace Productions website and a subsite for Summer Storm. Actually getting a lot done because I don't have to go to work.

Yes, this orange to which I've temporarily set my journal is kinda ugly. But it celebrates Hallowe'en, and that makes me happy.

Wed, 20 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 20, 2004

Hmmm. Forgot to write a journal entry last night.

Yesterday was a bit of a blur, actually. I made some stir-fry for work, I wrote a bit more of the VR story, I read a bit, and I went out running. Surely I did more than that. Can't think of it, though.

I've been rather frustrated with my lack of productivity lately, actually. I have a few major things on my to-do list: painting my townhouse, work on Cronan, and a number of updates to various websites (SUB, Syllable.org, Otherspace, and others). But I never seem to get any of that done; instead I watch MST3K or putz around the house.

Maybe I'm just ignoring my need for relaxation. Maybe I need to give myself some down-time when I get home, then push through some "productive work" later in the evening.

And now, more VR story.

He heard the scuff of boot on concrete and looked to one side to to see Doodlehopper walking towards him. She gave him a smile and leaned on a large rack of servers, her hands shoved in the pockets of her jacket.

"Do you ever let me out of your sight?" he said, returning her smile.

Her face clouded and she nearly blushed. Her eyes went to the floor. "Gotta keep an eye on you," she said apologetically. "I'd be a pretty lousy bodyguard if I didn’t."

"I don't mind," he said, waving it away. "It’s your job."

She relaxed visibly, and the server rack groaned as her weight shifted. "That's good. I thought maybe you'd explode when you found out I'd followed you in."

"Followed me...." He was puzzled, but only for an instant. "You were with me in VR?"

She blinked. "You mean...you...I had to! It's my job!"

He flushed with anger. "You didn't even trust me in VR? Detective work in there is my job! What, did you think that if something happened, I'd be defenseless and you’d just jump in and rescue me? You think I'm as useless in VR as I am in real life?"

Her mouth hung open, her eyes wide. His words hung in the dry air. The microwave beeped.

Thomas scowled at it, then whirled and stalked away. Doodlehopper pursed her lips, then pushed herself off the server rack and followed.

Doodlehopper trailed Thomas out of Safe House, down several grungy back alleys that were still dim in the wan afternoon sun, increasingly convinced that Thomas had no idea where he was going. He didn't seem to care; just striding forward like Churchill with a stiff wind behind him. He finally emerged on a reasonably active commercial street and entered a convenience store as though seeking vengeance against the owner. Doodlehopper entered quietly, eager to avoid any outright confrontation with Thomas.

She sidled over to the magazine rack and watched Thomas as he picked up a bag of chips and began reading the back. She watched him read that bag for twenty minutes. He only moved to switch the hand holding the bag.

She passed through astonishment and disbelief quickly, settling into resentment and anger for over ten minutes until rage pushed her to edge over to him.

"Oh, come on, Thomas," Doodlehopper hissed. Thomas turned to study several identical — but colorful — sugar-filled drinks in a loudly buzzing refrigerator. "It's my job,” she continued. "I have to protect you."

He whirled on her, his face contorted into an frightening mask of anger and frustration. "It's your job to hide things from me? To go behind my back? To spy on me when I’m trying to do what I do best?"

Tue, 19 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Sometimes, I feel like I'd be a lot more productive if I threw out my projector and was unable to watch any DVDs.

I planned to do many things last weekend—paint more of my townhouse, read, bake—but, on Saturday, I popped in the Star Wars: A New Hope DVD into the DVD player and noticed a commentary track. Neat, I thought, I'll watch some of it.

By Sunday night I'd watched all three movies all the way through, with multiple pauses to think about what I'd just heard. Heck, Irving Kirshner's (sp?) commentary on The Empire Strikes Back was worth the price of the DVD set. Everyone involved reveals many fascinating aspects of storytelling. They explain their approach to the stories, how they resolved plot problems, neat moments that were though up while filming. I was entranced, and it was all very useful information.

But I got comparatively little done this weekend as a result. And, yes, it's good to have more information, but information without action is useless. Perhaps if I'd only watched one of the films....

I did meet with the animators on Sunday, and things are moving nice and quickly. I think we should be done within the next month or two. I've already begun pre-production on our next animation, which I hope to finish within another six months. Then, I can approach investors and try to get money so I can do this full time. That'll be scary.

I did have a problem: I'm kind of out of money. I paid up all my bills this week, but it tapped all my cash, and I had forgotten to fill up my Otherspace Productions account. So I had to hold back my credit card payment (I had planned to pay off a fair chunk of it; now I'll only be able to pay a little more than the minimum) and transfer enough money to cover this week's work. I hate being in that position.

But at least it's working. I am getting animations made.

Fri, 15 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 15, 2004

Okay! Okay. So I forgot to post more of the VR story on Wednesday, and then completely forgot to update this journal yesterday. I'm a moran.

A brief aside: Some of my readers may have noticed that I regularly refer to this thing as a "journal," not a "blog." I do this because I'm 0ld sK00l; when I first thought about an online diary, "blog" was a contraction of "weblog" which meant a log of the web, literally a site where somebody would post links to new and cool things around the web, with minimal commentary. Plep is still like this. Sites that were primarily commentary or personal in nature weren't blogs.

However, the term "blog" has now come to mean "any site where people post updates in a journal-like way," so I'm thinking about relaxing my vocabulary enough to refer to this site as a blog. There's a certain satisfactory vocabulatory eliteness in knowing that I'm using the "proper" term, but it's kind of like grammarians who insist that you can never start a sentence with "and" or "but." We've outgrown that rule.

Anyvay, back to things. I've been watching a fair amount of anime lately, out of a desire to get through the several dozen discs that I haven't finished (or, in many cases, started). I watched the first disc of Chrono Crusade, which started out merely good and ended up quite impressive (as anime tends to be very good at doing). It's a fun series set in the Roaring Twenties, but with demons and nuns that pack heat. Underneath that, though, glimmers a heartwarming story in Rosette (the protagonist) and the kind demon that she's tamed.

I also watched the first episode of Gungrave, which is pretty much what I expected—slick and violent with a mysterious backstory, but nothing much beyond that. I don't enjoy violence the way I once did. That said, it was nice to see that the series copies Yasuhiro ("Trigun") Nightow's manga style more closely than Trigun did. Nightow has an almost dreamy, intricate style to his artwork that relies on incomplete lines and an almost sketchy feel that is lost when TV character designs go for simplicity.

Another aside: When an anime is made of a manga, typically a character designer is hired. The existing manga designs are almost always far too detailed to be drawn over and over again by animators. The character designer takes the existing manga designs and simplifies them, using fewer lines but retaining the essence of the artwork. This can compromise the artistic style somewhat.

I also popped in my disk of Neo-Tokyo, a.k.a. Manie Manie. I'd seen a fansub of this awhile back, and loved it; fortunately this was an excellent production. Every frame was intact, and the English voices are pretty much perfect. I was gratified to see that it was a Carl Macek dub; he's been redeeming himself impressively these days (especially considering his perfect dub of My Neighbor Totoro for Fox).

And now, more VR story.

He turned to her, lowering his voice to a whisper, and said, "That wasn't an act."

Her eyes widened. "What's the problem?"

"I don't know. Big guys keep coming after me. With guns. They're trying to kill me." He winced at himself for that, but even if Doodlehopper wasn't willing to trust anybody, Thomas was. "I've managed to get away from them so far, but my luck will run out eventually."

"Why?" she said, her voice perfectly composed but her expression intent on him.

"I don't know." She cocked an eyebrow and he said, "Honestly. My nose is clean." That made him uncomfortable, too. He was pretty sure this had something to do with Client D, but what good would that do for Bright to know?

"And you want me to look into it?"

He couldn’t help smiling. "You certainly are the quickest wit on this sim. Yeah. Do you know why anyone would want a VR detective dead?"

She shook her head. "I don't know of anything. VR detectives are, frankly, not worth the effort. A mistress, maybe. But your kind is too valuable to kill, and your associates are too nosy to let the disappearance of one of your own stay quiet." She frowned in thought, then rattled off a few unlikely scenarios which might explain his situation. He shook his head to each of them, explaining how they didn't apply. Finally she let out a frustrated breath.

"Well, I still can’t make heads or tails of this, but I'll look into it," she said, then grinned. "I won't even charge you for it."

He blinked for a moment, nonplussed. "Thanks," he said, suspicion laced through his voice. "No offense, but...uhh...why?"

She swept past him, towards the door. "Like I said," she replied, "Your kind is too valuable."

She opened the door, walked back out into the dance, and closed the door behind her. Thomas caught movement out of the corner of his eye, and glanced over to see a small tabby cat peer at him from behind one of the curtains. He grinned at it, then pointed at it and said, "That's two contacts, and two promises of help. Let’s see Doodlehopper complain about that!"

The cat meowed plaintively, and Thomas logged out.

Thomas peeled off his VR gear, handed them to the teen, and sighed and stretched, feeling his tendons pop. The teen turned towards a display and within seconds was back into a game of nethack, so Thomas wandered away into the depths of the warehouse to find something to fill his growling stomach.

It was like an odd sort of cathedral, where the thin light that filtered through the grimy windows above them cast deep, crossed pools of shadow in unexpected places among the random assortment of moving trucks, stacks of humming computer equipment, and plain cardboard boxes. And among it all, the blind and deaf worshippers danced to the internal lights and music of VR, oblivious to him and the few others who weren’t jacked in.

He discovered that the boxes were filled with supplies—food, soda, t-shirts (most of them illustrated with scowling Korean anime characters), even basic medical supplies. He grabbed a freeze-dried dinner and popped it into a random microwave, one of many scattered around the place.

I'm very proud of that next-to-last paragraph.

Wed, 13 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 13, 2004

I've found that it's much easier to take on a big challenge if you're a member of a group that's all doing the same thing. Ever noticed that, when someone relates a successful weight-loss story, they usually mention joining a class or running with a friend or otherwise losing weight with somebody? Ever noticed how many successful CEOs are members of various sports or business clubs?

I'm taking this observation to heart by joining a couple of groups through Meetup.com. Tuesday evening I went to the first meeting of a science fiction writer's group. It was literally the first meeting; earlier attempts to organize a group had failed, so we were all doing this for the first time. There were only three of us; myself, a guy who's had one story published, and a woman who hasn't even submitted anything yet.

We chatted and read each others' work for an hour and a half, easily trading advice and stories. As we walked to our cars, we joked about a group photograph of us all literally tearing apart each others' manuscripts. It was grand.

And now, I want to write.

(And I did, writing nearly 500 words of animation script tonight, despite exhaustion.)

Why was I exhausted? Because I forgot to eat dinner before the writing group, only grabbing an energy bar before meeting. I went to the grocery store on the way back and picked up some Chinese food, but didn't eat it until 9:30 p.m. So of course my body was sated with food and crashed hard, but recovered and kept me up until nearly 3 a.m. Arg.

Tue, 12 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 12, 2004

I should be writing right now.

I have decided to write at least two hundred words of fiction every day. If I ever want to be a published fiction writer—and I do, strongly—I need to write at least that much. And I'm generally most content with my writing when I write a little bit every day.

It's 12:21 a.m. Tuesday morning as I write this; my alarm will wake me in eight hours and nine minutes. I haven't written my two hundred words for the day yet.

The problem is that I have two major writing tasks. One is the VR story. I'm a bit dissatisfied with the VR story right now, though. It's hard to write. I feel like Paul Atreides in Dune when events became so chaotic that his vision of the future narrowed down to just the present, and he could no longer rely on his foresight. I've always had some idea of what to do next in the VR story, but right now I'm writing blind. It's an uncomfortable feeling, and I'd rather work on something else.

The other major writing task is the script for my next animation. That's even more difficult because I wrote the first draft, then received excellent advice from two folks. They suggested ways that I could re-think the script and strengthen the story. This will require a significant rewrite, but more than that, I'll have to approach the material from a different, better angle. It's always difficult to change your perspective from within yourself.

I could jump to another project. But that feels wrong, somehow. Instead, I think I should choose one or the other.

Because I haven't written my two hundred words for the day. But I will.

 

(Time passes...)

 

It's now 12:44 a.m. 213 words written on the VR story, and the first mention of our next villain, Zazun the Blade. G'night!

Mon, 11 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 11, 2004

I'm back from a really nice weekend. I drove up to Pittsburg for a wedding on Saturday. The service was in an amazing Gothic cathedral-style church, and the reception took place at a wonderfully intimate country club nearby. I knew a few of the folks there, so it wasn't lonely at all. I just wish I didn't have a mild cold throughout the entire thing.

I then met with Saalon and stayed over at his place for the night. Had a great time, just chatting. Drove back yesterday and watched some R.O.D. the TV and Chrono Crusade. I'm happy.

I've posted the rest of my old short stories to my writing website.

Note that I just posted my journal entry for last Friday, which I forgot to post at that time.

Fri, 08 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 8, 2004

Ack, I'm tired.

As requested by my boss, I'm trying to get in to work closer to 9:00 a.m. every day, rather than noon. The good news is that it's working; I'm waking up earlier and earlier every day. The bad news is that my body is still adjusting to comparatively early bedtimes. I'll be working just fine at night, then BAM the energy drains out of me and my body screams, "Time for bed!"

I really shouldn't complain, though; at least I'm getting onto a schedule that coincides with the rest of the world. It was frustrating to get the hungry at one a.m. and realize that nothing's open.

Quick status updates: Otherspace Productions is progressing nicely. Everyone's pretty busy. I'm writing at least two hundred words every weeknight, mostly on the VR story. I'd like to finish the VR story within the next six months or so (at least, this first draft). I'm reasonably productive at work, though not as much as I'd like to be.

And I'm increasingly settling into my townhouse. When I moved, I used the guest bedroom and the downstairs closet as a convenient place to stash miscellaneous stuff. I spent much of Sunday and Wednesday nights cleaning all that out, finally. Now the guest bedroom is mostly clean (all I have left in there is pieces of bed, the framed anime cels that I haven't hung in my bedroom yet, some old clothes I want to donate to the Salvation Army, a drafting table I have no other space for, and my isometric strength training device), and the downstairs closet is completely organized.

Of course, once the closet door is closed, I can't tell that anything's changed. But I feel good having done it, and now I feel that I won't be embarrassed if I show the bedroom to potential renters. Which I intend to do soon; an extra $700 a month would be extremely welcome. I just wonder how people will react to a living space with no telephone, no TV, no cable, no satellite, and no internet connection (intentionally).

Wed, 06 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:30 a.m.</p>

Scott is a motivational speaker who decided to wear a nametag everywhere he goes, to see how people would react and to see if it would make people friendlier. It worked.

(I love the URL, too.)

I'm finding that starting a small business is one of the most difficult personal challenges I have ever faced.

Sure, it's expensive. It's unpredictable, thus frightening. It's also confusing, as I deal with interpersonal communication among colleagues who misunderstand an idea or a suggestion.

But the most difficult aspect of starting a business is the surprising amount of discipline it requires. If I don't call Jane, then Mary will have nothing to do when she comes over to work...woah, three days from now! So much of the work schedules me rather than my scheduling it.

This is in stark contrast to my regular job, in which I ensure that a large number of documents are updated by a certain date. I can arrange that work in whatever order I see fit. Not so Otherspace Productions, where a lot of the work won't get done unless I talk to thus-and-so today.

I've also been asking myself some philosophical business questions lately. What kind of company do I want to work in? It's not really my company in any exclusive sense; the animators are working as hard as I am and are just as important to the success of the animations. Do I really want the responsibility of being Head Cheese? Is a hierarchy the best structure for an animation studio? Could we get away with the kind of functional pseudo-anarchy of The Gore Group? Can I trust these people enough to give them some control over the company? Can I trust myself enough to give these people some control over the company?

So I wrote up a set of value statements that describe the kind of company I'd like to work for. I sent it to some of the animators for them to peruse and comment on. I'd value your opinions.

In the meantime, here's more VR story:

He stepped forward with the grim purpose of a rescue worker wading into a river to retrieve a struggling victim. And it was like wading into a river, the room was so thick with people, but it was easy for him. One thing people learned quickly in this game was how to read people, and a man striding purposefully through a crowd of debutantes is not a man to interrupt lightly.She had turned back to her dance partner and was tittering about God knows what when he came up behind her and, keeping his voice as flat as possible, said, "Miss Bright?"

She turned, a fake welcoming smile on her lips, until she recognized him. "Mr. Wainwright!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. "How marvelous to see you again! I do believe it's been months since I last saw you. Have you been touring on the Continent?"

"We need to talk," he said, his eyes boring into hers.

She was perfectly still. Her banal dance partner looked shocked, and Thomas mentally scowled at him. Thomas had no time for decorum.

"I am afraid," she said, her tone icy, "that Mr. Hausen here has my next dance. If you'll only—"

Thomas stepped forward, gritting his teeth. "I'll be leaving shortly," he said, "and I may be unable to return." She didn't move. "I beg of you, just a moment of your time."

She turned to her partner and murmured, "Please do excuse me, it seems that Mr. Wainwright has a rather urgent matter to discuss." The man nodded dumbly, his eyes wide. A small part of Thomas wondered how this guy had ever managed to get as far as a dance with Miss Bright if such simple events left him speechless.

The musicians began another waltz as Thomas and the woman retreated through a small door into a green waiting room lined with bookcases and furnished with a few chairs and end tables. Floor-to-ceiling French doors opened on a balcony and a slight breeze of fresh night air that caused the heavy curtains to sway slightly like drunkards. He closed the door and she sighed in relief.

"Thank you for that little act," she said. "That Harry's a monster."

Props if you recognize the horrid little pun in the above snippet.

Tue, 05 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 5, 2004

Well, I got home from a tiring day at work yesterday to discover that one of the books I'd ordered from Alibris had arrived. I microwaved a frozen meal and eagerly tore open the package to discover it was Brennen's recommendation, John Brunner's SF novel The Shockwave Rider. I began reading, and didn't put it down until I'd read the last page at 1:00 a.m.

I'm still unsure if I agree with it. In fact, there's at least one deliciously ironic underlying contradiction (or structural story flaw, at least). But on the whole I strongly agree with much of its fundamental premises—that modern people tend to put technology and social constraints ahead of others' humanity, and that society has taken a lot of wrong turns lately.

Though The Shockwave Rider takes the unfortunately common tack of making these problems into a black-and-white moral take of Good People versus Evil People. There's the wise college students sticking it to the evil military-industrial complex which is full of people who blithely hate and destroy. I'd have been a lot more impressed had the novel spent more time on everyone's propensity for good and evil, and for that whole idea of the road to Hell being paved with good intentions. I've observed that much of the evil in this world is perpetuated not by actively evil men but by passively indifferent ones, by generally nice people who spend time with their daughters and read self-help books and squeeze money out of the weekly budget for a local charity and then go into the office and find ways to avoid dealing with that uncomfortable e-mail from a subordinate.

But I shouldn't let my personal desires for a better novel detract from an obviously excellent novel, and The Shockwave Rider certainly is one. I was initially a little disoriented by the aggressive use of futuristic terminology and frequent leaps from character to character, but I soon got used to it. It's tightly plotted, the characters are intriguing and three-dimensional, and I was fascinated all the way through.

...Hmmm. Reading over that again, I realize that I have the grist for another journal entry: How my nonfiction reading skills have affected my SF reading skills. I wasn't reading that book right. But more on that later, if I can actually carve out some time in the evening to write journal entries.

Fri, 01 Oct 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 1, 2004

Wow. Check out the top ten best-selling computers on Amazon.com. Six of them are Macs, and the top three are all Macs (iMac G5s, specifically).

On a completely different note, I can think of no better way to describe this than with the Fark headline, "This week: Sex advice from cosplayers. Next week: BBQ tips from vegans." Never thought I'd read about a guy who cosplays Squall from FF8 advising people to avoid using Naruto's bandana for bondage.

Tue, 30 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 30, 2004

I didn't do much today, as I had a mild cold which sapped most of my energy.

  • Looked into SD memory cards, as I can't put text files onto my Treo handheld unless I install one. They're fairly inexpensive; a 256 MB card costs about USD $30, and I can fit an awful lot of eTexts in that space. On the other hand, I could get a 1 GB SD card and put a bunch of albums on there, turning my Treo into a portable MP3 player. I might actually use it for that (even though 1 GB would "only" store ten albums or so).
  • After discovering that packaged hot cocoa mix contains partially hydrogenated soybean oil (which sticks in your arteries for about seven years), I made my own hot chocolate mix: a cup of powdered milk, a third of a cup of sugar, three tablespoons of cocoa, and a dash of salt (makes three servings). I plan to take it to work tomorrow and try it out there. I think I should add some vanilla flavoring, but all I have is liquid vanilla extract. Any idea where I could find some powdered vanilla?
  • Wrote 370 words of my short story "The Old Man," which finishes it. Or, at least, ends the story. It still needs revision, which I suspect will be severe. Perhaps I'll follow Neil Gaiman's advice and literally put the story in a drawer for a week or so.
  • Assembled a list of cookies and ingredients for my yearly Christmas Cookie ritual. I plan to make up to ten different kinds of cookies this year, especially if I can devote pretty much all of Saturday to making most of them.
Mon, 29 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 29, 2004

For the past few days, I've been testing a new format for this journal: a bulleted list of my accomplishments for the day. It pushes me to think of my days in terms of accomplishments, which I think is beneficial. It's also easy to do.

I write these entries at night as I go to bed, which means I don't post them until the next day. So, you'll be seeing yesterday's entries for as long as I use this format.

Accomplishments for today:

  • I finished all of the documents that need my attention at work. I still have some more work to do, but I'm essentially done with my main project. This is a major turning point, and I'm quite relieved. Hmmm. Perhaps I should celebrate by going out somewhere.
  • Because I'm getting tired of eating turkey, I made a quick turkey soup/stew for dinner. I simply boiled some water, then shredded turkey by hand and added that, and added some baby carrots. I added basil, thyme, salt, and pepper, and let it simmer for about 45 minutes. It would have benefitted from more simmering and less pepper, but it tasted good, and was a welcome change of pace. It's a good example of how cooking can be easy.
  • Watched episode 23 of .Hack//Sign, which continues to be excellent. It's nice to see Tsukasa follow essentially the same path that Shinji Ikari should have followed in Neon Genesis Evangelion. While Shinji just repeated the same mistakes over and over, Tsukasa is changing and growing.
  • Assembled a 1/144-scale model Zaku II. This is a giant robot from the Gundam universe; I bought one to complement two other Gundam models I bought. Unfortunately, the Zaku II model turns out to be at a smaller scale than the other models, so it looks completely wrong when posed with the other models. That's frustrating, but I am heartened to discover that it only took me an hour to assemble it.
  • Wrote four hundred more words of "The Old Man," which is getting closer to a climax. I'm already 1,600 words in, though, which worries me a bit. I want this to be a short story.
  • Reviewed my finances, paid a few bills, and worked out a schedule for paying some others. I've realized recently that I value stable finances. I don't like to juggle bill payments. So, now I'm looking for ways to make more money, and better manage the money I have.
  • Reviewed Japanese.
  • Reviewed my master mind map (more on that below), and assembled a preliminary list of my core values:
    1. Teaching others
    2. Learning
    3. Creativity
    4. Spirituality
    5. Security
    6. Financial security

My "master mind map" comes from an exercise in Leonard Gelb's How To Think Like Leonardo Da Vinci. It's a tool to help a person figure out who they are, and who they want to be.

You start by drawing a little insignia for yourself in the center of a blank piece of paper. Then, you think of parts of your life that are important to you—your job, your hobbies, etc.—and write down a word for each of those, emanating out from your insignia. Look, here's what I drew:

[First Master Mind Map]

Later, you return and redraw this map, adding more words if you've thought of new things to add. Then you look at each of those words and think of ways to achieve them, and draw more words on the page to flesh out the mind map. Here's what I got:

[Second Master Mind Map]

The next step is to review this map to notice patterns, as I did last night. I noticed that several of my goals—writing, Otherspace Productions, drawing, and even cooking—are all manifestations of a desire to show others what I've learned. That's why "Teaching others" is on the top of my list of core values.

Sun, 28 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, November 28, 2004

Accomplishments for Saturday, November 27, 2004:

  • Ran in the morning. Man, am I out of shape; I walked half the time because I was so out of breath. On the other hand, that should improve within a week or two if I keep running every morning.
  • I haven't uploaded any photos for nearly a year, but I finally got around to uploading four of the ones I've taken since then: Beware of Dog, Sunset at Work, Blue Sunset at Work, Red Sunset at Work, and Laputa Cloud.
  • Hosted another Guy's Night Out, which was a blast. We watched Godzilla vs. Mothra, the MST3K episode "Space Mutiny," the first episode of Macross Plus, and the Cowboy Bebop episode "Ballad of Fallen Angels." Everyone seemed to have a great time, which of course was the point. One of the adults made milkshakes, which was a special treat beyond our standard fare of burgers and hot dogs and chips.

The adult who made the milkshakes stayed late and showed me most of Starship Troopers 2, a rather execrable movie. Phil Tippett (legendary special effects man) directed it, and predictably, the special effects sequences are excellent but that's about it. The entire thing was apparently shot with a handheld camcorder; the quality was low and the shots bounced around a lot. This made for an odd juxtaposition with the breathtaking shots of attacking Bugs.

On the other hand, it was an undeniably fun flick, even though part of the fun came from pointing out the stupidity of the characters and the convenience of certain plot devices.

Accomplishments for Sunday, November 28, 2004:

  • After my morning run, I went to Leesburg Baptist Church, where the pastor gave an outstanding sermon. It was really two sermons in one; he began with a freeform talk about how important it is for us all to just stop and listen. Not to each other; to ourselves and to God. "Be still and know that I am God." In the second half of the sermon, he spoke about angels, and listed the ways in which angels speak in the Bible: They give messages of joy, they encourage, and they warn. I'm doing the sermon an injustice with this summary.
  • Proofed another chunk of the novel I'm proofreading. I got up to page 102, which is the point at which I promised the author to send what I had so far. That's a good feeling. I still have another two hundred pages to proof, though.
  • Tried to plant bulbs in my garden, but the ground is soaked after all the rain we've been having. The area I'm planting in is waterlogged, anyway. So instead, I trimmed some shrubs and raked the lawn, which is standard autumn garden maintenance.
  • Made potato chips and fried turkey for dinner, during which I watched episodes 21 and 22 of .Hack//Sign. The story is definitely building up to a big conclusion, and wonderfully, it's all character-driven. What a rarity, and I'm thankful for it.
  • Hopped online and uploaded the rest of the photos that have been sitting on my hard drive for almost a year: Dragon Trail at Sunset, Melted Gold Sunset, Paintbrush Sunset, The Grotto, Leaf Wallpaper, Leafy Bower, and Overshadowed House. I also found an Asian block print that I plan to paint on the wall of my downstairs bathroom (the entire room will have an Asian theme).
  • Worked a little on my current short story, "The Old Man," but it's just not coming. The characters just aren't speaking to me; maybe I need to journal about them a bit.
  • Replaced the air filter for my heating system.

I have a girl interested in renting my spare bedroom. That's exciting, if a little scary. I've never really lived with anyone before, so I don't know exactly what to expect. I think I could live with pretty much anyone, but I fear that my ignorance is feeding me a too-narrow definition of "anyone."

Sat, 27 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, November 27, 2004

Accomplishments for November 26, 2004:

  • During lunch at work, I met my parents at a local mall, then did some Christmas shopping. I now either have gifts or know exactly what I'll get for most of the people on my Christmas list.
  • Found out how a toilet works, so I can figure out why my bathroom toilet doesn't always flush completely. Discovered that the flush valve closes completely as soon as the lever is released, and there's no other way to get water into the bowl. I think I'm still missing some piece of the puzzle, but for now I know that I need to keep the lever depressed for a few seconds, to let the tank drain.
  • Wrote another 180 words of "The Old Man".
  • Began work on my Christmas writing project, in which I write one-page tributes to various friends and family, to be given to them with their Christmas presents. I've wanted to make gifts for those close to me, but I have very little in the way of handcrafting skills. However, I can write, so I figure I can use that skill to create something unique for people.
  • Went through my complete strength training regimen, except for my sit-up.

In other news, I made a pleasant discovery Thanksgiving morning. After putting the turkey in the oven, I took a long walk around the neighborhood. A rainstorm had just blown through, so the clouds were scudding across the sky like leaves in a river. I walked down to the end of my street and discovered a grassy hill, the perfect sort of hill for climbing. I ran up it and, from the top, I could see the whole world, just like Hazel and Blackberry in Watership Down.

Fri, 26 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 26, 2004

Accomplishments for November 24, 2004:

  • Awoke at 7:00 a.m. and, after an Instant Breakfast, walked and jogged briefly (about ten minutes). There was my exercise for the day. I also did some basic strength training with my isometric exercise device.
  • At work, completed five formal action items. This is much less work than I'd like to have done, though I'm partly limited by a lack of other things to do.
  • Wrote about 150 words of The Old Man, a Hallowe'en story about an old man and a young boy who are both lonely, and find temporary solace in each others' company. I think.
  • Painted my upstairs closet door a section of wall in my upstairs bathroom. This completes painting of the upstairs bathroom. The closet door will need a third coat of paint.
  • Read the last third of 1 Corinthians. It's remarkable how often I've been mis-taught this book. It's all about grace and getting along!
  • Baked a pumpkin pie for Thanksgiving, as well as a batch of biscotti for tea. I also noticed a recipe for essentially cinnamon rolls in one cookbook; I might be able to make those for Saturday mornings instead of relying on Pillsbury. I also prepared the bread crumbs for the stuffing tomorrow, and noticed that I have no celery. Hmmm. Will the stuffing be okay without celery? Too late to buy any more.
  • Reviewed my primary Japanese language book for a few minutes while waiting for the biscotti to bake. I'd like to spend a bit of time learning Japanese most days in the immediate future.
  • Reviewed Don't Just Do What I Tell You! Do What Needs To Be Done, a business book with a lot of good advice. The advice is in the form of platitudes, but they're true platitudes which I would do well to follow despite their banality.
  • While unable to go to sleep, I wrote one page of a Welcome document for new Otherspace Productions employees. I've found that I can't remember to tell each new employee everything that needs to be said. Hopefully, this Welcome document can introduce our values and culture clearly.

I couldn't get to sleep on time; I think I was too distracted by my Thanksgiving preparations. I've never done it before, and I get nervous whenever I do something for the first time, especially when I'll be doing it for an audience.

Chris asks: "If one does not have self confidence, how does one get self confidence?"

That's an excellent question. Fortunately, self-confidence is not a Boolean attribute. One can gain a little self-confidence, then more, then more.

I know of two consistent solutions. The first is to start out by faking it. Pretend that you have self-confidence, and people will respond to that with respect. That can give you self-confidence.

Secondly, self-confidence can come from those around us. If you surround yourself with caring, nurturing people, they will give you self-confidence.

And now, more VR story:

Thomas allowed himself to straighten out, planted his left foot, and—barely noticing the sparks and shrapnel flying from the gunfire landing on either side of the store—pitched his triangular missile directly at Grey Hackle with a throw that would have made any pro baseball pitcher proud.

Grey Hackle's brain registered the bit of shelving half a second before it hit him in the stomach, which gave his arms just enough time to swing slightly inwards. Then it hit, and his body doubled over as his fingers clamped reflexively on the triggers of both guns, so that the pavement around him exploded in a Roman Candle of bullets. Kino and Karl dove away and scurried into a nearby alley, then Grey Hackle's body slumped and the guns went silent.

Adrenaline seared Thomas' veins as he drew in ragged breaths. Beads of sweat popped out all over him. He was staring straight at the huge trench coat-covered lump of Grey Hackle, as though boring a hole into him. He couldn’t quite believe that it was already over. He looked down at Doodlehopper.

She was still crouching on the floor, though now she was staring up at him with wide eyes, in total shock. For some reason, this annoyed him.

Suddenly she lept forward, past him, down the aisle, put one foot against a case and launched herself out of the store, now running with feline grace towards Grey Hackle, her eyes darting about as she zoned in on the dark alley and ran into it.

Kino uncurled from his fetal position and looked up just in time to see a lithe body overshadow him and the distinctive form of a tazer loomed towards him. He had just enough time to groan "Not agai—" before his body convulsed and he blacked out.

Wed, 24 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 24, 2004

Interesting. Freehaven Station is a fun web-based RPG. I think there's real potential here. Sign up and you get plenty of free time to play.

And it has a neat subscription mechanism: You start off with 100 free "turns", which in this game refers to significant player actions. You can explore the environment forever without using a turn, but if you want to take an action that pushes you forward in the game (such as entering combat or healing yourself), you have to pay a turn. You can buy another 100 turns for 50 cents using BitPass.

Mon, 22 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 22, 2004

A low comforter of grey clouds hangs over my townhouse right now. The trees are mostly naked and the lawns are turning that pale wintery color. It actually looks like snow weather, though a quick trip outside reveals temperatures in the 50's.

But it's beginning to feel like Christmas. There's one local radio station that switches over to 24-hour Christmas music for the entire season every year, and they've made the switch. The malls are completely decorated with Christmas lights and ribbons.

Oddly, I like it. I usually prefer to focus on Christmas for the last few weeks of December, but this year I want Christmas to start now. I want an early dose of cheer.

I suspect this is because of my two-month illness. It happens every autumn: I contract an ongoing, very mild cold for several months, punctuated with full-blown illnesses every few weeks. Which reminds me: I need more soup.

One of those punctuations occurred yesterday; I woke up with a sore throat and no energy whatsoever, so I spent the day doing laundry and napping and watching Russian animation (I look forward to writing more about that soon).

So today, I'm only at work for a few hours so I can take care of a few comparatively urgent matters. I want to go home and spend the evening curled up under soft blankets.

Fri, 19 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 19, 2004

Brilliant: "Studios Sue Pixar, Demand Bad Movie". "The complaint alleges that with its sixth consecutive profitable and critically acclaimed film in 'The Incredibles,' Pixar is overturning a decades-long public relations campaign waged by Hollywood studios to convince the public that it's impossible to consistently make high quality films. 'If Pixar doesn't get with the program, we're going to have to fundamentally change the way we do business,' groused Paramount chairwoman Sherry Lansing, whose studio hasn't produced a hit film in several years. 'I repeat my recommendation to Steve Jobs that he pay John Travolta and Halle Berry $20 million each to provide voices for an effects-laden remake of ‘The Fox and the Hound.''" Thu, 18 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:23 a.m.</p>

The tussle to stay awake is clearly a sign that work is at odds with our nature. We're a society that has ritualized the sleep deprivation that caused such disasters as the Exxon Valdez and Chernobyl, so our dialy battle is also evidence of just how dumb the planet's smartest beings have become.
— Jared Sandberg in the Nov. 17, 2004 issue of The Wall Street Journal

Heh. The Twelve Stages of Macintosh Software Development.

Also, Websnark writes a cogent analysis of the failure of a comc strip, in "You had me, and you lost me: General Protection Fault". Fascinating.

I've had a long, tough week thus far. As I mentioned yesterday, I went through my finances on Monday night and discovered that I'm completely tapped out. I didn't know how I was going to pay for groceries until my next paycheck, though my parents generously helped out with that.

It pushed me into depression, though, knowing that I've bungled my finances so seriously. It's because of the new townhouse: I didn't realize how much I'd have to pay in closing costs, and I didn't count on all the end-of-the-year taxes that I had to pay in the last few weeks. I also didn't realize I'd be paying so much in utilities.

So, after climbing into bed and staring at the ceiling for awhile, I made a few resolutions: (1) I'm going to finish my current proofreading job, so I can get that money, and (2) I'm going to finish renovating the other bedroom in my townhouse and rent it as soon as possible. That will help my financial situation tremendously. I hope.

Maybe then I can start paying down my ridiculously high Visa bill.....

Wed, 17 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, November 17, 2004

It's been a baaad couple of days. My finances are the worst they've ever been. I was mentally exhausted Monday and Tuesday. Basically, I've wanted to crawl under the bed covers and not come out for the next few months.

Depression kinda sucks. Well, by definition.

Now, more VR story:

Grey Hackle made another step and shouted, "Nobody's going to save you now!"

Thomas looked at Doodlehopper, examining her like a clue. Her body was taut, her eyebrows drawn together in concentration. Her face betrayed more than that; she was uncertain and she was afraid.

Thomas acted. He rolled to his feet and grabbed a piece of shelving in each hand.

Grey Hackle heard a scuffling near the center of the store and, a cold light appearing in his eyes, he swung his guns inward, his mind working at an unconscious level trained over decades of hunting men.

Thomas spun with every molecule of grace that he could pull out of his hunched, aging body and flung one shattered hunk of metal to his right.

Something clanged to Grey Hackle’s left, and without even thinking his left arm swung towards it and his left index finger squeezed its trigger.

Thomas pushed his body further into the spin, releasing the other hunk of metal to spin in the opposite direction towards a mostly intact glass case as he scooped up another piece of shelving—this one flat and triangular—in his right hand.

Grey Hackle heard glass smash to his right, and his right arm obediently swung in that direction and began firing.

Mon, 15 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 4:04 p.m.</p>

And tanjit, why didn't somebody tell me there's a gorgeous, manga-style web doujinshi of The Powerpuff Girls with cameos and characters from just about every Cartoon Network show? And is actually dramatic?

2:48 p.m.

Brennen writes that he asked himself a simple question several months ago: "justify yourself."

I'm going to take this as a general discussion point, making clear at the outset that I'm not talking about Brennen.

I find that the idea of justifying onesself often comes from a pernicious devaluation of the human in our culture. Heck, my favorite book of all time, Dune, suggests that there are many homo sapiens who are not truly human, who do not match the standards we have set up for what makes a human. There is a certain truth to this, though I accept it in the sense that we have created very high standards for humanity in general, and few humans can actually achieve them.

But I think that generally, nobody has to justify themselves. What, exactly, are we justifying ourselves against? I think people are worthwhile simply by being who they are.

No, spammers, I do not want a Rolex watch.

It's been a long week. I was out every evening last week for a group meeting of some sort—writing group or book club or some such—with a "break" on Thursday to paint my townhouse. On Saturday, I helped my parents move my grandmother's stuff into her assisted living apartment. On Sunday, I spent six hours with my animators, working on Matrix Experiments Lain.

I even forgot to post more of the VR story last week, for which I feel bad. It's at a fun place, too.

But fortunately, this week should be relatively quiet, so I can finish some of my projects and generally relax. I need a lot of relaxation time.

Tue, 09 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 9, 2004

Why are they trying to make the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory look like A Clockwork Orange? And why does the new Mozilla Thunderbird icon look like an anime haircut?

Anyvay. I had a long weekend, which started with a busy Saturday. My Dad is filling his retirement with home improvement jobs—wiring, putting up walls, etc.—and asked me to help him put together a lattice screen Saturday (for pay). We had a good time; Dad knows what he's doing, so it was just a matter of handing him a board here or holding something in place.

That evening, I went to the birthday party of a kid whose family I know well. We played a Godzilla game and ran around with water pistols shooting each other and ate cake and just generally did Birthday Things.

So Sunday, I came down with a cold. Spent Sunday and Monday at home. I did manage to watch some anime, though: Paranoia Agent (brilliant at a level very little anime reaches), Gundam SEED (fun and interesting), and Tenchi GXP (rather brainless but good entertainment). I also watched the first half of Lawrence of Arabia, which is an odd experience after reading his diary. It just didn't happen like that.

I'm back at work today, and back to something close to normal, though I'm still fairly tired. Writing group tonight, then back home to (hopefully) relax.

Fri, 05 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, November 5, 2004

I've been relaxing a lot lately. Not pushing myself to work so much in the evenings. It's been surprisingly good. I want to finish up several projects that I'd promised others, now, so that I don't have to do them anymore.

I want free time, frankly, and I think I have to fight for it.

Now, more VR story:

Thomas' eyes snapped open. He was curled up in a pool of sticky liquid, in an aisle between two relatively sturdy shelves—both were only half annihilated, and offered about four feet of ragged cover above them. Doodlehopper crouched next to the remains of the opposite shelf, her arms outstretched and her hands flat against the floor, looking just like Julie Newmar. Her eyes were focused inwards, every other sense straining to detect their adversaries.

Thomas twitched, catching Doodlehopper's eye. He mouthed, "Is he crazy?" Doodlehopper made an impatient motion with one hand and looked away.

They could hear the crunch of glass beneath boot, and both stopped breathing. Outside, Grey Hackle advanced further, his grin widening into a skull's permanent rictus.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" he shouted, stepping up onto the curb. "I'll find you soon enough. Why not be a man and at least show yourself before you die?"

Thomas' jaw set. This was not the first man to threaten him. VR was full of immature script kiddies who taunted improbable destruction at the slightest hint of provocation, but there were other, more dangerous breeds who could erase your existence—or at least make it very difficult to use your credit accounts.

Thomas had never had a hero. Even when he was a kid, he'd been in his share of fights and been threatened by his share of bullies. Nobody had ever stood up for him. He always did that himself. He could be immature, lazy, picky, quick to anger, and just generally a jerk. But he had always stood up to bullies.

Tue, 02 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, November 2, 2004 — My Birthday

I hate unproductive weeknights, and I'm beginning to think that my hate is wrong.

I crave productivity. I feel bad if I'm not making something all the time; say, keeping the house clean (thus making it look good), or updating a website, or at least reading a new book. Something. But as I think about it, I wonder whether that obssession is really healthy. Yes, productivity is generally good. I'm beginning to think that my need for productivity is mostly an internal drive to prove myself useful, though.

This may be partly due to last night. My stomach whined and complained all evening, making me so ill that I curled up in bed with a cup of hot chocolate and three Calvin & Hobbes collections. I read strip after strip of the two heroes laying out in the woods, as they enjoyed simply doing nothing. I wondered: Why don't I do that any more? Why do I sign up to do so many things? Even when I don't have things to do, I make up things to do. Why not just be?

Mon, 01 Nov 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 1, 2004

Y'know, I wasn't going to vote for Kerry, but I saw someone out on a street corner waving a sign. Seeing somebody out waving a sign completely convinced me to vote for that person's candidate.

</sarcasm>

(For future generations who don't understand this: The 2004 American Presidential elections were unusual in that, for the first time in many years, a lot of people hung out on street corners waving signs in support of their candidate.)

Fri, 31 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 31, 2004 — New Year's Eve [Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence artwork]

I did very little today. Basically just took care of a few things online, and watched Hong Kong film and Ghost in the Shell 2: Innocence.

I didn't like Innocence much, though that's mostly due to my love of the original characters from the manga, and the movie characters deviate very far from those in the manga. And I know that the director intended to deviate. Unfortunately, I couldn't stop comparing the movie characters to the manga characters, and the movie characters just weren't as interesting.

But that's part of the point of the movie, which is about humans and dolls. It's similar to the emotionally lifeless acting in 2001 which contrasts with the relatively human HAL; the humans in Ghost in the Shell seem more doll-like than the androids and dolls that have been created to reflect humanity.

But frankly, emotionless acting makes for pretty dull cinema. Combine this with a lot of visually pretty animation that frankly does nothing to push the story forward, such as the amazing parade that the protagonists pass by, and the movie turned into a series of yawns.

Now, that can be offset by good intellectual content, which Innocence does provide, but there's not enough of it. The main problem is that the movie doesn't provide a consistent argument; characters spout bits of moral philosophy and one-liners comparing humans to dolls, but we don't get a sense of progression or even much sense to any of it. Yes, there are many ways one can compare and contrast humans and life-like dolls, but so what?

Tue, 28 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Japanese is incredibly difficult to learn.

The main problem is that it's so completely alien. I took French for three years, and at least French is structured similar to English. Japanese is wildly different; the words are arranged in patterns that continue to confound me.

Which means that it can't be approached like a typical learning experience.

What do I mean by that? Well, most educational programs try to teach you by relating their subjects to things you know. Things are presented as extensions ("Calculus builds on trigonometry and algebra by...") or comparisons (my Calculus textbook states, "My educational philosophy was strongly influenced by attending the lectures of [two professors who] consistently introduced a topic by relating it to something concrete or familiar." — James Stewart, Calculus: Early Transcendentals, Third Edition). It's assumed you'll be able to build on your current knowledge.

But Japanese isn't like that. It doesn't build on any language I know, and it's not like any language or communication system I know (though I do detect the faint odor of a programming language). I can't relate it to my current knowledge.

The solution I've found is repetition. I don't worry about learning each lesson when I read it, but I read it again and again over the course of a week or so. The lesson sinks in on its own.

I've discovered that my comprehension of Japanese has increased dramatically since I've taken this approach to learning it. I pick out those Japanese words that I've read in recent lessons while watching anime in Japanese. It appears to be working.

Of course, the real test will come about four months from now, when I've reached the end of my Japanese language book (assuming I maintain my current pace). How much Japanese will I know then?

And now, more VR story.

Trouble was, Doodlehopper was in way over her head. She just knew what her Mum would say if she were here. "Why'd I have to raise a daughter who risks her life and limb to earn a dollar? Are you a hooker now? Selling your body for a few measly bucks?" All rational explanations were useless.

But no, she said to herself, she wasn't going to think about Mum right now. Too many other things. Like this damn stupid Thomas. She'd met some pretty thick guys in her time—had dated a few—but Thomas took top prize. Strutting around like he was suddenly Sherlock bleeping Holmes. She was glad to be rid of him. And back to less dangerous jobs.

Which was just when she noticed two very large men in trench coats standing on a street corner, their attempts to blend in to their surroundings making them stick out like an Uzi in a garden. She slowed, and cursed herself for not seeing them more quickly. She was way too distracted.

She had no trouble recognizing the two thugs. Her hands reached into her jacket automatically, but stopped halfway to the smooth handles of the tazers. The thugs were facing her, their hands were empty and outside their pockets, and they looked...hangdog. Like they wanted to apologize.

She approached them with the caution of two junkyard dogs meeting for the first time. They didn't move until she stopped moving, about twenty feet from them. One of them opened his mouth.

"We're sorry we tried to hurt you."

Doodlehopper didn't exactly decide to stay still; she was too shocked to do anything else.

"We were just following orders. Nothing personal."

She remained still, wondering if she was being taped for some TV joke show.

"Will you forgive us?"

This was the enemy. She may have been young, but Doodlehopper had been trained hard and well. This was the enemy, waving a flag of truce, and history showed that many times this was the most dangerous thing for an enemy to do. But...well...she tried to think of a reason not to accept their apology, and couldn't think of a thing.

"Okay," she said, trying to sound cool.

Both massive men visibly relaxed, the speaker especially. "I'm really, really glad you said that," he said. "Because, uh, we kind of have a problem."

It was the third most awkward cup of coffee Doodlehopper had ever had. The first was the one where her mother had suddenly asked if she was a virgin. The second was with a boyfriend who was not only eyeing every other girl in the place, but also commenting on how good they'd be in the sack. This one, sitting in front of two men who were acting like little kids in the Principal's office, wasn't nearly as bad. But the hairs on the back of her neck refused to go down. Her mind was screaming that these were enemies, not to be trusted, and what was she doing sitting here carefully sipping a bad cup of coffee listening to them?

Mon, 27 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:26 p.m.</p>

Who was it who wrote that the secret of happiness lies not in having more but wanting less? It's so true.

I've been applying that principle to my daily dissatisfaction with my accomplishments. I tend to be frustrated with how little I get done despite the number of hours in my days. After thinking about this for awhile, I realized that I don't define my goals well, and when I do define my goals, if I accomplish them I just add more goals. So I'm never satisfied.

So, I've begun to write a little map of my daily goals, either the night before or the morning of each day. Once I leave for work, I don't add to that map. I've determined that, if I accomplish everything on my map, I'll be content with my day.

And I accomplished everything on my map today: I went to the bank, I got groceries, and I proofed another 25 pages of my big proofing job (I'm now halfway through the book!). So I'm content.

[Ghost in the Shell Stand Alone Complex]

I also watched disc 3 of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, which is some of the best anime I've ever seen. Every episode was movie-quality. I was amazed, especially after the so-so first volume and merely good second disc.

It was interesting to see an episode that centered on a truly despicable act of psychological terrorism perpetrated by...Americans. I mean, the series went out of its way to make this as sick and twisted as possible, and approved by the U.S. military and government. It's the sort of thing that goes way beyond Abu Ghraib and even most of the Nazis' atrocities. Heck, I'd feel queasy about attributing it to any country or culture; it's a heck of a thing to suggest that a government might conceivably condone something like this.

Saalon writes:

But how, exactly, do you write the first sentence?

Something feels so arbitrary about it. It's important. Vital to people continuing to read the entire novel. Yet every decision you make this early in the game smacks of guesswork. By the middle of the story, you've necessitated certain things occuring in certain ways. Your options are narrower. Choices can be weighed on the merits of how the interlock with the other things in the story. You've got context. At the beginning, you have none of that. You're guessing what you think you'll need for where you think you're going. How do you feel confident about a choice like that?

Yeah, you can go back. Yeah you can always change things. It's just that the idea of your first step being "Write throwaway first chapter which you will later scrap and rewrite specifically so you'll know you have to throw out said chapter and rewrite it," is kind of upsetting.

Saalon's suggesting a false dichotomy here: Either you write the perfect first sentence, or you write something that you know you'll scrap later. It's rarely that extreme.

Yes, it is guesswork. But it's the guesswork of an archaeologist. You come up with something that feels good to you, and you write it. Later on, you return and improve it. You may need to change a word here or a phrase there, and you may even need to rewrite a paragraph or a few pages, but at least you have something to work with.

Fri, 24 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 24, 2004 — Christmas Eve

I had intended to wake at 7:00 this morning, so that I could exercise and generally prepare well for the holiday. However, my recent troubles with my boss haunted me last night and kept me awake. When my alarm played "All the Way" at 7:00, I switched it off and slept for another three hours. Of course, my body undoubtedly needed it.

So I finally drove up my parents' driveway at about 11:30, carrying a platter mounded high with homemade Christmas cookies, gaily-colored presents, and a bag of overnight supplies. We then spent the afternoon enjoying martial arts flicks, from Shaolin Soccer to Jackie Chan documentaries. Mom dubbed it Kung Fu Christmas. And it was good.

One of our Christmas traditions is the opening of one present per person on Christmas Eve. We (it was just my parents and I) opened gifts from my aunt, who got us all excellent gifts. Mine was a home improvement book full of color pictures and explanations. Great choice.

Thu, 23 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 23, 2004

Heh. I wrote on Sunday about my bout of nausea, and my suspicion that I was having an allergic reaction to milk. It turns out that I was just getting sick; I spent Monday and Tuesday quite ill.

I got back to work on Wednesday and had an incredibly bad day. I had a very unpleasant set of meetings with my boss, who basically wants nothing to do with me, rejecting all my attempts to connect with him. I was quite completely depressed Wednesday night, as you can no doubt imagine.

He had some worthwhile criticisms of my current job, though, so I've been thinking about how to improve myself there.

I returned to work on Thursday to the realization that I can do very little about this, as my entire floor is being renovated this week and the next. I knew this would happen, but I didn't connect it with my present predicament until I arrived at work in the morning and tried to make some inroads. I'll do the best I can, but that was frustrating.

I feel better now, though. It's been a very rough 36 hours, but thanks to a few answered prayers, I know I'll be able to get through this.

Now I'm simply looking forward to a visit with my parents; I'll be staying with them Christmas Eve and Christmas Day. At least I can completely chill out there. I'm lucky that ways.

On a side note, I took advantage of my illness to finish the entire Witch Hunter Robin, which I intend to review here soon. My overall reaction is a thumbs-up.

Sun, 19 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 19, 2004

Today did not go according to plan.

I woke up a little late, so I had to miss Sunday School and went straight to church. I heard another great sermon, which I won't bore you with here. I got home and had some more of that amazing tart I made yesterday, along with a big glass of milk. Wonderful.

I then sat down and worked on taxes for Otherspace Productions, and made more progress than I thought I would. I think I have it well in hand now. It's actually not hard.

But then I got very tired and rather nauseous. I lay on my window seat for a while, then popped in some Mystery Science Theater 3000, and some more Mystery Science Theater 3000, and NausicaŠ of the Valley of Wind (will you think less of me when I admit that I teared up at the end?), and I suddenly made a connection (not between MST3K and NausicaŠ!).

For a long time, my Mom's suspected that I have a milk allergy. I tested this by swearing off milk for awhile, and didn't notice any particular change in my energy level or life. Nevertheless, today, a couple of hours after that big glass of milk, I felt nauseous, and it lasted for several more hours after that. I ate the same thing I ate yesterday, and yesterday I didn't feel nauseous.

While I lived at my old apartment in McLean, I had a lot of evenings when I'd come home, make dinner, then feel mildly nauseous and just generally blah all evening, and I'd end up watching MST3K as a comfort. And now I remember that I'd often have a big glass of milk with those dinners. A connection? I can't be sure, of course, but it seems likely.

I think I'm going to swear off milk for awhile, and see if this nausea re-surfaces.

Anyvay. After that, I returned to my "Old Man" short story (the one about the witch), but I just can't seem to end it. I need to get some reactions from my writing groups, but none of them will be meeting for at least a few weeks. Arg.

Thu, 16 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 16, 2004

Accomplishments, in list form to encourage brevity:

  • > Bought volume 4 of Gundam SEED, which came out this week. Can't wait to find out what happens next. Very good show, even by Gundam standards.
  • Had a productive day at work, though things are slowing down to the point that I have very little to do. Which means that I should find things to do.
  • Stopped by my local Starbuck's at 7:00, in the hope that the other member of my Technical Writers' Meetup Group would attend this month's meeting. She didn't. Oh well; it gave me the opportunity to update a few of my websites.
  • Came home and ate another bowl of potato soup. One serving left. Man, home cooking is delicious and ridiculously economical; I made the entire pot of soup at a cost of maybe $15 at most.
  • Finally had a phone conversation with Saalon, who has been sick lo these many weeks. It's always good to talk to him. I don't mean simply that I have a good time; it feels good to talk to him. He's a fundamentally good presence in my life.
  • Planned my December short story (part of my plan to write one short story per month through October of 2005). It's a story set in my Big Fantasy World, about a young man who disrespects others and pays the ultimate price. A little dark for my usual tastes, but that's what's in my head right now.
  • Wed, 15 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 15, 2004

    Today was a day in which I had many plans, all of which were thwarted by good works.

    I forgot that I promised a co-worker that I'd help her move a desk this evening. That was no problem; we hauled the desk into my truck, then chatted pleasantly in the truck as we moved it, and I ended up only spending less than an hour or so moving it.

    I got home and microwaved some more of my homemade potato soup, then finished updating Matrix Experiments Lain, at which point I checked my messages and got a message from my Dad which...wow.

    Suffice to say that my grandmother is being extremely difficult and has put my Mom in a bad position. So I called my Mom and spent about an hour getting the full story from her. Which was a good thing.

    But at that point, I didn't want to do much of anything, so I ended up doing nothing and just went to bed. So the laundry list of Stuff To Do was pushed back yet another night.

    :sigh: But I can't complain, because Matrix Experiments Lain is almost done and it felt incredibly good to realize that this thing that came out of my head is being birthed and it's even cooler than I imagined it. Pursuing your dreams? WORTH IT.

    Now, here's more VR story. Doodlehopper's speaking:

    "You know, when I got into this racket, somebody gave me some advice. He said, 'Honey, sometimes you'll work with jerks. And when you do, remember this: Just like they can fire you, you can fire them.'"

    She let this sink in, and his eyes widened slightly.

    "Now that you're so satisfied with yourself that you can pull a trick," she continued, "it looks like you won't be needing me anymore, now will you? 'Cause that's sure how you're acting."

    And with that, she stalked over to the door, yanked it open, walked through, and slammed it shut behind her. He heard her receding voice yell, "You're not worth it!"

     

    Well, thought Thomas, that certainly changed things.

    He cast his eyes to the dull ceiling and began thinking about his options. Things seemed increasingly bleak as he ticked off possibilities. He couldn't go back to his apartment. He couldn't go back to Safe House. The cops were surely combing through the shattered convenience store by now, and he and Doodlehopper had certainly spent enough time standing in the aisles for the clerk to remember them. Thomas felt a flash of guilt at the cold shoulder he'd literally turned towards the girl, but that was quickly subsumed with a stronger flush of anger at her treatment of him, sneaking into VR and following him around VR like a spy.

    He suddenly wondered just how she'd done that. It was difficult to track somebody on VR, especially when they're hopping from world to world like he'd been. A small corner of his mind murmured admiration, but his indignance drowned it out.

    He deduced that the teen guiding Thomas in had probably helped her, attaching some sort of tracer to his session when setting it up then handing the output to her. Thomas mused that, for all he knew, she had charmed the boy into doing her a favor.

    That same corner of his mind that was impressed with Doodlehopper now began to gnaw at him. Was it really right of him to dismiss her like this, so casually? Hadn't she saved his life? She'd been paid to do that, he countered. Even so, she'd been a genuine help to him, and a good friend. Had he ever had a better friend?

    He pushed that thought away. He'd never had any close friends in the physical world. He'd never made friends easily growing up, and once he'd begun VR diving for hours every day in junior high, he'd spent too much time in VR to be able to make friends. He'd chosen his life, and he was comfortable with it, he told himself.

    But was he? Hadn't he always been a bit disappointed with his lack of deep physical connection? If he was so comfortable, where was this disappointment coming from?

    He opened his eyes, and stared up at the bland beige ceiling, and missed Doodlehopper. Sadness swept over him in a wave far larger than he had suspected possible, and he curled over in the bed as if to avoid it. He was alone, but worse, he was isolated, like a thick invisible wall surrounded him and blocked out the rest of the world.

    And, suddenly, he was so very sick of being alone.

     

    Doodlehopper strode down the street like a battleship at full speed. She had her hands jammed into her jacket pockets and barely noticed the streets as she carved a path through the fog and grime of the city. She was frustrated, she was angry, and though she didn't want to admit it to herself, she was exhausted nearly to the point of physical breakdown.

    Tue, 14 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 14, 2004

    Two writing groups in two days! Now if only I had some fiction to write.

    Honestly, I do have some fiction to write. I just need to extract some stories from my big fantasy world. And that's hard.

    See, it's not enough to have a big story idea. Stories live and die by the depth of the reader's connection to the characters. If the reader cares about the characters, you can lead them through just about any plot. If the reader doesn't care, you're sunk.

    So, how to make the reader care about the characters? The characters must be working on their own issues. Great literature almost invariably deals with characters that change, or at least characters that interact in interesting ways. The only way to do that is by having interesting characters, and putting them in interesting situations. To paraphrase someone in tonight's writing group, "It's okay to write a slice-of-life story, if you have the right slice."

    And this is why it's difficult to write fiction. Many newbie writers have neat plot ideas. That's good, but a good story idea doesn't make a good story. You have to have interesting characters that are on their own emotional journeys to give flesh to that neat plot idea.

    An example: A friend of mine is writing a story that upends a fantasy cliche. In her story, the grand prophecy of saving the world—which the characters naturally fulfill—was actually written down wrong by the bard to whom it was told. The steps they completed unleashes the doom of the world, not the savior of the world.

    Neat idea. But my friend is struggling because the story doesn't go anywhere; it has no life. Why? Her characters aren't compelling enough to drive the story to that neat idea. She can think up stuff that happens to her characters, but that stuff manifests as bland obstacles. Since the characters aren't changing and aren't deeply affected by the events of the story, the reader doesn't care much about them, so the story meanders and flounders.

    The solution is difficult, and requires a lot of hard thought. But it is necessary. Even stories that don't feature significant character development or emotional involvement by the characters—such as high-end space opera or hard-boiled detective fiction—involve characters who are deeply committed to their actions, and we appreciate them because of the strength of their convictions.

    Monday was a clear, cold day, that reminds me of Russian novels. The wind could cut through solid oak. You step outside for a few minutes and you begin to realize that you simply couldn't survive this if exposed to it for a couple of hours. It's as if Jack Frost taps your shoulder and whispers poems about your mortality.

    Monday's was a reasonably productive meeting; nothing of mine being critiqued, and the three excerpts we were reviewing I had either already provided my comments on or had been unable to read before the group met. I did get into a somewhat passionate argument with our resident curmudgeon, and I regret getting upset over it. I dislike hostility over writing, and I felt myself getting hostile over his persistent negativity towards the novel's protagonist.

    In particular, the critiquer disliked how the protagonist takes no action until about fifty pages into the book, and explained that the protagonist needed to drive the story forward. I disagreed, pointing out books like Catch-22 in which the protagonist does very little to direct the plot. And I started to get flustered. Fortunately, the moderator pointed out a few things which gave us the space to cool off.

    But I began to lose control there, and I still don't know why. Maybe I was fed up with the critiquer's behavior—and he's been doing this since I first attended the group about six months ago. Maybe I was being maternalistic towards this novel that I really am enjoying. Maybe it was just the culmination of a very, very busy week.

    But it was definitely not cool.

    Mon, 13 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, December 13, 2004

    Here's what I'm listening to right now, thanks to Toon Radio:

    (Rainbow and Patty)
    Together forever the road never ends,
    The first part of friendship is friends.

    (Rainbow)
    Where would I be with out you as my friend?

    (Patty)
    And what could I do without you?

    (Rainbow and Patty)
    Together forever the road never ends,
    The first part of friendship is friends.
    (Fades)
    Clippity, Clappity, Cally, Calloo,
    The best part of friendship is you.

    The funny thing about it is that it's at least as insipid as most of the J-Pop I listen to; I just understand these words.

    Anyvay. Been a very, VERY busy weekend. My attempt at potato soup on Saturday resulted in three-foot flames from a grease fire, so I had to toss my wok out onto the patio and clean the soot off the ceiling. Then I started again with a new pot and made some darned good potato soup.

    Saturday night was Guy's Night Out. We watched Blade Runner, three episodes of The Critic (which none of the other three attendees had ever seen, to my delight and theirs), and the MST3K episode "Santa Claus Conquers the Martians." Lots of fun.

    On Sunday, I awoke late and ran to Leesburg Baptist for an early small group lesson, which was really neat and interesting. Then, the regular service, and an amazing sermon on Little Things. Then, I was late getting to the Otherspace Productions meeting, which only one other person showed up to. Then I went to a book club meeting which nobody else showed up to. I hung around the meeting place and caught up with some folks there, then was late to my parents' house for dinner. Then I ended up staying with them until after 11:00 p.m.

    So. I've had better weekends.

    In other news, here's an excellent essay on essays.

    Wed, 08 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 8, 2004

    Finally! More VR story! And posted on time!

    Doodlehopper paced up and down the shabby motel bedroom like a general from a bad World War II movie. Thomas was sprawled back on the bed, his hands behind his head, watching her. He had a bemused expression on his face, and he really didn't know why. He was curiously detached from Doodlehopper’s anxiety. He felt relaxed, yet perfectly awake.

    She glared at him. "That was crazy. Crazy in the head," she said, still pacing.

    He reflected for a moment. "Yes. I suppose it was."

    She glared harder. "You could have been killed."

    His mouth twisted into a sardonic grin. "Yes, that was how things were going."

    She didn't have an answer for that; she just paced faster, her eyes focused inwards again. Then she looked back at him, her face set and serious. “Don't ever do that again,” she said firmly.

    He closed his eyes and shook his head. "Can't promise that. Neither of us knows what might happen next. Who else is lurking in the shadows?"

    "Stop that, dammit!" she shouted, turning to face him, planting her feet. "Don't you care?"

    "Yes, I care," he said, spitting out the words. "But it's my life, and I've just discovered something that I can do to defend myself. I'm not going to stop just because it gets your panties in a twist."

    She snorted in frustration, then looked down, thinking. Then she looked back at him, her eyes searching him. Then her eyes hardened.

    Meanwhile, Change This has a fantastic new PDF essay, How To Be Creative. It's mis-named, actually; it's more about how to live, practically, as a creative person. Tons of great advice in there.

    Tue, 07 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 7, 2004 — Pearl Harbor Day (USA)

    Well, it's been a wacky couple of days.

    I knew I'd have to wake up early on Monday morning, to attend the presentation of my high school friends on the book Gates of Fire. I also knew that, if I tried to sleep for only a few hours Sunday night, I'd end up sleeping right through the presentation.

    So, when I was unable to go to sleep early, I stayed up all night, mainly reading the last half of Ender's Shadow. I attended the presentation and had a great time. But by 11:00 that morning, I was literally nodding off at my desk, in the middle of conversations with other people. So, I decided to go home and nap for a couple of hours.

    Eight hours later, I woke up.

    Ah well. I went to work Tuesday morning, apologized to everyone that I'd planned to meet with Monday afternoon, and got back to work. Had a good day at work, too, as there was a mini-crisis to occupy my time.

    I snuck out during lunch hour and deposited my property tax refund into my Otherspace Productions account. I can get back to animation! Hurray! Then after work, I met with two different animators to collect their work on Matrix Experiments Lain. Man, we're getting reasonably close to finishing that.

    I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and bought some reasonably healthy food—nuts, dried cranberries, frozen chicken, orange juice—then came home and pan fried a filet of tilapia (it's a kind of fish). Had that with a side of green beans, and man did I feel healthy. I finished off my meal with some dried cranberries (delicious) and honey roasted cashews (blah. I've always disliked the bland flavor of cashews, and the honey roasting didn't mask it). I find that eating healthy food significantly improves my energy level and my emotional level. I just feel more satisfied and ready to take on life if I've been eating well.

    I spent the evening with my head buried in various projects: proofing a novel (someone else's; this is business), reviewing this week's Japanese lesson, skimming Kungfu Basics for some basic practice stances (Horse Stance, Bow Stance, and Cat Stance for now), and reading the final volume of the manga .hack//Legend of the Twilight, which was much more satisfying than .hack//Sign (the anime)'s ending.

    I do like the fact that all of the .hack stories are about identity, but each approaches identity in a different way. //Sign asks, "What gives us identity, and what makes that identity worthwhile?" Legend of the Twilight asks, "Can we change our identity by force of will, and if so, how much and in what ways?" Shugo, the protagonist of Legend of the Twilight, wants to be a hero. Can he, just by wanting to? He certainly doesn't start out a hero. Can he force himself to become heroic? Is that truly heroism? All excellent questions, all of them explored to various degrees in the manga.

    Sun, 05 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, December 5, 2004

    'Twas a fairly full day, which is appropriate considering the gorgeous weather. December and it's in the 60's? I'll take it.

    • Went to Leesburg Baptist this morning, and heard another excellent sermon. A few choice quotes:
      • "We have made antiseptic what God wants to make therapeutic."
      • "God honors process."
    • Went to my parents' house and hung out there for a couple of hours, then helped my Dad move some of my grandmother's furniture. We had a good time just chatting.
    • Searched for a copy of Stephen Pressfield's Gates of Fire at three different book stores. At each one, their database insisted there was at least one copy on the shelves, but no copies could be found. And I need to talk about it tomorrow; who'd have thought it would be this hard to find. Oh well. I'll wing it. I did find a good book on kung fu: Kungfu Basics.
    • Thoroughly cleaned the townhouse, top to bottom. I've been feeling sick off and on for the past couple of months, and while I'm sure that's due mainly to moving in to a new environment, I wanted to give my house another full-scale cleaning. I feel much better about the place now that everything's clean.
    • Moved to my next Japanese lesson (#4). I find I'm learning it very well by reading the same lesson every night for a week. I don't have to concentrate as much time on it each night, and the repetition burns the words into my brain.
    • Caught up with a few old online friends from the Sci-Fi Channel's chat server, who are now hanging out in a new IRC server. They asked what I've done since I left the server; I mentioned starting Otherspace, writing, and helping Saalon make Dreaming by Strobelight. The most that other folks there had done was enter college.
    • Finished Orson Scott Card's Ender's Shadow, which impressed me. It's nearly as good as Ender's Game, and that's saying a heck of a lot. I'd like to write more about it, but at the moment it's 2:00 a.m. and I have other things to do.
    Sat, 04 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, December 4, 2004

    Today was baking day. I made M&M cookies, mint chocolate chip cookies, reverse chocolate chip cookies, peanut blossoms, and spritz. In addition to the gingersnaps I made yesterday and the buckeye balls I made on Thursday, I've made seven different kinds of cookies for Christmas. And I still have three more varieties I plan to make.

    Baking consumed most of my day. I did manage to watch a Russian animation of the Swan Princess story, which I enjoyed for the detailed animation and not much else (and the unintentional humor of the good witch).

    Okay, let me explain that last comment. In the Russian animations I've seen, if the story is a fairy tale, there's usually a narrator. They do essentially what Jiminy Cricket did in Disney's Pinocchio. In the Swan Princess animation, the story is told by a crow who happens to be the alter-ego of a good witch in the story.

    For some reason, the voice for this crow character sounds exactly like that for Doris in the animated series The Critic—an aged, Devil-may-care New Yorker with a bad case of smoker's breath, complete with hacking cough. It was amusing to see the kindly old witch talk as though she'd just taken the subway up from Queens.

    Anyvay, after watching the Swan Princess, I realized how much I wanted to see some really excellent animation, so I re-re-re-re-re-watched Hayao Miyazaki's Spirited Away (which, incidentally, is not the original Japanese name, which translates roughly as Sen and Chihiro in the Land of the Gods). After luxuriating in that movie, I luxuriated in a nice hot bath. Appropriate, since Spirited Away is set in a bathhouse.

    One other nice thing occurred yesterday: I received a check from the county for $800 ("Bank Error In Your Favor! Collect $800"). A phone call to them explained why; apparently, I didn't need to pay my personal property taxes. My mortgage company does that for me. So, that's $800 I can use somewhere. I think I'm going to invest it directly in Otherspace Productions, so that I can get that back up and running.

    Fri, 03 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, December 3, 2004

    Because of my Redemption card club meeting this night, I got little done today.

    Work was pretty much a wash; everyone in my group was migrated to a new version of Windows XP today. It went relatively smoothly, but there are still a number of connectivity problems.

    So I came home early and made gingersnaps. I want to have something extra done before my main baking on Saturday.

    Then early to the church, where I met with a group of girls to facilitate a book discussion for a school project. I also found out that I need to attend (and participate in) their presentation on Monday, at 7:15 a.m. That time frame does not fill me with joy—especially because their school is a long drive away—but I know I'll have a good time.

    Only a few people came to Redemption, so we ended up watching some R.O.D. (what a great anime), then I came home and performed my strength training exercises, then went to bed.

    A pretty quiet day.

    Oh! Except that while I was waiting for our systems at work to come back online, I made some updates to my Wala script. I'm adding blogging features, so that the administrator—or anyone who knows the password, really—can post blog entries, which the Wala can display in regular blog fashion.

    I'm doing this because I'm thinking of migrating this journal to the Wala. I'd like to be able to embed WikiWords in this journal, and be able to easily link to blog entries on the Wala. I worry that I'm compromising the simplicity of the Wala by adding feature cruft, but I truly think this is a useful feature.

    Thu, 02 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 2, 2004

    Accomplishments:

    • Ordered a 256 MB SD card (for my Treo 600) off Amazon.com. And in case anyone's wondering, here's why Amazon.com is eating online retailers for lunch: Including shipping, my 256 MB SD card cost what a 128 MB SD card would have cost at my nearest Best Buy or Circuit City.
    • Went grocery shopping, and bought pretty much all the ingredients I'll need for making cookies this weekend. I plan to make about six different kinds of cookies on Saturday.
    • Did a bit of Christmas shopping, using a coupon to my advantage.
    • For dinner, made pan-fried catfish with a lemon-sake sauce. Very tasty, though the sauce needed more lemon juice.
    • Proofed 11 pages of "Blue," a young adult fantasy novel that a friend of mine is writing. This is her second draft of the novel, and it's a big improvement over the first, as she's removed a lot of stuff about the protagonist going around school.
    • Made palmier dough, which is a crispy leaf-shaped cookie somewhat like crispy cinnamon rolls. It's made by making pastry dough, then sprinkling it with cinnamon sugar, folding it into quarters then folding it in half, chilling, and baking it. I've done all but the baking, which I plan to do Saturday morning for breakfast. It was a bit of an ordeal, but I think I can get used to it and make it every week.
    • Made buckeye balls, which are peanut butter balls surrounded with chocolate. One of my favorite holiday treats. They're pretty easy to assemble; they're just time-consuming, because you have to shape each ball, then chill them, then dip each one in chocolate.
    Wed, 01 Dec 04 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, December 1, 2004

    As with yesterday, my illness sucked out the energy I needed to be productive today.

    I did manage to do my strength training exercises, review Japanese (Kore wa Brent desu), and watch the last four episodes of .Hack//Sign. It was a wonderful four episodes, except that it didn't end; the final episode was a cliffhanger. I feel like I'm missing something important, and plan to do some research online to see if I've skipped an episode or something.

    Incidentally, I didn't need to add vanilla to my hot chocolate mix. I just added water and the result was perhaps the best hot chocolate I've ever had.

    I promised to write about the Russian animations I watched last week, and now I will.

    They were remarkable, and unlike the animations I'm used to seeing over here. Most of the them were made using either stop-motion or cut-out animation (imagine a paper doll, photographed in different positions), which is rather jerky but also very different from traditional animation.

    They also use camera and lighting tricks that I rarely see in American or Japanese animation. Several animations would pan along a very long landscape, many screens' width in size. One kept panning the camera up so we could see action in the distance.

    Most of the stories were fairy tales, which I found somewhat disappointing. A fairy tale is, by nature, a simple story, so I was not treated to deep writing with the exception of a fabulous short called "The Weapon," in which an inventor creates an ultimate weapon with the intent to teach the military a lesson, but his invention gets out of hand. Brilliant.

    Urgle. Forgive the dry tone of this entry; it's late and I'm still fighting off this cold. I think I'll stop now, before I embarrass myself further.

    Mon, 31 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:55 p.m.</p>

    My truck wasn't towed. I got a temporary extension through February, so I'll have time to get my truck tested for emissions and return to the DMV. To my delight, I spent a total of maybe five minutes at the DMV.

    I'm feeling better today, by the way. Much of the black hue to yesterday's entry was caused by my illness, I think. I always feel down when I'm sick. And I'm sick every couple of months. A co-worker suggested that I may be having an allergic reaction to something. That makes sense; I'm a moderately active guy, and I eat lots of healthy foods, so I shouldn't be sick this often.

    My to-do list today wasn't as magical as it has been in the past. I did get through about half the items on the list, though.

    In particular, since I've been taking care of my parent's golden retriever Molly for the past week, one of my tasks has been to train her while she's here. She's pretty good at "Come" and "Sit," and I want her to be used to "Down," "Stand," and "Stay" before she leaves.

    My training system is pretty straightforward. I have a bowl of dry kibble on my desk. Whenever I have a moment to spare, I grab a few pieces of kibble and tell Molly to "Come." Her eyes are always glued to those pieces of kibble. I maneuver the kibble to move her into position. So, for example, I'll say "Down" as I move the kibble straight down to the floor. When she moves into position, I give her the piece of kibble. If she doesn't move properly, I simply re-position her and do it again (no reprimands).

    It's remarkably effective. I'll only do a couple of commands per session and maybe three or four sessions per day, but she'll learn a command within a couple of days.

    In other news, David Willis (the creator of It's Walky) is now drawing Shortpacked!, which deals with the employees of a toy store. I'm enjoying it; Willis has a good sense of oddball humor.

    12:00 a.m.

    Want to play DOOM 3 but don't have an expensive 3D video card? Just play the board game.

    The idea's not quite as oddball as it first appeared to me. It looks like a fun monster destruction romp. Courtesy Ludology.

    Ugh. I've had a pretty miserable weekend.

    I came down with a cold late Thursday, which has kept me home pretty much all weekend. Which would be fine if I could actually get anything done while home. Instead, I watched anime (Samurai Champloo, R.O.D the TV, Martian Successor Nadesico, Tenchi GXP, and Zeta Gundam). All were enjoyable at different levels, but they weren't nearly as important as the various things I needed to do this weekend.

    For example, I didn't finish proofing that novel, or scan Otherspace Productions artwork, or write, or read much of anything. And I could have done much of that if I hadn't felt like used chewing gum.

    I'm also still taking care of my parents' dog, who's sweet but very confused and upset by being (A) away from her regular home and (B) away from her regular people. I can understand it, but I'm still annoyed at her desperate antics when I so much as put on my coat.

    On top of all that, I got a sticker on my truck warning me to move it within 48 hours or it'll be towed (I apparently forgot to pay for my 2005 registration; I found the form under a bunch of papers). Of course, that was tacked onto my truck Saturday morning before a big snow storm, so there hasn't been a DMV open since then to allow me to re-register. So now I'm worried that I'll go outside tomorrow to find my truck's been towed. There's something I don't need to happen.

    Worse, I can't go to sleep tonight, and I need to get to work at a reasonable time tomorrow, because my boss has previously expressed his displeasure that I'm sick so often. And my cold was pretty bad today, which makes me worry that I won't be completely healed tomorrow. I do not want to have to drag myself in to work tomorrow, sick and fatigued, especially if I have to face an unhappy boss. Assuming my truck is still there tomorrow morning.

    So, all things considered, I want to curl up in bed and avoid the world. Except that I can't go to sleep, so I can't even do that. My worries just continue to circle my bed, nagging at me....

    Sat, 29 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 29, 2005

    I've found that an effective way to keep a project on-track is to test it. By "project," I mean anything from writing a book to implementing a to-do list, as I'm doing.

    I had a total of fifty-nine items on my new weekly to-do list this past week (some of them regular chores like laundry, others specific tasks like calling about my DSL service). Of those, I completed thirty-seven, and another seven could not be completed for various reasons (I couldn't update matrix experiments lain, for example, because we didn't meet last week so I had nothing to add). That leaves fifteen items that I just didn't get to.

    So here's what that looks like:

    Completed37(63%)
    Not Completeable7(12%)
    Incomplete15(25%)
    TOTAL59

    Most of the incomplete items are daily tasks, such as practicing Japanese. Thus, I'm assuming that I find it easier to take care of occasional tasks than ones that I have to stare at every single day.

    Hmmm. Perhaps I should make those daily tasks slightly less frequent, such as every other day.

    Wed, 26 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 26, 2005

    John Carmack has his own blog now.

    Tue, 25 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, January 25, 2005

    I sometimes think that, if I put my entire to-do list on one day on my calendar, I'd get it all done on that day.

    For example, here's what I wanted to accomplish today: Make about seven phone calls, go to the grocery store, make a fish dinner, do a load of laundry, proof more of that novel, bake a batch of chocolate chip cookies that I can munch on at work instead of buying snacks from the machine, fill out the tax forms for Otherspace Productions, write at least two hundred words of the VR story, and practice Japanese.

    I've done it all. Partly because it was all on my to-do list, and partly because it's all in support of my goals and desires in life. I want to eat well, and bake, and write, and keep Otherspace Productions going. When my to-do lists support those goals, I want to do 'em.

    One of those phone calls was to Verizon to find out why my DSL hardware hasn't arrived. Surprise! My service was cancelled. Not by me: they cancelled it for me, when they found out that my house was so far away from the nearest switch that I didn't qualify for their normal rates. Of course, they didn't bother to tell me this.

    According to the Verizon rep I talked to, my house is so far from the switch that I might just barely be able to squeeze some bandwidth down that pipe, but it'd be miniscule. I'm literally a few hundred feet from the maximum distance to get any sort of signal.

    So I ordered DSL from Earthlink, which appears to support my location well. Judging from some of the forums I've checked, Earthlink's a decent high-speed internet provider; at least, these third-party forums aren't filled with enraged customers. Most of the posts are normal troubleshooting or information requests.

    I should get my hardware by the weekend, and my line should be active by the beginning of next week. I hope to be online at home by the end of next week, an event to which I'm greatly looking forward. And hey, Earthlink explicitly supports Mac OS, which is a relief to me.

    And now, as promised, a big VR story update:

    That night, a shadow swam through the streets and alleys of the city, a figure so fast and so quiet and so stealthy that it was barely noticed by the drunks and the homeless. It slithered up a fire escape and slipped through the shadows of ventilation tubes, barely whispering across the gravel on the roof. It stopped above a skylight.

    If anyone had been there to see it, they would have seen the outline of a man, dressed in Japanese clothes in various dark shades of dark and navy blue. His black hair was pulled back in a small knot, and his intense face peered down through the window, like a hawk studying prey.

    He turned and glided to a nearby ventilation shaft, then folded himself into it and descended into the bowels of the building, with only the occasional slight sigh of shifting metal to advertise his passage. He found an appropriate grate, silently opened it from the inside, and climbed out into a small storage closet. A few moments later, he was in the hallway, turning the knob on a door and silently pushing it open with his left hand.

    Before him was a large, empty room, lit only by the moonlight streaming down from the skylight in the center of the ceiling. Motes of dust hung suspended in the light like stars. And, in the exact center of that light sat Doodlehopper, her legs crossed, wearing her black jacket, shirt, pants, and boots. Her hands lay open on her legs, and as the intruder entered the room, her eyes opened and looked straight at him.

    He held his place, inwardly surprised at this turn of events. He had not expected the girl to be so prepared. He knew better than to underestimate a prepared enemy, so he waited, gauging her. She did not move, simply watching him, for several moments.

    Then she moved her hands to either side of her body and stood as smooth as a cat, the scabbard strapped to her side dangling heavily. His eyes fastened themselves on that scabbard, noting its every motion as it swayed next to her hips. Slowly, but not leisurely, she put her right hand on the hilt and tugged. Ah! It was not a scabbard; it was a bokken, a practice sword, probably made of some lightweight metal. It detached easily from the clip on her belt and she swung it forward, grasping it with her left hand to hold it upright in front of her, her eyes still staring straight at her opponent.

    He put his feet together and stood straight, pulling himself up to his full six feet in height, then announced, "Please put that down."

    She snorted. "Like hell."

    "That bokken will stop my blade no better than a blade of grass. I do not wish to see a good instrument wasted. Please put it down."

    She shook her head, slowly, keeping her eyes on him. "I have the right to defend myself with whatever I have. You're just gonna have to deal."

    He sighed, like a parent confronting a petulant child. "Since I have been unable to kill you immediately, I must ask you this: Do you still protect Thomas Aznable?"

    One of Doodlehopper's eyelids twitched slightly; whether from irritation or exertion, he could not tell. "Why d'you wanna know that?" she asked. "Gotta write it down in your Killing Diary?" His face clouded. She allowed herself a small, vicious smile, and continued: "'Tuesday: Bought bread, went out with Cindy, killed a guy in his sleep.'"

    "Mr. Aznable is currently sleeping in a motel room twenty-two blocks from this building," the man said, his voice betraying a thin edge of annoyance. "If you are still pledged as his protector, you seem to be doing an odd job of protecting him."

    Her vicious smile turned positively nasty. "You think I care what you think of me? You, a petty assassin who slaughters the innocent for a quick buc—"

    And he was ten feet in front of her, his sword already out of its sheath, the thin blade glowing in the moonlight and arcing towards her right side like the grin of Death's Cheshire Cat. She shifted her weight and shoved her weapon towards his, knocking his sword out of the way with a clang as she turned back inwards and swung the blade with all her might towards his stomach and chest....

    But it was no longer there; he glided out of the way and pulled himself back a few feet. How did he do that? she thought. He reversed his momentum in mid-strike!

    She regained her balance and paused, studying him. His face betrayed him; he was watching her with greater intensity now. She gave herself a mental high-five for that.

    "Do you protect Thomas Aznable?" he asked again, his voice as unperturbed as when he'd first asked it.

    She grunted. "Persistent little bugger, aren't you? Okay. Yeah, I guess I do."

    She saw him as he accelerated forward this time, giving her a larger window of opportunity to respond. But he didn't slow down, and angled past her to her left. She was puzzled for half an instant, then with all her strength she pushed her legs off the floor and slid to her right. He raised his blade almost languidly, and it flew through the air where her kidneys had been. She fancied she could feel its breath whisper along her side. He spun to face her but did not move further; she risked a glance down and saw the fabric of her jacket gaping down where his sword had cut clean through it.

    She pushed down the panicked fears of a blade and a man that could cut through leather like a finger slicing through air and returned her attention to her opponent, but as she did he rocketed forward, bringing his steel around in a devastating arc that she knew could cut clean through her neck.

    So she raised her blade to block. His mouth twisted slightly in amusement, knowing she didn't have the strength and the position to fully block his blow. At the final instant she twisted her hands slightly.

    His steel met hers and an explosion threw his sword away, electricity arcing in sinuous waves between her bokken and his blade until he drew back to a comfortable distance. His eyes were wide and his nostrils flared in indignant surprise. She smirked.

    "Wait a sec," she said. "I thought you wanted to fight?" She shifted her weight onto her back foot and yelled, "Let's fight," launching herself at him with every pound of weight and strength she could muster.

    She attempted a kote, the end of her bokken reaching for her opponent's wrist. He pulled back yet further — though he was only a few feet from the wall now — and with inhuman speed spun his wrist around her thrust. A quarter-second later he was lunging at her towards his left, pulling his sword with him so as to slice into her left side. She ducked to her right, plowing into his chest and pulling the bokken towards her, hoping to trap him between its pulsing electricity and her body. But this meant grabbing his sword arm, leaving the deadly steel on its end to strike her back. Sure enough, she felt the muscles in his arm constrict, so she planted her feet and spun him away. He came to a rest nearly in the corner, and as he did she realized that he had allowed her to break their dangerous embrace, probably knowing that neither would leave it unscathed.

    "You have great skill," he said, watching her carefully as he raised his sword into a ready position.

    "Chudan kamae," she murmured, and his eyes widened a fraction of an inch as she leapt forward in a men uchi or blow to the head, her bokken whistling through the air ahead of her in a neon shimmer of electricity. He feinted to the right and brought his sword around in a deadly arc towards her exposed left side. She just caught his movement in enough time to swing her bokken towards his blade, making contact. Light exploded from the steel of his sword where it made contact with the crackling lightning of her bokken, then she was surprised to realize that he was holding his sword in place, pushing against her. She shifted her weight enough to let both weapons slide to the hilt, still locked, and she heaved forward with all her strength.

    He held her at nearly arm's length, adjusting his stance every so often to keep her bokken from coming near him. Energy cascaded off the connected metal, sparking and flashing like fireworks. She glared grimly into his eyes, which were as calm as that of a professor studying a specimen.

    She couldn't help frowning. She was just barely keeping him at bay, and he showed no sign of running out of tricks. She remembered a pitched battle against her sensei once, and his strikes and slashes were just like this. Well, not quite as deadly, but just as calm and focused as this man's.

    Fear rushed into her mind, flooding her with a cold, clammy feeling of dread. She saw her death standing just beyond this man. He waited.

    Now that you're done reading it, note the new poll; what do you think of this new entry?

    Mon, 24 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 24, 2005

    (Note: I finally uploaded entries for the last few days, including a VR story snippet on Thursday. I plan to post a big VR story update tomorrow to make up for my lack of updates recently.)

    The to-do list worked well today, too. I took my parents to the airport, then after a quick dinner at a local Asian restaurant, I picked up Molly (my parents' golden retriever, who I'm taking care of while they're away) and returned home without incident.

    Poor Molly was literally hang-dog the whole time. She held her head low and barely moved for the first half of the trip, which is normal when my parents leave. She perked up by the time I reached home, though.

    I then implemented a quick fix to Cronan, which I intend to send off for testing tomorrow. If that goes well, Cronan will be finished. I can't wait to get that off my chest.

    I also spent a bit more time proofing that novel. Forty pages to go. This is work. Hopefully, I'll be able to finish it by the end of the week.

    And I watched episode 35 of Gudam Seed, which is the last that's been released. Wow. The plot is getting heavy and pretty deep, and I am extremely impressed that Kira is turning into something approaching NausicaŠ. This just might be the best Gundam series of them all.

    Afterwards, I wrote another 300 words of the VR story, which finishes part one. Yay! Part one is now a total of 18,000 words long. I now have an idea of the rough shape of part two, which will probably be another 30,000 words or so, which will bring the total to about 50,000 words, at which point I think Thomas Aznable will have reached the end of his primary character development. I look forward to seeing the shape of the story then, to see if this will remain a short novel, or if there's more story to tell. 'Twould be great if this ended up as a full-length novel that I could shop around. I could at least collect a bunch of rejections, then set up a print-on-demand thingie for it on my website.

    Sun, 23 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 23, 2005

    Well, the weekly to-do list worked today, at least. I did pretty much everything:

    • I tried to go to church, but the parking lot was almost empty (no doubt thanks to the snow).
    • So I drove over to Starbucks and spent about two hours online there, researching accountants for Otherspace Productions, updating Syllable.org, advertising my spare bedroom for rent on CraigsList, updating SUB, and updating the OS on Navi2.
    • I then dove back into Cronan, a BeOS application that I'm writing at the request of a really cool BeOS guy. Unfortunately, I've felt absolutely no interest in working on it lately, despite his great patience with me. I did manage to prototype the last big feature, so I can at least report that we're on track to be done soon. If I can, I'll do some more work on it tomorrow.
    • I grouted the new tile floor at the entrance to my townhouse. The grout ended up quite rough, actually, but I did the best I could with what I had, and I'm proud that I at least did it. Took quite a long time, too; an hour and a half to grout fifteen tiles.

    Tomorrow, I'll be driving my parents to the airport in the evening and bringing their golden retriever back to my place for the two weeks they'll be gone. That should still give me plenty of time to work on Cronan, though. Eh, we'll see.

    Sat, 22 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 22, 2005

    Arg, forgot to upload Friday's entry, which was my penance for forgetting to upload any of the VR story last week. I'm beginning to think I should upload the VR story on a different day, since I'm sure not remembering to post it on Wednesdays.

    I sort of relaxed on today. Oh, I did a few chores: laundry, a bit of house cleaning, etc. But mostly I spent the day doing things I enjoy: I cooked a pot of beef stew—an excellent accompaniment to the four inches of snow that fell today—and I watched some anime. I finished the second disc of Paranoia Agent (which started downright creeping me out by the end; while the first disc was more like Millenium Actress, the second is leaning towards Perfect Blue), Zeta Gundam (which is slowly establishing some very interesting characters, including a reticent jock), and Gundam Seed (which was good up to episode 22 and is drop-dead fabulous thereafter).

    On Saturday, I also collated my Master Mind Map with a detailed to-do list I'd written a few months ago. The to-do list was an attempt to actually list everything that I want to do, broken down by category and task. After I re-arranged that list around my personal goals and desires, I found I was much more interested in accomplishing it.

    So, I extracted everything in the to-do list that referenced a regular, day-of-the-week item (like strength training every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday), and assembled a weekly to-do list. This list contains each day of the next week, and what I want to do on each day.

    Then I skimmed the big to-do list for a bunch of one-time things I want to get done, and inserted them into my week based on when I'll probably have time. I made sure to leave quite a lot of spare time in each day for unexpected things.

    So. I look forward to seeing how this works.

    Thu, 20 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, January 20, 2005

    Not much to write about. except my apologies for forgetting to post more of the VR story this week. I'll post a bit after the following review of The Seventh Seal, which I wrote several months ago and now have a chance to post.

    It's a weird film. The plot is primarily philosophical, dealing with the apparent silence of God. The protagonist is a knight returning from the Crusades and questioning his faith. After he washes up on his homeland's shores, Death appears to him in bodily form, but the knight challenges Death to a game of chess so that he can have enough time to perform one good deed before dying.

    The film chronicles the next day or so of the knight's life, as he and his squire observe the people around them. The Black Plague has struck hard, and its horrible effects are being blamed on everyone from supposed witches to widespread sin. Indeed, the film is literally interrupted part-way by a procession of chanting priests and wailing flagellants who stumble past, their eyes focused upwards or inwards but never outwards.

    It's a weird film. Every shot looks like a professional black-and-white photograph, creatively framed and intriguing. Ebert suggests that this is as much a silent film as a talkie, and I agree. While there's plenty of dialogue, the film relies on visual storytelling. Bergman composes his shots so that the eye always has something new to feast upon.

    It's an unsettling film, too, but it's supposed to be. It's about the silence of God, after all, and the film has many awkward silences and still points. The characters seem always off-balance, like a mediocre Shakespearean company that can't quite remember its lines. Some bluff their way through life, some ignore it, some struggle to make themselves heard or to understand. But everyone and everything in the film has a dream-like unreality.

    I feel like I should finish this little review by explaining whether I liked or disliked it. Neither word applies to The Seventh Seal. You're not supposed to like the silence of God, and this film makes it uncomfortable. It perfectly captures the nature of its subject matter. The film left me with a sense of disquiet, and I pondered the nature of God afterwards. How many films can do that?

    Doodlehopper shook her head. "I'm not guarding your guy anymore."

    They both looked surprised, then the first thug said, "That doesn't matter. They'll come after you now anyway."

    She'd expected that. Groups with the cash and cajones to hire nutjobs like Grey Hackle always wanted every loose end tied up. She knew she'd continue to be a target; she'd just hoped she could get enough distance to keep the heat off...oh well.

    She gave them hard looks, searching them. She couldn't shake the impression of frightened kids. And from the looks of them, that's pretty much what they were.

    Finally she blew out a breath and said, "Give me the info on tonight's attack. If it checks out, we'll meet again here at, oh, ten tomorrow morning."

    Their faces lit up with hope and they nodded. The second one explained, "Tonight, you'll be attacked by Zazun the Blade. He always attacks at night. He uses some sort of swords, but we don't know what kind or even how many. He's silent and not flashy at all. Usually kills very clean. But when things get messy, uhhh...so does he. I saw some of the cop photos. Blood and stuff everywhere. He'll go after you first, then Aznable."

    She nodded, then stood. "I'll be ready."

    Wed, 19 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 19, 2005 [Paranoia Agent image]

    It's going to be a bulleted list day, mainly because I got quite a bit done.

    • Stopped by Suncoast and bought Paranioa Agent volume 2, Samura Champloo volume 1, R.O.D the TV volume 4, and El Mariachi.
    • Watched two more episodes of Gundam SEED, which is becoming increasingly fantastic, and episode five of Paranoia Agent, which continues the almost unimaginable excellence of the first four episodes.
    • Made chili in preparation for the Chili Cook-Off at work, and it turned out quite tasty. Easy recipe: Brown two pounds of ground beef (seasoned with salt, pepper, and chile powder), chop two onions and sweat them with some oil and garlic for a few minutes in a large pot, then add two chopped red bell peppers, five chopped chiles (heads and seeds removed), a can of beans, and a can of crushed tomatoes. Simmer for ten minutes, then add the beef and lower the heat to low-medium and cook for 45 minutes.
    • Wrote a decent ending to "The Old Man," though I'm still not happy with it. I may need to write a few more endings, just to figure out how I really want to end it.

    In other news, my new laptop is holding up pretty well, though it feels cheaper than Navi. The keys feel fragile and the material feels thinner, more like a child's toy than a piece of serious hardware. The hard drive's much louder, too. I don't know; maybe it's just me, and my frustration in unexpectedly having to pay $1,300 for it (which I honestly can't afford, and had to put on my already charge-heavy Visa card).

    Tue, 18 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:48 p.m.</p>

    This has ended up a pretty good day. I had difficulty focusing at work, but got a fair amount done. I came home and watched more of Zeta Gundam and Gundam SEED, then incorporated comments on my November short story, "The Old Man." Now I just need to remember the ending that the writing group hashed out.

    Wanted to mention: I'm less than fifty pages from finishing proofing that novel. It's been a struggle; several recent passages were tirelessly gruesome, and the author continues his tendency to open new chapters with several paragraphs of irrelevant backstory. But I'm so close I can smell the sweet scent of completion.

    I've actually considered abandoning this proofing job a couple of times, mainly in reaction to those gruesome parts. I'm sorry I read them; they feel like what I've read of the exploitation movie I Spit On Your Grave. Let's watch as a character tortures and kills people in revenge! Yay! Even Quentin Tarantino knew to keep that off-screen in Pulp Fiction.

    Getting back on track: I finally had to e-mail the author, who assured me that there are no more violent dismemberments later in the book. With that knowledge, I'll grit my teeth and finish it.

    I should point out that the novel is not bad; it's quite good. However, as a proofreader, I have to read every single word and weigh the grammar of every sentence. I can't just read along and enjoy the book; I have to dissect it. It's a draining experience.

    Draining or not, I will finish this.

    Okay, this has not been a good weekend for writing journal entries, as I haven't had my normal 'puter on which to write them. So, in brief:

    Navi (my old laptop) is pretty much dead. It won't even boot for more than a few seconds any more.

    I bought a new, entry-level iBook to replace it, as repairing it would have cost nearly as much as the replacement did. So, $1,300 later, I have a new laptop.

    However, not only did the Apple store forget to tell me when my data was transferred to the new laptop—I had to call to find out that it was ready—my primary user account wasn't transferred. To be fair, this wasn't completely their fault, as I had that account encrypted with FileVault; it wasn't supposed to be copied normally. That meant that all my primary data was lost.

    Thank goodness for backups. I made a backup of my data on Saturday, so I grabbed that and was pretty much back to normal; the only thing I lost was some of my wallpapers (so I've made a note to add that to my backup procedures). If nothing else, this has been an excellent confirmation that my backup procedures work.

    Unfortunately, I also discovered that the entry-level iBook has a smaller hard drive than Navi's. It has just enough space for all my music files and a few games, but I only have 1.38 GB left. Not much space. And that statement should shock me, but I guess I'm used to the massive amounts of storage around these days.

    So, I've been cleaning out a few unnecessary things, such as album artwork (which is almost useless). I'm thinking of re-ripping a bunch of my CDs as something under 192 kbps, as I doubt I'll notice the difference except in concert-level performances.

    Actually, I think I should rip the same song (or set of songs) multiple times at different qualities and judge for myself. Personal experience is the ultimate teacher.

    Fri, 14 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 14, 2005

    (Gah! This was supposed to post for Thursday. Ah well; I'll fix it eventually.)

    My long, tiring week continues. I attended happy hour tonight, which was great fun despite the fact that the grease of the pizza joined forces with the alcohol in the Guinness to wage war on my stomach. But I had a good time with the folks there, and then helped my parents move some furniture and caught up with them.

    Unfortunately, I'm having iBook trouble. Several times recently, the screen has completely died. The OS itself apparently continues to function; I can blindly click on things and can hear audio feedback, and the hard drive makes noises typical of normal workings. Even rebooting didn't help today. I eventually managed to do a full reset—unplugging it and removing the battery—and it worked fine after that, despite being unhappy at the unclean shutdown.

    So now I'm going to have to find time to take Navi to my local Apple Store, and hope that they can fix it reasonably soon. Navi's my only link to the internet while I wait for Verizon to hook up DSL at my townhouse (a process which I expect to take several weeks).

    Wed, 12 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 12, 2005

    I am in the middle of a long tunnel. That tunnel is this week.

    Okay, that's probably too dramatic, but this is a very tiring week and it's only going to get more tiring. I've been out every night this week—Monday and Tuesday all night at writing groups—and I'll be out every other night. Thursday night, I'm going to happy hour after work, then helping my parents move a dresser. Friday night, I'll be having dinner with my aunt and her son who are coming down for the weekend, after which I'll spend the night at Redemption. Saturday morning I have breakfast and spend the morning with the same relatives, then it's off to the weekly animation meeting, then I host Guy's Night Out.

    Sunday, I have church, then I really need to finish proofing that novel so I can get it off my chest.

    I'm not complaining; I'll enjoy it all. It's just more than I can honestly handle in one week without exhausting myself. I know that I'll be irritable by Sunday. I want to avoid exhausting myself, but then...what should I cut out?

    Meanwhile, work has been an unexpected joy. I've been in training all week, but it's training with a bunch of fun people who all want to learn and teach. That's made all the difference; I'm learning a lot and connecting with people a little bit. That's why I want to go to happy hour Thursday night.

    Unfortunately, I've come home exhausted and mentally unable to perform my 9:00 routine (write fiction, review Japanese, write a journal entry, and read). I've wanted to, but I either return home at 11:00 or I don't have the energy.

    Though to be honest, I wonder if I'm not just fooling myself there. What if I just went ahead and wrote anyway?

    On the gripping hand, I suspect that I'm mistrusting my own judgment. I probably am too tired to do those things, and if I tried, I'd tire myself further and make insignificant progress.

    Mon, 10 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 10, 2005

    I have got to stop reading manga when I get home.

    The manga in this case was volume four of Osamu Tezuka's Buddha, a massive epic that tells the tale of the Buddha's life. Fortunately, Tezuka's brilliant, so his narrative is breathtaking. Unfortunately, he's telling the extended edition, full-scale version of Buddha's life; Buddha doesn't even get his name until the end of this volume. As a result, this is a sprawling story, and it's easy to lose sight of the big picture in the midst of fascinating subplots.

    I bought this book today, at the local Evil Chain Bookstore, just after an excellent writer's group meeting. We critiqued one short story and two novel excerpts, which were all about as different as could be:

    1. "The Bank Robber Wore Armani" was a humorous piece that the author had pared down for a short-short market, but I felt it pared down too much. There was just barely enough to describe the plot, and precious little to establish characters.
    2. "As Yet Untitled" was the first chapter of an older woman's first attempt at writing anything. In this case, it's a mystery novel. It was a textbook example of a first writer's work: inconsistent point of view, minimal description of characters, scenes that began and ended abruptly...and yet the author had a wonderful ability to evoke mood and describe details with richness and power.
    3. The final piece (I can't remember its name) is the emotional climax of a dramatic novel about a woman with a domineering mother, who is returning home to deal with her now invalid mother, and the emotional minefield she must navigate there. It was powerful and moving and beautifully executed. We had comments and suggestions, but were mostly blown away by the sheer emotional weight of the text.

    This makes me want to write. I hope I can spend some time this week polishing my December short story, "Crossing the Border," and writing more of the VR story. I have about 2,500 words of the VR story as yet unpublished, which is a considerable buffer, but I do plan on posting larger segments as we move into the next big action scene, so I could do with some more material.

    >At this point, I wish I had a better idea of the future direction of the VR story. I intentionally began the VR story with no idea of its direction so that I could just write something fun, but it's turning into a mishmash of action sequences. I'm toying with the idea of plotting out the direction of the story so that it would hold together better—

    But I just realized exactly what needs to happen next in the VR story. Okay. Yes. This is going to be very cool and a lot of fun.

    Sun, 09 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 9, 2005

    I am continually amazed at how much I can do when I write down a to-do list at the beginning of the day.

    For some reason, typing it out on the computer doesn't help me much. When I've tried that before, I've accomplished a few of the items on the list, but not all of it. I think that typing it helped me to organize my thoughts, which made it easier for me to start on the list, but it wasn't enough to finish it. There's something important about putting pen to paper, that makes the list feel more real to me.

    Anyvay. I finally cleaned up all of the mail that's been piling up over the past week, calculated out my actual bank balance (which, unfortunately, won't allow me to make any significant purchases for quite awhile), did laundry, finished updating matrix experiments lain with the artwork I got yesterday, and made a pot of chili.

    I should mention that the chili is a variation on a recipe from great chef Alton Brown. It's a bean-less chili that consists mostly of ground beef, as well as onions, garlic, beef stock, beer (!), some crushed tomatoes, and of course chopped chili peppers. It's supposed to also contain roasted red bell peppers, but I left the peppers under the broiler for so long that they were almost completely blackened. I compensated with way more crushed tomatoes than called for in Alton's recipe. The resulting chili was pretty good from what little I tasted before tossing it in the fridge. I can't wait to try it tomorrow for lunch.

    I actually didn't accomplish everything on my list. The one item that remained undone was proofing the rest of that novel. I told its author I'd finish it by the end of January, but even that's going to be a tough job. I'm going to be out every night this week as it turns out, so I probably won't have the time to work on it until the weekend at the earliest.

    FYI, my weeknight schedule for this week is as follows:

    1. Monday – Mystery writer's group
    2. Tuesday – SF writer's group
    3. Wednesday – Meeting with a friend so she can return several DVDs she borrowed from me
    4. Thursday – Helping my parents move a dresser out of one of their rental properties in time for the new renter, who's moving in less than two weeks from now.

    I'd like to fool myself into thinking that today proves I'll be able to be productive when I get home from these things this week, but I know that I'll be much more tired than I was today. Maybe I will have the energy at some point to proof another thirty or forty pages, but I'm not going to set myself up for disappointment that way.

    Sat, 08 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 8, 2005

    Otherspace Productions met today, minus our concept artist. We had a good time. matrix experiments lain is nearing completion, so I think we'll be able to move forward with Summer Storm very soon.

    I'm thinking about developing a documentary about the making of matrix experiments lain, sort of a "Here's how we made this animation" video. I figure we could sell it for a reasonable price, which would start generating income, which would be welcome.

    The main problem lies in figuring out exactly what sort of documentary to make. How do I approach it? I don't want to make a dry, boring video, obviously, but I can't even get a grip on how to begin. It gives me a headache.

    So now, to bed, even though it's late and my sleep patterns remain completely messed up.

    Fri, 07 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:49 p.m.</p>

    Held the Redemption card club tonight. 'Twas a good night, filled mostly with older kids: Nik, Matt, Gret, and Richard, in addition to the four Davis'. Plus Gret's little sister and Dad.

    I had a great time, though I'm usually monkey-in-the-middle on Fridays. Everyone wants to ask me a question or get my opinion or find out if I've seen a movie. Not that I'm complaining; it's great.

    I did manage to sneak in another episode of Zeta Gundam, which is getting ever more interesting. The main character, Kamille, is a bit of a nutjob. He overhears a mild insult from a soldier, and proceeds to punch the guy. After he's arrested, he gets into another fight with the same officer but manages to slip away when a Gundam crashes into the building they're in. Then he steals a Gundam, uses it to intimidate and laugh at the officer who insulted him, then uses it to defect to the bad guys (at least, I think they're the bad guys; it can be hard to tell in Gundam shows). I can't tell if he's confused or evil.

    I am never going to get anything done this week.

    I overslept this morning, so I had no time in the morning to exercise, read the Bible, read a poem, or get breakfast, as I usually do. As a result, my entire day was off-balance. I need those things to center me.

    Which is perhaps not an entirely good thing. Oh, there's nothing wrong with comforting routines in themselves, but I've begun wondering if I depend on them too much.

    I've realized lately that I'm poor at embracing uncertainty. When I'm faced with a situation that makes me anxious, I tend to freeze up. This happens to me a lot at work; if I have to do something new, I need some time to get used to it.

    I think I'd do well by training myself to accept uncertainty. How to Think like Leonardo da Vinci suggests putting yourself in situations that make you mildly anxious—drive down a road you're unfamiliar with, strike up a conversation with a stranger—and simply monitor your emotional and physical reactions. Learn what anxiety feels like, so you can recognize it when you have even a mild reaction.

    Anyvay. Despite my off-kilter day (and tiredness), I had a productive day at work, followed by a wonderful dinner with my parents (my treat for their assistance with my townhouse), followed by a movie at my house (the Jackie Chan/Sammo Hung/Tony Leung Cool Hand Luke rip-off, The Prisoner). They left at 9:30, but my Deep Discount DVD order had arrived, and I just had to watch one of the MST3K episodes contained therein. I contented myself with "The Gunslinger," but slipped in a few short films as well. I still wasn't tired, so I watched the first episode of Zeta Gundam (which, like the first episodes of most Gundam series, was good but not remarkable, though I am looking forward to future episodes).

    So now it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm at least writing a journal entry before I go to bed, despite feeling only a little tired. I fear I'll oversleep even more tomorrow morning. Well, I'll be working late anyway in preparation for the Redemption club meeting at 7:30 p.m.

    I wish I had a snappy ending for this.

    Thu, 06 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:51 p.m.</p>

    I am never going to get anything done this week.

    I overslept this morning, so I had no time in the morning to exercise, read the Bible, read a poem, or get breakfast, as I usually do. As a result, my entire day was off-balance. I need those things to center me.

    Which is perhaps not an entirely good thing. Oh, there's nothing wrong with comforting routines in themselves, but I've begun wondering if I depend on them too much.[IMAGE]

    I've realized lately that I'm poor at embracing uncertainty. When I'm faced with a situation that makes me anxious, I tend to freeze up. This happens to me a lot at work; if I have to do something new, I need some time to get used to it.

    I think I'd do well by training myself to accept uncertainty. How to Think like Leonardo da Vinci suggests putting yourself in situations that make you mildly anxious—drive down a road you're unfamiliar with, strike up a conversation with a stranger—and simply monitor your emotional and physical reactions. Learn what anxiety feels like, so you can recognize it when you have even a mild reaction.

    Anyvay. Despite my off-kilter day (and tiredness), I had a productive day at work, followed by a wonderful dinner with my parents (my treat for their assistance with my townhouse), followed by a movie at my house (the Jackie Chan/Sammo Hung/Tony Leung Cool Hand Luke rip-off, The Prisoner). They left at 9:30, but my Deep Discount DVD order had arrived, and I just had to watch one of the MST3K episodes contained therein. I contented myself with "The Gunslinger," but slipped in a few short films as well. I still wasn't tired, so I watched the first episode of Zeta Gundam (which, like the first episodes of most Gundam series, was good but not remarkable, though I am looking forward to future episodes).

    So now it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm at least writing a journal entry before I go to bed, despite feeling only a little tired. I fear I'll oversleep even more tomorrow morning. Well, I'll be working late anyway in preparation for the Redemption club meeting at 7:30 p.m.

    I wish I had a snappy ending for this.

    (Arrrg...this is meant to be for yesterday, but I can't change it at the moment.)

    I'd hoped to be a little more productive today, but I was quite tired after a (good, productive) day at work. I managed to make up a pot of stir-fry and bake a chicken breast for dinner, but that was the extent of my productivity. I plopped onto the couch and watched the MST3K episode "Red Zone Cuba", the first episode of the anime Lunar Legend Tsukihime (which was mediocre, though anime is often mediocre early on), and the first three episodes of Paranoia Agent (which I've already seen, twice; it's that good).

    I've been a bit depressed all day, actually, what with the death of Will Eisner. My favorite blogs have been talking extensively about his death, but in case you aren't familiar with him, Eisner was a comic strip guy from the 1930's who was the first to begin seeing comics as a valid artistic medium.

    To put things in perspective:

    It's the 1930's. Daily newspaper comic strips are just now established, particularly thanks to William Randolph Hearst's obsession with printing Krazy Kat in his papers. These comics fell into two broad categories: gag comics (like Krazy Kat) and adventure stories. The adventure stories favored heroic characters who were beginning to cross over the line into superheroes.

    At this time, Will Eisner began drawing a comic called The Spirit, about a guy in a fedora who used his brains first and his fists as a backup. He was a prototype superhero.

    But more importantly, the Spirit was drawn as a very human character who dealt with human problems. One classic episode has the Spirit and a lady friend stranded on a desert island, during which the hero is completely delirious. The island happens to be the home of a random criminal the Spirit put away many years ago, since escaped and holed up in a little shack on this island. He proceeds to beat the Spirit nearly to death before the lady intervenes. It's a wonderfully human problem—what happens to superheroes when they're not at their peak? They suffer.

    Eisner became one of the central men in comics at the time, hiring many influential artists, including (pause while Brent consults his copy of Eisner's Shop Talk) Jack Kirby, Lou Fine, and Joe Kubert. The Eisner & Iger studio was a major training ground for talent and produced many strips.

    But then, the cannons of World War II thundered, and Eisner—along with many other comic strip artists of the day—went off to war. When he came back, he tired of comics and pursued more traditional business.

    Fast-forward to the 1970's (I don't know exactly when this occurred). Eisner was sitting as chairman of the board at Croft Publishing when he got a phone call from Phil Seuling, who was one of the first comic convention organizers (he helped start the now-massive San Diego Comic-Con). His secretary said, "There's a Mr. Seuling on the phone, and he's talking about a comic convention. What's that? I didn't know you were a cartoonist, Mr. Eisner."

    So he went to the convention, and he "was stunned at the existence of a whole world," to quote him. He got back into comics and began writing about and exploring the idea of comics as a serious artistic medium.

    Now, this was before big-budget comic book movies, and this was even before the term "graphic novels" had any meaning. This was before Watchmen and Sandman and Maus and Kingdom Come and The Dark Knight Returns. In 1978, Eisner published A Contract With God, the first American graphic novel. It's actually a set of four short stories that all concern the residents of 55 Dropsie Avenue in the Bronx, and it's full of pathos.

    Fourteen years later, after the rest of the comics world began producing graphic novels, Eisner published the first critical study of comics as an art form, Comics and Sequential Art. This inspired Scott McCloud to write and publish his seminal work, Understanding Comics, which has become the de facto primer on comics as a medium.

    Eisner was still drawing comics until just before he died, and was responsible for a mountain of material. He may very well have been the American Osamu Tezuka.

    I wish I'd written him a letter, to thank him.

    Hopefully, he's happily comparing notes with Tezuka now.

    Wed, 05 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, January 5, 2005

    Well, today I planned to get very little done, and I did. Or, rather, didn't. Er. I did as little as I planned.

    Anyvay.

    Tuesdays are typically long, hard days for me. I've noticed that, on most Tuesdays, I come home tired and don't have the energy for any significant projects; I have to veg out that night. So, I intentionally planned to do only a few things today, namely, make stir-fry, leave a check out for the plumber who's coming tomorrow, and print out the submitted stories for my writer's group next Tuesday. I didn't get to the stir-fry, but I did manage the rest of it, plus I finished writing the first draft of my December short story, "Crossing the Border."

    The plumber is coming for an entertaining reason. When my Dad and I worked on hooking up my new dishwasher last Friday, we found a valve that looked like it shut off the water to the house. When my Dad turned it, he discovered he was turning it off, so he figured that wasn't it. When he turned it back on, it began spraying water everywhere. After a few Calvin and Hobbes moments of fighting the streams of water, he closed the valve, but it was still dripping water, one drop every couple of seconds.

    We got a bucket under it, and I tried calling a plumber...but this was four o'clock on New Year's Eve. I finally got through to one service that promised to find someone who'd give me a call and an estimate as to when she'd (!) be out. Not surprisingly, I never heard back. Fortunately, the drip was slow enough and my bucket was big enough that I could leave it over the weekend.

    So I called back on Monday. Turns out they don't even service my area. Thanks for the promise, then. So I started calling plumbers again, and got one who said they'd send someone out Wednesday morning. My Dad volunteered to hang out at my place so I wouldn't have to miss work, for which I've made sure to thank him repeatedly. So hopefully, the plumber will (A) fix the leak, and (B) figure out the location of the main shut-off valve for my townhouse. If he does that, Dad says he should be able to get my dishwasher up and running tomorrow afternoon.

    I have my fingers crossed, but not my breath held. So to speak.

    Man, English is a weird language.

    She had to admit she was intrigued. The talkative one poured out his story, about his life in the mob, being assigned to "take care of" Thomas, his failures to do so thanks to Doodlehopper, and some ludicrous fairy tale about meeting with a bunch of mafia big-wigs who had some guy chained up in the same room.

    Still. They dutifully showed her the tattoos on their palms, which marked them as mafia for life. The very few who managed to escape that life made sure to get skin grafts for their palms, since one glance at those tattoos meant an instant pink slip.

    The talkative one was winding down. "So, you see, we can't go back, because they'll kill us. And no matter where we go, they'll find us and kill us. There's no use running. But...errrrr...." He looked down at his hands, which were throttling a paper napkin. "You're really good at protecting yourself, and you're against them. So we figure, if we could join up with you, we could fight together. We'd protect you, and you'd protect us."

    She fought the urge to laugh, knowing that that would be at best impolite and at worst an invitation for one of them to launch into hysterics.

    He saw her face spasm and quickly said, "We won't get in your way! We'll make our own meals and everything. And we really are good at what we do, we just...well...you're better than anyone else we've met."

    She closed her eyes and scrubbed a hand over her face. "I hate to sound cliché," she said, "but there's no way I can trust you. Maybe you've been given another chance and now you're just trying to get my guard down."

    The quiet one spoke up, saying with a soft voice, "Boss is going to send another group after you. We know who they are, and we know how to stop them. One of them is going to attack you tonight. We can tell you what's going on, and I know their system enough to hack in and find out what they'll do next."

    Mon, 03 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, January 3, 2005

    I've been writing recently about the mind maps I make for each day. Sometimes I accomplish everything on the map. Some days, I accomplish nothing on the map. Today was one of the latter days.

    Work went well; despite the fact that an electrician was wiring offices all day, my computer booted and I was on the network starting about 10:30 a.m. and continuing for the rest of the day. I updated a couple of documents and completed my weekly status for the week before. Most importantly, I talked briefly with the project engineer about work to be done, which I think laid the groundwork for a deeper conversation I plan to have with him tomorrow, in which I will push forward with my takeover of more documentation work.

    I had intended to go home and make stir-fry, so that I could take leftovers to work for lunch rather than going out to eat. I was so looking forward to that until I realized—halfway into the afternoon—that I had forgotten to defrost the chicken, and I had no other meat to use. Arrrrg.

    So, I went out to eat at a nice restaurant, which I rarely do for dinner. The restaurant of choice was called the Longhorn Steakhouse, which serves large portions of pretty good dishes at reasonable prices. I was only able to eat half of my meal, which is good, as I can have the other half for lunch tomorrow. The chicken is currently defrosting, so I can make stir-fry tomorrow night.

    On the way home, I stopped by Best Buy to use a gift card, and after deciding to purchase several things then putting them all back, I ended up with just one purchase: volume 1 of the Shaman King anime. I came home and watched all three episodes on the disc. Episodes 1 and 2 were pedestrian, but the third shows serious promise. Episode three was good anime.

    Then I chatted with Saalon for awhile, about the Java programming language and the state of fantasy and science fiction literature (yes, our conversations do wander a bit). That inspired me to write a bit more of my December short story, which is now nearly done. Yay!

    But my mind map remains sadly unused. I didn't make my stir-fry, I didn't fix up more of the wall Dad and I built on Friday, and I forgot to check my bank statements while at work so I couldn't go through my finances.

    But I had a good day. So who cares?

    Sun, 02 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 2, 2005

    'Twas a quiet day. I had very little energy or enthusiasm this morning, so I relaxed in my bedroom, reading volume 3 of the Bleach manga and generally relaxing. I eventually got the gumption to head off to work, where I intended to finish off some work and sign my timecard. I arrived to discover that the entire network was down. Arg. I'm going to have to create a correction timecard and explain the situation to my boss tomorrow. That's an unpleasant thought.

    [Gundam Seed artwork]

    I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and picked up a few things, especially a filet of tilapia (a type of fish) for dinner. By the time I got home and cleaned the sink full of dishes (I'm anxious to get my dishwasher working), I didn't want to do much of anything, so I watched Jackie Chan's Spiritual Kung Fu—a terrible film but also fundamentally enjoyable in the way of any Saturday afternoon, badly dubbed, incomprehensible kung fu film—and episodes 19 and 20 of Gundam SEED. Those episodes were a nice break from the first few episodes; a lot more light-hearted than the fifteen episodes that came before them.

    Gundam SEED suffers from a problem that I see in the other Gundam series I've seen (Mobile Suit, Wing, and Turn-A): unevenness. Each show will plod along for an episode or two, then will break into half an episode of genius—character development, action, drama—then return to very little of any of that for another few episodes. Strange.

    Somewhere in the middle of that, I baked the tilapia. Ironically, despite the fact that I have a talent for baking, whenever I've made a fish meal I've always fried it (unless I had a recipe). This was my first experiment with just baking fish. I put the tilapia filet on a piece of aluminum foil, brushed it with olive oil and lemon juice, wrapped the foil around the filet, placed it on a baking sheet, and baked it at 350 degrees for 20 minutes. The result was flaky and flavorful, dead easy to make, and healthy.

    That gave me a bit more energy, so I hauled two weeks' worth of trash out to the street, as well as some broken lumber and a broken pane of glass the previous tenants were kind enough to leave in the back yard, then proofed more of the novel I'm being paid to proof. It's definitely real work. Even though I enjoy the novel, I can't dive in and enjoy it the way I do a novel that I read for pleasure. I have to pay attention to every word, making sure none are misspelled, and judge the grammatical weight of every sentence. Some sentences are grammatically correct but feel wrong, and I have to note that too. But I'm up to page 220 out of 320 now, so I can see the finish line.

    I also wrote another 250 words of my December short story (which I want to finish up so I can start on my January short story). I'm almost done with it; it should only need another 500 words or so. That'll make it 1,500 words; short, but acceptable for a short story. At my current rate, I should be done within the next few days.

    Sat, 01 Jan 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, January 1, 2005 — New Year's Day

    Today was quite amazing. Last night, I got a call from a long-time friend who was in town for a few days, so I quickly organized an impromptu party for today (Saturday). I knew a few people might show up, but didn't even know when.

    So I trekked to the grocery store early this morning and picked up a few basic supplies—hot dogs, hamburgers, and potatoes. I then returned home and wrote up a little mind map of what I wanted to accomplish.

    I accomplished almost everything on the list: cleaning the house, doing laundry, making a batch of homemade potato chips, and proofing another fifty pages (only a hundred more to go). I'm sure I wouldn't have accomplished anywhere near that much if I hadn't mapped it out.

    Then folks began to show up, and we watched My Neighbor Totoro and a bit of MST3K before the party kicked into high gear and I made dinner and we ended up playing games and chatting until midnight.

    I'm amazed that I can say that I just had an eight-hour party at my house. I am not a social butterfly. My friends are important to me, but I don't entertain that often. And I can do a party that lasts that long?

    Wow.

    Thu, 24 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 24, 2005

    And here's how the England trip went:

    On Friday, my wonderful parents picked me up from work and drove me to Dulles Airport, where I breezed through security and spent two hours lounging at the gate, watching Zeta Gundam on my laptop. I boarded my Virgin Atlantic flight and took a seat next to an older gentleman who was returning to Pakistan following a lecture here in the States. Quite a trip for him.

    We had a minor incident on the plane: I woke up at one point and noticed the air crew half-dragging a very inebriated gentleman to the back. He wasn't loud or angry, as far as I could see; just barely able to move his own body. The captain later informed us that "the local constabulary" would board the plane immediately upon landing and would escort this gentleman out. When they did—and he still could barely move—applause broke out. Apparently he had made quite a nuisance of himself.

    We landed at about 7:00 a.m. Saturday morning, so I grabbed a bus to my hotel and checked in at 8:00. I entered my room, attempted to switch on the lights in the bathroom to take a shower, and...nothing. None of the light switches worked. I tried the lamps in the main room; nothing. I figured I must be missing something obvious, so I worked up some courage and called the front desk. I explained to the nice woman that none of the lights came on, and she replied that I could get a wake-up call tomorrow. I blinked and re-explained my problem, and I think she still was confused because she just said she'd send a porter around. A minute later, a knock on the door announced a very nice man who showed me a slot into which I had to insert my door key. The electricity would only work if the key was in the slot. An ingenious way to ensure patrons don't leave the lights on while they go out for the day, and the first I'd seen this.

    So I took a shower and, at 9:00, went down to the bar where we agreed to meet. After writing up a little sign that read "Syllable" and typing on my laptop for a few minutes, someone came up and asked if I was Brent Newhall. It was one of the Syllable guys.

    We chatted very amiably for the next hour or so as others arrived. We maxed out at seven people, which I consider a rousing success for a small-time operating system like ours. We discussed how Syllable was different from other operating system projects (particularly SkyOS), our personal plans for various Syllable projects, and where we'd like to see Syllable in a few years. And the entire discussion happened organically, without awkward silences or forced discussion points.

    I want to make this point because I consciously avoided organizing this convention. I wanted to see if the community could self-organize the event, and it came off without a hitch.

    By 5:00 I could barely keep my eyes open, so I excused myself, returned to my hotel room, and fell into bed. I slept for a solid seven hours, waking up around midnight to doze and watch TV. Actually, BBC2 uses this time to air educational programming, so I was able to catch some fascinating programs about homeopathic medicine and good study habits.

    My flight left at 11:00 a.m., so I set my alarm for 7:00 a.m., figuring that I probably wouldn't even go to sleep again. But I did, and when my alarm woke me up at 7:00 I was quite groggy, so I set the alarm forward by half an hour and went back to sleep.

    The alarm didn't go off again.

    So I woke up and blearily looked at the clock. 10:03. ACK! I threw everything together, grabbed a bus, and raced to the Virgin Atlantic counter, where a helpful Virgin employee came over and asked me which flight I was on. "11:00 to Washington," I said. Her face fell and she replied, "That flight's closed. Come on over here." She sent me to the front of a line, where they verified that they'd just closed the door of my airplane. The only other flight to the U.S. was to JFK Airport in New York.

    So, being Virgin Atlantic, they brightly and sympathetically gave me a ticket for that flight. No charge.

    So I grabbed a meal and sat in the cafeteria for about an hour, absorbing this turn of events and letting my stomach and mind settle. Then I was pretty much okay; I went to the huge departure lounge, browsed the Virgin Megastore (where I could have bought some Angelic Layer) and watched some of the extremely disturbing children's programming on the TVs set up around the lounge (this is worse than the Teletubbies. Imagine that for a moment).

    (Okay, if your brain hasn't exploded: Imagine five people dressed in big fuzzy neon outfits that make them look rotund. These outfits end in turtlenecks, and they look like babies, but the turtlenecks obscure everything except their big eyes and bald heads. In a flashy CGI sequence, they awake out of crescent-shaped beds and fly down to a white stage on which they dance. But because of the awkwardness of their designs, all they can really do is bounce and jiggle from side to side. So they do that. For many, many minutes. Then they fly back to their star child beds and go back to sleep. Yyyyeah.)

    I then got on the flight to JFK, which was on a 747 and much nicer than the plane on which I flew to Heathrow. The 747 had Virgin's newest entertainment system, with 51 movies alone (among them Ghost in the Shell 2, actually). So I alternated between random TV programming, their J-Pop radio station, and my Zeta Gundam collection on my laptop.

    I arrived at JFK and decided I'd try to catch a train down to D.C. Everyone was thoroughly unhelpful, and I got confused and got on a bus to the Port Authority instead of Grand Central Station. I got back to JFK two and a half hours later. The bus did go through Times Square, though, so that was fun.

    Times Square is interesting. It's definitely a lot cleaner than it used to be; it's bright and fun now. But the strip clubs are still only two blocks away. It's an odd juxtaposition; bright neon advertisements for Samsung and Coke on one side, and "LIVE ADULT SHOWS" on the other.

    Also, New York is not a particularly pretty city. There's art everywhere, but the place feels grimy and worn, like a factory during the industrial revolution.

    So as I journeyed through the city—and endured a self-important passenger who "never got a ticket" and "wouldn't get off this bus" then found his ticket in his pocket—I called my parents and had them look up flights to D.C. Luckily, Independence Air had a few flights, which I was sure I could catch.

    I returned to JFK and managed to find the Independence Air desk, where the ticket lady was nice enough to sell me a ticket right there. It was for a flight that wouldn't leave for a couple of hours, but I was thankful just for that. I called my parents with the final details and sank into a seat at the gate.

    Yesterday, I wrote that I'd planned to write about the difference in hospitality between the British and New Yorkers. Every customer service rep in England—and I had to deal with about ten, by my count—was unfailingly polite and genuinely paid attention to my requests (even the confused Holiday Inn receptionist). Every customer rep in New York was sullen and seemed to take personal offense at my requests (except the woman at the Independence Air ticket desk). The difference was shocking.

    We had to walk out onto the tarmac and up the stairs into the plane. Not a big-budget operation. The plane itself only sat fifty passengers. But it was a solid little thing and the service was absolutely fine. It felt like high-end bus service. And, frankly, how much service do I need on board a plane?

    It started to snow as we boarded, and we sat anxiously in the plane as we waited to be cleared for take-off. After about half an hour, the pilot explained over the intercom that we could take off soon, but we had to be de-iced first. That was rather cool, actually; buses came out and sprayed big white jets of de-icing compound all over the wings and side of the plane. It sounded exactly like the water from a house sweeping over a car window.

    We were de-iced and we took off, and the flight went off without a hitch. I didn't even have enough time to watch a full episode of Zeta Gundam before we landed. My parents were there to pick me up, and we went back to there place where I collapsed into a very soft, very warm, very welcome bed.

    And that was my England trip.

    Wed, 23 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 23, 2005

    Arg. I lost my 'net connection yesterday, apparently due to utility work down the street. It's been down ever since. I'm actually posting this from work, so I don't have much time to write.

    In brief:

    • I spent much of my trip to England and back watching anime (Zeta Gundam, Full Metal Alchemist, and Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex). Expect more about those soon.
    • I also plan to write a full description of the England adventures, including the drunk guy on the flight out, missing my flight back, horrifying British children's programming, Times Square, and reflections on the differences between British and New Yorker hospitality (guess who wins?).
    • On the way back, I picked up David Allen's book Getting Things Done, which was very useful. I've begun implementing some of his ideas. Specifically, I've implemented his Tickler File and his idea for keeping a master to-do list organized by context (at work, at my desk, at my computer, around the house, etc.).
    • I got my reserved copies of Nausicaa, Porco Rosso, and The Cat Returns at Suncoast today, which marks the last time I intend to buy DVDs there. From now on, I'll just use Deep Discount DVD.

    I haven't the time to post any VR story today; hopefully I will tomorrow.

    Mon, 21 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 21, 2005

    I'm back from a weekend trip to London, as part of a get-together with those involved in the Syllable project. The meeting itself went well, though I missed my flight back and spent all day Sunday in transit, flying first to JFK then to Dulles Airport.

    While on the trip, I finished reading Vernor Vinge's excellent space opera A Fire Upon the Deep, and I've posted a short review.

    Thu, 17 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 17, 2005

    I'm no longer buying anime DVDs at my local Suncoast movie store.

    This may seem like a spectacularly boring announcement, but I've been buying anime from one specific Suncoast store for the past six years or so. The vast majority of my anime collection—over three hundred discs—was bought at this store.

    I discovered it at a local mall. I liked the store itself, but I was particularly attracted to their anime selection. They actually had an anime selection. Remember, this was about 1998, back when nobody other than Sam Goody stocked anime merchandise (and that was one shelf of VHS tapes).

    I went back during the day and found that the employees were gleefully playing Dragonball Z marathons all day. They all loved the show—cheesiness and all—and it had gotten them into anime. Morevoer, they were happy to talk about their favorite anime series.

    So I kept going back to this store, scanning their growing anime selection and occasionally buying a disc or two. This grew into four or five discs at a time, and pleased recognition by the employees.

    Years passed. Some employees left and new ones arrived, but they were all anime fans at some level. We knew each other.

    Then, things began to change. Over the past six months, turnover has increased and new employees came in. Very few were anime fans. Today, only one employee at this store knows anything about anime.

    Service began to deteriorate. There were days where only one employee was even in the store. The employees were all nice and helpful but clearly overworked.

    Then, starting about two months ago, I stopped receiving phone calls when my reservations came in. I'd go in a week after my reservation was due, and the DVD was sitting on their shelves. Worse, when I presented my reservation slip, they couldn't find the receipt and my reserved DVD.

    Fortunately, one of the employees at Suncoast is also working for me at Otherspace Productions, so I've learned their side of the story: A new manager took over the store a few months ago. She immediately changed every process and began scheduling people on crazy shifts. In fact, she booked one high-school employee to work during school hours. All the employees are unhappy and confused by new procedures, which results in sub-par service.

    Now, I like every employee at this store. I'd like to support them. But at this point I'll save money and get better service by buying my anime online. At least they'll ship me my anime when it's released.

    Wed, 16 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:47 p.m.</p>

    'Twas going to write a long entry explaining why I'm not supporting my local Suncoast movie store, but it's late and I need sleep. So, here's some more VR story:

    Thomas awoke with a start. He spun, twisting the sheets around him so he could see the lean, dark figure standing on one side of the bed, arms folded. It took him a few seconds to recognize it, then he relaxed.

    "Doodlehopper," he said. "Why're you...I mean...you...."

    She smirked. "No worries," she said, "I'm back. Bodyguarding, I mean." Her grin widened. "And this time, we"ve got some help."

    "So, whaddya think?" Doodlehopper asked.

    Thomas looked across the bar at the two thugs, who were fingering cups of coffee and trying to look like they weren’t trying to look at Thomas and Doodlehopper. They looked like nervous school children waiting outside the Principal’s office.

    He blew out a breath. "I don't see how we can afford to trust them, but then we can't afford not to trust them."

    "Exactly how I see it."

    "Okay. They're in. But let’s keep an eye on them. I'll try to trust their information, but I won't trust them."

    "Heh. I don't trust anybody."

    They were quiet for a moment. Thomas looked down.

    [Disney DVD cover for Nausicaa]

    At Suncoast today, I saw with my own eyes the DVDs for the Disney anime releases of Nausicaa, Porco Rosso, and The Cat Returns. They won't officially be available for purchase until next week, but they do exist and have arrived.

    (By the way, I've noticed that the poll isn't working. I'll fix it.)

    Tue, 15 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:09 p.m.</p> [IMG]

    A good day. I ended up not going to Writer's Group, as I awoke this morning feeling out-of-sorts. It's not illness; more exhaustion. So I spent the evening at home, lazily taking care of a few chats and getting used to RSS syndication via NewsFire. Reading blogs through RSS feels much more efficient than reading blogs via the web. I'm not immediately sure if this is a good thing. I miss the distinct design of each blog's webpage. On the other hand, how important is that?

    In any event, I feel good. I feel myself settling into some habits that are good for me: a lot of reading, some drawing, some programming; my toes in a lot of ponds.

    Terry Teachout writes that he is an "arts lover." He doesn't love just one kind of art. Moreover, he quotes Clement Greenburg, who wrote that "in the long run there are only two kinds of art: the good and the bad. This difference cuts across all other differences in art. At the same time, it makes all art one....the experience of art is the same in kind or order despite all differences in works of art themselves."

    I like that. I think I'm an arts lover.

    Mon, 14 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:46 p.m.</p>

    I didn't mention this, but I had a terrible time waking up last week. I kept sleeping through my alarm and opening my eyes at 10:00 or even later. Combine that with my router adventure last Friday, and I missed a fair amount of work last week.

    So I'm making it up this week. I'll probably go to writer's group tomorrow, which doesn't start until 8:00. This is both good and bad; bad because it makes most sense to stay at work until 7:30 or so, but good because it forces me to put in a long day. Tomorrow, it will add a good couple of hours to my normal day at the office.

    My new home 'net connection has greatly boosted my work productivity. I used to get in to work and check my mail first thing, merrily replying to friends and skimming through mailing lists. Once I was done, the workday inevitably paled in comparison, and I had very little enthusiasm. Now, I can just concentrate on my work.

    In other news, I've been downloading and watching bits of anime from BitTorrent. Specifically:

      [Gundam Evolve]
    • Gundam Evolve is a series of short films commemorating major mechs in the Gundam universe. The original series of five films were for the central Gundams in Mobile Suit Gundam, Zeta Gundam, G Gundam, Gundam: 0083, and Char's Counterattack. I watched the ones for Mobile Suit and G Gundam, and they were both quite good. The Mobile Suit film is esssentially a music video in which Amuro awaits take-off in his RX-78, closes his eyes, and dreams of the fights he's been in throughout the series. The G Gundam film begins with a beautiful sequence of the main Gundam performing Tai Chi on the roof of an abandoned building, then proceeds into a typical silly fight sequence. Good stuff.
    • Makoto Shinkai is an anime creator, in the sense that he creates anime himself. Completely. He does all the backgrounds, cels, special effects, CGI, coloring, etc. He even does some of the voices. He created the reportedly amazing Voices of a Distant Star (I haven't seen it yet), and I caught his "pilot" (more accurately an extended trailer) for his next work, The Place Promised In Our Early Days. I'm quite impressed; beyond being an interesting SF action/adventure, it's fundamentally beautiful. I'm amazed that, not only does he make anime, he obviously takes the time to make every shot look gorgeous.
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    • Uninhabited Planet Survive had such a goofy title I had to check it out. I'm still unsure about it; looks like the kind of series that doesn't get really good until about ten episodes in. It's a fairly standard SF drama, starting with an explosion inside some sort of space colony, then a man carrying his young daughter to an escape pod where he pushes her in and stays behind as the colony is consumed with fire. Almost a cliche at this point. Anyvay, she ends up going to an academy where she and a small group of students are apparently accidentally stranded on a wild planet, where they must, um, Survive on this Uninhabited Planet. The weird thing about the show is that the character designs are very rounded and simplified, almost like Digimon's characters. I'm not sure if it works in this sort of context.
    • My parents were also kind enough to let me put an anime DVD on their Netflix list. It was Aura Battler Dunbine volume 1, and I watched episode one tonight. This is the series that the Gundam guys made just after Mobile Suit Gundam. It was just about exactly what I expected: a fantasy mech series with old school character designs and strong direction and an already twisty plot. I didn't expect it to move quite so quickly. I suspect that the director had seen Macross (which was released a year earlier) and was incorporating its fast pacing into his directorial style. Dunbine moves much faster than Mobile Suit Gundam, but his next series, Zeta Gundam, moves slower than Dunbine.

    The president of Jones Soda writes wonderfully about his views on soda. A few key phrases:

    The reality is that consumers don't need our stuff. I don't mean to say that. But when you start thinking that way -- a lot of time, business people, marketers convince themselves that people need their stuff. They're passionate about how you need my new widget. You need it! The fact is, you don't need it! And as soon as you get off the fact that you don't need it you become, in my opinion, you become a better marketer, you get a better understanding of your customer.

    [Jones Soda]

    My daughter drinks one Jones a week. And I'm good with that. We don't sell two liters. It's a treat. And everybody wigs out on it, saying it causes obesity. It's the fact that you drink 44 fluid ounces of this stuff. 10 years ago the average size of a soda was 12 ounces. Now, the average size is 43 ounces. Well, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to do the math, you morons. So we sell in 12-ounce. That's it. Have a nice soda. If you're going to drink a gallon of soda, you better figure out that that's a lot of sugar.

    One year on April Fool's Day we sent a press release saying we were acquired by John Deere. That was hilarious. You sold out man! It was a joke, dude. We spelled Deere wrong. It was one of the funniest things we've ever done. We said they wanted their own weed-flavored soda. We came up with that stuff and people went ballistic. We were getting phone calls: "I can't believe you sold out. You sold out to the big guy." Dude, it was a tractor company.

    Now I'm scamming. Companies are paying me to give talks. I think it's a pretty good gig. They'll pay me 10 grand to come talk to them. Maybe if I write a book, I get can that up there more. I do a good job and all the money goes to charity -- so it's not a total scam. So far we've built two schools.

    Sat, 12 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 12, 2005

    Yay! After a very quiet week, things have quickly accelerated.

    I slipped home early Friday afternoon so I could pick up my DSL router, as UPS was delivering it and they absolutely require that somebody's there to pick it up. The little sticker that the delivery person leaves has a series of checkboxes indicating when the delivery person will try again the next day; helpfully, he'd checked both "2:00 to 5:00" and "After 5:00". So I got home at 1:45, and he arrived at 5:45.

    But at least I took advantage of that time home to putter around the house, hanging a framed cel that had been sitting around, filling the distressingly empty bird feeder, and scribbling down notes about garden plans. (The secret to garden success is to always be thinking three to six months ahead.)

    When the router finally arrived, I decided to spend just fifteen minutes trying to get it set up, knowing that it would take a long time and a lot of wrestling. To my delight, I was online within five minutes. I hooked it up to my Airport Extreme and was online with a wireless internet connection five minutes after that. Wow. Smooth as butter.

    I then went to Redemption, where I had a fine time. A friend of mine is in town for about a month, and he was there. Since I'd invited him to Guy's Night Out on Saturday, and he was basically home alone, he made the excellent suggestion of grabbing a ride with me back to my home, and spending the night. Fabulous! So we did, then spent the next four hours watching anime (Mighty Space Miners and Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex). So now it's either very late or very early, depending on your perspective, and I'm very very happy.

    Thu, 10 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, February 10, 2005

    Well, I re-installed OS X on my new laptop, and it does seem to be working smoothly thus far. I'm generally pleased with it. Moreover, it's been an excellent test of my backup procedures. I wiped the hard drive and was back up pretty much like before within a few hours.

    [Zeta Gundam screenshot]

    Otherwise, I've been watching more Zeta Gundam, which has officially reached the point where I'm disappointed when I have to stop watching it. The plot has begun moving in interesting directions, and for once a Gundam series is spreading significant deaths throughout the series. The show is also beautifully animated. It was made in 1985, three years after the release of Macross, and the influence is clear. The mechs are animated in a more flashy, exciting way, as is appropriate for a combat action show.

    Mon, 07 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 7, 2005

    I took my laptop back to the Apple Store on Sunday, and kind of wimped out. I described the bugs I've encountered—the CD drive disappeared, the latch won't open at times, preferences won't stick—and the techs investigated. I should have just asked them to replace the unit. They were pretty confident it was a bad OS install, and suggested I reinstall the OS from scratch.

    So, I'll see if I can find the time this weekend to do that. Everything's backed up, so it shouldn't be a complicated process. But...arg, I have to reinstall my OS and hope that it works. I'd hoped to put that behind me when I switched to the Mac.

    Anyvay. Today went pretty well at work. It went even better when I checked my personal e-mails and discovered that some of my job hunting paid off. I shot out my resume for two jobs on Sunday, and one place is quite interested; they wanted my resume in another format and verified a potential salary amount.

    Honestly, I don't want to leave NLX/Rockwell Collins STS, where I work now. I'm doing this mainly because I want to move to a different part of the organization, but my boss' boss is reluctant to do so. I'm hoping that, if I have a job offer in hand, I can gently convince him to move me. If not, well, I can always take up the job offer. Heck, the e-mail I received today offered me more money than I'm making now.

    I've started writing a new short story, this time a science fiction piece set in a space opera universe. The story itself is an adventure about a married couple who have to fight off a bunch of crazies to track down some missing data sitting in the center of an abandoned factory ship. I'm challenging myself to add lots of atmosphere to this story, as that's something I usually don't do in my first drafts.

    I also started drawing again today. It felt good to be back into it. I just practiced copying a magazine photo. The drawing looked pretty poor, but I expected that for my first drawing. Now to improve....

    Sat, 05 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, February 5, 2005

    Here's how my to-do list worked out last week: I had fifty-nine items on my list, of which I completed twenty-nine (about half). I couldn't complete two items.

    Most of the things I couldn't complete were those daily tasks that I've found I'm poor at completing daily. So, I've set up next week's task list so that I'll do them less often, but for longer periods of time.

    The Otherspace Productions meeting today went well; we enjoyed ourselves generally. The matrix experiments lain animation is honestly almost done with principal production. Now I need to talk to our storyboard artist and find out how much of the next animation's storyboard she's drawn. Once she's done drawing that, we can have the big kick-off meeting for it, and start production on it.

    Fri, 04 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 4, 2005

    And this is why I love Terry Teachout's theater criticism columns in the Wall Street Journal:

    Even if the constituent parts of "Good Vibrations" were better, though, I doubt it would be worth seeing, for it is a disastrous example of a fundmanetally flawed genre, the "jukebox musical," in which pre-existing songs are loosely strung together to tell a new story. The problem with building such a show out of rock songs is that they're not theatrical. A musical-comedy score is a conveyor belt designed to carry the onstage action from point A to point Z, whereas rock songs are three-minute structures that tell their own self-contained stories. The best of the Beach Boys' songs are lovely examples of what Phil Spector called "little symphonies for the kids," but they don't add up to a show....
    — Terry Teachout, The Wall Street Journal, 4 February 2005 Thu, 03 Feb 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:30 p.m.</p>

    The best-laid plans of mice and men....

    My recent illnesses have reminded me of my childhood allergy to dust mites, and suggested that my allergy has perhaps not dissipated with the passage of time. So, I decided to buy a dehumidifier.

    According to WalMart.com, Wal-Mart sells half a dozen brands of dehumidifier. After work, I stopped by my nearest Wal-Mart and spent half an hour wandering its aisles. They didn't have any. None at all. The two employees I asked waved me in different directions, completely uninterested in helping me actually find what I was looking for.

    I got home to a snow-covered walkway. Actually, the snowfall itself was gorgeous; big, fat flakes drifting down from the sky and covering just enough of the ground to return the countryside to postcard prettiness, without covering the roads. But that meant I had to clear the snow from the sidewalk (our association tells us to clear sidewalks within twelve hours of a snowfall).

    So, once I'd cleared the walkway, it was already 8:00 and I was tired. Didn't get much done today as a result. I basically just watched the MST3K episode "Red Zone Cuba" and munched on store-bought chocolate chip cookies.

    But even this was good; I need a break now and then.

    VOTE! On the right. It's a poll, and it's just over there. No, on the right.

    'Twas a good day, overall. I kept a time journal at work, which kept me productive, and I managed to do almost everything on my to-do list (the only thing I've failed to do is practice Japanese, and that's because I can't find my Japanese book).

    In particular, I finally finished proofing that novel. Boy, that was a big job. It was a pretty good book, too; it just required a lot of concentration. I couldn't just read; I had to concentrate on every word.

    So I decided that, once I was done proofing, I'd return to drawing. I'd like to get some practice a couple of times a week. Nothing special. Once I get used to it, I'd even like to post something every week. Not necessarily a comic; that'd be too much. Maybe just a few panels of a comic every week. I could always make something like tailsteak.tk.

    As I mentioned in another entry recently, I've realized that I don't do well with daily tasks. They get repetitive. I can do some of them, like writing these journal entries, but only the ones I find deeply, personally enjoyable. Other tasks just don't give me the same immediate satisfaction.

    For example, I tasked myself with writing a bit of fiction every night, and have utterly failed at that for days. But part of that is because of my frustration with writing only a little bit of fiction at a time. It takes a little time to get into the flow of writing, and when I'm writing only a little bit, I can never get into the flow.

    So, I think I'll write a few times a week, and draw a few times a week. And hopefully I'll be able to keep that up.

    I mean, wouldn't it be cool if I could maintain a bunch of skills and projects all at once? Imagine if, in any given week, I made real progress on short stories and animations and comics and software development and home renovations and learning another language.

    And now, more VR story.

    She felt unexpected wetness moisten the corner of her eyes as she asked, "'S there any way I can back out of this?"

    He shook his head. "I must kill you."

    "I could say I'm not guardin' him anymore."

    He shook his head again, as certain as the grave. "You may be attempting deceit." He paused, as if weighing whether to continue. "To me, you are already dead."

    The fear grew and shifted into rank hatred of herself, for her weakness. This was not what it was supposed to be like. She never acted like this. She was Doodlehopper, always fearless, always copping an attitude.

    Until she saw her death hovering behind a man's naked blade.

    Her instincts ripped her back to reality, to the man staring at her behind his sword. She realized suddenly that he had been watching her this whole time. He could have attacked at any time and overwhelmed her, and he was so good he had to have seen her fear and lack of focus.

    He saw her surprise and said, "I will not do you the dishonor of killing you when you are, eh...unarmed?" He sounded uncertain about his choice of words; she nodded grimly.

    And she dropped her bokken. She slowly put her arms to her collarbone, and with a voice so even she surprised herself, she said, "You'll have to kill me unarmed."

    He was silent for a moment, then chuckled. "If that is your destiny. I am not as honor-bound as all that. I will still kill you; you have made it suicide."

    He raised his blade and rushed her. She knew what she had to do; she didn't have time to notice the fear welling up inside her. One hand slipped into her jacket and gripped a tazer as she leaned to one side, his blade hissing past her as her arm struck out like a viper.

    He convulsed, striking his sword against her outstretched arm and collarbone, hard but not enough to cause much pain. She leaned her weight onto him, keeping the tazer on him until his eyes rolled back and he collapsed to the ground, the sword clattering to the floor.

    She looked down at her arm and chest and grimaced. His well-trained wrist muscles had beat the blade into her arm. Her shoulders were in worst shape, as they'd born the brunt of his attack. Her shirt now hung in several ribbons, and blood ran in long red streams down her arm.

    So she felt no shame when she closed her eyes and let herself shake and cry.

    Eek! I'm almost at the end of what I've written.

    Wed, 30 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 30, 2005 [My back garden]

    As I type this, I'm sitting in my back yard, digesting a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of lemonade (all home-made, no less), looking out at the jumbled mulch that now hides the fifty or so daffodil bulbs I planted earlier this afternoon. I feel almost ashamed that I'm ever sorry for myself.

    Now that I've had some time to think about last night's incredible dinner with T, I can actually write something coherent about it. It was wonderful, and not just because I had a good time. T was personally encouraging to me about my writing and my chances.

    And fortunately I agree with his views. He said that I should expect to (A) fail, and (B) endure the harshest criticism. And that that really doesn't matter, and doesn't affect your chances of ultimately succeeding. People have ripped T to pieces over some of his creative choices, despite his obviously amazing writing skills.

    He was also reassuring. I expressed concern over my relative inexperience with comics; as I put it, "I haven't been reading Green Lantern since I was eight." He replied that that's not really all that much of a handicap, and might be more of a strength, really. Too many comic readers are too invested in the tropes of the genre.

    Meanwhile, a few links: Brad Bird talks about his career, from Disney to The Iron Giant to The Incredibles (and makes me slightly more sympathetic towards WB Film Animation). I really like what I see of Patrick Smith's animations.

    Tue, 29 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 29, 2005 [Bunny Girl by Andrew Hickinbottom]

    I don't normally like CGI. It looks too stiff and too generated; surfaces feel harsh and hyper-real. Indeed, it's all about the feel of it. I don't like how CGI feels.

    But Andrew Hickinbottom's work gives me hope that there's a good future in CGI. He's created CGI that looks like animations of clay figurines. Very pretty, and it has a style that feels more natural than typical CGI's harshness.

    Hmm. That makes it seem like I hate CGI. I don't; it just normally feels off to me.

    I honestly can't feel bad right now, as I just got back from dinner wtih T. Campbell, who graciously talked for two and a half hours about the comics industry and my chances of getting Red Ax published (online or otherwise). What an incredibly great guy to do that.

    Mon, 28 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 7:22 p.m.</p>

    In other news, my gallery is now officially back online, though I still need to clean up a few bits and pieces. But at least you can browse everything in their correct categories and such.

    Posted here so I won't forget to browse it at my leisure later: The Official Alex Toth Website, featuring a whole lot of artwork from a classic comic artist.

    Sun, 27 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 27, 2005

    A few years ago, I had an idea for a story called Red Ax, which I excitedly hashed out with Saalon. Unfortunately, it was a comic book story with anthropomorphic characters, and since I couldn't draw and didn't know any comic book artists, I shelved it.

    About a year ago, I wanted to write, and that comic book idea floated into my head. So I sat down and wrote an eleven-page script that introduced one of the protagonists. Then, since I couldn't draw and didn't know any comic book artists, I shelved it.

    A few months ago, as I was working with my animators on Matrix Experiments Lain, I noticed in her portfolio that she was drawing some amazing anthropomorphic characters. So I talked to her about Red Ax and sent her the script, and she agreed to try drawing the characters. Here's what she drew:

    [Red Ax concept artwork, #2]

    Isn't this amazing?

    It gets better.

    [Red Ax concept artwork, #1]

    One of my favorite comic book writers is a fellow named T. Campbell, whom I know almost exclusively through Fans!, an amazing character-based story about SF/F fans. I've traded a few e-mails with him, and ended up helping him with some of his SF Blog entries.

    At the end of one of his e-mails, I noticed that he listed his address. I blinked and re-read it. That address is less than twenty miles from my townhouse. T. Campbell lives practically next door to me!

    Meanwhile, I have this emerging work of beauty on my hands in the form of Red Ax. I want to figure out how to get this in front of readers, such that it doesn't get lost in a galaxy of online comics or resigned to a print run of twelve copies.

    Well, T. Campbell lives practically next door to me.

    So I e-mailed him with a plaintive plea for advice. He kindly responds—the same day, no less—and before I know it, he's agreed to have dinner with me this Tuesday.

    So I'm having dinner with T. Campbell on Tuesday, to talk about this oddball story idea I came up with a few years ago and figure out how to publish it.

    Life really is weird.

    Fri, 25 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, March 25, 2005 [Herb Border]

    Here's what I did this evening:

    That's the new herb border I planted just outside my back door. The planter full of dirt was there when I moved in, and though it clearly hadn't been used in awhile, the soil was in reasonably decent shape. I dug in two bags of potting soil yesterday, then bought some herbs today and planted them. I've got spearmint, parsley, oregano, and thyme, those all being herbs that I actually use in cooking.

    I had a pretty productive day, overall. Work wasn't very exciting; the highlight was my lunch with Dad, during which we chatted pleasantly about a variety of subjects, mainly the stuff we're working on. But I also managed to finish the first draft of my February short story (which gives you an idea of how far behind I am in my writing plan), practiced Japanese, and reviewed some Syllable source code.

    By the way, thanks to everyone for your comments on my recent depression and soul-searching. They've all been nourishing food for thought.

    I think one of the reasons I was more productive today was the fact that I wrote out my goals in specific detail yesterday. Instead of "Draw", I wrote, "Draw twenty human figures" (so I can get better at drawing people). When I looked at my to-do lists today, I also reviewed my goals, and found myself much more motivated by seeing what I actually want to accomplish in the medium- to long-term, instead of just a bunch of little immediate tasks. It's a significant psychological boost.

    And now, a bit more VR story:

    She smiled shyly, in that way that he found so blasted pretty. Inconvenient just at the moment he was struggling to negate any romantic interest.

    "Anyway," he said, struggling to remember his point, "I can change. I want to change. I think I'm about to change." He grinned. "And I'm going to need somebody to kick my rear into doing it when I change my mind. Deal?"

    She grinned right back and extended her hand. "Deal."

    Karl turned to Kino and whispered excitedly, "They're shaking hands. I think we're good!"

    The next few weeks were a blur. Doodlehopper dragged Thomas through the muddy streets of Thailand, making him sit in dark, spare rooms in which the air was heavy with incense, as she traded taut sentences with lean, hard men. They spent thirty-six harrowing hours chasing a lead through the overstuffed hills of Hong Kong before he disappeared completely. They spent almost a week in overcrowded basements in Norway, trading in a few favors for unfettered access to the secret undergrounds of the 'net, where nearly everything was known by somebody, and everything else could be found for a price.

    Thomas and Doodlehopper were sharing the detective work, each using their own methods and, after each little success or failure, collaborating on the next best move. Kino and Karl played back-up, setting up hotel rooms or flights, finding safe places to eat, and generally being the oddest concierge service any of them had ever seen.

    Thomas was on his feet for most of each day. This would have been difficult enough for his weak muscles, but Doodlehopper had begun sparring with him the first day. For hours every day, she led him through stances and mock battles, charging at him and jabbing him with her fists and feet. She never attacked hard enough to really hurt him, and her mood was always one of gentle patience. But after three days, his muscles were screaming. Two days later, he woke up so sore he honestly thought he was going to die. Thu, 24 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 24, 2005

    I need to grow up.

    I've been implementing the "Getting Things Done" productivity system. It's helped me in some ways, but I'm still not very productive in the evenings. I may accomplish one or two little tasks—cleaning the bathrooms, writing a bit—but that seems marginal considering that I have a good two or three hours per night to do things.

    I'm sure that this is at least partly due to maturity. I get home, and I relax for awhile, and then my inner ten-year-old whines, "I don't wanna do anything except lay here on the couch and surf the web!" To some extent, I realize the importance of recognizing that as a legitimate physical response. If I feel tired, maybe that's because I'm tired.

    [A tree I photographed]

    On the other hand, often I do have the energy to do things; I just can't bring myself to do them. I'm not physically tired; I just can't get up the gumption to do much of anything.

    Which raises an interesting question: How can I grow myself up?

    I'm willing to train myself to be more mature. But how do I do that?

    On further thought—and I can tell this is going to be an update that wanders without any satisfactory shape—I wonder if I just don't want to make a choice. I do dislike making choices. Taking the road less traveled means that I can't experience the more-traveled one. Sometimes, I can hear the voice in the back of my mind whispering, "If you just put this off a little while, you may be able to make a better decision later!"

    But of course, that's almost never true. Time gives us experience, yes, but it also gives us greater complexity. I may be more informed tomorrow...but I'll also have more to do (because something else will need to be done then).

    I don't fear failure. I fear that success will keep me from experiences other than that particular success.

    Or maybe I have a completely different issue, and I'm barking up the wrong tree.

    (Speaking of trees, the photo that accompanies this entry shows a tree near work. It looked interesting to me, a stark, bare tree against the rolling grey clouds. Very atmospheric.)

    Wed, 23 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 23, 2005

    I just got my art gallery back online; it's been non-functional for awhile. The site is still very basic, but you can at least browse my poor attempts at art.

    Tue, 22 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 22, 2005 [Sausage and Mushroom Pizza]

    Didn't get much sleep last night—about six hours, and I never do well on less than eight—so I've been a little spacy all day. Awake, but unable to really concentrate on anything.

    Fortunately, I was able to complete a few things at work, and had dinner at my parents' followed by a showing of Shanghai Knights, which I think is one of Jackie Chan's better movies, and certainly one of the best of his later work.

    The photo on the right shows a sausage and mushroom pizza I made on Saturday. It's a "white" pizza, meaning that there's no tomato sauce. It's just a Boboli crust topped with cheese, hot Italian sausage pieces, onion, and mushroom slices (with sprinkles of rosemary and hot pepper flakes), baked for twenty-five minutes, then topped again with cheese just after it's removed from the oven. That's it. Easy, inexpensive, and delicious. Spicy, too; you'll want a glass of something cold to go with it.

    Mon, 21 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 21, 2005 [A flower]

    Spotted this last week, growing next to my front walkway:

    I planted that flower myself, last fall.

    Now I'm going to admit something that will probably alienate all fifteen of my readers: I really like to garden. Oddly, I don't have the reasons that I typically read about; I don't love the feel of soil in my hands. Soil's dirty. It's essentially dry mud.

    But I do love beautifying a space. I can take a butt-ugly landscape and make it pretty, a place where people actually want to spend their tiime. Very rarely do we get a chance to consciously make something look good.

    It reminds me of a sermon I heard once, in which the speaker suggested that humans have essentially two great callings: To make things beautiful, and to keep things beautiful. Creation and maintenance.

    I think he was right.

    And no, I don't have a strong ending for this entry. That's it.

    Thu, 17 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 17, 2005 — St. Patrick's Day

    I tried something new tonight: I gave myself a couple of hours to goof off after I got home, expecting to get some things accomplished afterwards. I hoped that the rest would recharge me with enough energy to get me through a few hours' worth of personal duties. It worked: I had no problems cleaning, paying bills, and finishing this week's updates to Matrix Experiments Lain. Excellent!

    [Godzillas Revenge]

    I goofed off by watching Godzilla's Revenge, a truly awful Godzilla movie about a whiny kid who dreams he can travel to Monster Island and see Godzilla and company duke it out. So half of the movie contains decent Godzilla fights, while the other half follows this kid around his mundane life in Tokyo, being picked on by a local gang of older kids and acting morose because his parents work so much. Of course, there's a Big Adventure: a couple of incompetent bank robbers kidnap him, and he has to escape. He uses a few of the tricks he learned from his dreams to outwit and outfight the crooks and run to safety.

    But the really intriguing thing about the film is the end. The boy is shown going back to school the next day, and on the way he's surrounded by the gang (who previously dared him to honk the horn on a bike belonging to a painter nearby). Our hero promptly rams the leader of the gang and fights him, finally winning the fight. The hero then runs over to the same bike and honks the horn, causing the painter to fall over in surprise and get paint all over himself. The hero then runs off, where he's joined by the cheering gang of kids, and they all run off into the sunset.

    I blinked. The heck kind of ending is that, where the hero ends up essentially joining a street gang?

    But after thinking about it for awhile, I realized that the kid had triumphed by finding a way to be part of the larger social group. He was no longer an individual outcast; now he belonged to a group. It fits perfectly with Japanese ideals of conformity to a larger social structure.

    Obviously, I don't want to read too much into an overtly silly Godzilla movie. But I can't think of any other way to understand the ethics of that ending.

    [Gantz]

    In other news, I've put together another audioblog anime review. The one comment I received about my previous review lamented at being unfamiliar with the series being reviewed. So, this time, I'm reviewing the first disc in the series: Gantz volume 1. I'm actually rather proud of this review; I'm not as hesitant as I was in the previous review. It helped that I had a list of questions on the screen, which I was answering as I spoke.

    As before, let me know what you think.

    Wed, 16 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, March 16, 2005

    I'm battling a mild bout of depression. As usual, it's fueled by things that seem both reasonable and trivial.

    This morning, as part of my quest to get more energy, I went out for a short jog around the neighborhood and nearby park land. By "park land," I mean small strips of land that has grass and trees on it. The "Brandon Park" nearby is a strip mall-sized rectangle of grass studded with a few lonely trees and a stream.

    Anyvay. The jog has left me exhausted all day, achieving the precise opposite of my intended goal. I know, I know; I haven't been exercising regularly, so my body isn't used to it. I just need to exercise more frequently. But my Left Brain rebels at the paradox.

    [Something Wicked cover]

    Consequently, I achieved little tonight. I managed to incorporate the latest changes into Matrix Experiments Lain—a long-overdue task—after watching Something Wicked This Way Comes. Something Wicked is a wonderfully spooky film, though it suffers from horrid editing. The characters are spliced together in confusing ways, so that in one shot they're looking in one direction, then in the next they're looking elsewhere. Ugh.

    But the atmosphere perfectly captures Bradbury's unique mood—dark, spooky, melancholy, exhilaration twinged with sadness—and it's a great little fright-fest.

    But I'm stil not doing as much as I'd like to do with the time I have. I feel like, if I have a couple of hours in an evening, I should be able to get a good couple of hours' worth of things done—writing, drawing, whatever. Instead, I work for maybe half an hour.

    Still. I watched a cool little movie and worked on my animation. Life could be a lot worse.

    (I'm also trying to wrap my head around some Otherspace Prodcutions accounting issues. What a headache. I wish I'd hired an accountant earlier. I still want to, but it's an intimidating step, as I've clearly made some mistakes and I don't want to look like a fool by showing those mistakes to a professional.)

    And now, finally, more VR story:

    "I'm sorry," he said. She looked away, as though unwilling to commit to a reply. "I was a jerk. I do need your help, and I was stupid to blow you off like that." He paused. "No, not just stupid. Stuck up.

    "Look. I have an ego as big as the 'net. All my life, people have warned me about that. It's...it's why I don't have many real friends. Any real friends, really."

    Her eyes were on his now, her face radiating sympathy and wonder at his admission. He was still looking down, his features taut with the strain of confession.

    "I don't like that about myself, but I've never been able to change it. I think...I think I never really had a reason to change. I could always blow it off, or return to the 'net where a big ego is an asset. But...now...."

    His eyes returned to hers, the penitent gaze of a man seeking redemption. "Now I have a reason to change. Because of what's happening. And...because of you."

    She took a step back, and for all her concern, her face wore the mask of a teenaged girl who'd been the object of too many mens' desperation.

    "Not like that," he hurried to reassure her. "I'm not confessing my love here. But I am indebted to you. You've shown me how I can be. You're...my inspiration."

    Come on, say it with me: Awww....

    Mon, 14 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 14, 2005

    I'm almost finished writing a story that I want to present to my writing group tomorrow night. Unfortunately, the story refuses to finish itself.

    It's an odd situation, in a way. I want to finish it, but I can't make myself do it. It's like Murray—my Muse—has stepped out of his smoke-filled little office and just won't come back.

    What causes a writer to find himself unable to finish a story? I can certainly envision possible endings. I just can't seem to find the mental energy to get those words on paper. Or is it that? Do I have some kind of mental block that's keeping me from writing?

    This looks odd, but I often worry that I worry too much. Seriously. I think that I may just get so afraid of writing the wrong thing that I don't want to write anything. Worse, it's not a conscious fear; I just begin to doubt myself so much that I lock up.

    Doubt is a good thing; without it, I'd write nothing but pap and never improve. I just need to figure out if I'm actually doubting myself now, or something else is at work. And if I am doubting myself, how do I switch that off?

    Man. Writing's hard.

    Sun, 13 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 13, 2005

    I am feeling better now. The symptoms are at about 50%, and my energy is back to about 90%. It helps that I walked this morning.

    [IMAGE]

    I've been trying to find ways of increasing my energy. Surprisingly, I couldn't find any websites that dealt with increased energy. There are plenty of health sites that deal with overall "wellness" and "fitness," but I couldn't find as much as a single page on "How to increase your overall energy level" (obviously, consuming a few cups of sugar would do it temporarily; I'm talking about an overall strategy). I mentioned this to my parents, and we agreed that it's the same as it's always been: you need diet and exercise. I eat well, but I haven't been exercising as much as I'd like. I pointed out that I don't like to run on cold mornings. Dad replied simply, "Walk."

    And he was dead-on right. I need to at least get some exercise, and if that's all I can get, so be it. So I walked this morning, and sure enough, I have a good amount of energy today.

    Meanwhile, AOL has changed its instant messaging Terms of Service so that it now retains the right to re-broadcast anything you send over AIM, to anyone at any time and in any form. More information. This makes me want to abandon iChat and find an ICQ client for my Macs.

    And on a totally unrelated note, below is a graphic showing some of the cartoons showing now on the BBC. Hey, who's that on the far right? It's an old friend.

    [BBC Toons]

    Sat, 12 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, March 12, 2005 [Legendz]

    Still sick, but to quote Monty Python, "I'm getting better!"

    Which explains the journal blackout since Thursday. I actually have very little to report, too, since I've spent the past two days in bed, reading blogs and Newgrounds, and watching bits of anime.

    Which anime, you ask? Two, really: One episode of Legendz and one episode of Berserk.

    I have little interest in "fighting monsters" shows, but Legendz is directed by one of my favorite anime direcxtors, Akitaroh Daichi (Kodocha, Now and Then, Here and There, Fruits Basket), who has an amazing comedic sense and almost always combines real human drama with his comedy. Legendz...well, I'm not so sure about. I rarely judge an entire series based on the first episode alone—too many excellent series had mediocre first episodes. Legendz was certainly funny, and it had a great Anime Moment near the end (which the director promptly turned on its head for comedic effect). But it was just so spastic, it felt like it was trying too hard. Dunno.

    Berserk...now that was plain funny. Oh, it's not intentional; it's all about a Dark Hero who has to fight for Justice in a Dark Land. But it's so over-the-top that it's laughable at times. In the first episode, we're shown the token local ruffians who are terrorizing a barmaid. They terrorize her for four solid minutes. Ya think they could've made their point in two?

    But it's a fun fantasy action series. I enjoyed it more than Lodoss.

    Meanwhile, here's what my leg looks like (warning: slightly graphic).

    Thu, 10 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 10, 2005

    I'm home sick today, so I'm cruising the blogosphere (I hate that term!) and finding various cool links.

    Here's what Yahoo! looked like ten years ago.

    And Microsoft provides Key points for learning leetspeak. No, really, that's the actual title.

    A government site warning about the dangers of rollovers in SUVs. Boring, right? The creators decided to create big, Bantha-like creatures called Esuvees and relate the safety issues of driving an SUV to the safety of riding an Esuvee. The resulting website is engaging and fun.

    And here is a video of Steve Jobs introducing the Mac back in 1984. A very early Stevenote. He's wearing a TUX!

    And here's something that causes stops and blank stares: a car hanging from a power line.

    Who needs modern art exhibits? In comic form!

    Wed, 09 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:34 p.m.</p>

    In other news, here's Raph Koster's keynote speech at the 2005 Game Developers Conference, in which he posits that "fun" is a fundamental human response to learning patterns and necessary for human survival.

    [Future Boy Conan image]

    Been watching a lot of anime lately.

    Hayao Miyazaki's first original work was a little-known TV series named Future Boy Conan, a post-apocalyptic environmental adventure story. I've been watching the first few episodes, and it's been interesting to watch.

    Miyazaki is a genius now, and in Conan his genius is hinted at. But, really, it's only hinted at. I expected an obscure work of brilliance, but thus far it's "merely" a strong adventure tale thus far. Of course, I'm still only four episodes into it.

    Meanwhile, I have to admit: I don't like Fullmetal Alchemist.

    Not that I hate it. I just don't find it particularly engaging thus far, two episodes in. The main character's a punk and his brother's a pacifier. The world looks like a fantasized version of Trigun's, and the characters' main secrets are revealed in the first episode.

    I don't like the characters, really. I could live with the rest, but unless the brothers get much more sympathetic soon—and they've already played the "paying for a tragic mistake" card—I'm going to have to pass on this show. I may even sell the DVD, which I've only done a handful of times.

    [Zeta Gundam screenshot]

    Why spend my time on a show I don't like when I could spend more time with, say, Zeta Gundam, which just improves with each episode? Oh, I have my quibbles with it, but they're quibbles.

    I suspect that the most recent plot twist is an attempt to make the main character more relevant. See, about ten episodes in, Amuro Ray (the protagonist of the original Mobile Suit Gundam) enters Zeta's plot. And the problem with that is that he's a much more interesting character than Kamille, Zeta's supposed protagonist.

    Amuro was always a bit of a bit of a spoiled kid. In contrast to Evangelion's Shinji, who is more of an average depressed teen, Amuro is a privileged boy who's spent most of his life tinkering around with robotics. He's frankly unused to work. Much of his character development in Mobile Suit Gundam revolves around his growing acceptance of his responsibilities.

    Once Zeta rolls around, seven years after the end of Mobile Suit Gundam, Amuro's slid back somewhat. He's nowhere near as whiny as he was at the beginning of MSG, but he's living comfortably in a large estate under the watchful eye of the Earth Federation, and he can reasonably start making excuses for his natural passivity.

    [Zeta Gundam screenshot]

    Of course, the story of Zeta forces Amuro out of his comfortable little shell (though it would have been interesting if he'd remained there and directed things secretly from afar), and he joins the main cast.

    Kamille, on the other hand, has largely come to accept his responsibilities. He's a pretty stable character now, which was a wise story decision on the creators' part—the fans don't want to see Amuro's progression all over again. But because he's so stable, Amuro's conflict—Do I want to fight again?—is much more interesting than anything going on in Kamille's life.

    So they added something to Kamille's life. In this case, it's the beautiful enemy pilot Four, whom Kamille meets essentially by chance. They almost immediately fall in love, which conveniently sets up opportunities for pain and tragedy for both of them, as they're forced to fight each other.

    To the creators' credit, this romance does not feel contrived; even Kamille and Four aren't sure if this is really love. They at least have a strong chemical reaction, like two high schoolers meeting by chance at a dance, and talking the night away, and afterwards thinking about each other over and over.

    Of course, it's too early to tell whether this is a stunt, or another step in Kamille's character development. If this is integrated with the rest of his storyline, I'll accept it without reservation. The show is that good.

    Tue, 08 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 8, 2005 [Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex screenshot]

    I meant to only spend fifteen minutes on this thing, and spent over an hour tweaking it. Still, it was good experience.

    "This thing" is an experiment of mine, an audio review of Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex DVD 4. Download the mp3 (8:03, 7.3 MB) and let me know what you think. Would you like me to do this again?

    As always, I welcome all criticism. I recognize that I pause often when I'm speaking. I wonder how I can change that....

    Mon, 07 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:45 p.m.</p>

    ...And in other news, I've just updated my list of anime owned. It's current now, except that the listings of what I have and haven't seen isn't up-to-date.

    Well. I've had quite a time recently.

    [Wire]

    Two weeks ago, I lost my DSL signal. This was not a huge surprise to me, as I've read too many horror stories of cable/DSL/satellite service that fails and remains unresolved despite hours on hold for tech support and a parade of repairmen (repairpersons?). The day my signal died, I called Earthlink, and the nice lady on the phone eventually promised to have it looked into. That took some doing, though, as she had a very thick accent and asked me to do oddball things, like take my DSL modem outside and plug it into the phone box. I pointed out that there was no place to plug in my modem to power out there, at which point she sputtered and asked me to try something else. Strange.

    A few days passed, and I still had no service. I placed a couple more calls, each time dealing with a wonderful, helpful rep who knew what he was talking about and ran through as many tests as he could. Each time, he said they'd run tests, which they apparently did, as each time I called they had more information.

    Then, I tried power-cycling the modem, and the modem completely died—no lights at all. So I called a tech and reported this. We did some troubleshooting, and we managed to figure out that A) I had no dial tone whatsoever, and B) my modem was fried. He promised to send out a repairman (repairperson?) to fix the line and ship me a replacement modem by second-day delivery.

    So. The Verizon repairperson arrived and tested both my box and the local switch, and determined there was a fault in the line leading to my house. He said he'd call to have somebody take care of it that day. I went to work, and when I came back...dial tone! Thanks to some instructions left by the previous tech support rep, I was able to at least use dialup to get online.

    The replacement modem arrived a few days later; I plugged it in and everything worked as smooth as butter. It took two weeks, but every tech support rep was cheerful and helpful, and it was resolved with minimal aggravation (or intimations that I was the problem).

    So that was a bit stressful, especially as I'd built up a big list of things to do online now that I was online, and I couldn't do any of it for two weeks. Then, this past weekend, I hosted a party for some friends, which as I mentioned yesterday, lasted fourteen hours, from 4:00 p.m. on Saturday to 6:00 a.m. on Sunday. I had to prepare food for it, of course, which took up all of Saturday, then after the last guest left I crashed into bed, only to wake up just in time to head to the Otherspace animation meeting (we're chugging along there nicely). Then I got home and my parents stopped by, so I entertained them before crashing into bed again. Tonight's been the first opportunity I've had to really catch up, particularly with chores like laundry.

    But you know what? I'm happy. I exercised, which gave me energy, and I managed to get quite a few things accomplished. And I live in a nice house, in a nice neighborhood, with good friends and a well-paying, interesting job.

    That sounds trite. But I've been reading about some modern-day horrors lately—which I won't relate because why depress you?—and I truly feel grateful for my life right now.

    [Head Butler logo]

    Have you ever wanted a personal advisor? Not a therapist—somebody to whom you could turn and say, "I'm in the mood for a good modern novel. What would you recommend?" Their advice mightn't always be perfect, but they'd serve a vital need to sort through the chaff of everyday life.

    Head Butler seeks to serve this need. Every day, there's a new essay about New Good Stuff or Great Old Stuff, as the Butler puts it.

    Yeah, it's at least partly a gimmick, but it's also a philosophy. I've signed up for the newsletter, and am curious to see just what it's like.

    Sun, 06 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:18 p.m.</p> [Tenchi, confused]

    I am going to write a summary of the past few weeks. Really. When I get some time.

    It's just that, after the party, I slept for six hours until noon, then went to animation (where things are moving swimmingly), then entertained my parents. I should have some spare time on Monday to compose a reasonable summary, or something.

    It's 6:25 a.m., and I just concluded a fourteen-hour party at my house.

    ...Cool!

    Fri, 04 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 12:35 p.m.</p>

    If you don't know anime, this will probably be lost on you. However, Real Otaku Heroes features half a dozen fall-over-laughing mp3 "commercials" saluting "the various otaku heroes that we have encountered over the years," including Mr. Pirated Anime Goods Seller, Mr. Female Character Cosplayer, Mr. Harem Anime Inventor, Mr. Self Insert Fanfiction Writer, Mr. Shoujo Anime and Manga Fan, Mr. Anime Fanservice Inventor, and Mr. Pocky Snack Inventor.

    Okay. The DSL modem arrived yesterday, and as expected, it set itself up perfectly. I'm back online. Unfortunately, I'm going to be quite busy over the next few days, so I probably won't be able to write much here.

    Why? I'm hosting a party on Saturday, which I'll be making much of the food for. Honestly, I'm tempted to just buy all the food pre-made, but I like providing home-made food for people. It makes the party feel that much more special.

    Anyvay. That'll take up most of Saturday, then Sunday we're going to have an Otherspace Productions meeting. Hmmm. Actually, I might just go there long enough to get the latest work from people, then come home. I don't like the idea of cramming a weekend full of activities; it doesn't allow me to rest, which is one of the things weekends are for.

    Tue, 01 Mar 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 1, 2005

    Sorry for the radio silence; I've been effectively offline for the past seven days, thanks to a combination of a fault in the phone line and a dead DSL modem. I should be back online by the end of the week, at which point I hope to write more here about everything that's been going on in my life.

    Briefly: Lots of new anime seen, big changes at work, and thoughts on a wide variety of StUFF.

    Sat, 30 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 30, 2005

    I helped my renter move in last night. It was a strange feeling, hauling somebody's stuff into my house, knowing that he'll be living with me for the foreseeable future. Will we drive each other crazy?

    This is the first time I've really lived with someone. At my last apartment, I was sharing a house with a woman whom I only saw every couple of months. Before that, I was living with my parents, which is a very different experience than living separately.

    So, this is a bit weird and intimidating. I'm not scared, per se, just weirded out. Intellectually, I know I can handle this. My emotions don't quite agree.

     

    Meanwhile, I've posted more VR story, for the first time in a month. I hope to get that back up to speed over the coming months, so I can finally finish the blasted thing. Unfortunately, today's post is the last of what I've written so far, so I need to write quite a bit more to get ahead.

    Thu, 28 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, April 28, 2005

    My goodness, I'm tired.

    This is caused partly by my mad dashes around the house, clearing out the other bedroom. Why? I have a renter, finally. A friend from work will be moving in. Um, tomorrow. As of this morning, there were still several boxes, bags, and assorted miscellaney cluttering up the room.

    So I got all that out, and finally cleaned out the kitchen sink. Oh, shoot; I just remembered that I had a bunch of clothes hanging in that closet; hold on while I retrieve them....

    ...back. My bedroom now hosts a pile of clothing slightly smaller than Everest. Much of it will go to goodwill, I think; I really don't need twenty long-sleeved shirts. I also forgot how much mold some of my jackets accumulated; I've been meaning to dry-clean them for the past, oh, six months or so.

    Still, I feel good that I'm finally getting a renter. That extra $700 (USD) a month will finally give me the room in my pocketbook to buy a few goodies for the townhouse. I've been stretched thin since I moved here (which I knew I would be, without a renter), so I'm looking forward to the easier financial burden over the coming months.

    Wed, 27 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:33 p.m.</p>

    I had a rather strange experience this week—I joined a Tae Kwan Do academy, then promptly backed out two days later.

    That may seem strange, and it is, really, but I have my reasons. My 2005 New Year's Resolution was to investigate and take up a martial art. I've been hemming and hawing about that investigation, until finally on Saturday I simply walked into a local Tae Kwan Do academy. Fortunately, someone there was signing up her daughter for a practice session, so I listened to that conversation and used that info to ask for a practice session myself.

    On Monday, I went to the practice session, and it was a blast. After the ritual bows, I followed the 20 minute warmup routine, which did an amazing job of stretching my muscles and joints. Afterwards, one of the senior martial artists as well as the head of the academy took me through the basics of the Tae Kwan Do, and I practiced a couple of punches, kicks, and blocks.

    Afterwards, I made my mistake. I sat down with the grandmaster, who suggested I sign up for a three-year course. This was more than I expected, but rather than tell him that, I simply agreed. I signed a contract and gave him $150.

    That night, adrenaline coursed through my veins as I anticipated my growing skills. I was extremely excited at the idea. In retrospect, I was overexcited and starstruck.

    The next day, I began to realize the enormity of my commitment. This was a twice-a-week commitment combined with daily training at home. Considering all the other projects on my plate, was this wise?

    That night, I explained my misgivings to Saalon, and based on his advice, I decided to back out and look around a bit more. This lead to greater anxiety on my part, as I dreaded explaining this to the grandmaster.

    This evening, I went to the academy and explained myself to the office manager. She was thoroughly considerate and professional, and processed my cancellation immediately. Unfortunately, they won't refund my first month's fee, though I can use that month in the future if I decide to come back.

    I feel that I made the right final decision. This was more than I can commit to right now. However, I shouldn't have made the commitment in the first place. I should have told the grandmaster that three years were more than I had anticipated, and that I wanted time to think it over. I should have respected my own pace.

    Haven't felt like updating in a while, in case that wasn't clear from the dearth of recent entries. Plenty has been going on in my life; I just haven't felt like writing about it.

    Then again, I've felt a bit out-of-sorts lately. Not depressed; more like that 2 a.m. feeling of having wool between your ears. And I've found that I only feel like writing when I'm in either a good mood or a very bad one. Since I've felt neither lately, I haven't updated the site.

    I was recently inspired by a conversation with Saalon (interesting how many of my projects start like that) to consider a reorganization of my journal, which might excite me to write more. I'd like to aggregate several projects onto this journal page: the journal itself, the VR story, a recent photo, and perhaps a recent drawing. I'd like a page that looks more like a newspaper about my life.

    Sat, 23 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 23, 2005

    Pictures from a local flower show.

    Sorry for the radio silence. Been busy, just not felt like writing journal entries.

    Tue, 19 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 19, 2005

    Unexpectedly, I'm very very busy. I went to my parents' house Monday evening, had writing group tonight, will be at a church function Wednesday evening, and will be doing server maintenance and upgrade stuff with Saalon on Thursday. All good things, but time-consuming.

    Meanwhile, a fascinating link that I would like to investigate further at some later date: the mentat wiki, "a collaborative environment for exploring ways to become a better thinker."

    Sun, 17 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 17, 2005

    FastCompany has an interesting article this month titled, "Change Or Die," which includes this quote:

    "If you look at people after coronary-artery bypass grafting two years later, 90% of them have not changed their lifestyle [to avoid repeat surgery, which is probable], says Dr. Edward Miller, dean and CEO at Johns Hopkins. "And that's been studied over and over and over again....Even though they know they have a very bad disease and they know they should change their lifestyle, for whatever reason, they can't."

    This prompted the front cover text:

    Change or DIE. What if you were given that choice? For real. What if it weren't just the rhetoric that confuses corporate performance with life or death, but actual life or death? Yours. What if a doctor said you had to make tough changes in the way you think and act—or your time would end soon? Could you change? Here are the scientifically studied odds: nine to one. That's nine to one against you.

    It's a startling thought. We all like to think that, if the chips are down, and we're faced with tough decisions, we'll make the right choices. But statistically, we don't (at least not when it comes to eating and living healthy lives). Why not?

    The answer, I think, is the most common one: It Depends. Many times, it's because our poor choices are comforting to us; in a high-stress world of demanding jobs and over-busy households, when you're in line at McDonald's and you know the rest of your day will be full, who wants a salad? Sometimes, we simply don't know how to change; who can find a full half an hour in a day to exercise?

    I don't think it's laziness, partly because I think that laziness is usually a sign of a deeper psychological issue.

    Sat, 16 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 16, 2005

    I had an instructive dream last week.

    I dreamt I managed a large dollar store in a strip mall. It was near Christmas; snow was falling outside. Business was good, the employees were busy but happy, and the customers seemed to be in good spirits.

    Then I heard the buzz of the alarm. I swiveled my head to see a middle-aged woman hurrying out the doors, clutching something to her chest. Everyone carried on with their business; it was just another petty thief, not worth pursuing. Being the manager, I decided to stop her, so I left the store.

    It was crowded outside, and it took me a minute to find the woman and confront her through the thick falling snow. She had by now hidden her item underneath her coat, and feigned ignorance of my accusation, but when I took her arm and pulled her into an alley, she pulled the stolen item out and started yelling at me that there was nothing I could do about it. Oh yes there was; I could take my merchandise back. We struggled with it and it fell; it was a box of cards which burst open and spilled on the ground.

    Just at that moment, the woman's grown daughter appeared and acted highly disappointed in her mother, which chastened her. They both left.

    Here's the instructive part: As I gathered up the cards amidst the falling snow, I realized that I had been away from the store for quite awhile. In that weird stretched time of dreams, it had been close to half an hour. I felt bad, having left the store alone, the employees having no idea where I was and going on without me.

    When I woke up this morning, I analyzed that dream and recognized that bad feeling. I feel it a lot. That's when I realized:

    I live a life of regrets.

    I am forever thinking of activities I could be doing, more efficient ways of accomplishing my projects, and regretting the difference. Now note: There's nothing wrong with thinking up new projects or efficiencies. My error lies in living in pained regret that I'm not doing them. As Alexander Graham Bell once said, "When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us."

    Wed, 13 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, April 13, 2005

    Well, we got hacked, which explains my absence over the past few days. Things seem mostly back to normal now.

    More later, when I get the time to actually upload something.

    Fri, 08 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, April 8, 2005

    Woah! Where have I been lately?

    Been busy with little things, just generaly life upkeep. I've been reading pretty much every night, and baking cookies, and practicing Japanese a bit. Spent an hour on Wednesday checking fluids in my truck and cleaning it thoroughly. Nothing major. I've been a bit sick lately, too, which doesn't help me get things done. That's why I'm home from work today.

    I also finished Neil Clark Warren's Date...or Soul Mate? and posted a review to my library. Interesting stuff.

    Mon, 04 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, April 4, 2005 [Atom logo]

    Atom is an extremely complicated blog feed format. They've just published a draft RFC that's supposed to explain the Atom format. I've written an Atom feed generator, and I know even less about Atom after reading that RFC. How could they write an RFC that's that difficult to comprehend?

    And why am I writing about blog feed formats? Because I used to think that visiting each blog had advantages over RSS feeds, so I downloaded an RSS feeder (NewsFire) to prove it. Now I use it every day to read several dozen blogs in the time it used to take me to read ten. RSS has been incredibly useful to me.

    There are actually two feed formats: Atom and RSS. RSS is simpler, while Atom is more complicated and more flexible. I'm frustrated by Atom's complexity, but I love what you can do with it, and I want to see the Atom working group create a comprehensible, readable standard. They haven't so far.

    Sun, 03 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 3, 2005 [Christina during an Otherspace Productions meeting]

    The Otherspace meeting today went well. Almost the entire company showed up, and we had a good time chatting and generally working. Monica's made great strides on Summer Storm and the others are doing well on final touches to Matrix Experiments Lain.

    It's interesting to observe how we've changed over the past ten months or so. What started as a nervous group just trying to figure out how to animate has turned into a comfortable team. We still have a lot to learn, but we've made amazing progress considering that we started from nothing.

    And it's been a great experience for me, observing that I really can build something from scratch, and that that something can do real work.

    Sat, 02 Apr 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, April 2, 2005

    Well, I've had a busy couple of days. I'm afraid I have nothing interesting to say, so if you're not interested in a litany of my recent activities, feel free to move on to the next blog.

    I spent Thusday evening tutoring, which seemed to go well. The goal of my tutoring is to improve my student's ability to write essays for the SAT, and now that he's becoming more used to writing essays, I think I need to concentrate more on the types of essays that the SAT demands. Apparently, these assignments amount to "Blog about how to achieve happiness" and such things, which isn't particularly hard. It's just a matter of getting used to writing about something that isn't based on facts.

    Friday night, I went over to a friend's house to have a pseudo-Redemption night, though we only played one game of Redemption as well as some Star Wars: Battlefront and a little Neverwinter Nights. I very much need to spend more time playing NWN, so we can play together reasonably.

    I spent this morning on chores—laundry, cleaning, finances, business taxes—and updated Matrix Experiments Lain with the latest from last week.

    And that's it. Wish I could have made this entry more interesting, but I'm kind of tired from doing laundry, cleaning, finances, business taxes, and Matrix Experiments Lain.

    Tue, 31 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 31, 2005

    Recently, I had a bit of a problem: I needed to buy a handheld vacuum. Easy, you might say: Stop by Wal-Mart or Target. That's the problem: I don't shop at Target or Wal-Mart.

    This is not due to a "big companies are evil" mentality; I happily shop at department stores and order from Amazon.com. But both of these companies have done things I find distasteful.

    The Wall Street Journal has reported memos from senior management, telling stores that if any employee tries to form a union, that employee is to be "made redundant" (e.g., fired) as soon as that can be done without raising eyebrows. That's illegal, besides being nasty and unpleasant.

    Last Christmas, senior management at Target sent a memo to stores telling them they were to not allow Salvation Army reps in front of their stores, as they "might make customers uncomfortable." Might. They received no complaints; it's just a possibility.

    What concerns me about these memos is that they seem indicative of the overall style of management at these stores. They're not simply isolated incidents; this seems to be how senior management at these stores normally operate.

    So, I refuse to buy from them. I went to Bed, Bath, and Beyond and found my handheld vacuum there.

    Consumers have so many choices these days that companies now have to be aware of their behavior. Everyone sends messages.

    Mon, 30 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 30, 2005

    Five years ago, this was inconceivable:

    [Manga sign in Borders]

    The world changes faster than we realize.

    Fri, 27 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 27, 2005

    How does one make oneself change the world?

    I don't mean to ask how one would take over the world, or push the world in a given direction. I mean: Most people I know have at least one idea, one dream that would change the world. A service to provide, a product to sell, a helping hand to hold out. How does one go about making this actually happen?

    Because it has start within the self. Nobody else is going to do it, obviously. So how does one make oneself into the person who would do this Great Thing?

    David Allen suggests that one of the best ways is to identify two things: (1) Exactly what you want to accomplish, and (2) the next physical, real-world action that you need to take to accomplish it. That "next action" might be cruising the web for similar services. It might be a phone call. It might be half an hour of concentrated brainstorming. Whatever, as long as it's something that will move you one step forward towards the goal. And when you're done with that, you can move on to the next action.

    I tend to agree, and I notice how true it's been with Otherspace. I wanted to make beautiful, life-affirming animation. So, after joking around with a friend about an animation idea, I wrote it down. Then I wrote a detailed script. Then I drew out each shot on paper. Then I called local colleges to see if they could recommend art students who would help me. Then I met with art students and gave them work to do. And suddenly, I was making animation.

    Wed, 25 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 25, 2005

    PointlessWasteOfTime.com has posted an excellent article entitled, A Gamer's Manifesto, listing "20 things gamers want" from game developers. Lots of swearing and stuff, but excellent reading about simply poor design decisions, and a few forehead-slapping obvious solutions to pervasive problems.

    Mon, 23 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 23, 2005

    I saw the completion of two things this weekend: the Star Wars prequels and Mobile Suit Gundam Seed. An interesting juxtaposition.

    [Darth Vader]

    The Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith screening was fun mainly for all the things George Lucas didn't do. SW has become something so far beyond Lucas himself that much of my enjoyment of the films come from the little things created by CG artists or fans. The screening was full of an excited buzz, and when the "Long Time Ago" title came up, everyone cheered and hollered. Throughout the movie, Yoda received several rounds of applause. That made the movie much more fun.

    And it was little bits of the movie that I really enjoyed, much more so than Lucas' dialogue or plot. Obi-Wan travels to some...planet...or other to track down General Grievous. Okay, fine, whatever. But that lizard thing Obi-Wan rode was an amazing sight, a perfectly realized creature straight from Ray Harryhausen's imagination. Anakin and Obi-Wan are fighting over lava. Okay, great, nicely done. But it's the little worker droid that flies up next to them, takes one look, breeps in alarm and flies away, that sells it.

    This is not to suggest that the film's plot or actors are poor; everyone does a fine job (though to my surprise, I found Natalie Portman's performance mediocre; she was much better as the leader of a resistance than as a doting wife). But that's all it was: fine jobs. Good work, and all that. It's like a line drawing: the edges define the beauty of the work, not the blank spaces in between.

    [Gundam Seed]

    Gundam Seed had similar problems, really. Characters are introduced, then have almost nothing to do for ten episodes, other than exist as characters to cut to and hear their shocked intakes of breath. The story itself is a borrowed collage of early Gundam storylines, which is enjoyable to a point. At some point, I would have liked to see some originality, if just in exploring the consequences of these borrowed plot elements.

    But if nothing else, Seed demonstrates tremendous respect for its characters. It makes you want certain characters to get back together or have a greater role, then grants those desires as appropriate. Several great characters die, but even their deaths feel right.

    Death is an important part of Seed and Gundam in general. Characters die. Good characters die. And they tend to die in ways that are important. Very few characters die pointlessly, and even when they do, that's also used to drive the other characters. I'm reminded of a quote by Chiaki J. Konaka: "Just as there is no such thing as a meaningless life, there is no such thing as a meaningless death....[In writing Digimon Tamers,] I felt that we must not treat death itself lightly."

    But it's the little things. After two important characters are finally reunited and achieve a certain peace with each other, one speaks to the other by having his Gundam's hand clasp the shoulder of the other's Gundam. It's an intimate, brotherly gesture. What a wonderful way to show that these characters had re-connected.

    All in all, I saw two great endings this weekend. Can't complain.

    Tue, 17 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 17, 2005

    As is typical, I haven't been posting here much mainly because little of note has happened in my life lately. I tend to post more when I'm extremely busy.

    Saturday was a bit of a downer—my allergies flared up, and while the Otherspace meeting went well, I felt unpleasant throughout it. I then went to Redemption, which was a lot of fun, though I was rather tired for that too.

    But I started role-playing with a few friends at the tail end of the Redemption meeting. I'm running a game set in a Cowboy Bebop-like world, in which the players are working their way up through the mafia. I'm a scared and excited GM, as I have miniscule experience with tabletop RPGs at all (I only attended half a dozen sessions of one game that never went anywhere), but the other participants have no experience at all, so I'm the natural choice. Everyone seems to be having fun, though.

    I spent all day Sunday at home, tearing through minor chores (house cleaning, etc.). Experienced the unique frustration of returning a phone call only to realize that I didn't have the appropriate person's phone number stored anywhere (Brennen, in this case). All these storage devices and not one of them "caught" that phone number.

    Today was extremely quiet at work, which was a nice break. I should get much more work for the rest of the week, and I'm looking forward to that. I don't like being bored, especially when I'm being paid to do something.

    Thu, 12 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 5:48 p.m.</p>

    How would you like a webpage that links to, in total, over one million free mp3s? Here you are.

    Last night was Errands Night, in which I give up any hope of productivity at home and spend the evening striding down aisles and trying to coax smiles out bored clerks. Really, I do; I look them in the eyes and smile genuinely. Usually, they smile back, though sometimes it's a nervous smile, as though expecting this to be a prelude to my head splitting open and launching a brain-devouring proboscis at them. I don't want to pull them into the abyss of a Conversation With A Complete Stranger (which is a great title for a book); I just want to insert a slightly less boring, slightly more happy moment into their day.

    Anyvay. I came out of Home Depot with a few things and was metaphorically slapped in the face with a cloud. This Home Depot sits atop a hill that overlooks several miles of town, so most of one's vision is taken up by sky anyway. But this was a huge battleship of a cloud, flared with indistinct tentacles, glowing with a purple aura. Amazing thing.

    I glanced around at the ten or so people in the parking lot. Nobody else was even looking at the sky. Everyone had their heads down, hurrying to their SUVs (mostly), wrapped up in their own thoughts.

    How sad.

    Wed, 11 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 11, 2005

    I'm always a little awed by the pervasive optimism of early science fiction art. It's not that they suggested that space travel would be easy, or loads of fun. There were plenty of dangers, and the astronauts were portrayed more often as stoic, serious men than as grinning explorers. But there was a sense in this art that space exploration was a fundamentally good, noble thing.

    I'm thinking about this because I was directed to Space Art in Children's Books, a wonderful example of what I'm talking about. Sure, some of the details are wildly inaccurate, but then, details often are. What's more remarkable is the pervasive positive tone. It feels as though the artists are whispering, "This may be dangerous, and costly. But it's important."

    Tue, 10 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 10, 2005
    The day I listen to anyone connected with Saban lecturing me about children is the day I listen to some named Hanna or Barbera lecturing me about the nuances of backgrounds in animation.
    — James Lileks

    My laptop is back from the shimmering halls of Apple Repair, and the drive now works like a champ, based on a few tests. I inserted Gundam Seed disc 8 as my initial test and was suddenly seized by the icy hand of fear: That's a good disc! What if the drive is still bad? I should test it with throwaway discs, not good ones!

    Advice I should have listened to before sending the laptop away, because it came back without the disc that was stuck in the drive. It's nowhere in the packing materials. And it's important, too: it's the play disc for Neverwinter Nights. This disc must be in the drive when I play NWN. I don't know what to do, short of calling Apple. Even if I do call Apple, what can they do? "<click> Attention all repair personnel. Would you please check your desks for a Neverwinter Nights CD? Thank you." Even so, I feel that I should call them. Perhaps tonight.

    By then, the laptop should be restored, as I'm iteratively running my Super Restore script. I ran it first last night, one command at a time, fixing things. When that was done, I found some significant problems (skip the rest of this paragraph if you're uninterested in geeky details). In particular, when you extract a backup, all the files are owned by whoever extracted them. I don't know how to preserve ownership of files within backup files. This is a problem when files are extracted by an administrator user, originally owned by someone else, then a different user tries to execute or access them. My current solution is to change ownership of all applications, animation files, and web files to my primary user account, as that's the user who usually uses everything.

    In any event, I ran it again this morning, and when I left for work it was still restoring my 13 GB of music. It should certainly be left in a better state than it was before.

    Yesterday was a fine day. After a quick meal, I looked at the lawn and noticed that it had grown enough to need a quick mow, and I'd just received a new plant in the mail—Zebra Grass, an ornamental, bushy grass that I plan to put in the front of the townhouse. So, I decided I'd spend some time gardening. I mowed the lawn and trimmed various tufts of grass that the lawnmower couldn't reach. I then planted the Zebra Grass, re-filled the bird feeder, and washed my front walkway. And it wasn't even 8:00 yet.

    So I went inside and grappled with Super Restore, then printed off a short story of mine and mailed it to Realms of Fantasy. I'd like to re-edit another short story in time for writing group in a week, but I don't know if I'll have the time.

    Sun, 08 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 8, 2005

    Saturday saw an incredible Otherspace Productions meeting. The entire studio met at GMU, where I laid out the storyboards and guided the crew through it, explaining each scene and soliciting comments. People had lots of great ideas, and after the initial shock at the scale of an animation five times longer than our previous project, became increasingly excited. The most reserved person was actually volunteering for things by the end.

    So on the way back, I let out a Howard Dean Yell. This is working! I've built an animation crew.

    Today was perfect. Not a cloud in the sky, balmy temperature, and occasional breezes just strong enough to swoop into your lungs and remind you that you're alive. I spent much of the day with my Mom in celebration of Mother's Day, wandering her amazing garden and just talking. Had a great time. Got home and took care of a few random things, including more work on Super Restore.

    Super Restore is the code name for a project that I've been working on for several weeks now. I'm already backing up all my user files and documents. Super Restore will take a compeltely clean computer with just the OS install, and will restore all my user files so that the computer will look exactly like it did when I performed the backup. All my preferences should be restored, too.

    So today I built a skeleton of the restore script, which will take my backups and restore them onto a laptop. I'm sure there will still be a lot to tweak once I do this.

    Once I get my laptop back, I want to test this repeatedly, and re-test it every six months or so. I intend to no longer fear even catastrophic computer failure. I should be able to completely restore my total user environment within a few hours of a hard disk erasure.

    Wouldn't that be cool?

    Fri, 06 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 6, 2005

    I've gained some perspective this week.

    I took my laptop (Navi) in to the Apple Store on Thursday, to see if they could remove the CD that the laptop insists isn't in the drive. The tech was my ideal; even though he was swamped, he helped everyone as equally as possible, while being consistently and genuinely friendly and helpful. He ran a few tests and promptly agreed that the drive was borked. This meant sending it out for a roughly one week repair, which frustrated me a bit, but I could deal with that.

    I arrived home to discover a note from UPS. The driver had tried to deliver my copy of OS X Tiger, but I wasn't home. Fair enough; I went home early today just so I could be around when the note indicated the driver would be back. So I checked my e-mail and browse online comics for awhile at home, then went outside...to find another UPS sticker on my door. I was fifteen feet from the door the whole time, in a completely silent house, and hadn't heard a sound. The driver had arrived and just slapped a sticker on my door, without knocking.

    Worse, this was the final delivery attempt. So I called the phone number listed on the ticket, which told me to check their website. Fine. I went to UPS.com and typed in the tracking number...to which the site responded that it had no information on that tracking number. Great. I re-called the phone number and got through to a live representative (within a minute, too!) who informed me that the package would now be held for five days at a facility about half an hour from my house (though close to work).

    So I got really frustrated and bummed around the house for awhile. Didn't want to do anything, just sulk.

    And then it hit me. I was depressed because one of my four computers is out for repair, and the delivery of an OS upgrade that I only plan to install on one of my computers is delayed for a few days, so I'll have to drive five minutes from my house to pick it up. And I started to laugh.

    Now, I'm good. I got quite a bit accomplished today, too: cleaned house, cleaned my truck and checked fluids, read the Bible (2 Peter and 1 John), and baked a dozen mini apple pies. Not bad.

    Wed, 04 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 4, 2005

    Just climbed into my soft, soft bed after a long talk with my roommate and a night out at writer's group. The writer's group went very well; six of us (out of seven) showed up, and we critiqued bits of two books plus my latest short story. I'm drifting back into a writing phase, too, so I hope to build on the adrenaline rush of this meeting to write a lot over the next few weeks. I'd like to revise my latest short story, rewrite another, and write a lot more of the VR story.

    Meanwhile, I've been thinking a lot about my productivity of late. I have a huge list of things to do, and I wonder how wise I am to maintain so many projects that I can't quite keep up with all of them. On the other hand, it's my nature to juggle many projects at once. Should I simply reduce my commitments? I don't know; that feels boring.

    Partly, I wonder if this frustration is due to my rhythms. I rarely progress steadily on my projects; I work on them in phases (as described in the first paragraph of this entry). But that means I'm always roaring ahead in a couple of areas while others languish, so at any given time I feel like I'm doing too much on some projects and not enough on others. Perhaps I simply need to gauge my effectiveness at longer intervals.

    Tue, 03 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 3, 2005

    43 Folders writes about Your Personal Suck, i.e., "You totally suck at something, and it secretly drives you nuts every g%^d@*ned day." Find something that you really want to improve, and improve it.

    The personal suck that's been gnawing at me most lately is my lack of discipline on lots of small projects. I remember to clean the house and work on Otherspace, but I don't keep up with practicing Japanese or drawing. I'd like to find ways of integrating those into my daily life.

    I've thought of rewarding myself for doing these things, but I resist that because of the scale of juggling rewards for half a dozen little daily practices. I'm pretty good at doing things at certain times of the day, though that seems to have reached a practical limit. I can do a bunch of things in the morning before I go to work, but I get home at odd hours.

    I don't have an easy answer, but I'm contemplating possible solutions.

    Sun, 01 May 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, May 1, 2005

    It's kind of fun to do the impossible.
    — Walt Disney

    Yesterday, four of us at Otherspace met at GMU in the pouring rain, then drove to a nearby Japanese restaurant, ate sushi, and plotted the future of Otherspace.

    I described my plans for the next animation, and my desire to make Otherspace into a world-class animation studio. Everyone else was excited and gave off an aura of being ready to go. I think we're really going to do this.

    "This" is Summer Storm, a five-minute short animation that will showcase our talents and blow away anyone who watches it. We've set a preliminary timeframe of one year to complete it, and we're planning a trip to the beach as a "location shoot."

    My mind is still reeling from all this. My plans are actually coming to life, and it's happening in a way that's not scary or weird. This all feels so good.

    Thu, 30 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 30, 2005

    Watched recently:

    • The last half of Paranoia Agent, a psychological thriller anime series. Absolutely brilliant. Human, thought-provoking, dramatic, funny at times. Wow.
    • Wheels on Meals, a Jackie Chan/Sammo Hung/Yuen Baio film. A great, classic Chan film.
    • More of Gundam Seed Destiny, which has gone from fun fanfic to powerful drama in the space of four episodes. I just finished episode eight, in which the world tilts towards war (again). I'm enjoying it, even with the dark, foreboding atmosphere. I suspect a lot of characters will die by the end.
    • A 1988 anime adaptation of Heinlein's Starship Troopers. Lots of bad 80's music, minimal animation, and a turgid adaptation of the story, but the voice acting is excellent and the action definitely has some stirring moments. Ironically, while the Hollywood movie adaptation got the bugs perfectly but lost the powered armor, the anime represents the powered armor perfectly but screwed up the bugs. In the anime, the bugs are purple tentacle monsters that squeal like tires on wet pavement and spit weird plasma charges. Still, it was enjoyable.
    Wed, 29 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 29, 2005

    If you ever plan on baking with Ghirardelli chocolate, you might want to know that Ghirardelli baking chocolate chips are delicious, and quite useless in baking. They have a melting point of about 80 degrees, so that once you start baking your cookies or what-have-you, the chips will remain melted for the next 29 hours.

    Oh, and by "double chocolate" Ghirardelli really means "dark chocolate."

    Just thought you might want to know.

    Thu, 23 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 23, 2005

    Tuesday night, I was invited to attend the high school graduation of two friends of mine. The ceremony was traditional in every way, from Pomp and Circumstance to the throwing of the hats. The only time I was really intrigued was during an amazing speech by a graduating senior, in which he pointed out that these students started their high school experience a few days before 9/11. He was a great speaker.

    Tuesday night dropped me into a completely different world than my normal one. I was in a room full of several hundred excited young men and women, freshly minted, ready to get into the world. They were starting their adult journeys. They were brimming with smiles, excitement, energy, and enthusiasm. A thrilling cocktail of human rocket fuel.

    What a great way to spend an evening!

    Tue, 21 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 21, 2005

    My desire for a stable routine has become even stronger at work. After weeks of comparatively little work, this week my to-do list has multiplied four-fold. There are sudden fires everywhere—one immediately resolvable thanks to some work I helped push through recently—and I have to keep on top of it.

    Thank goodness for GTD. I actually am on top of all my tasks, to a degree that sometimes amazes me.

    I spent yesterday playing catch-up at home, after the Otherspace Productions beach trip on Saturday, Father's Day at my parents' house Sunday afternoon, and a going-away party for a friend Sunday evening. In fact, I felt a little sick yesterday, and I think it was exhaustion.

    The beach trip was practically perfect in every way, to quote Mary Poppins, except for getting lost a few times on the way down. This was not completely a vacation; we spent much of the afternoon taking photos of the ocean and videotaping an animator walking down the beach. Our next animation is set on the beach, so this will all be useful for that.

    Everything else went well. We had a good time sending off our friend, and though it was sad to see him go, he's going because he wants to and believes it's the best thing for him. Won't argue with that.

    Mon, 20 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 20, 2005

    "Nowhere along the way does anyone emphasize the importance of social, interpersonal, and emotional skills in determining our success in professional life. Then the day arrives when we make a terrifying discovery: The world is filled with people."

    — Patrick J. McKenna and David H. Maister in First Among Equals
    Fri, 17 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 17, 2005

    And suddenly, it's beautiful. After a week of rather punishing heat by June's standards—highs in the upper 90's—it's now comfortable and breezy, occasional clouds drifting lazily across the baby blue sky. I'm now extra grateful for the hour I spent in the garden yesterday evening, trimming lawn edges and generally cleaning up. I'm now enjoying it, as I recline on the front window seat and glance out at the lawn.

    It's been a great week at work; I helped track down information for a certification the company seeks, and the head of the effort praised me often, especially to upper management. It was interesting work, too; asking people about how we do things, writing up brief process descriptions (how to explain this with minimal words?), marking up spreadsheets, and so forth. And it helped to know that this entire job would be done today; I could focus intently on such a short-term goal.

    Unfortunately, my personal time suffered somewhat. Part of that was caused by exhaustion upon arriving home; I'm not used to that sort of pace at work. But also, I was just a little lazy this week. I spent a lot of time chatting with friends online. This is a fine and good thing in moderation, but this was not moderation. In fact, I just e-mailed them that I'm going to have to switch offline at 9:00 p.m. That'll give me time to write, draw, and read before going to bed.

    I just feel a need to make really good use of my time.

    Tue, 14 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 14, 2005

    I've entered a new phase in my understanding of the Getting Things Done system. For the past few weeks, I've been dumping everything into my system. If I notice something I want to buy, I add it to my "To Buy" list. If I think of something I'd like to do, I add it to one of my lists.

    As a result, when I have free time, I can't scour my brain for something to do. All my projects are out of my head, in my system. My brain literally doesn't remember them, at least not for immediate recall.

    This created a curious sense of limbo; I was so used to being pulled by all the strands of projects in my mind. Now, I have to rely on my system. This is a good thing, really, as I can concentrate on one thing at a time.

    Been watching quite a bit of anime lately. I finished Zeta Gundam, which was a brutal but satisfying experience. Almost everyone dies at the end, but in true Gundam tradition, their deaths are all meaningful. Characters sacrifice themselves for their beliefs.

    Similarly for the movie Char's Counterattack, though it also has the benefit of beautiful animation and direction. Finally, we get to see what giant robot combat in space is supposed to look like. I now know exactly how fighting in space 's supposed to feel in the Gundam universe.

    Also finished Gundam Seed, which I greatly enjoyed partly because of its cheesiness and partly because of its solid storytelling. They managed to take a jumble of elements from early Gundam shows and forge a solid story out of them.

    Mon, 06 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 6, 2005

    Last month, I spent several hours going through a rather frustrating process: I changed all my passwords on all my computers and websites. I now do this every three months.

    This was prompted mainly from my webserver, which has been hacked twice in the past couple of years. I know it's important to change passwords occasionally, but I never bothered to until I lost data on hacked websites.

    There's an unexpected benefit to this: I'll occasionally be reminded to return to a website I haven't visited in a long time, and my current password won't work. I'll try previous passwords until I can get in, then write down this new website. I now have a comprehensive list of sites that require a password, and I've closed accounts on a few that I no longer need. So, I've eliminated a few repositories of my personal information that had been floating around.

    I remember my passwords by having different levels of passwords: I have one password for throwaway accounts that don't keep any personal or financial information (such as forums and games), another for financial websites, and another for e-mail. I only have a few passwords that I use every day; the rest (for things like MySQL databases) are at least written down. All my passwords are currently written on a sheet of paper that I've hidden in my house.

    Moreover, all my passwords use upper-case letters, lower-case letters, and numbers; Almost all are at least eight characters long, and the very important ones use special characters (e.g., *, #, %) if possible.

    Is this a pain? A bit. But I feel a lot more secure. I think it's worth the trouble.

    Sat, 04 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, June 4, 2005

    Note there's more VR story. I've also uploaded all of the VR story so far to the VR story section of my writing website.

    The VR story is getting difficult to write. I wanted it to be a story I could just write without worrying about an intricate plot; nevertheless, a plot has evolved. And now I have a lot more that has to happen before I can finish the story, but I almost want to throw in the towel rather than spend time on the complexities of a plot for a story that's supposed to be an off-the-cuff action/adventure.

    Fri, 03 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 3, 2005

    I'm cleaning out some old webpage on this site, and instead of deleting them or making them individual pages, I thought I'd post them here for posterity. And here's one now!

    Dramatic Theory and Video Games

    Dramatic theory is hard to research. There seems to be very little material readily available. As a result, distilling dramatic theory down to a single reed-thin theorem is difficult. I'm going to try anyway.

    Good drama results from a certain pattern in the number of unanswered questions in existence in a work over time. In a very short work, that pattern is a simple peak: the number of unanswered questions rises over time until the climax near the end, and then drops back down to zero. Normally, however, that same pattern is maintained in general, but is supplemented by one level of recursion: small patterns of peaks within the larger pattern.

    The funny part of that theorem -- which is hardly "reed-thin," now that I look at it -- is the concept of "unanswered questions." What exactly does this refer to? It depends partly on the work. For example, a console RPG's unanswered questions usually center around the survival of the characters. A murder mystery novel's unanswered questions usually center around the motivation, methods, and identity of the murderer.

    Fair enough. Now, let's apply this theorem to video games, particularly combat-oriented video games.

    What makes for a satisfying video game? Ignoring the overall trend towards a larger climax, satisfaction comes from a pattern of peaks and valleys in the player's experience. The player should be "scared" for awhile, then not-scared for awhile. Both of these phases should be of a reasonable size.

    In a simple combat-oriented game, one in which the player is fighting off other monsters, this concept can be implemented fairly easily, by keeping a running tally of the number of monsters that the player is fighting. Once the player has spent a certain amount of time fighting monsters, then no new monsters are generated nearby. Once the player has spent a certain amount of time without fighting, more monsters are generated.

    Note, importantly, that this does not imply X minutes fighting monsters, followed by exactly X minutes not fighting monsters, etc. There will be a significant period in which the player will finish up fighting the current set of monsters, and clear out any other monsters nearby. Similarly, just because monsters are being generated nearby, does not necessarily mean that the player is immediately fighting them.

    Obviously, this is a brute-force implementation, but it serves well as an example.

    Thu, 02 Jun 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 2, 2005

    Spent a fair chunk of last night cleaning up this very website, finding little bugs and squashing them (an ugly metaphor, but apt). This is part of my desire to get all of my web material cleaned up, darn it, and into a system whereby I can check it all and keep it all clean. I'd like to take regular sweeps of my sites to clean up little problems before they require a few hours of tweaking.

    A good example from last night was a webpage footer I created about five years ago, back when my personal website was much smaller than it is now. This footer used neato tricks to display the last time the page was updated, automatically. Very handy: You could tell how old a page was, without any extra work on my part when I change it. Well, when I moved off of the server on which that trick worked, it stopped working. It hasn't worked since.

    But never removed those footers, and I used those pages to create other pages, until eventually those bad footers on dozens of pages. Ugh. Now that that's fixed, even if that sort of thing happens again, I want to catch it before it spreads.

    Thanks to my tickler file, I can do that. Fri, 29 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 29, 2005

    It's late, and I'm tired. So, very briefly:

    • Lunch with my Mom today at a Chinese restaurant very near my work. Much fun.
    • A productive day at work, if boring.
    • Wrote a bit more of the VR story. Posted some.
    • At a friend's excellent suggestion, organized an impromptu Guy's Night Out for tomorrow night. Can't wait.

    Tomorrow should be interesting, as I have a phone call with Saalon, an Otherspace meeting, plus GNO. Plus a few regular chores, such as backups. I'm looking forward to this; it's just going to make for a busy day.

    Speaking of backups, tomorrow is the last Saturday of the month, so I'll be backing up the server, and burning backups to DVD. So, tomorrow will be even busier than usual.

    Again, I really am looking forward to tomorrow; there are far, far worse fates than spending a day talking with friends, directing an animation team, and watching cheesy movies with other friends.

    Thu, 28 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 28, 2005

    Another quiet day at work, helping out a few people and generally organizing things. I plan to spend tomorrow tucking in to at least one major project, which at this point will be a relief. Finally, something to do!

    I had intended to spend the evening running errands, but once I got home, nuked a frozen dinner, and got into a comfortable chat with Saalon, I decided against it. Didn't have an immediate need for any of it. I can do it tomorrow.

    Or this weekend, unexpectedly, as Saalon's not coming down as planned. His trip has been postponed until next weekend, as he's plum tuckered out and needs a weekend to regroup. So, I have an unexpectedly empty weekend. Whatever shall I do? Lounge around doing nothing, I'm sure.

    Yeah, right.

    Spent the rest of the evening on various Otherspace business. Got the proof for the Summer Storm poster, and checked over the sites I'll use to order business cards and t-shirts next week (I'm low on funds, so will have to wait until I get my August rent payment). I also uploaded our financial information for the second quarter of this year, posted it, and printed it out to distribute to everyone on Saturday.

    Briefly: I paid the employees $2,100 last quarter. Phew. That's not a surprise, though; it varies from about $1,500 to a little over $2,000 every quarter. It'll be really interesting to watch this quarter, because of all the expenses for Otakon plus whatever money we get for selling all this merchandise.

    Sure is fun, though. I'm going to be selling merchandise of characters I thought up a few months ago. Cool!

    (Note: I 've uploaded an entry for yesterday.)

    Wed, 27 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 27, 2005

    This morning was brutally hot, as it has been for the previous couple of days. Walk outside and summer sits on your shoulders, weighing you down, slapping you with heat. As I drank my orange juice this morning, I looked at my backyard and realized I hadn't watered in a few days. Everything looked pretty good—I have a few pots, and the plants in them weren't collapsed like dead soldiers—but I knew they'd need water.

    Well. Work's been very quiet lately, so I slipped home at lunch and spent half an hour watering. This might strike some as a horrid, boring chore, but I enjoyed it. Fun to imagine the grateful plants slurping up this life-giving liquid: Thank you, benevolent god, for this sustenance! they might have said.

    OK, maybe I stood out in the sun too long.

    Anyvay. Went back to work, helped out with some computer problems (and that's fun, too, since I know what I'm talking about and can just calmly offer suggestions), and by the end of the day was very much ready to go home. Stopped off at a nearby grocery store, Wegman's, and grabbed half a cart of prosaic grocery store items: beef, broccoli (guess what Chinese dish I'm making this weekend?), more orange juice, paper towels, a catfish filet, band-aids, bird seed, cotton balls. The latter were named something ridiculously generic like "soft swabs"...and I looked closely and discovered that it's because they're not 100% cotton any more; part synthetic. 80% recycled steel wool, for all I know.

    I mention this list because when I'm checking out, I sometimes look at my purchases and wonder what they say about me. If I have friends coming over, seventy percent of my purchases are potato chips and soda, and if I'm unlucky enough to also be buying a carton of ice cream for myself and a box of stack of frozen dinners, I feel like yet another unhealthy bachelor.

    But I can't very well pull out pictures of my refrigerator and show the clerk the normal set of vegetables, fresh eggs, and meats in there, and that my cupboards are mostly oils, various sugars, flour, rice, etc. Because I get the oddest looks when I do that.

    (Kidding!)

    So I took my half-full cart outside...into the pouring rain. It was as though God had said to himself, "Shoot! I forgot to water Virginia!" and dumped a bucket on us. If it had been raining any harder, I would have been looking for a twister.

    I looked at my basket: two full loads there. I looked back at the rain, and said to myself, "Oh well." Grabbed two handfuls of bags, ran to the truck, tossed the bags in, and by the time I was back, I was completely soaked through. The return was more leisurely; the rain couldn't get me any more wet. I was tempted to strip off my shirt when I got into the car, but (A) the sight of my white, naked chest would frighten passing motorists, and (B) I just don't think it's the right thing to do in public. We have shirts for a reason. I got into the truck, turned up the heat, and I was fine.

    Got home, looked at the waterlogged garden, and thought: I'm so glad I came home from work at lunch to water my garden. Oh well; I really did enjoy myself, and who can live their lives at full efficiency?

    Then, a good evening: changed into dry clothes, re-uploaded the Summer Storm artwork for a poster (and there's a story), made a few phone calls, and watched two episodes of a Flash Gordon serial (and there's another story).

    And then, bed.

    Tue, 26 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 26, 2005

    Brennen's been posting a multi-part essay (see part 1 and part 2) about the state of American primary education. He's working very hard to make a case with which I generally agree. However, I want to argue two points.

    One:

    Why punish children for using the language of their parents, their older siblings, and their culture at large? Does saying "fuck" actually render a person somehow less valuable? Contrariwise, do prohibitions on language actually do anything but lend a special power to supposed obscenities and encourage their use?

    Our culture has codes of conduct. Note that I don't mean arbitrary cultural beliefs; I'm talking about the standards embodied by the idea of dressing nicely when meeting with a customer. It's a matter of good culture. We encourage kids to avoid swearing just like we encourage them to comb their hair.

    Why? Because these things are important. Culture is important. When you belong to a group, it's important to respect the cultural norms of that group.

    I like the Rule of St. Benedict, because Benedict addresses these sorts of issues in a beautifully practical way: Societies need simple rules, and humans in those societies needs to humble themselves to obey those rules (unless harmful). The best societies mute power, and this is one of the ways in which they do that.

    (Similarly, allowing any and all language unleashes those who use language to abuse others, both directly and indirectly. We all know people who, if given the chance, won't shut up, abusing this power. Children have a particularly strong tendency towards this behavior.)

    Anyvay. Two:

    If children almost universally respond better to individualized attention,what purpose does an increased standardization of teaching (in methods,content, and testing) really serve? My best teachers were the oneswhose style was idiosyncratic and individual, the product of a personal craft -where does a mania for uniformity leave them? Where does it leave theirstudents?

    The problem here, I think, is a matter of scale.

    Brennen describes the democratic and free-form Tamariki School as a school that, overall, works in the way he'd like. I agree. However, as he points out, Tamariki has around sixty pupils and nine paid adults.

    What happens when you have to serve, not sixty kids, but six thousand? Will you be able to afford the same adult-student ratio, and will all the adults be as good teachers as the ones at Tamariki? No.

    So, how do you ensure that the poor teachers at least get across the basics? Hand them a textbook and say, "Make sure the kids learn at least this much."

    Seriously, I think that education of the sort Brennen is advocating does not scale.

    Note that this can be okay, depending on the type of education you want. If you want a holistic education that prepares a child ethically and philosophically, you can't find it in public education. That sort of thing simply doesn't scale up, from what I can see.

    This is why I'd like to see public education become much more focused on skills. In my opinion, public education works best when it's teaching something relatively straightforward, rather than coaching a child in concepts of freedom, personal responsibility, etc.

    (Put another way, asking why public education can't be like Tamariki is akin to asking why McDonald's can't serve six-course French meals. French cuisine works on a restaurant-by-restaurant basis, but not when you're trying to serve fifty million customers a day.)

    At least, that's my take on it. Thoughts?

    Mon, 25 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 25, 2005

    Hot day. As soon as I stepped outside, summer wrapped me in a thick blanket of heat and humidity. I practically staggered under its oppressiveness. More is expected tomorrow.

    Which means...what, exactly? Par for the course in D.C. Our summers can be vicious brutes. A lot of people around here talk wistfully of moving to the Carolinas, where you still get the seasons but summers aren't as nasty. Of course, they never move. D.C. has a double-whammy, two gravitic pulls: Politics and the Pentagon. Some member of your family is either stationed here, or serving a political party here. Of course, once your tour of duty is up or your party falls out of favor, you'll move...but you'll move to be with your family in Oklahoma. The Carolinas are the greener grass on the other side of the fence from D.C.

    Boy, you can tell I wrote 547 words of fiction tonight, and in forty minutes.

    Anyvay. Can't sum up the day with any single word. Work was a grey blur; I accomplished quite a few jobs of various importance, but there's nothing immediate or urgent drawing my attention. In fact, I spent a lot of the day working on things to prepare for the future. This is good, obviously, but it doesn't focus the mind like a good emergency.

    I came home determined to make some progress on home renovations, which has lapsed for a couple of months now, really. I got sick of the old Venetian blinds in my room yesterday, tore them down, and put up the curtains that had sat on the floor for months. That emboldened me to work on the house tonight. I don't like to paint, but I had a few bits of trim and such that needed a coat or two of Ultra Pure White. So I taped them up, laid down old newspapers, popped a can of paint, and began painting.

    ...And enjoyed myself immensely. I had fun, and I've never had fun painting before. Perhaps it had to do with the empty house, me alone and the only person around to actually do anything, and actually doing it. Perhaps it was the simple success of accomplishing a task, right now. To quote a Terry Pratchett character: "She liked digging pits. You know where you are when you're digging a pit."

    Then iTunes began playing Mozart's "Ave verum Corpus," which is my signal to start writing. So I did: 547 words of my modern fantasy novel. I'm now a hundred words shy of three thousand words, which is about 5%.

    I guess it has been a good day.

    Sun, 24 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 24, 2005

    Hey, I managed to update every weekday last week! Hurray for me.

    Saturday was a quiet, lazy day, though "lazy" for me means that I completed ten tasks instead of twenty.

    My primary goal this weekend is to catch up on Gundam Seed Destiny, so I watched a handful of episodes yesterday. I'm now up to episode 32 (out of 50, probably), so I 'm now well into the main plot. The show is finally establishing some solid characterization for one of the main characters who, up to now, has mostly just been a jerk.

    But I'm impressed with Destiny thus far. I think it's one of the better Gundam shows, which says a lot. It helps that it's a dark show, and Gundam is often best when it's flat-out serious.

    I also made some Beef with Broccoli, thanks to a recently-purchased 1960's book on Chinese cuisine. I haven't been able to screw up any of the dishes yet, and the Beef with Broccoli turned out well (but a bit too salty). All these dishes are tremendously easy to make, too; just slice up some meat, slice up some vegetables, toss 'em in an oiled pan for a few minutes at appropriate intervals, and you're done.

    Fri, 22 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 22, 2005

    Sasha the Space Corps Boy just left my house, where we had a great time watching the new Appleseed movie (I'm now annoyed by the reviews that sniffed at its mediocre plot; it's little more than a high-powered action movie, but it does a great job at being one. The plot is somewhat complex, but this is not a deep movie, and it never pretends to be. That's why there are mind-blowing action scenes literally every ten minutes.)

    Let me back up. I had planned to have a mini-Redemption party at my house tonight, but nobody could make it. That was a good thing; I was feeling exhausted from this week anyway, and in fact came home early and slept for most of the afternoon. But Sasha called, saying that he'd be able to drop by, and I was thrilled that I'd be able to see him again.

    So he stopped by, and we caught up, watched Appleseed, and swapped music. A very good thing, if just to spend some time with a good friend.

    He also asked if I could drive him to Otakon, which I agreed to. Amusingly, after I attended Otakon alone last year (and suffered for it; cons are much less fun when you're alone), this year I'll be attending with six friends. Again, this is a very good thing.

    Thu, 21 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:59 p.m.</p>

    ...But, no, that's not going to happen. I spent all evening on the phone doing business with Saalon, and vegging out in front of MST3K ("The Killer Shrews"), exhaustion seeping into my bones like dry rot. I'm beat. I'm so beat that I'm calling off a bunch of my commitments for this weekend, and plan to spend the next few days recharging.

    I need it. Lots of good stuff this week, but too much of it. I feel like I'm burning a candle from four ends.

    (I did manage to do a little weeding in the garden, and go through all the mail that had piled up since Monday. So, things got done, just not as much as I'd hoped. Which, of course, is typical, so why does this situation always disappoint me?)

    The front page of today's Wall Street Journal carries the story of a six-year-old who competes in sheep-riding competitions. That's the entire story.

    Slow news day, hmm?

    (A real post later, I hope.)

    Wed, 20 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 20, 2005

    This was the last day of the certification audit at work. As yesterday, I just had to wait for information requests, and today, I received none. I did attend the final briefing, at which I received a round of applause for my efforts.

    So. A good day.

    I arrived home, ate dinner, started a load of laundry, and received a phone message from a member of my role-playing group, who asked if we could switch role-playing to tonight. I glanced at the clock, swallowed the last gulp of my dinner, called him back, and accepted. I raced out to his place and they spent nearly three hours shooting cops (they're members of the Mafia). Quite fun, though they've worked their characters into a corner: everyone hates them and they've been thrown into jail. I'll have to come up with a way for them to get out and get on with saving the world.

    And that's been pretty much the entire day. I'd hoped to spend some of tonight recharging, but I can do that tomorrow night. Well, after I call Saalon to go over the Otherspace stuff, and before my big party Friday night.

    This is turning into quite a week.

    Tue, 19 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 19, 2005

    What a peculiar day.

    I returned home from the game last night at midnight, trudged upstairs...and felt heat like an oven was left on. Now, my oven doesn't work, and it's not upstairs. Uh-oh. I went back downstairs and realized: Yesterday, I switched the A/C off so I could talk to a friend outside while standing next to the A/C unit and he wouldn't think I was standing next to a running jet engine. I forgot to switch the A/C back on. That was late at night, so the house had stayed cool that night, but after the heat of the day, the upstairs felt like the Mojave at noon. I switched the A/C on, and it began to cool down a bit, but it takes awhile. Ah well; this is what shorts are for.

    But I felt bad, because my roommate had come home that evening and had to suffer with a hot house all day. I'd also forgotten to switch off my bedtime alarm (my computer plays Mozart's "Ave verum Corpus" at 9:00 p.m. each night, to remind me to stop what I'm doing), so that was softly playing Beethoven. Not the worst thing to be trapped in a house with, but still, a situation I wish I'd avoided.

    This morning, I forced myself awake at 6:00 a.m. so I could get in to work by 7:30 so I could make a presentation at 8:00. Managed to shove myself through the motions until I got to work, where professionalism took over, and I brightly took my paperwork over to the meeting room: Nobody was there. I tried the meeting room next door: Full of people I'd never seen before. Hmmm.

    I eventually made my way to the receptionist, who told me they were meeting in another building entirely. Ah; it would have been nice if I'd been informed this. So I marched over there, walked in...and was politely told that they were in the middle of a particular set of work and I wouldn't be needed until 10:30. Oh.

    A wonderful start to the day, which had the following general form: I would spend ten-minute bursts receiving information, entering it into their system, and printing out information. Then, I'd spend the next several hours waiting for more information. I couldn't start anything else of importance, as they needed me able to respond to requests quickly. So I spent the vast majority of the day in a holding pattern. Odd.

    But by arriving at 8:00 and eating lunch at my desk, I could leave at 4:00, stop by the grocery store, and be home by 5:00, in time to catch up on chores (bring the garbage can around back, empty the dishwasher, refill the bird feeders, water the pots in the garden), make a quick dinner of pan-seared tilapia and corn, and bang this out, before heading off to writer's group at 7:00.

    (Those chores are odd things; I was always afraid that I'd get intensely bored by them, want to fob them off on other people. But no, not yet, not with my own house. Maybe someday I'd let other people do these things, if I simply don't have the time, but it would be a sad response to a need.)

    Writer's Group was sparsely attended—just me and two others—and we discussed the need for more content. After batting around a few ideas, someone suggested each person writing a story based on a photograph. I volunteered, and just sent everyone a link to this photograph:

    [Flowers and Iron]

    What germ of story does that conjure up to you?

    Mon, 18 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 18, 2005

    Tonight, I met my Dad at McDonald's, then hopped on a bus which took us to the fabulous D.C. subway system, which whisked us downtown to D.C., where we joined the crowds of teeming, streaming humanity entering RFK stadium for a Washingtion Nationals baseball game.

    I have been to a baseball game in over ten years, so I obviously haven't been to a Nationals game yet. I had a great time. The seats were big, we had a good view of the action (past third base, but only a few rows from the field). My Dad was great company, as usual. He provided lots of information from his encyclopedic knowledge of baseball, while I joked a bit and offered a few obvious insights: "That was a bad play." "He keeps pitching 'em in the dirt!"

    There were some detractions: The food was expensive (a beer cost $8, and no, I didn't buy any; I stuck to $4 cups of lemonade and $4.50 small hot dogs). A mother in front of us kept standing up to hand drinks to her kids or talk to the person behind her, blocking our view. Plus, a few nearby fans had had a few too many $8 beers. But these were all minor. I'd like to go again this year.

    Sun, 17 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, July 17, 2005

    My garden is looking much improved. My parents came over today with a load of plants that they had yanked from their own garden. We all pitched in and planted veritable miles of pachysandra and Virginia creeper, plus several hostas and impatiens. Kind of them, plus it filled out my garden nicely. Can't wait to lay down some mulch now.

    We also watched New Police Story, Jackie Chan's latest movie. As Saalon expected, it's a return to Jackie's roots of solid, amazing action movies. Instead of typical Hollywood fluff (twenty minutes of goofball comedy for every minute of action), this has tons of character development and tense scenes interspersed with some of the better fight sequences I've seen in Jackie's films. Very dark and serious, too, which is a break from typical Jackie Chan films, but a welcome one (heck, Miracles is one of my favorite Jackie movies, and it's quite a departure from his norm).

    Meanwhile, we've finished the Summer Storm animatic, which I've broken down into shots. I feel much more in control of Summer Storm than Matrix Experiments Lain, partly because I know more of what I'm doing this time around. Can't wait to see where this goes.

    I accomplished absolutely nothing yesterday, aside from the Otherspace meeting. I think I was exhausted from the stress (!) of finishing Matrix Experiments Lain (which isn't completely finished; I'm going to clean up a few things before burning it to DVD). So I mainly chatted online yesterday. Felt good.

    Fri, 15 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 15, 2005

    Geh. Accidentally deleted my journal entry for today.

    Briefly: Got DVD case in the mail, but it was the wrong size. Everyone involved was extremely helpful. Can't complain. Wrote overwrought metaphor concerning this.

    Saalon's helping me edit Summer Storm, which means I'll have less creative control but more free time. I feel this is worth the trade.

    I'm keeping pretty well on top of things, so I'm feeling pretty darn good.

    Also, note more VR story to the left.

    Thu, 14 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, July 14, 2005

    Teriyaki chicken and Twinkle, Twinkle Lucky Stars—an excellent combination which I enjoyed last night at my parents' house. I try to make it over there about once a week; it's my duty as a son, and fortunately, I genuinely enjoy their company. So we ate and watched Twinkle, Twinkle, which is a Jackie Chan film in the same sense that Raiders of the Lost Ark is a John Rhys-Davies film. Jackie's in it, and he has a few scenes (including an amazing fight in a Pepsi warehouse), but he's in no sense the star. It's an ensemble movie, mostly starring the Seven Fortunes and Sammo Hung. But it was definitely fun, worth watching.

    Today I feel much like I did yesterday: like a wrung-out dishrag. The stress (!) of the first half of the week has shifted my brain into second gear. I can work, and talk, and be normal, but my creativity fuel level is near empty.

    Which means one thing: Lots and lots of anime.

    Wed, 13 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, July 13, 2005

    It's funny how the most thrilling, exhilirating moments of your life are also the ones most full of stress.

    (I don't like that word, stress. It's a suspiciously modern term, and it smells like a modern excuse for something. Why did nobody in human history note a feeling of psychological stress until 1942?)

    Last night, myself and an animator worked furiously to finish Matrix Experiments Lain in time for the Otakon submission deadline. The animation still needed to be tweaked here and there to eliminate stray lines and blemishes that had crept into the cels and gone unnoticed. Then, I had to render it several times and burn it to disc. Then I checked the disc on my laptop and found that one of the movie files was corrupted. So I burned it again. Then I checked the submission guidelines and found that they wanted a README.TXT file on the disc. So I burned it again.

    But THAT ONE STAYED UP! (Sorry; Monty Python reference.)

    So, as of midnight last night, I tossed Matrix Experiments Lain into my bag so I could mail it today. Huzzah. It's not completely final; I'll show it to the rest of the studio on Saturday, and they can suggest any final changes before I bless the animation as complete. Then I'll burn DVDs for everyone.

    Phew. It's good for it to be over, and I felt wonderful accomplishment in completing it, but...man, I didn't like the last-minute rush. As I noted to Saalon last night, rendering a video is somewhat like compiling software code; though it's an automatic process, inevitably the compiled product has bugs that have to be fixed. I now plan to set aside a large amount of time—say, a month—for rendering Summer Storm.

    I just don't want all that stress.

    Tue, 12 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 12, 2005

    As I mentioned a few entries ago, I hate deadlines. In fact, I've organized Otherspace to minimize deadlines. However, we've had a deadline thrust upon us: if we want to premiere our animation at Otakon, the submitted disc has to be in their sweaty otaku hands by this Monday (a switch from the previous submission date of tomorrow. Luxury!).

    So I got the last of the backgrounds last night, inserted them into their various shots, and everything looked great...then I leaned forward and peered at the preview window. The final shot had some kind of dust on the artwork. It didn't show up until there was a fully-colored background behind it. It was unquestionably there, though, so I IMed one of the animators and she set to fixing it.

    Meanwhile, I set to recording a footstep. Should be easy; I set up my iBook to record the sound of a shoe hitting the wall. This should have been close enough to the sound I wanted. The recording was utterly silent. I futzed around with the settings for awhile before I realized that the iBook's microphone is apparently broken. Ah well; I could do without the footstep.

    The animator fixed the dusty drawings and sent them to me. I imported them, and they looked great, and then I noticed that the import process had changed their size and position on the screen. Arrrg. This is part of a long animated shot involving about twenty drawings, each meticulously placed. It was going to take quite awhile to re-position them.

    So I saved the project, switched on BitTorrent to download another episode of Gundam Seed Destiny, and leapt into bed with a gardening book and a biography of John Adams. The phone rang; it was Saalon, and we spent a pleasant hour or two chatting about role-playing and Gundam series. Afterwards, I climbed back into bed and fell asleep.

    A good day, really.

    Sat, 09 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 9, 2005

    The demon Despair attacked again today, though not as fiercely as last week. This time, it appeared as I drove to the animation meeting. It brought up every petty annoyance I've had lately, and I fantasized about being so thoroughly screwed that I would tell everyone, "Okay, that's it. I hereby dissolve Otherspace. I'm going to enjoy my free weekends from now on."

    Of course, the meeting went great, and now wouldn't shut it down if someone paid me to do it. Funny, isn't it, how a brief flash of emotion can threaten to unravel plans going back years.

    Fri, 08 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, July 8, 2005

    The sky was full of battleship clouds, slung low, cruising towards the western horizon. But as the sun galloped across the sky, the fleet broke up into a few huge carriers drifting lazily along.

    Good day, all told. Work went swimmingly, thanks to my help on a troublesome project. Always feels good to be a rescuer.

    Then I heard about the bombing of London today, and I felt a lot more thankful for all I have. My heart goes out to the British today, and if I can offer any hope, I'll just say this: You will come out of this stronger.

    I came home and powered through a bunch of little chores—e-mail, blogs, filling the bird feeders, sweeping the front walkway, setting the clocks to the atomic time (as I do every two months), etc. I also paid bills online, as I've been diligently setting up my online bank account to accommodate this. It's wonderful to pay bills immediately; no filling out of a check, waiting for it to arrive, then waiting for it to be processed. I click a few buttons, and the money is immediately removed from my checking account. Wonderful.

    Thu, 07 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:48 p.m.</p>

    And, suddenly, rain. Big, solid rain. The kind of rain you rarely see in movies, so I'm always shocked when I see it: neither the drizzle of film noir, nor the sheets of water in disaster movies. This is the rain of, say, Jurassic Park. A dependable, nine-to-five kind of rain.

    As I left for work this morning, I noticed my umbrella sitting in the foyer, and thought to myself, "There probably won't be any rain. And if there is, it'll only be a drizzle." Should have paid attention to that little nag in the back of my mind. Usually helps.

    I'm fresh back from a role-playing session, which I greatly enjoyed, and seemed to go well. We're all still familiarizing ourselves with role-playing in general. It's an odd form of interactive storytelling, and it's tough on the players and the GM in different ways. The players have to react to whatever the GM throws at them, and the GM has to keep up with the players' choices. Fun, but hard. Which is usually an excellent sign.

    2:44 p.m.

    It's a brain fog day—I can think, and I can plan, but I'm working at about 80%. Much like the weather: warm but unremarkable. There's no sky; above the horizon is nothing but a pearly, milky void. There's an occasional halfhearted sprinkle of rain. The whole world shrugs its shoulders and says, "Meh."

    Spent last night on final preparations for Matrix Experiments Lain's premiere at Otakon. The company is working hard to finish it up in time for the unexpected deadline next week. Looks like we'll make it without too much stress or strain, actually.

    And that's good, because I hate stressing over deadlines. In fact, if I could, I'd ban deadlines from Otherspace. (It's an impressively negative term, too, suggesting both death and the thin line of a garrote.) I've been trying hard to, but sometimes there are external pressures. At least we have the freedom to choose: Sometimes we work towards the deadline, and sometimes we reject it.

    Watched a few more episodes of Gundam Seed Destiny last night, and my goodness is this a fun series. It still feels a bit like fanfiction (The protagonist returns with his Gundam! The venerable ship from the last series takes off! The girl is rescued!), but it's enjoyable, well-made fanfiction, and they've laid out enough of an interesting plot that I feel sure this won't devolve into a retread of the last series (or, worse, an attempt to cram this series full of great moments from favorite characters).

    Grrr. I wrote a nice post on Tuesday, but forgot to post it. So it's posted now.

    Much to write about, really: anime watched, books read, stories being written. But it's 1:55 a.m., and I've been chronically late to work all week, so I'm going to post this, then climb into bed, and stare at the ceiling for the next half an hour or so.

    Sometimes, being a night owl really sucks.

    (Okay, most times.)

    Tue, 05 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, July 5, 2005

    It was a long, dreary, Siberian day at the office today. This was perhaps caused by my mode of waking up: when my alarm sounded, I rolled over, thought Ah, it's still vacation, I can still sleep and slept until 9:30. Then I realized it was a work day, and one of the developers I support had said he might need my help on a build today.

    So I raced in to work, to find that he won't need my help until tomorrow. I had forgotten to eat breakfast, so instead I had a cupcake. An hour later, predictably, the sugar had worn off and I had the energy of a rusty hinge.

    Lunch was sweet freedom; I went to Suncoast to pick up my reserved copy of Tenchi Muyo! OVA 3 volume 1 (I'm amused at the diversity of that franchise, and how many terms it needs to differentiate each series), and my debit card was promptly declined. Oh, wonderful. The helpful clerk—they're all helpful at Suncoast, now that the previous manager is gone—offered to hold my bag behind the counter for an unspecified period until I came back to pick it up. That's service. But I left the store glum; no new anime for me. Of course, the huge pile of unwatched anime at home means nothing.

    (I later realized that my current debit card was deactivated, and I was sent a new card. I tried to activate it as soon as I got it, but the automation hell had no obvious option for new card activation, and I had other things to do. My next action was the mistake: I didn't put the card into my inbox, where I'd process it later. Ah well, I'm only mildly inconvenienced.)

    So today I've been poking my nose through a long document that requires simple tweaks here and there. Utterly mindless work. And that should be perfect for a dull day like today—it's even drizzling out—but my mind wants to be active. I blame the weekend: I'm rested, so now I want to be doing something. But I don't.

    Mon, 04 Jul 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, July 4, 2005 — Independence Day (USA)

    Fair warning: This entry is bland as water.

    Just returned from my parents' house, where I spent most of Independence Day. Their pool was open, so I took advantage of that to swim a bit, then we watched an excellent Jackie Chan film, Police Story 2, and a bit of the fireworks celebration. It was a great thing, really.

    Meanwhile, Otherspace goes well. We plan to submit Matrix Experiments Lain to Otakon, and got an unpleasant surprise last week: Otakon just opened up its submissions, and the deadline is a week from this Wednesday. So, we're suddenly rushing to finish M.E.L. I don't like to rush, but there's little we can do, and everyone seems pretty upbeat about it.

    Tue, 30 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 30, 2005

    Today, summer felt autumn breathing down its neck, so it gave us a classic summer day to remind us that it's still August: hot and sunny, but breezy enough to keep the heat from turning oppressive. The cicadas called loud and desperately to each other. If you like summer, this would have been your day.

    I spent much of the workday fighting small fires; apps that suddenly didn't work quite right, people to call, etc. Nothing exciting or noteworthy, but that's good too. Exciting emergencies are great sources of worry, stresss, and strain.

    I went to the grocery store and bought no groceries. While standing in line on previous trips, I'd noticed a digital photo processing kiosk at one end of the store, and wanted to try it. I've been taking pictures of my garden every month, to put in my garden journal for reference, so last week I burned a CD of the pictures and dropped it in my laptop bag.

    So there I was, standing in front of the Kodak Picture CD Kiosk. I cringed inwardly; I've used enough of these horribly designed public kiosks that I steeled myself to navigate through a brightly-colored maze of options. To my delighted surprise, it was well-designed and intuitive, though I did get confused about how to get multiple prints, and ended up with a single print, plus an order for the other 19.

    So I made my order using the "Ready In Minutes!" option. However, I discovered that this means that each picture prints in about one minute, so I had to stand there for twenty minutes while each photo dropped in a little tray in the front. Booooring, but I got my photos for $.40 each. Not bad, but I think next time I'll choose one-hour processing for $.25 each and shop in the interim. Though I'm so efficient at grocery shopping that I'm usually done in half an hour. Hmmmmm.

    Anyvay, I got my pictures, and this got me in the mood to garden. I came home and straightaway used the rest of my mulch in the front yard, mowed both the front and back yards, and trimmed back a bush that was overhanging a neighbor's yard. As I did so, a boy who just moved in next door peeked his head over the fence and said, "Nice backyard!' "Thanks," I called back, and he grinned and ran back inside. That just about made my evening.

    Came back inside, nuked some frozen lasagna, and went upstairs to work on Otherspace. Saalon chose tonight to assemble shots for the first time, so I talked him through my process. Unfortunately, the shots just weren't ready yet, so he couldn't get very far. I agreed to take them back to the animators, while he did some experimenting and looked into local anime conventions that we can attend.

    And that's a wonderful situation: Saalon's making our convention arrangements, which is a load off my mind. He can keep up with such things better than I.

    Then I paid a few bills (which is another story, but a boring one that I'll not detail here), browsed a few online comics, and climbed into bed. And here I am, and now I'm going to try to get some sleep.

    Summer's here, but autumn is near.

    Mon, 29 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 29, 2005

    Ahhhh, I love Mondays.

    I really do. I'm usually rested thanks to the weekend, and I charge headlong through the workday, getting all sorts of things done, to come home tired but fulfilled.

    So I did. I spent a fair chunk of the morning reviewing my projects and tasks and laying out a Next Actions list. Then I spent the rest of the day powering through it. Incredibly satisfying. Odd that I don't do it more often.

    Then I spent the evening on a variety of more or less fun projects: Uploading photos from the Otherspace beach trip, writing and tweaking a new interface for the Otherspace site, and installing Syllable 0.5.7.

    And that was my day, in brief.

    Sun, 28 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 28, 2005

    A good, quiet couple of days. Though it's interesting I should say that; I'm sure others would describe a "quiet couple of days" as hell.

    Such things are on my mind because I've been looking for romance on eHarmony. Funny how this process of looking for someone else makes you think more about yourself. Well, I want to make a good impression on any girl I'd meet.

    I have little love for the eHarmony process, mostly because it's all online. The bandwidth for human connection on the internet is very limited; there's only so much that one can get across in a few paragraphs about oneself. I wish I could just meet a couple dozen girls for a few minutes at a time, talk briefly with each one, and have a short list of potential girlfriends within an hour or two. Someone phone Hollywood! This would make a great reality show. Not that I've ever seen a good reality show, much less a great one.

    Anyvay. My weekend was tolerably quiet; I spent Saturday afternoon at a productive Otherspace meeting, then Saturday evening at my parents' watching Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, which they enjoyed. Always good spending time with them; we fit each other like gloves.

    Then spent today on a variety of chores: spreading mulch out front, doing backups, uploading Otherspace content (there's a new episode of the manga), working on the Syllable website (a new version of the OS was released today), cleaning, making sweet-and-sour pork for dinner, watching the first episode of Super Radical Gag Family and the second episode of Quiet Country Cafe, and generally chatting with folks.

    So, yeah, pretty quiet and uneventful....

    Thu, 25 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 25, 2005

    Achingly beautiful day. Warm, breezy; the Earth herself is in a chipper mood, smiling brightly.

    A day so beautiful I couldn't quite bear to stay at work all day. So, after truthfully completing all the work assigned to me, I cut out a little early and headed over to the local landfill to get a load of mulch. This is to stave off the lady who couldn't remember what mulch is called. I got there at 4:30, just as the gates were closing. Drove home in a funk, hopped online, and discovered the landfill closes at 4:00 p.m. every day. Well, that's sure convenient to nobody.

    But on a day like today, I couldn't feel bad for long. After nuking a single-serving pizza, I dove into my pile of chores. By 8:50, I'd finished all of them, including a check of Tripwire logs, a review of Syllable.org (to look for dead links or otherwise buggy code), a quick clean of the bathrooms and kitchen, and processing all the cosplay photographs from Otakon so I can post them to the Otherspace website. Phew.

    So, as a bit of a reward, I sat back and watched my new DVD of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension. I'd forgotten how much I loved this film, and I still do. It holds up. A great adventure with an immense sense of fun.

    It's sad, really, how little of our so-called entertainment is really fun. So many action/adventure films take themselves so seriously, when they could just be a rollicking good roller coaster ride. Make fun of yourself. Toss in a few self-referential gags. Lighten up!

    Sorry for that aside; the movie has made me fill that giddy. I want to shout to the world, "Life can be such FUN!" But the goths are buried too deep in their angst, the Gen X'ers too deep in their mortgages, and the boomers too deep in their need to die with the most toys.

    Lighten up.

    Oh: New bit of the VR story. Not particularly exciting, I know, but that's all I've had in me for that story. I'm building up to the end, but I've taken a vacation that's killed my desire to write. Ah well; I'll get back to it. And I will; I took a vacation because I didn't have the time to finish all my projects. Now I'm clearing the decks, so I'll have time to write without that time eating into other chores and responsibilities.

    Wed, 24 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 24, 2005

    Another late night and short entry.

    Excellent day at work. Busy all day, but pleasanatly so—I had a bunch of things to do, each of which I accomplished in under an hour. So it was all stuff I could just do, and check off my list.

    I left work, stopped by a local McDonald's for a chicken strips meal (which tasted like well-salted crispy leather strips), then drove straight to a friend's house for a night of role-playing. I really enjoyed that, too; we pushed forward with a campaign set in a world of Greek Mythology. Lots of stuff is hapenning, and the players are pushing a lot of that along.

    But I didn't get home until 11:30 at night. So I skimmed through my e-mails and cleaned up a few forum spams on Syllable.org. Then I got annoyed with the forum spam so much that I logged in to the MySQL server and dug out all the remaining spam using some SQL scripting. That felt good.

    Now, I'm tired, and I want to get a good night's sleep so I can get to work at a reasonable time tomorrow, so I can get home and finish up all the chores that I have still remaining left over from Otakon.

    So, good night.

    Tue, 23 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 23, 2005

    I've had one of those weird days where I came home ready to finish catching up from the weekend, but didn't get to any of it.

    Instead, I took out the pork I'd bought to make sweet and sour pork, chopped up the green pepper and onion, put my knife through the pork...and discovered that this pork was still on the bone. Well, couldn't very well dice this, so instead I just pan-fried it and the vegetables, and microwaved some rice, and sat down with a VHS tape that had just arrived.

    The VHS tape in question was The Halloween Tree, an animation of the book by Ray Bradbury. Bradbury wrote the script and narrated it, the main character was played by Leonard Nimoy, the rest of the cast is well-acted, and the direction is solid. Unfortunately, it's animated by Hanna-Barbera. Not poorly, but it shows. Eh, it'll be a good addition to my yearly October Ritual.

    And now, it's late, and while I'd like to prattle on about my day, I'm getting tired. So a quick, odd link: COLOURlovers, a site about color. Or, colour. You can see the submitted colo(u)rs, rate them, and comment on them. Strangely hypnotic.

    Mon, 22 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 22, 2005

    Wow. I'm beat, but I'm tickled pink by this weekend.

    Where to begin? Thursday was a day of getting ready for the weekend; cleaning up the yard, doing laundry, etc. Got it pretty much all done before heading out to role-play with some friends that evening. We're playing an SF mafia campaign in which they just managed to defend Mafia HQ against a massive invasion force made up of hovercraft and walking tanks. I had fun, at least, and I think they did, too. Got home, went to bed, and slept well despite worrying about the weekend.

    Woke up the next morning to an odd sound outside. A rushing, shushing sound. Pulled the curtains to one side and saw rain pouring down on the street outside. Wonderful. This was not merely an inconvenience; I was taking two passengers to the convention, so all our bags and merchandise to sell was going to have to go in the bed of the truck. Which was now thoroughly wet.

    So I got everything together, hauled a tarp into the back of the truck, put the boxes of t-shirts and posters into that, then folded the tarp over and clamped it down with bungee cords. It would have to do, I said to myself as I climbed, rather thoroughly wet, into the truck.

    I found my passengers easily, then we were off to Otakon. And we stopped: The beltway was full of stop-and-go traffic, at 10:30 in the morning on a Friday. Arg. That added to our trip, but we got to Baltimore soon enough to find our hotel. I tried to park myself in the parking garage, but a thorough search of all seven levels revealed no parking spaces whatsoever, so when I found that valet parking was an extra $4 a day, I figured that I could manage that.

    So we checked in, checked our bags, and hauled our boxes of merchandise to the convention (note to self: next time, bring a hand cart). In the rain. But we got there, got our badges, huffed and puffed our way to Artist's Alley...and stood in another line, as Artist's Alley had a huge number of artists checking in. Oh well; my companions set up our table while I got ourselves registered, then we sat down and began selling.

    It was odd. People would walk by, glance at our table, and keep on walking. Which was normal, of course, but how do you break through that? We quickly realized that we needed a hook, so we started announcing to people, "We're making our own anime." (Not quite accurate, since anime is Japanese by definition, but "We're making an anime-style American animation" doesn't catch people's attention.) Then people would do a double-take and murmur, "Cool." And then they'd really look at the laptop on which our storyboard was playing. Then we'd point to the beautiful full-color glossy posters and explain that this was our current project.

    By the end of the weekend, we had a full-scale routine. "We're making our own anime." A head would turn. We'd gesture at the poster, say, "This is our current project, Summer Storm," we'd gesture at the laptop, "and this is the storyboard behind it." We'd pause a moment as they stared at the screen, then we'd say, "Would you like to support our efforts? Design sheets are only a dollar; two dollars gets you all three. Posters are only five dollars, and t-shirts are merely ten."

    And then they'd take a business card and keep walking.

    Actually, "we" didn't say much of that; Christina (one of our artists) did almost all the talking. She switched on as soon as we started doing this; once someone was within talking distance, she'd start her speech. It was amazing; the rest of us wouldn't even start talking that soon. She, quite simply, rocked.

    And she's the main reason we sold over $130 worth of merchandise, for an animation nobody's even seen yet (including us). I didn't expect to sell anything, so I'm floored that we did so well. We actually managed to pay for both the table and the cost of power, plus a little extra to cover the cost of the merchandise. Eeeexcellent.

    Friday evening, I had a thoroughly pleasant surprise: my parents called me and told me that they were there, at the convention. They'd driven all the way up and paid for registrations just to watch the premiere of Matrix Experiments Lain with me. So they did. It aired at midnight, and everyone in the room was exhausted, so nobody reacted, but they didn't react to the animation before it or the animation after. I'm content.

    In any event, the weekend passed smoothly. I got a little better at engaging people and talking to them about the animation, and we each left our table at various points to see the rest of the con. I finally saw Kakurenbo, which was a fanastic thriller with a disappointing ending, the first episode of Bleach, which was very good, and a bunch of anime music videos. I also bought a couple of cels: a beautiful Kiki, a Porco Rosso, and a lovely Tenchi OVA cel. All in all, a good weekend.

    So we checked out and I drove the artists home on Sunday, then immediately turned around and drove to a friend's house for a going-away party. The guest of honor is leaving for college, so we all got her various presents. She's a huge fan of R.O.D the TV, so I bought her the boxset, and everyone else chipped in for a Barnes & Noble gift card. And we basically had a great time chatting and eating cake.

    So I got home from the convention at about 1:00 a.m. Monday morning. Fell into bed, slept late, and spent the workday doing comparatively little except catch up. Then, grocery store, home, mowed the lawn, watered the pots out back, made dinner, updated the Otherspace website, processed all my mail, and did laundry. I think. It's a bit of a haze at this point.

    I'm still not caught up yet, of course; I won't be until at least tomorrow. But I'm well on my way.

    So, now, to bed.

    Tue, 16 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 16, 2005

    I love my boss.

    Today, he took the CM team (a total of five) out to lunch, on the company's expense. We mainly griped and discussed work-related frustrations. It was a great team-building exercise (a term I usually use in contempt); I returned to work energized by it. At which point he announced he plans to hold them every quarter.

    What a great guy.

    Had a good, productive day at work, then came home and watched the second Harry Potter film. I don't like it quite as much as the first, and having watched the deleted scenes, I can see why: quite a few important plot points were removed. More importantly, they removed several scenes in which Harry asks himself, um, about himself. He begins to analyze himself in this episode, which becomes an important theme throughout the series: Who is Harry Potter? Why does he have these powers? What makes him special? Who decided Harry should be placed here, now, with all these responsibilities and problems? And almost none of that is in the final film. Note that I'm not complaining, per se; the film's long as it is. But I wish they had cut down on some of the action/adventure scenes (the Whomping Willow, the flight from Eragog's lair) so they could fit in those more introspective scenes.

    I do think I'm going to pick up the third tomorrow and watch it tomorrow night.

    And I spent the rest of the night cleaning out my inbox, shredding mail, and processing a few eHarmony matches. Funny thing, eHarmony: Depending on my mood, it scares me, or I feel like it'll be a lot of fun. Sometimes both at once.

    Is it sad that I haven't really dated anyone until now? I keep telling myself: No. I've had my reasons to wait. I'm still wrestling with a few demons that I'd like to vanquish before moving forward, but if I did that, I don't think I'd ever do anything.

    I think I'll begin soon. Very soon.

    Mon, 15 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 15, 2005

    Just finished re-watching the first Harry Potter movie. I remember being impressed but a little disappointed with tiny things about the movie—I thought the big Quidditch match was a bit hard to follow, and it seemed they didn't cover near as much as the book did, and the performances were excellent but not quite everything I'd hoped they'd be. Now, with distance, my complaints have vanished like smoke up a chimney. Sure, it's not everything I wanted it to be...because I have my own version in my head, the book version, which is slightly different than the director's version, which is slightly different than the editor's version, which is slightly different than all the actors' versions, etc., ad naseum. I don't see how they could have done it better, given their constraints.

    I'm thinking of watching the next one tomorrow night, and possibly nipping out the next day to grab The Prisoner of Azkaban, which I still haven't seen, and watching it that night. This is to celebrate my completion of The Half-Blood Prince; I'm in a mood for Hogwarts and Harry.

    It's also fun to watch for certain lines and behaviors in characters, now that I know bits of their futures. There were a few lines that appeared to be almost throwaways, that are downright prophetic seen from the vantage point of book six.

    Work was—like most Mondays—productive but not as much as I'd like to be. This was the second Monday in a row in which I spent the morning organizing my projects, prioritizing my work. It makes the day feel short and relatively unproductive, but last week I was so much more aware of my priorities and able to schedule my work properly that I think it's well worth it. It was certainly like that today, which was so chaotic I twice had to completely rewrite my scheduled work for the day. But I got the most important things done anyway, as well as the urgent.

    I got home to find an e-mail from an Otherspace employee, with the latest Otherspace online comic, this one introducing Saalon. So I posted that, and took the opportunity to refactor the comics pages so that they'll display archived comics properly.

    Then, just to highlight the issue of Importance versus Urgency, over the course of two hours I received and made half a dozen phone calls from and to various friends. We're trying to schedule a going-away party for a girl who's going off to college, and everyone had settled on this Friday night. Well, I couldn't because of Otakon, and someone else dropped out, so we were trying to reschedule for another night. So I dropped what I was doing and made the appropriate phone calls and did some research, and we got that resolved, and I went back to my work. Boom.

    I do love being organized.

    Now if only I'd done all the things on my to-do list that I ignored so that I could re-watch the first Harry Potter movie....

    Sat, 13 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, August 13, 2005

    Welll, that was fun.

    After a morning spent tearing through various chores in preparation for the day, I hopped in my truck and took a different route to GMU. I'd just received a SmartToll transponder, and was eager to try it out. I figured out a likely route, left very early, and got to GMU no sooner than I would have had I not taken the toll road. Well. Disappointing, but I'll try a few other alternatives and maybe I can shave ten or fifteen minutes off my hour-long commute.

    I arrived at GMU, walked in to the Johnson Center, and hung out for a while until the Otherspace crew gathered. We started the meeting, which was extremely busy; I had half a dozen agenda items to discuss. I also had the pleasure of distributing posters and business cards, which everyone was a bit tickled about. Then, two people interviewed with us, to help draw backgrounds. I hired both of them on the spot. One is an excellent graphic artist, the other draws lovely furry artwork. Great stuff.

    We finished up at 4:00, at which point I drove up to McLean Bible Church for Redemption. I hauled my stuff in to our room, then tromped up to the information desk to check our room reservation, which keeps changing around...and sure enough, we were in another room, across the hall. Okay. So I hauled all my stuff in there, and waited.

    Nobody showed up for awhile, so I tried calling them on my celphone, to discover I couldn't even send calls. I fiddled with it for awhile before discovering that the phone hangs up every time I try to use the touch screen while on the phone. I managed to make a few phone calls, and confirmed that two RPG friends were coming, at least. They were the only ones who could make it, and then not until 7:30. I had a wait of almost two hours.

    So I cracked open my laptop, wrote a bit more VR story, and re-read How To Be Creative. A productive wait, at least. Then the guys showed up, and we did some impromptu role-playing, first as soldiers during D-Day, the next as space marines on a ship taken over by aliens. Lots of fun.

    Then, home, and the rest of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Yep, I finished it, and it's quite a book. The plot leaps forward near the end, and Rowling is certainly setting up an amazing finale. She has amazing skills at plotting and pacing. I envy her.

    But then, she's written how many thousands of pages of Harry Potter?

    Fri, 12 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 12, 2005

    Woke up this morning and realized with a little dread in the pit of my stomach: I'm sick. I rolled over and took a quick inventory, letting myself wake up and gauging exactly how bad I felt. Okay, only "sick" in a general sense of malaise, slightly sore throat, slightly upset stomach, etc. Stress sickness, in other words.

    So I fired off an e-mail to various folks at work, telling them I was sick and would be in late. I took advantage of my time to stumble through my e-mail inbox, and blearily water the drooping plants out back.

    By the time I got in to work around noon, I was tired and moving slowly, but I could function, and I took care of a number of tasks both small and large. I only spent three hours at work, but I accomplished more than I do during some full days. Eh, life's like that, I guess.

    Swung by the grocery store for provisions, came home and cooked some beef with broccoli. I tried making it once before. The recipe said to pan-fry the beef, then pan-fry the broccoli, then put them both in the same pan for several mintues. Well, duh, it came out overcooked. The cookbook was clearly out to get me. So this time I followed my intuition, and it turned out perfect: The broccoli was still crisp, while the beef was soft and full of flavor. Ha! Take that, cookbook!

    Then, watched an old anime episode, did some weeding, and now I'm here in my big bedroom chair, typing away on my laptop. Not a bad day, overall, even if it is as hot as the devil's oven outside.

    Oh, by the way: No more VR story today. I'm stuck. I'll figure out what to write and will post more soon. Sorry about that, but I've written myself into a bit of a corner, and need some time to think my way out.

    Thu, 11 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 11:13 p.m.</p>

    Tonight was another complete waste. Work was exhausting; it seemed that everyone in my group was fighting fires that flared as soon as I stepped into the building. Nothing serious; just people who had to get this build done or other such things. Frustrating, since yes, we're supposed to help programs with their builds, but when every build is an emergency, that's not fair to CM, either.

    Plus, I took my phone in to get it serviced, as it kept dropping incoming calls. I waited over an hour in the store only to find that the (very nice) techs were stumped, too. They suggested I upgrade the OS to the latest version.

    I appreciated that the techs were polite and helpful, though. They were clearly trying to help everyone as quickly as possible while giving each person their full attention. Full marks there; the store was just stuffed with people who appeared personally affronted that they had to wait for something.

    So combine a long wait with very busy work and I came home utterly unable to do anything. I'd stopped off at the grocery store on the way home—hadn't gone for over a week, and was out of a few things—and ate a bit of a surprise: good grocery store pre-made Chinese food. Orange chicken on a bed of rice, still warm, microwaved a bit. Flavorful and filling; well worth the five dollars it cost. Yay!

    So I chatted online for most of the evening. Eh. There are worse things to do.

    No, I didn't update yesterday, and for no good reason. I was home most of the day, and didn't even accomplish much of note.

    I was waiting, again, for my Otherspace merchandise. Fortunately, it arrived, and the UPS guy was the nicest guy on planet Earth. And that's not relief speaking (okay, not much): he was cheerful, and asked when I got home. I replied that I usually get in around 5:30, to which he replied, "Okay, 'cause if you're not home during the day, I'll just come around later. I don't mind."

    Wow. My estimation of UPS just got turned right around. That's pretty darned good service.

    Anyvay. It all showed up: the posters, the t-shirts, the business cards. The posters are beautiful, the t-shirts could house a circus, and the business cards are set a bit oddly. No major complaints, really, even though the t-shirts are supposedly pre-shrunk. Well, I plan to put one through the wash tonight; maybe it will shrink to baby-doll size. Or whatever.

    I'm not complaining! Really. It was thrilling to receive physical products featuring characters that I thought up a few months ago.

    Now, we just need to make the frickin' animation.

    Oh wait! There is something I can complain about. Heard a knock at my door yesterday evening. That's always a pleasant surprise, since I know very few of my neighbors, and I've enjoy meeting them. I opened the door to a rather heavyset, older woman who peered at me from behind sunglasses.

    "Excuse me," she said, "I'm from the neighborhood association? I'm here about your yard." She glanced back at the mulch I'd laid on either side of the walk, along with liriope at intervals. "I need you to weed out your overgrown plants, and put in a little wall so that your....ummm....." She waved vaguely at the mulch. "...your whatever it is won't go onto the sidewalk. Understand?"

    I blinked, then smiled, and said, "Yes, I understand."

    Then she nodded and left.

    Y'know, it's sad that she's never met me before, and the first thing she does upon meeting me is complain about my yard. I should also point out that, when I moved in, my yard was completely empty except for grass and trees. I've done some work to make it attractive.

    So when I unexpectedly woke up early this morning, I pushed the mulch well out of the way of the sidewalk, and sprayed Round-Up on the weeds. And I feel impelled to point out that these "weeds" were things like clover that had grown up around the liriope. They weren't ugly; they were just unexpected.

    So. Whatever. I find it funny that the person whom I apparently offended with my uneven garden doedn't know what mulch is.

    Tue, 09 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 9, 2005

    I'm sitting on my couch, waiting for the UPS guy to arrive.

    As I've been doing for the past six hours.

    I arrived home yesterday to find that UPS had tried to deliver the Summer Storm posters, but I wasn't home at 3:00 (amazingly enough). The delivery rep left a note that he'd be back sometime after 2:00 today. So I got off work early, came home, and have been waiting ever since.

    Worse, UPS trucks have driven past my house three times today. I know, because I've been sitting on my couch, looking out at the street all afternoon and evening.

    ...Aaaaand I just checked UPS.com. According to it: "THE PACKAGE WAS MISSED, NO ATTEMPT WAS MADE TO DELIVER AS SCHEDULED."

    Wonderful. So not only did I have to miss half a day of work, I get to do it again tomorrow. I wonder if they'll remember to toss my package on the truck then?

    Mon, 08 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 8, 2005

    Briefly: Productive and tiring day at work, interesting RPG session, and rain.

    First, work. Not sure how to write this so that it won't sound incredibly boring, but here goes: I've had trouble keeping track of things at work. Oh, I could reply to an e-mail, or make up a sticky to remind myself of an ongoing project, or write in an appointment on my calendar. But I have quite a few ongoing projects (most of them small, piddling things), and I wanted to have a better handle on all of them.

    So I've started implementing the Getting Things Done system, which includes several neat little productivity gadgets: lists of Projects, lists of Actions, the 43-folder Tickler file, etc. But more importantly, it recommends a weekly review, in which you sit down and re-calibrate all of your projects and actions to ensure that you're keeping up with everything.

    I've been scheduling my work weekly review for Fridays. Seemed logical: Once the week is complete, tidy up everything. Didn't work. It never felt like the right day, and I was frustrated that I was getting my work straight and ready to go with the weekend right around the corner. Plus, I really didn't feel like maximizing my weekly productivity on Friday afternoons.

    So I moved my weekly review to Monday this week. Lo and behold, it worked wonderfully; I was motivated to have everything ready to go for the new week, and I was able to focus and organize it all properly. So, um, huzzah!

    The rest of the workday was full of productive work, which was good but tired me out. I went straight from work to the weekly RPG session, which was a tiring as well, for different reasons.

    I'm playing with a fun group of guys, and I certainly enjoy myself, but they get distracted a lot. Almost everything I say is greeted with a joke. They get involved when something particularly dangerous happens, but that only happens once or twice each session (and I can't lob life-threatening dangers at them every five minutes). I asked Saalon about this when I got home, and he promised to think about it and get back to me with some advice.

    It's just...frustrating that I can't seem to engage my players. I can't figure out what I'm doing wrong, or what I should be doing to make it right.

    So I went home in the pouring rain. It's welcome, after at least a week in the tortuous 90's, but it fit my mood.

    Sun, 07 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 7, 2005

    As I've mentioned earlier on this blog, Saalon came up Friday night. He was here until Saturday night, and my goodness did I have a good time with him. He's just so easy to talk to, and full of interesting things to say.

    We both attended an Otherspace meeting, during which I interviewed a potential new animator. She wanted to know our process, pay, etc., and seemed a bit shocked that she could work at her own pace. And that we let people find work that interests them. It was gratifying, really; that's how I want work to be, and it's nice that this intrigues people.

    Saalon and I then played some Gundam War (a fun collectible card game set in the Gundam universe) and watched the MST3K episode, "Pod People." To quote Dr. Forrester, "It has nothing to do with Pods, it has nothing to do with People, it has everything to do with hurting." Terrible, terrible movie, made worthwhile by Joel and the bots' riffs. Huzzah!

    Since Saalon was here all day Saturday, I took Saturday as my day off, which meant that today (Sunday) was a day for chores and generally getting things done. I'm still a bit frustrated that I have to devote an entire day every week to these sorts of things, but otherwise they never get done. I did manage to accomplish a huge amount today, though, from gardening to cleaning to catching up a bit on Infinite Ryvius (which flatly amazes me). I even had time to stroll down to a local Italian/Greek restaurant and have a leisurely Gyro dinner as I read a few chapters of Romans.

    Meanwhile, one of the new features of the Otherspace website is a new comic spoofing the discussions we all have during our meetings. I'm very proud of it (though I neither wrote nor drew it; it's all done by our character designer/storyboarder/key artist extraordinaire).

    Mood: Content.

    Fri, 05 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, August 5, 2005

    It's always a bit of a shock to walk out of your place of work and see multiple fire trucks at the next building. Especially when that building is actually the main building of your place of work.

    Which is what happened today. Two fire trucks, plus several small support vehicles, like little dogs yipping at the heels of the Big Dogs. Lights blazing, of course. Turns out an A/C unit went on the fritz, or some such thing. Nobody was remotely hurt, unless somebody stumbled on the way out the door.

    I was walking out of work not to go home...well, actually I was. But not to go home for the day; I slipped home at lunch. I made soup last week; it needs to be eaten, and had forgotten to bring any in this morning. So, I drove home, cursing the dump trucks cruising along at ten MPH under the limit in the passing lane, slurped my soup (which sounds dirty, but isn't [unless you spill your soup {my goodness, it is dirty}]), skimmed a bit of a self-help book (a "YOU...CAN...conquer the world!" book, to quote Danny O'Brien), and watered a few garden plants that looked like they'd had three too many bourbons.

    Gardening consistently frustrates me. Not the gardening itself; my lack of time and money to make my gardens what I want them to be. I've been studying garden design for years—I have a bookshelf full of gardening books—but there's just no time to really dig in properly. I suspect I'll fiddle around with gardens for thirty years, then if I retire I'll actually be able to create an amazing garden, and everyone will wonder how I was able to do it in no time at all, and I'll grab them by the lapels and say, "Do you have any idea how long I've waited for this? I could've done this two decades ago if I hadn't been working full time!"

    Or, not. Spent the evening on petty little chores, preparing for Saalon's arrival. I had to pay all my bills, a task I was not looking forward to, until I tucked into it and remembered that I pay all my bills online now. So now I can process six bills in a few minutes, instead of the half an hour it used to take when I had to fill out checks.

    Then Saalon came, and we talked until 2 a.m., as expected. More on that later.

    Oh, and note new VR story stuff, on the left.

    Thu, 04 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 4, 2005

    Hot. Hot, hot, hot. I went out for a walk today at lunch, and it was like stepping into a pizza oven. Fine day otherwise, though; clear and sunny. And hot.

    Spent most of the day preparing for Saalon's arrival on Friday. Then he called and told me he couldn't stay on Sunday, so I'll have at least that day to get chores done. Perhaps I didn't need to rush as much, then, though everything I've done needed to get done (house cleaning, for example...I don't want Saalon to walk into the house and immediately start sneezing, or tripping over large packages).

    I did order some cool merchandise for Summer Storm: business cards from 48 Hour Print, and thirty t-shirts from CustomInk.com. They should all arrive in time for Otakon in two weeks (two weeks!).

    And man, if you ever want t-shirts...okay. CustomInk has a beautifully designed website that includes a nifty little Java app that lets you pick a shirt design, upload your artwork, and position it on the shirt, so you know what it'll look like. I did so, and sent off my order. Half an hour later, I got an honest-to-goodness phone call from a guy at CustomInk, who asked if it was okay to tweak the artwork so that it would show up better on the shirt (the artwork is a bit sketchy), and if they could fix the bottom of the picture, which had been cut off. I said that that would be great. He replied that he'd do that, and that I should see an e-mailed proof in about an hour.

    Sure enough, just over an hour later, the proof appeared in my inbox. I approved it thinking, I don't think I've ever gotten this level of service from a web merchant ever. Better, the price is excellent: about $6 per shirt for thirty, and of course the cost decreases as you order more.

    If you want t-shirts, I can't recommend CustomInk highly enough.

    Wed, 03 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 3, 2005

    Spent the day staring down a document at work. I just couldn't muster up the courage or interest to power through it, so I whittled away at it all day. Could have done it in a few hours if I'd just gotten down to it.

    I have sleep like al Qaeda has a conscience, though. I've spent the past several nights staring at the ceiling for hours, tired but unable to drift off. Then I finally drift off, and at 5:30, a steady beep yanks me out of Slumberland: it's my roommate's alarm clock. He's been out the past few days, taking care of his son. I now know precisely how to turn off the alarm, and can do so while mostly asleep, but the clock's in the other room. By the time I collapse back in bed, oh, I do go back to sleep, but I don't get good REM vibes for the rest of the night.

    So life's been a bit of a haze all day: drive to work, work, drive to dinner. I'm having dinner with a friend, and I'm typing this as I wait for her to arrive at the restaurant. Got here a bit early and strolled around a nearby Toys'R'Us, observing the changes since my childhood. I don't remember my childhood being filled with so many bright colors, or slick packaging. Then again, I picked up a classic re-issue Transformers box of Thundercracker, and things haven't changed that much. The copy on the box was amusingly pointless, describing the character's various skills. We didn't care how fast Thundercracker was relative to Starscream; we just wanted 'em to shoot lasers at each other.

    There was a huge rack of collectible card games, including one especially for girls (featuring fairies and princesses, it seemed). Now there's a trend nobody predicted, and what a brilliantly simple game mechanic. The cards are relatively inexpensive to produce—glossy card stock doesn't cost that much—and players keep buying them to build up their decks. Makes me want to get in on the action.

    Actually, in a sense, I did: I designed a prototype collectible card game a year or two ago, called "Chaos!" I've still got the prototype sitting around, collecting dust. It's a hard thing to do, really. You have to ensure the game is balanced, but not so balanced that it's boring. My game also depended on various tokens, which would make the game less spontaneous than, say, Magic: The Gathering. Harder to just whip out a deck and play.

    Later: Had a wonderful time catching up with my friend. Got home and spent the rest of the night chatting with friends and watching Flash Gordon, which has a strange power: once I start watching it, I don't want to stop. It sucks me in very effectively. I can see why people wanted to go back every week and see what happens next.

    Ironically, the cliffhangers don't work much for me. So Flash is caught in the middle of an explosion; we know he'll survive somehow, as he always does. And I don't think audiences of the day were fooled, either. I think it would have been much more effective to end with a major character dilemma. If an episode ended with Flash having to choose between saving his own skin and sacrificing the lives of others, for example, I'd have been much more curious to see how the next bit.

    But did the writers ask me? Noooooo.

    Tue, 02 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, August 2, 2005

    Long, busy day. But a good one, as I'm apt to append.

    Work was pleasantly busy. I was prepared for grim battle with a document that required much less change than I'd originally thought, so by the end of the day I'd updated half of it. Since I'd thought the document would take me at least the rest of the week, that felt good.

    I also bought the first disc of the anime series Kodocha, and listened to the dub. It's a notoriously difficult dub; the Sana-chan (the protagonist) has huge lines delivered at a pace rivalling that of the Matchbox Car Guy from years back. It takes all the actors a few episodes, but by the end of the disc, they're doing a good job with their voices. I was pleased.

    Tonight was also a meeting of my writer's group, where I received final comments about one of my stories (which I can now clean up and send off to publishers, yay!). I thoroughly enjoyed myself as we discussed various stories and caught up. I also gave the group copies of my notes for a modern fantasy novel.

    Which brings up something I should mention.

    Last night, I was utterly unable to go to sleep. This was partly due to readingthe first two-fifths of Ricardo Semler's Maverick; more on that later. But as I stared at the ceiling, I came to a realization.

    For the past month or so, I've set aside an hour every night to write. This has been excellent writing exercise, but as I lay in bed I realized that my writing has prevented me from accomplishing important, day-to-day tasks like, oh say, mowing the lawn. Moreover, I'm laying the foundations of two novels now, the Young Adult Novel and the Modern Fantasy Novel. So I have all this time to write novels that I haven't plotted out yet.

    So I've decided to cut back on writing for the next month or two. I'll spend a bit of time each week outlining and brainstorming the two novels, plus writing more of the VR story to stay ahead. But I think this makes a lot more sense than just forging ahead because I've decided to set aside that an hour a day for writing. By early to mid September, I should have a solid foundation for each novel, so I can knock together walls and a ceiling in no time.

    About Maverick: it's essentially Semler's memoir about the history of Semco, a company he inherited from his father. Ricardo didn't much like the top-down, command-and-control culture, so he began applying democratic principles to the organization: what if, instead of managers deciding on a pension plan, employees could vote for the plan they'd prefer? What if profits were distributed to business units, and they were given complete freedom to share those profits as they wished? What if, every time somebody needed authorization for something, they asked a committe of their peers instead of a boss?

    Some things have worked, and some haven't. Most of them have worked swimmingly. Not only do people stay at Semco, it's an amazingly profitable business in an extremely difficult business environment (Brazil from the early 1980's).

    Fascinating, and it's made me think a lot about companies in America. Why are American corporations run like a Soviet economy? It's a command-and-control organization with a large bureaucracy, in which the lowest level generates the real wealth but that wealth is distributed mainly among the people at the top, most of whom blunder around with Five Year Plans and vague assurances to the public. Heck, there's even a Secret Cabal in the Board of Directors.

    Why not apply democratic principles to the business world? Who's to say it's doomed to failure?

    Mon, 01 Aug 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, August 1, 2005

    There are days when I love computers, and days when my computers respond to that love by biting my hand.

    I decided recently to shift my weekly duties around so that I'd have one day per week free from any chores. I could still fill that day with projects as I saw fit that day, but I'd have nothing scheduled for that day.

    Yesterday (Sunday) was my first attempt, and I only had one holdover from the week's chores: Backups. Well, that would be no problem; my backups are pretty well automated. It was time for my monthly backups to DVD, as well, but that wouldn't complicate things much.

    Sure.

    Everything went smoothly until my final backup. I ejected the backup drive and removed the Firewire cable...but OS X had not completely ejected the disk. I plugged it back in: Drive unrecognizable. Arrrg. OK, boot into DiskWarrior, which apparently can recover anything. Well, anything except this: DiskWarrior couldn't make heads or tails of it, either.

    So I raged for a bit. That drive had the last remnants of stuff I've been collecting for over ten years now: bits of fiction, articles written in a fit of pique, old audio clips created by friends, movie files culled from long-vanished back alleys of the 'net. Nothing that I needed, but they were all tethers to my past. I'd scan through them occasionally and chuckle at a clip of John Cleese or Rowan Atkinson. All gone.

    After an hour or so I calmed down, realized my frustration wasn't making the drive any better, and decided to go ahead and re-initialize the drive. As that commenced, I realized: This is crazy. I've spent most of my free day mucking about with backups.

    So I stood up, walked out of the house, and drove to my parents' house. I'd intended to do this, actually, and we had a good time eating dinner and generally chatting. There's something so relaxing about that: I don't have to be or do anything except myself, and same with them, so we can function together with almost zero friction.

    Got home, IMed with a few friends, read a bit of Candide, and went to bed at a very reasonable hour.

    ...and woke up at 11:00 this morning. Ack! Alarms went off, but in my bleary state I shut them off and went back to bed. I think the stress of the backup situation—and what a ridiculous thing to be stressed over—exhausted me. Got in to work to find that my main project had wanted to perform a build with my assistance this morning, but, um, I was fast asleep at the time. And I'd forgotten to give the password to my backup person. Oops. We got it straightened out, and nobody got upset that I could tell.

    The rest of the workday passed in a blur; I was supporting another project as well while a co-worker took care of other business. Which is a great way to pass a day.

    (Incidentally, I enjoyed Candide for awhile, until it became apparent that Voltaire was going to hammer his point through the table, the floor, the foundation, and eventually well into bedrock. I put it on my "Done" pile.)

    Fri, 30 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 30, 2005

    Well. This was not the best of days.

    I don't want to get into specific details for a variety of reasons. I think I can get away with this much: I got an emotional voicemail last night about Otherspace, and when I tried to return the call today, the person who called didn't answer the phone. So I spent the day in a state of anxious anticipation, and now I know I won't get back in touch with this person until at least Monday. Arg.

    And indeed, I woke up feeling poorly this morning, so I called in sick to work. Rather, e-mailed in sick. (Technology is amazing.) And because I was trying to return this phone call, I spent the day mostly in nervous anticipation, getting little done.

    I did manager to draw a couple of heads (as practice for my upcoming comic) and write about five hundred words of outline for my young adult novel. I haven't been able to figure out exactly what to write or where to start, so I figured I'd write a detailed outline and see where that takes me. A successful local writer writes outlines that are about forty percent as long as the finished novel, she says. Personally, when I have written to an outline, I've been able to write more easily and more directly. It's just not as much fun as picking up a plot thread and following it to see where it'll take me. But if this gets the book written, I'll do it.

    I also watched the first disc of Koi Kaze, a recent anime romantic drama about a thirty-year-old man who sort of falls in love with his fifteen-year-old younger sister. Which sounds either like a wacky comedy or a dreadful quasi-porn title; it's decidedly neither. He's very emotionally closed off, and she's just moved in after their parents divorced ten years ago. She idolizes her older brother, and she causes him to actually feel his emotions. So when he starts having feelings for her, he's even more conflicted than he would be otherwise. He feels terrible about what he's feeling, but then, he's feeling. Good but bad. And all presented with the utmost delicacy and respect for the subject matter. Highly recommended, if you like a series with no sweatdrops or giant robots.

    Oh, and there's more VR story. I'm getting fairly close to the end. We're within a few thousand words, I think.

    Tue, 27 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 27, 2005

    Well. This has been a rather bad day, with a good ending.

    The day started with insults. All digital: e-mails and forum posts making wild assumptions or withholding information. Made me stalk around a bit, alone, to let off some steam before replying graciously. I was apologetic for causing any frustrations or making mistakes. Cleared up what misunderstandings I could, and turned away from a discussion that got nasty. It was that or get really angry.

    On top of that, after looking over my finances recently, I came to an inescapable conclusion: I can't afford to keep Otherspace going at the moment. So I e-mailed the Otherspace team this morning to inform them of this, and that I hope to start things up again in a month or so.

    Man, that was unpleasant. I know my animators expect a regular paycheck, so if I'm not following through on that...I feel bad. I feel like I'm not doing my job. And I'm not, really; I should have handled my finances better. But, well, I didn't. So here we are. I'm not hugely depressed, just mildly disappointed in myself.

    Work went pretty well, and afterwards I swung by the grocery store for essentials, then home, where one of my Alibris books had arrived. It was Tom Peters' The Brand You 50, which I spent much of the evening reading.

    I'm taking its advice to heart. Which is: if you're a white-collar worker, your job is not guaranteed. Heck, it's almost guaranteed to not be around in ten years. So, go back to the way it was two hundred years ago: you're a colonial, a pioneer, and you have to chart your own destiny. View yourself as a company; you have to think about how to market yourself, position yourself, do research, etc.

    My initial response: I wrote down all of my major projects on index cards, and ended up with eight of them. I tore up half of them. I now have four projects on my plate: Writing my young adult novel, drawing a comic, becoming the Paranoid Masochistic Build Engineer for Syllable, and keeping up with Otherspace duties.

    Of course, that latter won't be much of a chore for the next month or so....

    Mon, 26 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 26, 2005

    Okay, so, what have I been up to lately, you all may well ask? Or not; some of my best friends don't read this blog. Fie! Fie, I say! Whatever that means.

    Anyvay, I'm in an odd mood. I feel a need to describe my weekend, but it all seems so uninteresting, even to me. So, how to make it interesting? Let's see what I can do.

    Last week, I made plans with my parents to have them over on Saturday. This was to celebrate my new oven, which they graciously bought for me and was to be delivered Saturday morning. Why a new oven? Well, as I was warming it up about a month ago, the top heating element glowed white hot and began to spark. This struck me as probably outside of the normal operational range, so I switched it off; after that, the top element refused to even get tepid, no matter how hot the bottom element was.

    So. Me and my parents met at Best Buy, where we picked out a nice, new oven: fast-heating range, time delay so you can put, er, something in your oven in the morning and have it switch on at 4:00. I can't think of what I would want to place in a cold oven for eight hours before getting cooked, but who knows? Could come in handy.

    Two guys showed up at 9:30 Saturday morning to install it; neither spoke English well, but they were quick and efficient. My old oven was out and my new oven was in, clock blinking, within fifteen minutes. Amazing. I signed, and off they went.

    By the time my parents arrived, I had baked a batch of chocolate chip cookies. The oven works great, though it seems to be a bit hot. My parents and I had a great time, as usual, just chatting. For a good four hours. I baked a pizza and we just enjoyed each others' company.

    I spent Sunday wrestling with backups. Oh, the backups themselves are fine; I was testing them out. Which translated to performing a backup on Yasuo (my G5), then wiping the hard drive completely clean, re-installing the OS, and restoring from backups. I have a little script that restores the backups, but I hadn't tested it yet.

    So the morning was devoted to checking the backups, performing a local restoration of a few files, then a complete user account. Everything went smoothly. Then I held my breath and wiped the hard drive. Installed Tiger. Ran the restore script. Didn't quite work right for my main account, so I tweaked the backup script and ran it again. Huzzah! Success.

    Well, not quite. I had to re-install Microsoft Office and various Adobe applications from the CDs, and I can't open Matrix Experiments Lain in Adobe Premiere. But everything else seems to work pretty smoothly.

    But it's a good feeling, knowing that even if I suffer a catastrophic loss of my hard drive, I can restore everything on my computer within a couple of hours.

    Once that was done, I relaxed with Mobile Suit Gundam: The 08th MS Team. It's blowing me away. It's a full-scale Gundam series, despite having only thirteen episodes. The protagonist's views on war evolve, he faces moral crises, there's a lot of great giant robot action, and there's even a romance that's much stronger than any I've seen in other Gundam series. Fantastic anime.

    Sun, 25 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 25, 2005

    Spent most of today at home. My parents bought me an oven for my birthday (may sound like an odd gift, but I requested it after my old oven died), so I baked some scones and worked on a few technical things.

    ...yeah, this is a pretty anaemic entry. But it's the end of the weekend, and I just don't feel like blogging. Haven't felt like it for a while. Don't have much to say, really.

    Tue, 20 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 20, 2005

    Been watching a lot of anime lately. Some might chuckle at this and ask, "Aren't you always?" Actually, I haven't been watch much at all. Just not been in the mood.

    But I've come across a bunch of oddball anime that really intrigues me. And perhaps that's why: One of the reasons I've been intrigued by anime is because it's been on the edges of society. When I first got into anime, the only place I knew of that actually sold anime locally was a Sam Goody, and that was a single shelf of VHS tapes (mostly Dragonball Z). I remember the day when Amazon.com started an anime branch of their DVD store...and it held about twenty discs total, as I recall. Now that anime has become increasingly mainstream, it's lost that magic, that unique quality.

    Which would explain why I leave my BitTorrent client running almost 24/7, downloading odd anime that hasn't appeared over here yet. Cases in point:

    • Oseam, a Korean animated film with unfortunately simple character designs, but a tremendous story. It reminds me of Grave of the Fireflies, though in many ways I prefer Oseam. In Grave, the fate of the children is pretty darn clear all the way through. In Oseam, until about five minutes from the end I didn't know how it would end. It was pretty clear the finale would be bittersweet at best, but I could not have predicted that ending. And boy did it hurt, which says a lot.
    • Practically the opposite of that is the first episode of Daddy Long Legs, part of the "World Masterpiece Theater" program that's been playing fifty-episode anime adaptations of children's books for decades in Japan (Miyazaki worked on several of these series). Daddy Long Legs tells the story of a teenaged orphan girl living in New York around the turn of the century, who is given a scholarship to a prestigious high school. She is spirited and bright but rather clumsy, so we follow her life in the style of Anne of Green Gables. Great animation, in that simplified style similar to good anime of the time. There's a good amount of re-used animation, and poses are often held for a long time. But it looks so good--all the characters are on-model and lovingly designed. Very solid anime.
    • Kochikame is the longest-running manga in "Weekly Shonen Jump," which says a lot. I watched a random episode from a recent anime adaptation, and unfortunately it's a clunker. Minimal animation, unnecessarily bright digital colors, and jokes that are supposed to be funny because they're supposed to be funny. I turned it off after ten minutes.
    • But compare that to Kamichu!, by the director and writer of the brilliant R.O.D OVA and TV series. Kamichu! is a junior high drama/comedy about a shy junior high girl who is suddenly granted the powers of a traditional Japanese goddess. She gathers a small circle of friends as she learns how to control her powers. As far as I can see from the first episode, it's partly a coming-of-age story as she learns self-confidence, as well as a romance as she haltingly pursues a guy who's hopeless with girls. Sounds like a mediocre modern anime, but this is all presented with such deft direction, such subtle animation, and such smart writing, that I thoroughly enjoyed every scene.
    • After War: Gundam X, on the other hand, suffers the ignominy of being the only Gundam series (except the first) to be cancelled. I've watched the first three episodes, and I can't really see why: it's slick, it's intriguing, it's funny, it's got plenty of good mecha battles and strong characters, and it has some interesting things to say about the destructiveness of war. Seems like solid Gundam material to me.
    • Ditto 08th MS Team, which at least has a good reputation. Toshihiro Kawamoto's character designs are as pleasant to look at as were his designs for Cowboy Bebop and Mighty Space Miners, and while the story is taking a while to develop, it appears to be moving along at a steady pace. I'm enjoying it thus far, two episodes in.

    And that's it so far. If I get some time, I'll write a description of my trip to D.C. on Sunday. Thrill! As nothing exciting occurs.

    Sat, 17 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, September 17, 2005

    Well. It's been quite a week.

    I had intended to spend last Sunday wandering through the museums in D.C. I suffer from a common affliction: the native who never actually visits the local famous landmarks.

    But when my eyes opened Sunday morning, I realized that it was September 11th, and I did not want to go into D.C. on the anniversary of 9/11 if I didn't have to.

    So I stayed home and worked my way through various chores and responsibilities. I even went on an hour-long run around town. As I huffed and puffed down the street, I came upon a park trail, which I took down a beautiful tree-covered path, under an overpass, along a rocky stream that chuckled at me as I ran. Heaven.

    On Tuesday, I left work early for an appointment with a local company that rents out office space. The company's offices were quite nice, but she didn't have the sort of space I need (collaborative space for eight to ten people). But when she took my card and remarked at how cool it looks, she asked more about Otherspace, and she ended up grilling me for fifteen minutes about how I started it up, what we plan to do, how we're getting by, etc. She was tickled pink at our whole venture, and she confided that she knows nothing about animation. When I left, I encouraged her to stop by our website to see our artwork, and she replied, "Are you kidding? I'm going right back to my desk to do just that!"

    So. That made me feel pretty good. I've read that a good litmus test of your idea is how excited it makes other people. Well then, I guess we're a guaranteed success.

    (No, I don't really think that.)

    Anyvay. Thursday night, I took my parents out to dinner for their birthdays, and showed them My Neigbhors The Yamadas. They loved it. I loved it. I love them. 'Twas all good.

    Then Friday night I and my parents went to the Kennedy Center to see the Lily Cai Dance Company. They presented three dances: a traditional Chinese dance, a modern dance set to the music of Mahler, and a Chinese ribbon dance. All three were breathtaking: beautiful, sensuous, captivating. Each girl had complete control over her body, curving it into beautiful shapes.

    And now it's Saturday. Shortly after waking, I emptied my inbox, watered the pots in my back garden, posted more VR story, then drove to a nearby farmer's market where I bought two peppers and three apples. Mundane, you may well think. But I brought them home and washed them, and bit in to one of the apples. It was like a dessert. Sweet as a candy bar, full of complex flavor, and perfectly crisp. Every bite snapped. This is the benefit of locally grown, organic produce: amazing food. (And cheap! $3.80 total.)

    In half an hour, I'll head out to this week's Otherspace meeting, which promises to be a short one. Then back here, where I plan to do laundry, clean house, run, check my financial account balances, pay bills, buy a couple books online, clean up my to-do lists, do my backups, and mow the front lawn. For a start.

    Looks like it'll be quite a day to cap off quite a week.

    Thu, 15 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 15, 2005

    Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I'm not dead. I didn't come down with the Mexican Whooping Grippe. I was not abducted by cute, big-eyed alien girls and whisked away on a wild interstellar adventure. I did not travel to a distant land to avenge the death of my master. I did not stumble into a giant robot fight and get caught up in a war. I did not lose myself, and I did not find myself.

    I've just been busy. More soon.

    Fri, 09 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 9, 2005

    Wow. Summer continues to impress with warm beauty every day. Fabulous.

    Meanwhile, quite a bit's been hapenning. I've been hunting around for a renter on Craig's List, and got a phone call on Thursday from a woman, asking if she could look at the place. She seemed reasonable enough, so she arranged to come over that evening. Turned out to be a very nice woman who liked the place, and wanted to move in. So I accepted. She's moving in around October 1st.

    So, renter problem solved. That was easy.

    Then today, we had several fairly major crises at work, and I had to smooth some rumpled feathers of people who seem to think that CM should be all-knowing and prepared for every possible situation. That was frustrating, but at least it was over quickly; I don't have any major problems hanging over my head.

    Except I do; the customer's coming in a week and a half from now for a big meeting, and I'll be chairing the meeting. For the first time. Gulp. I know roughly what I need to do—describe our agenda, write down Action Items as they come in, then re-iterate the Action Items at the end—but it's still a strange and amorphous duty that honestly freaks me out.

    But it's not all bad, by any stretch. Just stressful. Which may be what's driving me to come home and run for 45 minutes practically every night. Honestly, it shocks me that I enjoy it so much. Exercise should be hard.

    Anyvay, apologies for the rambling of this entry; it's late and I'm tired and I want to get to bed. So I will.

    Wed, 07 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, September 7, 2005

    Brainstormed a novel. Chatted with friends. Proceessed everything in my inbox. Made hard-cooked eggs for breakfast tomorrow, so I can start the day with some protein as well as my usual orange juice and Clif Bar. Did a load of laundry. Ran for forty minutes, and as I jogged down my neighborhood's sidewalk, I gulped in the fresh air and gazed at the star-studded curtain of the night sky.

    Perfect.

    Tue, 06 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, September 6, 2005

    From June through August, summer's been a crotchety old man. Not villainous, just a general obstruction to good times. It's been too hot, or too muggy, or constantly raining, or some combination of the three (occasionally all of them). Never to such an extreme that anyone can seriously complain; no heat waves or typhoons. Just generally unpleasant.

    Then this past week it made up for its past sins. Perhaps it realized everyone would grumble, so it decided to clean up its act. Every day has had a high of about 82, with a light breeze and a few decorative clouds dotting the sky. Perfect.

    This is usually the point at which the blogger makes an amusing counter-point that the week's been terrible, but I've actually had a great time. Went to my parents on Sunday and watched Ong-Bak, as decribed in my last entry. Last night, after a long day at work, I stopped by Suncoast and bought a variety of DVDs, including My Neighbors the Yamadas, and watched that last night.

    Wow. What a beautiful, touching, funny movies that is. Gorgeous. You'd never know it was by the guy who directed Grave of the Fireflies, "film most likely to make you slit your wrists." Though, now that I've seen all four of his movies, I suspect that Grave was more of a serious project that he did because he felt it was important. It was a story that needed to be told. It wasn't his story, after all; it was an adaptation of Akiyuki Nosaka's short story. Pom Poko has its serious side, but it's at least as much a comedy, and Only Yesterday is more like a romantic drama. Neither have near the weight of Grave, and both generally maintain a light-hearted tone throughout.

    Whereas The Yamadas is a straight-out comedy. Oh, there's one dramatic sequence that lasts a few minutes, but the rest of it is a series of unconnected sketches from the lives of these characters. It's not even remotely realistic. And it's thoroughly entertaining.

    In any event. I had another long day at work today, followed by writer's group. I was dreading that a bit because folks would be reviewing my preliminary notes for The Modern Fantastic, and while they're all great, I wanted to gird myself for their criticism. Not surprisingly, I received lots of great feedback that will undoubtedly make the book much better than it would otherwise have been. I came home energized and ready to write.

    So I re-watched My Neighbors the Yamadas. Great film.

    Sun, 04 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, September 4, 2005

    Just finished watching Ong-Bak, and what an enjoyable movie that is. Harsh, painful, serious...but there's lots of amazing action and stunt scenes. A good, good film.

    Sadly, my pounding headache insists that I write no further. Perhaps more tomorrow, as I'll have the day off. Briefly, I've had a pretty uneventful weekend. Did a bunch of chores Saturday morning, had a very long Otherspace meeting Saturday afternoong, mostly goofed off Saturday night, and went over to my parents pretty much all day today.

    Can't complain.

    Fri, 02 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, September 2, 2005

    Gah. Got back from running, which is good, except it's made me very tired, which is bad. I think I'm just not used to running, and I'm certainly not used to running for 45 minutes at a time.

    But I've been listening to EarthCore and The Three Musketeers. EarthCore is decently written but wonderfully performed by the author, while The Three Musketeers is brilliantly performed by an Englishman. The 45 minutes flew by.

    So now I'm tired. So no new VR story, I'm afraid. Hopefully, I'll be able to get to it tomorrow.

    My bed calls, and I can't resist. Which is saying something; I usually can't make myself get to bed.

    Thu, 01 Sep 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, September 1, 2005

    Well, that was most remarkable.

    I bought myself an iPod Shuffle today, primarily because of an article in Runner's World in which the author enthused over his times spent running while listening to audiobooks on his iPod. I've been thinking about running again after getting no exercise for the past few months, so I figured that $100 was a reasonable investment.

    I left the house at 10:00, recognizing that I can usually manage a twenty-minute run. Listened to a few podcasts. Got back into the house, sat down at the computer, and saw that it was 10:45.

    And I enjoyed every minute of it, chuckling along to TWiT as I wheezed my way around town. And how I'm all exercised 'n' stuff. I feel good. Woohoo.

    The rest of the day was similarly enjoyable. Though I've mostly rejected my earlier geeky ways, I still get a thrill whenever I buy a new tech gadget. The Shuffle is a beautiful little piece of technology; easy to use, nicely sized. Perfect design. So I was excited all day over that.

    And what a day to feel good. Warm, breezy. Palatial clouds drifted across the sky like swans on a lake. (Hey, that was a good metaphor! I should stop my writing vacation.) The kind of day made to lay down on a grassy knoll, close your eyes, and feel the breeze ruffle your hair and the soft grass tickle your legs.

    Spent the evening on boring technical stuff, updating security policies and passwords and such. Yawn. But important. Worth doing every so often, if just to prevent the crisis that would inevitably occur if you didn't keep up with it.

    Mon, 31 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Sunday Spent at Home, and the Pleasures Thereof

    I like staying home. I have a good friend who, if he's stayed home for an hour or two, is overcome with a need to go out, see people, and do things. I can sympathize, but I almost never share the impulse. I've made my home a place I enjoy living in. That's kind of the point of having a home, isn't it? Why not enjoy it?

    Which is why I spent all day yesterday at home (excluding a walk around town, which I'll describe a little later). I had good reason, actually; I wanted to make a few things for my parents' visit tonight. We're establishing a tradition that they spend Halloween evening with me, since they live in a neighborhood with few kids these days, and it's rather depressing to have a total of three kids stop by on Halloween. So, over to my place, where I get thirty.

    [Halloween picture]

    Anyvay, they'll be coming for dinner, so I wanted to have a few things on hand: caramel popcorn, a nice autumn treat; some bread for the cold cuts left over from the Pumpking Carving Party; and a batch of chocolate chip cookies just because I do that most weekends and the cookie jar was empty. After I stop by the grocery store tonight, I should have the following menu:

    • Sandwiches made from fresh homemade bread, cold cuts of ham and turkey, and cheese
    • Apple slices
    • Caramel popcorn
    • Chocolate cupcakes
    • Chocolate chip cookies
    • Apple cider

    So I made the popcorn, bread, and cookies yesterday morning, all of which went smoothly enough. In the afternoon, I helped Saalon set up his new blog, then went for the aforementioned walk around town. I live in an area that has a bunch of old houses, many rundown. Perfect for Halloween. I wanted to get some good pictures, but my camera doesn't do well in the dark, and I couldn't hold the camera still. But I ended up with 38 photos.

    Then home, where I watched several Japanese live-action TV dramas, and I think I'm getting addicted. Interesting acting, neat camera angles, tight writing, fascinating premises...and really bad video. Ah well. More on them later, once I've had the chance to ruminate on them for a while.

    For now, it's Halloween. Remember, you're entitled to one good scare.

    Sun, 30 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 3:50 p.m.</p>

    Meanwhile, Saalon is back, with a neat description of our hacker travails.

    Halloween Comes Once a Year, It's Almost Here, It's Almost Here

    After a day spent on chores and a productive Otherspace meeting that's uninteresting to anyone outside it, I sat down tonight to re-watch John Carpenter's Halloween.

    [Halloween image]

    Every time I watch this movie—as I do every October—I am more impressed than I was the last time I watched it. It's not just scary.

    See, I don't like horror movies much. They're usually too silly or stupid or over-the-top or pointlessly gruesome. Horror movies seem to suffer from one of two unfortunate extremes: they're either too over-the-top and fantastic (e.g., the killer can leap two stories or fall from five stories and be fine) or they're relentlessly true-to-life, which requires victims who can't run faster than a trot.

    Halloween falls into neither trap. The villain is just on the cusp of supernaturally evil; he's surprisingly indestructible, yet real humans often survive the kinds of injuries that he sustains throughout the movie. A single-minded human could do all this.

    And that's what makes Halloween so dang scary. That guy could be right out on your street, and if he really wanted to he could kill you. He could break right through my sliding-glass door downstairs, detour into the kitchen, grab the butcher knife from the knife block, come upstairs, and how could I stop him? Throw books at him? Most of us couldn't stop a determined, strong man from stabbing or throttling us.

    But it's not just the premise that works; it's the execution. The movie presents relentlessly mundane scenes of girls chatting, trick-or-treaters wandering from house to house...and it all underscores that underlying horror that everyone is so vulnerable. A couple kids in costumes pass, and they're isolated and alone on those big, empty streets. There are no crowds in this movie, and that helps embellish the movie's feeling of isolation.

    It's rather remarkable that the everything in this movie comes together to work so effectively. The script is quite tight, building dread and establishing characters. The music is simply perfect; minimalist but spooky. The cinematography is as effective as that in any great film. The acting is...okay, much of the acting is acceptable at best, but it's helped by Jamie Lee Curtis' vulnerable yet strong babysitter character.

    And it all contributes to a film that manages to spook me out even hours after watching it. Sat, 29 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Paati o shimasho!

    Well, the Pumpkin Carving Party was a complete success. I'm already planning for next year's, which I want to make even better.

    It came on the heels of a bit of a disastrous day at the office, from a productivity perspective. I could not make myself fall asleep Thursday night, so I ended up sleeping through my alarm this morning and got to work late. I'd scheduled a one-on-one lunch with my boss today, so that ate up an hour. Plus, I had to leave work early to get ready for the party. Fortunately, I'm mostly caught up at work, so this had no direct impact on my work. I was able to slide through work today, doing somewhat less than usual.

    I got home and made last-minute preparations. All the food was baked or otherwise prepared, but I still had to wash out a tub so we could bob for apples, and I had to assemble everything for transportation. This was a significant engineering challenge, as I had only one small pickup truck in which to hold:

    • Two large pumpkins
    • A medium-sized tub
    • A plate of deviled eggs
    • A plate of green Brain Jell-O
    • Sixteen chocolate cupcakes
    • A bag of caramel popcorn
    • Six apples
    • Fourteen assorted knives

    Plus, on the way there, I had to pick up meats, cheeses, and bread rolls for the main meal. I fit it all by putting the tub in the back of the truck and the two pumpkins in that, and the deviled eggs and Brain Jell-O on the seat next to me. Everything else fit on the floor or behind the seat.

    I muscled my way through rush-hour traffic to arrive only a few minutes late at a friend's house. I was thrilled to discover he'd invited a few friends to join us (I'd made it clear this party was open to friends of friends), so we ended up with thirteen people. A good number for a party.

    [Halloween Party 2005]

    And all of these extra friends needed to shoot a short film for school, too. They remembered that I have actual film experience (thanks to Saalon's Dreaming by Strobelight), so I gladly helped out behind the camera. We assembled a fun, silly little interpretation of one of the Canterbury Tales, I think. I had tons of fun. I even showed them how to edit the film using their VCR, a skill I learned from my fellow AMV creators. Very cool. I didn't get home until 1:30 in the morning.

    Can't wait to do it again next year. Even though we never did bob for apples.

    Thu, 27 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 27, 2005

    My Mom just left after a wonderful evening. Don't have time to describe my day in detail, but briefly: I've read some fascinating, thought-provoking books, and applied them today, which has been enlightening. My Mom worked on lining my curtains while I baked cupcakes and made deviled eggs for the party tomorrow. We then watched The Twins Effect, a Hong Kong vampire romantic comedy action flick. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

    Meanwhile, note the new survey I've added to the middle of the page. I tossed it together today at work in some spare time, and it seems to work fine. Surveys may not stay around for more than a day or two, so if you want to vote, vote early.

    Also note that you can add an option to the survey. When you do, you automatically vote once for that option. Why am I doing this? To offer you a voice. I'd like my website to be a bit more of a dialogue than it's been in the past, and this is a way to let you provide your own answers to the questions I plan to ask you.

    So, please, if a survey's options don't satisfy you, add your own. HTML is automatically stripped, and you can't post links at all (I want to prevent forum spam from the get-go).

    I've also shuffled the contents of the middle column a bit, moving the latest photograph further down the column, so the recent books stay near the top.

    Wed, 26 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 26, 2005

    I hate nights like this, but I love nights like this.

    Get home late, thought that's because I stayed at work late talking to my boss. Cool guy. I scheduled to take him out to lunch on Friday, so I can get to know him better.

    Anyvay. Got home late. I needed to do some laundry, and sweep the downstairs. And with the Pumpkin Carving Party coming up in two days, I needed to make Brain Jell-O, and while I was at it, I might as well hard-cook some eggs for some protein in the mornings. And I need to draw character designs for my upcoming comic. And call back an Otherspace employee. And get some groceries, and fill up the truck with gas.

    So. Put clothes in the washing machine. Mix up and pour Jell-O. Hard-cook eggs. Put laundry in dryer. Go out, get gas, and buy necessary groceries. Sweep downstairs. Call back Otherspace employee. Two hours have elapsed, and I've done most of the things on my list.

    I hate nights where I'm going like a whirlwind, but it does give me a wonderful sense of accomplishment. And I do usually accomplish an astonishing number of things.

    Tomorrow night should be busy, too; my Mom's coming over to fix up my curtains and cushions, after she made me some which don't fit at all in any way. Very nice of her to do this, though. While she's here, I'll be making devilled eggs and cupcakes. And, hopefully, squeezing in some writing and drawing so I can post another bit of the VR story on Friday, and finish up these character designs by Monday.

    I hate nights like this, but I love nights like this.

    Tue, 25 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 25, 2005

    Well. A tiring day, but a good one.

    Spent much of the workday on little things, setting up various software environments and helping people with small problems. A good way to spend eight hours, really.

    Then I came home and began preparing for the Pumpkin-Carving Party on Friday. I'm preparing food in advance each day, and today I made another batch of caramel popcorn. Thanks to Chris' recipe (thanks, Chris!) I made it in no time at all, mainly by omitting the baking step. It was just as good as the baked kind I made a few days ago. Thanks, Chris!

    Then I worked a bit on character designs for my upcoming online comic. I've established hairstyles for all four characters, so now "all" I need to do is draw all of them from the front, the side, and three-quarters perspectives. I want to do that by the end of the month, so I don't have much time.

    Then I helped Saalon troubleshoot his blog. It still doesn't work, but now I've downloaded all his data and will be converting it to plain text so we can create a fresh blog and re-upload the data. We should be able to finish that within the next few days.

    All this activity helped pull me out of the funk I've been in for the past couple of days. It's been minor, but persistent, and probably a combination of the steady rain driven here by Hurricane Wilma and a sudden phone call from Bank of America about my Visa card, on which I owe quite a bit of money. I have a handle on it, but it still had me depressed.

    Interesting, isn't it, how I was pulled out of my depression by concrete projects with firm deadlines? Work isn't such a bad word after all....

    Mon, 24 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 24, 2005

    To Brennen, regarding #48: I'd love to be a participant in that discussion amongst your friends, but conclusions? Come now, I think you know better than that. Even if we all did reach any conclusions, I'd be immediately suspicious of them.

    I think the fact that we all can take the same data and arrive at different conclusions is one of the unique benefits of being human.

    Oh, and thanks for your recommendation of The Stainless Steel Rat some time ago; I read the first novel about a week ago and "Slippery Jim" DiGriz charmed me off my feet. A fabulous book, and a great example of the kind of SF I'd like to revive: wildly fun adventure.

    Sat, 22 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, October 22, 2005

    Ask not about Friday! Friday was a black hole into which my time descended, and did not return. I did nothing, and didn't even really have fun doing it.

    [Ghost Stories]
    Ghost Stories

    Oh! I did watch the first episode of Ghost Stories, a bland and predictable anime that the American licensor completely rewrote and redubbed into a grown-up spastic comedy. Hilarious. Not so much Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo, an anime adaptation that's just too weird and experimental to be engrossing. 'Twas an interesting visual experiment, but I had no desire to watch more.

    [Gankutsuou]
    Gankutsuou: The Count of Monte Cristo

    Today was better, though it started off worse. I've had the hankering lately to try my hand at making caramel popcorn from scratch, so this morning after getting up, I printed off four internet recipes and started in. The caramel was pretty simple, really: melt a stick of butter with 1/4 cup corn syrup and a cup of brown sugar until boiling, then let it boil for three minutes, then add 1/4 teaspoon baking powder and a teaspoon of vanilla. Unfortunately, I had prepared all this in a medium-sized pan, and when the baking powder goes in, the mixture poofs up. Out of the pan. Onto the burner.

    Okay, so long story short, I started a fire.

    It was a small flame, though; I just moved the pan to one side and let the caramel burn over, and the fire went out as I was opening windows and the sliding glass door nearby. Well. Would I let that stop me? No sir. I let the caramel in the pan blacken and cool, then poured it into the trash and started again, this time on a lower heat (so it wouldn't be as liable to burn) and in a large pot. This time, no problems, and after adding the baking powder easily poured the bubbling caramel on the popcorn and peanuts. After mixing that all up, I spread it out on baking sheets and baked it for about fifty minutes at 250°. Every ten mininutes I opened the oven and stirred the mixture, to really get the caramel coated on everything.

    Turned out quite tasty, though it could use a teaspoon of salt. Oh well; that'll be good for next time.

    As that cooled, I fired up Navi and worked on my yount adult novel. I've always had a tough time sticking to longer projects, so with this novel, I'm trying a new approach: I'm writing increasingly detailed outlines. The first outline was a list of eleven plot points. Today, I finished the second outline, which is about 4,500 words describing the main action of the novel—who does what, the broad mood I want to set in each scene, etc. With that done, I can now go on to a much more detailed outline describing exact character movements, rough dialogue, etc. I hope to finish that by the end of November, so I can complete the first draft by the end of March. Here's hoping.

    Thu, 20 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 20, 2005

    Well. A scheduling error caused me to sleep in this morning, which made me an hour late for work. Fortunately, this wasn't a problem in terms of the work itself; it just meant I had to stay late to make up for it. Also fortunately, I had two major projects to accomplish today, and together they took exactly eight hours to complete. I walked out of the office building with a spring in my step, knowing I had done at least my full share of work that day.

    ...and came home exhausted. It was partly the psychological effect of coming home later than usual; it just felt like the day was long, despite my working no longer than a normal day. So I watched The Halloween Tree and episode two of Densha Otoko. If you're not interested in odd animated Halloween specials or Japanese dramas, feel free to move on.

    The Halloween Tree could have, should have been brilliant. It's got beautiful, detailed, atmospheric backgrounds. It's got snappy direction. The voice actors are solid and easy on the ears. The character designs are generic but at least not ugly (the girl, in particular, looks quite cute).

    If only it wasn't animated by Hanna-Barbera. There are plenty of cels; it has a very good budget by Hanna-Barbera standards. But...for instance, when four kids are being blown by a fierce wind, their bodies undulate up and down like flags. Real bodies don't move like that. The characters feel like they have no weight to them; they're just floating on the backgrounds, being pulled along by the animators' whims. I'd prefer if they moved oddly like characters move in anime; in this, they move like...well, like Hanna-Barbera figures.

    If you're going to make a cartoon scripted by Ray Bradbury, and even get him to narrate, can't you at least have it well-animated?

    Anyvay. Densha Otoko continues to kick my awesome. The nerd...

    [Densha Otoko himself]

    ...has just asked the girl...

    [Densha Otoko girl]

    ...out to dinner. And gone shopping. And he really looks nice. I can't believe it, but I'm really rooting for the guy. This is great stuff. You can download the episodes via BitTorrent at TV-Nihon.

    Tue, 18 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 18, 2005

    Wow. I am exhausted.

    Just got back from a Chinese dance presentation at the Kennedy Center. It was fabulous—a combination of modern dance and martial arts, kind of. The second half was rather slow, as it was just people contorting their bodies to the sounds of bells (bells without melody, too), but the first half was a dynamic set of dances, some energetic, some mysterious, some tragic. Great stuff.

    But I woke up a little after midnight this morning and was awake for three hours. At least I got quite a bit of Otherspace work done as a result, updating the website and checking on a few miscellaneous things.

    But so yeah, as if the late night weren't enough, I'm operating on too little sleep. My bed lays next to me, beckoning me, and I think I'm going to throw myself into its welcoming arms now.

    The Chinese are cool.

    Sun, 16 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, October 16, 2005

    It's been a good weekend, if not productive in my core projects. Even so, my parents were so gracious to take me out to breakfast Saturday morning, then helped me repair my backyard fence. It's a standard white picket fence that's seen better days; the wood's rotting and several pickets have been missing since I moved in. In fact, I've been using an old wooden pallet to block a large gap in the fence.

    But Dad had some spare boards that he was able to cut and paint and use as pickets, so we all spent about an hour fixing the fence up. Looks quite good now.

    I then drove to GMU to meet with another potential Otherspace artist. She wants to draw backgrounds, which we very much need, and I ended up spending an hour and a half explaining our processes to her. She was very interested in everything we're doing.

    She was a good example of the difference between someone still in college and someone who's graduated. She graduated awhile back and has been working for a while, and she naturally asked a lot of questions about the company and was generally very engaged with me. When I interview folks who are still in college, they often ask only a few questions before saying that, yes, they'd like to work. Completely different.

    Anyvay. I spent today (Sunday) catching up on chores, and watching episode one of Densha Otoko, a.k.a. Train Man, a live-action Japanese drama about an anime fan who helps a girl on a train, and develops an incredible online support network of fellow netizens to advise him as to what he should do next. Once I got used to the over-the-top action, I became hooked. The show's packed with anime jokes (most of them Gundam-related), which helps, and they use a number of songs to set the mood. Heck, the first episode opens with various shots of real-life otaku hangouts set to Domo Arigato, Mr. Roboto.

    So, needless to say, I'm downloading episode two now. I'd wait to buy a legitimate release, except that I doubt this will ever be released in America. Heck, it looks like even the Japanese release won't have English subtitles. So, there's one sale they won't get. Ah well.

    (Oops. Forgot to post Friday's entry, and to upload more VR story. Done.)

    Fri, 14 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, October 14, 2005

    It's been a very weird October. Temperatures have hovered in the high seventies and low eighties every day until this week, when a deluge of rain has dropped temperatures to more seasonal levels. It's still very comfortable for mid-October; I went on a brisk walk today and had to remove my jacket after a few minutes.

    But a stubborn net of clouds still clings to the sky, with only rare gaps allowing glimpses of blue. Frustrating. It's October, two weeks from Halloween, and I want blustery winds with clouds sailing like merchant ships through that odd slate blue that so often tints autumn skies.

    I'm also impatient with my young adult novel, as I'm nearly done with the second outline (of three). Another hour's worth of writing should bring me to its conclusion. This is the five thousand word version; the first one was an eleven-bullet summary, and the third will be a stripped-down version of the book itself. You could call the third version "draft zero," since I won't even try to write pretty descriptions or get the characters' voices exactly right. It will be the humanoid lump of rock which I will then chisel into a fine statue.

    So, I “only” need an hour to finish outline two, but an hour can be difficult to come by. I've got that, plus Otherspace, plus drawing, plus Syllable build attempts. And anime. I have far fewer projects now than I had even two months ago, but now that I can devote serious amounts of time to each project, I'm just as busy. I'm much more productive, though.

    Thu, 13 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, October 13, 2005

    I just sat three rows from a stage where I witnessed a complete production by the Peking Opera (the Chinese entertainment form that essentially spawned kung fu movies). It was indescribable. The costumes were prisms painted on silk. The acting was intense, powerful, moving, and at times overtly funny. The acrobatics were fantastic—rarely has anyone in the movies done better, and these somersaults were performed twenty feet from my head.

    The music...well, I could get used to the music, but I was annoyed by its simplicity and lack of melody. Not my kind of music. But it's amazing to think that that's my only complaint.

    Fantastic.

    Wed, 12 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, October 12, 2005

    Well, this Hungarian Whooping Grippe or whatever it is really knocked me for a loop. I've been out of commission for the last seven days. And for a guy like me, that's frustrating.

    I did manage to catch up on my reading, though. I powered through all 534 pages of Disney War, an account of Michael Eisner's time as head of Disney. Boy, that was an eye-opener. Eisner's not quite the guy I imagined him to be; he's cluelessly drunk with power. He made a lot of excellent decisions, but he apparently couldn't stand the idea of someone threatening his position. He consistently bad-mouthed each executive who might be a possible replacement (or even right-hand man). He made a lot of enemies. Sad.

    I also re-read From the Dust Returned, a recent book by Ray Bradbury that collects and re-spins several of his spooky short stories into the tale of a Twilight Family, an Addams Family. This is quite intentional; he and Charles Addams had plans to collaborate on this book decades ago, with Bradbury providing the stories and Addams the illustrations. Bradbury wrote a few stories in preparation, but it never came together, and now that Addams is gone Bradbury put together the book, at least, and had that published with Addams' wonderful original concept illustration as the book cover.

    Addams wanted it to be “a sort of Christmas Carol idea, Halloween after Halloween people will buy the book, just as the buy the Carol, to read at the fireplace, with lights low. Halloween is the time of year for story-telling.” And it is certainly that. It's part of my October ritual, where I read and watch a number of moody Halloween works, including:

    • October Dreams, a thick collection of spooky stories centered around Halloween itself. Some are horror, some are more thrillers, while some are true accounts of authors' childhoods. Wonderful stuff.
    • Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree, about a group of boys who descend through Halloweens past in search of their dying friend
    • An animated adaptation of The Halloween Tree, made several years ago by Hanna Barbera. It's quite good, despite being made by Hanna Barbera.
    • The original Halloween movie
    • It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
    • Garfield's Halloween Adventure, an odd little thing. X-Entertainment has a fabulous article.
    Tue, 11 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 11, 2005

    And I'm back out of business. That cold nabbed me again, and I spent the last three days in bed. I'm just well enough to come to work today, but I suspect I'll crash again tonight.

    I have been watching some anime. Specifically:

    • The new Ah My Goddess TV show, which is moving along slowly but entertainingly. Overall, I'd grade it a "B". I'm a bit frustrated that by episode five only Belldandy has shown up. No major complaints otherwise.
    • Planetes, an awesome hard SF show. Seriously high-quality, adult storylines (and not in the pornographic sense). This is clearly made by people who love the idea of realistic space work.
    • Fafner, a show with all the trappings of a giant robot show that nevertheless handles them all perfectly. This is what I want in a giant robot show.
    • Smatterings of various Gundam shows of various quality. I'm having fun, learning about bits of the Gundam universe that aren't known to the casual fan. ZZ Gundam is almost straight comedy.

    More once I've recovered. Which hopefully won't be too long.

    Tue, 04 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, October 4, 2005

    I'm back in business (mostly). Worked a half-day at work, and that partly because things are quiet there. I've powered through pretty much all of my work, so I cleaned out my inbox and took care of a few things, and generally went easy on myself to prevent a relapse of this cold.

    Got home to a couple of phone calls, both of which were good. One of them makes me feel very good about Otherspace, and the other was a chat with a friend. I felt so good that I made sweet-and-sour pork, wrote eight hundred words of outline for my young adult novel, and drew half a dozen heads of hair in preparation for my comic. I think I've figured out something important about how to draw hair; I've been trying to draw individual strands, when actually I should be drawing more of the overall shape of the hair, and adding the strands as details. But the hair as a whole is made up of strands, so I'm drawing a flowing, watery shape more than a solid shape. I can't describe it, but I think my brain's wrapped around something important.

    Lessee. In other news, I've re-watched the first two episodes of Planetes, which was as good as I remembered. It's a hard SF show set seventy years in the future, about a group of astronauts who deal with space debris. Though, being good anime, that's only a small fraction of the story; it's also about perseverance, and honor, and heroism, and friendship, and justice, and a bunch of other things that I can't even put into words. So, good good stuff.

    So anyway, yeah, I'm feeling better, and things appear to be on an upswing.

    Mon, 03 Oct 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 3, 2005

    And just when I get a little more interested in blogging, a cold grabbed me by the scruff of the neck and threw me into bed for a few days. It's been pretty bad yesterday and today; so bad that I'm staying home from work today. Don't want to infect anyone else, though I got it from work. This same nasty cold has been leaping from cube to cube. It's the current office joke; someone will be out for a day or two, and the rest say, "Ah, must be that cold."

    So I've spent a fair amount of the weekend watching anime, particularly After War: Gundam X and ZZ Gundam. I'm enjoying both for very different reasons; X has accelerated its character development and is (as of episode 15) moving along at a nice pace. And it's refreshing to watch a Gundam series that's more focused on the action/adventure aspects of the Gundam experience than the "War Is Hell!" drumbeat of many other Gundam series.

    I'm only three episodes into ZZ (well, two really, since episode 1 is just a clip show summarizing the first two Gundam series), and it's fun, too. It's certainly more light-hearted and comedic than any other Gundam series I've seen (though Turn-A comes close), but I mean that in a good way. ZZ isn't a screwball comedy; it's a Gundam series with more comedic bits than other Gundam shows. Again, refreshing.

    And with that, I'm going to go drink some orange juice and think for a while about some things Brennen just posted to his blog.

    Wed, 30 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Writing Right

    My apologies for the scattershot nature of this entry, and the lack of an update yesterday, and a late update today. I've been working ten- and twelve-hour days to support a computer that can only be used after business hours. This is my last day of it, though, except for one more day next week.

    And it's affected my sleep patterns in very odd ways. I got home last night and went straight to bed. Tonight, though, I'm wired and can't make myself to go sleep. I don't know if this is a good or a bad thing; I suspect it's neither. Or both. It just is.

    Meanwhile, my mind's been percolating with suggestions from Tom Peters' Brand You 50, in particular his suggestion to catalogue 25 observable aspects of ourselves. That is, if someone were to judge you (not negatively), what are some things they'd use to do that? Things like hairstyle, posture, even handwriting. I've only managed to catalogue twenty, but even that has revealed a few things that I'd like to work on.

    It made me realize how much I'd like to improve my handwriting. It's a bit better than the "chicken scratches" that everyone I know describes their handwriting as, but it could be a lot clearer. So I did a bit of Googling and found Dyas A. Lawson's Tips for improving your handwriting. Briefly: When writing, hold your fingers still, and move your whole arm plus a bit of your wrist. I tried it, and it made my handwriting a lot easier to read. Takes a lot of practice before it becomes natural, but then, doesn't everything?

    Mon, 28 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, November 28, 2005

    Ha! I never described how Thanksgiving went. In a word: Perfect. All the food was delicious, nobody stressed out, we all chatted pleasantly, we went on a brisk walk around the neighborhood, and we watched two Jackie Chan films (Dragon Lord and The Medallion). We ate succulent turkey, flavorful stuffing, plump sweet potatoes, corny corn muffinsh, and thick slices of apple pie with vanilla ice cream. Couldn't be better.

    As mentioned before, I then spent the weekend on various purchases. Friday night, as I lay in bed thinking about the morning, I had an idea shocking in its odd yet perfect logic: I needed a coffeemaker in my bedroom, despite not drinking coffee.

    No, all that anime hasn't rotted my brain. My morning pages (three pages of journalling in the morning) have become a tradition, but I've had difficulty waking up in time to write all three pages. I usually wake up to the alarm, then lay in bed luxuriating for half an hour or so. I realized that, if I had a hot cup of tea waiting for me, I'd be much more inclined to get up immediately.

    So I bought a cheap, programmable coffeemaker and set it up for the next morning. I woke up and listened to the tea cough and burble into the carafe, and up I sat. Went right over, poured myself a steaming mug of hot tea, sat down at the desk, opened my journal, took a sip of the tea...and nearly spat it out. Tasted horrible. But I was up and journalling.

    I still don't know why it tastes so bad. I've washed everything, but maybe it needs a more thorough cleaning. Very odd. But I still get up.

    And I do enjoy the mornings, especially calm, grey mornings like this one. It rained last night, and the sky was that lovely, velvet grey that looks soft and inviting like a worn blanket. The street outside was still empty, but with a promise of further activity. Kids were no doubt lined up on the corner farther down, craning their necks to look for the school bus, another week of lessons and friendships begun.

    And I'm preparing for another week of work, to which I'm increasingly looking forward with good anticipation. Tom Peters writes about "reclaiming work from Dilbert," that we are not simply slaves to corporate culture; we're accepting slaves. We not only work in insane bureaucracies, we sit back and take it. No. No. We can reclaim the idea of work as a fun, amazing, exciting thing to do. We can leap into our workweeks with the ferocity of a pit bull and the excitement of Peter Pan. We can become masters of our own work.

    And I suspect most of my readers are rolling their mental eyes, saying, "Yeah, right, whatever." I was the same way. But I've been thinking about this, and observing my work, and wow do I have opportunities to reclaim my work, to stake my claim, to turn this mundane project into an experience that makes people gasp in awe.

    Why on Earth would I want to settle for mediocrity when something like that is possible?

    Fri, 25 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Gifts for Others and Myself

    Spent the afternoon Christmas shopping, it being Black Friday and all. I surprised myself: I have presents (or know exactly what I'll be ordering online) for everyone on my list. I usually suck at Christmas presents, but this year, for some reason, I'm on the ball, and early. Now if I can just get all these presents shipped in time, which is one disadvantage of having so many online friends.

    [Journal Cover]

    While I was out, I bought a few things for myself, including a Hartley & Marks journal, the Generatio. Its cover is the beautiful image from the Book of Kells above. I've resisted buying an expensive journal, but I've also heard that you'll write more if you own things that make you want to write. And I've been wanting to write in this thing ever since I laid it out on my desk. So, I suppose, it's true.

    Thu, 24 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Dare You Explore Castle Doune?

    Because I increasingly believe that knowledge workers can't afford to let their skills atrophy, I've been learning the Python language lately. To learn it, I started a simple project: writing a text adventure (like Zork, only much less ambitious). I just finished it and uploaded it, so now you can explore Castle Doune yousrelf.

    (Castle Doune is the name of the first castle seen in the movie Monty Python and the Holy Grail. The layout of the game's castle is similar to the layout of the real castle.)

    I finished it this morning, actually, as I waited for my parents to arrive for Thanksgiving. I baked an apple pie last night, and will be making muffins once they arrive. Mom's bringing potatoes and the pumpkin pie. I'm looking forward to it greatly; this has become a family tradition.

    Tue, 22 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wow! Work

    I've been in a sysadmin mood lately. I want our server to be a model of efficiency and automation. I want us to be able to recover instantly in case of disaster. I want to describe our setup to other people and hear them reply, "Wow."

    Partly, this is because I've been re-reading Tom Peters' Brand You 50 at work, a few chapters at a time. Here's one of his suggestions (paraphrased):

    1. List all your projects at work (a project is just work with a specific goal).
    2. Ask yourself—and others—what it would take to make people gasp in amazement and delight when they hear about each project.
    3. For each project, list ten ways you could make it more of a "Wow!" project.
    4. Pick a couple.
    5. Do them.

    I agree, which is why I just set up a cron job that backs up all web files changed in the last 24 hours.

    Hey. You're working on stuff. What would it take to turn that stuff into "WOW!" work? Why not do some of it?

    Mon, 21 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Return

    Sorry for the long down-time. Our server died almost exactly a week ago, and we've had some trouble with our provider in getting it back up and running. Suffice to say that we appear to be back to normal.

    It's been a nice day, really, dependig on your definition of "nice." It's been cold and drizzly all day, but that's felt cozy to me. Perhaps it's because this feels like the first real day of winter we've had. It's been cold lately, but only recently has the wind swept through and tugged most of the leaves off the trees. Now, the naked trees standing against a stark grey sky symbolize winter. It feels like the perfect day to wrap yourself in a blanket, wrap one hand around a mug of hot chocolate (complete with wraiths of steam dancing above the rim) and with the other hand open a good novel. The Three Musketeers or Treasure Island would be good; something adventuruous and out of the ordinary. Something to take you away from the blasted cold and rain.

    I spent the weekend at Anime USA, mostly sitting behind a table at Artist's Alley. I didn't sell anything, but I talked to a fair number of folks, and gave away a lot of business cards. It was a success in the sense that I got the word out, though it was certainly a failure financially. Oh well. I'm just not a salesperson.

    Sun, 13 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Rushing, Rushing

    Don't have time to write much. Just got back from a performance of Chinese acrobatics, incorporating a lot of the maneuvers of the Peking Opera with the concepts of Circus acts (juggling, unicycles, etc.). No clowns, thankfully.

    It was a good day, if short. Unfortunate that I had to spend so much of today catching up; Sundays should be days of rest. Next Sunday will undoubtedly by the same, what with Anime USA that weekend. Ah well.

    Sat, 12 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Me And My Contacts

    Just returned from a wedding, in which the groom is a friend that grew up next door to me. We played practically every day, then drifted apart. A story as common as grass. And now he's married.

    That was a bit of an emotional roller coaster ride. I'm a bit jealous, honestly; his bride looks terrific, in all the best ways: fun, vivacious, smart, pretty, thoughtful. I have nothing. I've never even had a girlfriend.

    But I looked at the two of them and realized that the groom could have taught me a few things about getting a girl. He searched for a long, long time. If I had nurtured that friendship, kept up with that connection, I would at least known more than I know now.

    Tom Peters writes, "YOU = YOUR CONTACTS." More accurately, the better your contacts (and your connections with those contacts), the better you are. Very true, in the working world as well as the personal world (and, of course, business is personal). I need to invite a few more people over for lunch or dinner.

    Starting with this friend, perhaps.

    Fri, 11 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Assault of the Inner Critic

    Well. In my previous entry, I wrote that I'm thinking of pitching some animation ideas to Cartoon Network. That was Wednesday. I've spent the past two days under an almost unceasing assault from my Inner Critic, insisting that I not do that. That I'd be better off abandoning all my creative projects, in fact. That I'd enjoy myself far more if I spent every evening watching MST3K re-runs and anime. That I'm crazy for thinking that they'd actually accept my pitch, and even if they do sign me on, what then? Like I'm going to really be able to deliver a TV animation on time.

    To which I have listened, and ignored.

    It's good to hear these things. It's made me realize how much I fear success. The idea of really starting a full-scale animation studio scares me witless. It excites me, too, but it's really scary. I'd be providing livelihoods for dozens of people. I'd promise to deliver a heck of a lot of beautiful, life-affirming animation. <gulp>

    But at the same time, I'd be creating beautiful, life-affirming animation. I'll be making something of beauty, that people will watch and think about. I'll change people's lives, hopefully for the better.

    That's worth listening to a whiny Inner Critic for a while.

    Wed, 09 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous I will not wait

    I just got off the phone with Saalon, with whom I talked for, um, three and a half hours. We talked about anime and the nature of work for about half an hour, then I dropped a bit of a bombshell:

    I think I'm going to go to Atlanta and pitch some animation ideas to Cartoon Network.

    I have a startup animation company. They take pitches from people with a lot less than that. I gather that producing a short animation would be good, but I don't need it to get in the door.

    So why not just walk through the door?

    So I asked Saalon to write me a treatment for an idea he's been champing at the bit to do: a fifty-episode Gundam-like series. Giant robots. War in space. Some teenage angst. We won't duplicate Gundam, not will we make an homage. We (or rather, he) will be taking everything that we think Gundam does well, subtract everything we think it does poorly, and adding in our own tastes and interests and feelings.

    Meanwhile, I'm going to work up some treatments for some other shows I can pitch to the network. I want to pitch a "World War II in space" show, complete with Big Band music and hot shot pilots. I want to pitch an animation variety show. I want to pitch some amazing animation aimed at girls, for a change (why does the largest gender demographic get so few good cartoons?).

    Because I'm not going to wait. Well, except that I'll wait for concept art. But after that, I won't wait.

    Tue, 08 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Reinvention of the Self

    Tonight, I needed to rest.

    Work passed as a dim grey blur. Accomplished little of any consequence.

    As I drove home, I stopped by the library and picked up about eight different books, most of them about finding a sense of fulfillment at work. As you can imagine, this has been on my mind quite a bit lately.

    I blame the season, actually; it's been getting dark about when I get home, now, and we had some cold temperatures lately. After the Indian Summer of the past two months, I feel like I've passed straight from summer to winter, with no chance to get used to it. Perhaps I've been touched by Seasonal Affective Disorder.

    Either way, I knew I wouldn't be able to make progress on my projects, so I dedicated the night to flipping through the library books. I'm taking care of my parent's golden retriever this week, so she lay at my feet as I skimmed business books. I will admit, it made for a satisfying and recharging evening.

    And now, partway through Tom Peters' Re-Imagine, I'm beginning to grok his larger point about the fundamental changes to work in the 21st century. I have to completely re-think my job now. I can't rely on...well, anything. Anything. I am going to have to be C.E.O. of Brent, Inc. Because my current job just won't be there soon. And, if you're working in a white collar job, you're probably in the same situation.

    Agh, it's half-past ten, and I need to get some sleep, so I can't justify this. I am increasingly convinced that it's true, though. And it means a radical reinvention of self.

    Which, on reflection, is a good thing.

    Mon, 07 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sleepy Synopses

    Amazing how one little thing can upset your entire day.

    I'm taking care of my parents' Golden Retriever, Molly. She's a sweetheart, but she's an added responsibility, and I have to keep reminding myself to feed her, fill her water bowl, let her outside, etc. But that's not what upset my day.

    I felt a profound lack of energy today at work. I performed a build this morning, which was good and important and is my core duty at work right now, then for the afternoon I felt worthless. No amount of breaks or recharing helped. But that's not what upset my day; in fact, I think the upset caused my lack of energy.

    I woke up sleepy this morning. I got to bed a little late, and I awoke groggy. And it suppressed my energy for the entire day; I've felt a little spacy ever since.

    Amazing, that my entire day can be made much less effective than normal by one seemingly minor physical disturbance.

    Anyvay. A quick round-up of what I've been watching lately:

    • Densha Otoko episode three, in which the geek takes his proto-girlfriend on their first date. He does suprisingly well, asks for further advice from his net friends, and then the spanner is thrown in the works: he's flamed by a troll who points out that he's done nothing but take people's advice in this. He's been spineless. And the geek realizes this is true, so he switches off his computer for three days to think about it. So this series takes an unexpected twist in showing the limitations of the geek's online support group. In episode three. If they're doing this much now, what on Earth will episode eight be like?!?
    • Crying Out "Love!" From The Center of the World, another J-drama that's much more serious than Densha Otoko. Crying Out "Love!" tells the story of a seventeen-year-old boy who falls in love with a quirky classmate who (he doesn't know) has a terminal disease. The series begins by telling you that she dies within a year, so you get to watch the show with that flavoring their entire relationship. Fascinating, and beautifully presented. A good example of the power of short TV series; because the show is only eleven episodes, each episode has great power and pushes the story forward.
    • The first few episodes of Digimon Tamers. Some of my readers probably think I'm crazy for seeking out and watching this show, but now that I've watched a few episodes I've re-affirmed why I liked this show. It's amazingly well-crafted. Each episode has heft and weight. The characters are introduced very deliberately, so that you get to know them very well (compare this to the first season of Digimon, which tosses all seven kids and all their Digimon at you in episode one). The overall story was written by Chiaki J. Konaka (serial experiments lain, among others), and you can see it.
    • The Myth, Jackie Chan's latest film. Certainly the most dramatic thing he's done in decades, perhaps next to New Police Story. Half of it is set in the modern day, where Jackie's character is researching a lost treasure as he remembers fragments of a past life. The other half is set in that past life, where Jackie's character is a ridiculously skilled warrior protecting a concubine. It's lush, it's adventurous, it has an amazing number of action scenes, and it's well-acted. There are a few groan-worthy elements—the concubine is constantly being rescued and turns into an unmoving sack every time she's in danger—but otherwise it's a superb film. One of my favorites of his, now.
    Sun, 06 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Care and Feeding of Precious Values

    Just went to the theater and watched Chicken Little, which I thoroughly enjoyed. A shame about the negative reviews; I don't know why people expect The Incredibles from Disney Feature Animation. Those are some amazing animators—the character animation in Chicken Little is jaw-dropping for their first CGI film—but what was the last great Disney film? They're hamstrung by their writers.

    (Not that the writing was bad, either; it just isn't as strong as the other great animated films made in the past few years, such as Spirited Away and The Incredibles.)

    Anyvay. Got back, talked on the phone with Saalon about it for a while, as I drank tea and ate cookies in my back yard, basking in the perfect weather. Mostly sunny, mid-seventies. The clouds are moving in now and they threaten rain, but that's okay. This has been a very, very good day so far.

    And it should be even better tonight, as I plan to spend a good chunk of the evening on my major projects: writing Giant Armors and drawing.

    So what made the day so good? It wasn't just because I was relaxing. I'm not, really; a movie is not a relaxing experience. Talking with a friend is not really a relaxing experience; it's energizing.

    I'm feeding my values. Animation is important to me, which is why I decided to see Chicken Little (otherwise why would a 29-year-old single guy pay seven dollars to see a CGI cartoon?). Keeping up with my friends is important to me, which is why I called Saalon. Writing and drawing are important to me.

    And I've spent time actually sitting down and thinking about what's particularly important to me. Lots of things are important, but we each have certain values and virtues and desires that have strong meaning. One person has strong feelings about the environment. Another has a strong belief in building community. Neither is wrong to pursue that particular feeling with unique passion.

    But how many of us have sat down with pen and paper, and asked ourselves, "What is particularly important to me? If I took away everything anyone's ever told me about my likes and passions, what would be left?"

    I've done it. Have you?

    Why not?

    Fri, 04 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Power of Ritual

    There's some new VR story over there.

    Meanwhile, I've more than doubled my productivity at work this week. How? Ritual.

    I just finished a neat book, The Power of Full Engagement, which suggests that the proper management of energy, not time, is the most direct route to personal improvement. They point out that you can expend and recharge energy—physical, mental, emotional, and spritual—a lot like you exercise a muscle: stretch it for a while, then rest for a bit. So, during a work day, instead of trying to expend your mental energy for eight straight hours, you take a break every hour and a half or two hours.

    But how do you remind yourself to take those breaks, especially if you're not used to taking them? Rituals. Here are the rituals I made up for myself earlier this week:

    9:00Clean up my to-do list
    10:00Make phone calls
    11:00Write in my log
    1:00Go for a walk and meditate on nature
    3:00Make a mug of tea, eat some cookies, and re-read a few pages of The Brand You 50
    4:00Write in my log and fill out my timecard for the day

    I'm sure I'll change these over time, but they're a start.

    Because I'm now forcing myself to take breaks from my work every hour or two, I don't get nearly as tired throughout the day. At 4:00, I have about 80% of the energy I had at 9:00 in the morning, whereas until now I've had almost no energy in the afternoon.

    So, want to increase your productivity? Break up your day into smaller chunks, and force yourself to take those breaks. It feels completely unnatural and bizarre. It's hard, but it's worth it.

    Wed, 02 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Challenge, But Worth It

    What do you want to be when you grow up?

    That sounds a little patronizing, I know. But it's easy to have big dreams about things you've always wanted to accomplish, then leave them as big dreams.

    What is the one thing you'd really like to do someday? Or two things? Or three things?

    Writing a novel? Visiting Mt. Fuji? Finding the greatest cheesecake in the world? Create a cool game?

    Well, you can. It's possible. But it's hard.

    And that in itself is an interesting problem. People talk about how hard it is to do certain things, then turn right around and explain that they got in through a lucky break. Or simple persistence. How is that hard?

    It's hard because it's hard to change ourselves. The roadblocks to greatness are the ones inside ourselves. So how do we go about changing that?

    There are a bunch of ways, and I've been reading about them a lot over the past few years. I think I'm now ready to write about them, and provide my thoughts on them, and hopefully provide some sort of synthesis of many different approaches to self-improvement.

    Once I started changing myself, my world began to change. Previous impossiblities—like starting an anime studio—started to become more than possible; they started to happen. I was living my dreams.

    I want you, the people reading this blog, to live your dreams. Eric. Brennen. Stephen. Alice. Chris (both of them). Some of you are on that path; some aren't. Doesn't matter. Even if you're on your way, I think I can provide you with a walking stick and smooth out some rough terrain.

    Because it's hard. But it's so worth it.

    Tue, 01 Nov 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous An Odd Greeting

    After all my preparation for my parents' visit last night, I got a phone call yesterday morning. It was my Mom, telling me that one of the dogs woke up very sick and was...let's just say, making messes all over the house. There was no way they could come. ARG!

    That threatened to spiral me into a depression that would have put me in a funk all night. I had food, and plans, and everything.

    But, no. After half an hour or so, I decided that I would not let myself spiral into a funk. Instead of focusing on what might have been, I focused on what I had: a movie to watch, a book to read, trick-or-treaters to greet, and plenty of good food. Can't ask for more than that, really.

    [Bread]
    A fresh loaf of bread for dinner

    [My Halloween Dinner]
    My Halloween dinner, a ham and cheese sandwich with caramel popcorn

    So, it was a good night. I got thirty trick-or-treaters, though two were giggling high schooler girls, and one was the woman who used to live here. Which was odd in itself. I opened the door, and there was a woman, who announced, “I'm here to tell you to leave!”

    “...What?” I replied.

    “Now that I'm here, you have to move out!”

    “...Huh?”

    Then she explained that she used to live here, and I said (quote), “Ohhhhhhhhhhh,” and she looked at my bowl and exclaimed, “OOOH! Full-sized candy bars! Can I have one?” I said sure, so she took one, and her son took one, and she left.

    Oh-kay.

    The movie was Nosferatu. Compared to Halloween, which just gets better each time I watch it, Nosferatu gets more boring. It's a good film, and certainly a classic, and it does some amazing things—the shot of Dracula rising out of his coffin is still genuinely horrifying—but the shots last a bit too long, the acting (Max Shreck excepted) is embarrassingly over-the-top, and...well, frankly, we've seen all this before. Yeah, that's because everybody's copied the plot of Nosferatu. But that doesn't keep it from being boring, and I think it's revealing that other horror movies (like, um, Halloween) don't suffer the same problem despite sharing that limitation.

    Anyvay. The book was October Dreams, a beautiful anthology of horror and thriller stories and remembrances, all focused on Halloween. (I use the term "thriller" as opposed to "horror" because a lot of these bits aren't meant to horrify as much as to spook and thrill). Great reading, and I've made it a habit to read it every October. Some of the stories don't hold up to frequent re-readings, but many of them continue to pack the same punch they had when I first read them several years ago.

    In other news, I've been reading a lot about energy and productivity and time and focus, and I plan to write quite a bit about them in the near future. As such, this blog might become a bit more screedy than usual; I'm going to try my hand at provocation. I'm very much not a pushy person, but I'm feeling and thinking some things that I want to challenge the world about.

    I'll start you thinking with a quote from Tom Peters:

    What do you want to be?
    Thu, 29 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous How The Media Blackout Is Going

    The bloom is off the rose. As of today, I'm officially tired of my vacation from all media.

    But that's good, actually. That's an opportunity for me to examine my reaction and figure out what that means. Why am I tired? Why do I want more input?

    Here's what I figure so far: I like to learn and I like to teach. Those are pretty intrinsic to my nature; I've been doing both, happily, for many years now. When I'm separated from all media inputs, I can't learn. That goes against my nature, so it's not fun.

    On the other hand, the first half of this week has shown me that a lack of input can give me a huge amount of focus. I've been much less scatter-brained this past week than I usually am. So, clearly, cutting back on media has been helpful. The question is, how much should I cut back?

    At this point, I know that I want to cut back on the amount of media I take in each week. I'm planning to establish a budget on media each week: no more than five hours of DVD watching, for example. If I break these limits, nothing will happen; the point is to have a visible limit, so I know when I'm consuming more input than I had planned to.

    I'll see how that goes once I'm back to normal this Saturday. Though I won't really be "back to normal" until next Monday, since I'll have a pretty busy Saturday (Otherspace meeting, plus hosting my parents for New Year's Eve) and Sunday (parents staying through New Year's Day, and possibly role-playing that evening).

    (A few side observations: I haven't missed the web at all. I have missed e-mail, and I think I didn't need to eliminate that. I would have benefitted from more contact with people, not less.)

    Wed, 28 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Media Detox

    Gee. Everyone's staying away from their blogs this week, it seems, except me. And I'm the one avoiding media, so I should have the least to talk about. Instead, I feel like blogging. Hmmm. That's causing a few neurons to fire.

    The media avoidance has made me realize just how media-saturated I am. Well, and it's not just media; it's raw input. I have a lot of stuff pouring into my brain at any given moment. Imagine this scenario: I'm in line at a coffee house. I'm thinking about what to order. In front of me hangs a huge menu of choices, and each choice is competing for my attention. Pop songs are playing loudly enough for me to understand the lyrics above the din of conversation. I'm smelling several different brews of coffee. That's a lot of input.

    I come home and I have DVDs to watch, magazines to read, mail to sort, e-mail to answer, and possums on my back fence. No, really:

    [Possum]

    This little guy sat on top of my back porch all Monday morning. After a cold snap last week, we've had warm weather recently, which has thawed out several inches of snow. I suspect my little friend's burrow flooded, so he was spending the morning drying himself out and waiting for his burrow to dry out. Poor thing. Totally unafraid of me, though; let me get right up next to him and didn't even bat an eye.

    I guess that's what comes of less media input; I notice things like this.

    Mon, 26 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Media Blackout

    Had a good Christmas. It was "just" me and my parents, but that was plenty. Which sounds like a snarky put-down; it's not. A weekend with my parents is joy. I love every opportunity I have to spend time with them. I wish I had more time to spend with them...though on the other hand, I have to balance that desire with an understand that I have to live my own life.

    In any event, nothing of major import has occured lately; the major news of the moment is this: My one-week vacation from all media has begun.

    What does that mean? No TV. No movies. No DVDs. No newspapers. No magazines. No radio. No books. No web. None of it, at all, until the weekend.

    Have I been completely, totally faithful? Well, no. I watched quite a few episodes of Good Eats today. But it's the principle of the thing, and it's made me really think about the amount of media that I let into my life. Without it, I have all sorts of time. And I have to ask myself: Is it all worth the time I put into it? What do I get out of the local paper? What do I get out of the latest blockbuster movie?

    Which is not a rhetorical question. I do learn and benefit from those things. But at what cost?

    Thu, 22 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 22, 2005

    So. This webserver died a few days ago, which is why I haven't been updating recently. I'd explain, but I don't want to risk the ire of my current hosting company. Suffice to say I'm less than thrilled with their service.

    Though it was kind of nice to be away from e-mail for a while. I sure had a good bit more time for other things. Such as "liming."

    "Liming" is a term used by some Caribbean population to refer to their night-time parties. See, each morning, they'd show up for work bright, energetic, and happy. They'll work hard throughout the day, then at the end of the day they stop and party all evening and well into the night. Then they repeat this every day. Foreigners were amazed that they could keep up the pace.

    The natives explained that, when the ships from the Old World came, the sailors were always sick from scurvy...until one ship came with lively sailors who had brought limes to punch up their cuisine. And of course, the citrus in the limes prevented scurvy. The Caribbeans adopted the word to describe their own practice of allowing "the spice of life" to completely consume you while you're off work. Of completely recharging every single day.

    So I've been "liming." Yesterday, that meant going to my parents' house for dinner and staying until well into the night, eating and talking and laughing at terrible old TV shows. Tonight, that will mean watching a lot of Good Eats, or otherwise just letting go.

    Wish me luck.

    Sat, 17 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Self-Examination

    Long, long, long week.

    Mainly due to work. I have essentially two duties there. One required a lot of work this week, and the other required a ton of work this week, most of which culminated in a Friday spent almost despairing at my work load.

    I got it done, pretty much. I still have some work left to do, but I turned the tide and acquitted myself with honor. But it wiped me out in the evenings, which explains why I haven't been writing in this journal much this week.

    The other reason for my silence is that I've been rather more silent lately. I've been thinking about myself, and observing my routines and habits. I've been asking myself a question: Who am I?

    That may sound trite. To be more clear, I've been examining my actions. How do I sit when I talk to people? How long do I take to get out the door in the morning? How do I spend my money in a given week? And what does that say about me?

    The old cliché says that actions speak louder than words. One of the problems with old clichés is that they're usually true but misleading. More accurately, people see your actions and give them a lot of weight. Your actions are usually given much more weight than what you say.

    Moreover, if you say one thing and do another, it's the action that you truly believe in.

    So I've been paying close attention to my actions, and noticing when my actions don't match up to my beliefs. For example, when I talk to people, I like to "zero in" on them, paying close attention. As I've paid attention to my actions, though, I've noticed that I tend to relax my body and sit/stand in a pose that signals uninterest. I lean back, put my hands behind my head, and so forth. This is because I'm trying to pay so close attention that I want my body as relaxed and uncomplaining as possible. But I'm sure it signals to other people that I'm not interested. So I've been changing my posture as I talk to people, and sure enough, they act more engaged when I talk to them.

    So that's a good thing.

    Wed, 14 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Syllables
    [My Christmas tree this year]

    Above is my Christmas tree for this year. Turned out quite nice, in my opinion. I gathered a small collection of eight or ten ornaments from my parents this year, and put up my first real tree. The ornaments look okay, actually; my fears that they would look scarce were unfounded. Instead, it looks...understated. Well, and the billions of candy cances help.

    I'm getting back into development for Syllable Why? I like the community. I like the idea: an easy-to-use OS for home and small office users. I'm impressed at the scale of the goals; this is definitely a WOW! project. I like the possibilities. And I like to write code, so why not?

    ...except I'm the guy who always has too many irons in the fire. I already have half a dozen major projects in the works: the VR story, my young adult novel, Syllable.org itself, DAMmachines.com. Where will I find the time to write Syllable code?

    Actually, I have an answer for that. I'm setting aside about an hour every day to work on a major project. Divided amongst these many projects, that's not much time; some will only get an hour per week. But it's some time, at least, and I can do a fair amount of work in that time. Worth a try.

    Mon, 12 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday Tuxedo

    It's Monday, so I'm feeling fine. Wrote three pages in my paper journal this morning, slammed through my morning routine, took out the trash, and arrived at work fifteen minutes early. Had an easy day, taking care of a few things and talking to my boss. I felt like a professional. Just got home and slammed through half a dozen little chores.

    I'm on top of the world.

    Much like Jackie Chan in The Tuxedo, which I watched last night, as a very lame segue. I liked it more than I expected. It has some wirework, but less than I thought it would, and it had a tighter script than most Chan films. And it's very nicely lit and filmed, which helps.

    They needed a dapper British guy to play the gentleman that Jackie drives everywhere (and eventually takes the place of). So they got Lucius Malfoy. Almost impossible to watch without wanting to rip his eyeballs out for trying to kill Harry Potter. Ah well. He did a great job nevertheless.

    Sun, 11 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Status Report

    I didn't bake as many cookies as I'd hoped; I only have six batches complete now, which is four short of my goal. But then, my parents were here for most of the day; my Mom sewing curtains and my Dad cleaning up the grout in my little foyer for me, so I was spending a good amount of the day with them. Plus we went out to lunch.

    Not that I'm complaining at all; we had a great time, and I'm always glad to have them over. I should be able to finish the cookies this week. In fact, I may be able to make two batches tomorrow, since I have two doughs sitting in the fridge.

    Saturday was a bit more exciting; I had an Otherspace meeting. We're making good progress on the DC Anime Club TV ad, but more importantly, I had a great time at the meeting. We were comfortable. We chatted and laughed and worked. It was exactly how I want this studio to be.

    Fri, 09 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Bits and Pieces

    Woke up to a veritable winter wonderland, but one with a deadly secret (dum dum DUMMMM): the snowstorm ended with a finale of sleet, so the roads were like frozen ponds. As I journalled and sipped a cup of tea, I saw people carefully maneuvering their cars onto the roads, and decided to wait a little bit before heading to work. I'm glad I did; the day was comparatively warm, so that by the time I left, the roads were covered mostly with slush.

    And there's new VR story up. I'm not maintaining a large buffer of content, but I'm not sure if I need to; I've nearly finished the story. There's probably less than two thousand words left to the VR story, which kinda amazes me because I've been writing it for two years now. Two years. And it should be over in a couple of months.

    At which point, I want to completely rewrite it. But such is the nature of writing.

    By the way, I didn't bake any cookies today, despite having such an easy day. Spent quite a bit of time at home, but spent it working on online projects or goofing off watching MST3K. Oh well.

    Thu, 08 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, December 8, 2005

    Woke up and felt like chewed bubblegum. Shot out an e-mail to folks at work, explaining how I felt and that I'd be in to work late. Not a problem; my calendar was clear today, and the program for which I'm responsible is hosting its customer today, so my "bosses" would be plenty busy without me.

    So I got an extra couple of hours of sleep, and woke up feeling refreshed for once. Zipped in to work and took care of a few things, then came home a little early to get started on my baking.

    Thus begins Christmas Cookie season. As I've mentioned to practically all of my friends and acquaintances recently, I'll be baking about ten different types of Christmas cookies this weekend. To start off, I'm baking some of the more difficult cookies each night leading up to Sunday, when I'll roll up my sleeves and bake the rest.

    Tonight's challenge: Candy Cane Cookies. They're two strands of dough, one white and one red, twisted into the shape of a candy cane. They look great, but they're a pain to make. You have to make the dough—which is near the consistency of bread dough, quite tough—and twist it into the appropriate shapes, despite it falling apart, then bake it for quite a bit longer than the recipe calls for, then transfer the cookies to the baking sheets without moving them too much or they'll fall apart.

    I still have nine of them whole. :sigh: Ah well.

    Wed, 07 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Work Matters

    I've been reading a book on the early history of jazz. The book's titled, appropriately enough, Early Jazz by Gunther Schuller. It's a fascinating study of jazz from the turn of the century through the thirties, mostly because Schuller dissects jazz musically during this time. He'll write paragraphs of intense explanation about a particular song's swing. Great stuff.

    And it's fun because it satsifies my curiosity. I've always wanted to know more about jazz, and to be able to appreciate it. This book is my first step.

    I picked up the book from the library because one of my self-help books (The Artist's Way at Work, actually) recommends satisfying your intellectual curiosity at least once per week. And this is. And it feels so, so good.

    Meanwhile, I came across this as I finished my (third?) re-reading of Tom Peters' Brand You 50, and very much wanted to share it with you wonderful people:

    We are sick and tired of whining about lousy bosses. (Or companies.) It is—as we see it—our life. To live...or lose. To form...or allow to be formed.

    Dilbert is hilarious. (I.e., on the money.) And there's the rub. Dilbert stands not only for cynicism (an emotion I appreciate) but also for the de facto acceptance of power-less-ness. Power-less-ness ... at the coolest time in centuries to make a mark. And that is where I draw the line!

    It is my life. To live fully. Or not. And I damn well intend to live it fully. And I don't think I'm alone.

    Tue, 06 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, December 6, 2005

    Man, long day. I was kept at work late again tonight, so that I ended up working a ten-hour day. Long days like that are why I gave up programming as a full-time job.

    Not that I wouldn't consider a full-time programming job in the right environment—proper pair programming, pervasive unit testing, a "WOW!" goal. Until then? Nah, I'd rather go home at five.

    But it was a long day, not a particularly hard one. I spent much of the day puttering around the office; I've been working so hard for the past week or so that I decided to take a day "off" and straighten up a few things. I'm glad I did, too; I feel more rested now.

    I can feel myself settling into my routines. I'm more comfortable taking frequent breaks to walk or get a cup of tea or what-have-you, and I'm meditating more often. I'm also stopping my online conversations at reasonable hours now, too, so I can get to bed and to sleep.

    Rituals have surprising amounts of power.

    Mon, 05 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, Saturday, Sunday

    OK, yeah, haven't updated this since Thursday. But! I spent Friday moving Syllable.org to a new server (which involved hand-tuning a lot of code that didn't expect to suddenly be in a subdirectory), and Saturday I had an Otherspace meeting, then went straight from there to Guy's Night Out. And I spent Sunday just relaxing, which I very much needed.

    The Otherspace meeting went exactly as I hoped it would: we divvied up responsibility for the new commercial we'll be working on, we had a lot of good discussion, and we did a good amount of work. I felt energized when I left.

    And I arrived at Guy's Night Out to a small gang of friends that one of the regulars had invited. Which was fine; just a bit of a surprise to see half a dozen teenagers. Not sure why I was surprised; he said he'd invited a bunch of guys.

    In any event, this was to be a special night: one of the regulars is now stationed in Japan, and I'd agreed with him to try videoconferencing with him. So I set up the camcorder and logged online, but he wasn't there. So we started the first movie (The Creature From the Black Lagoon), then stopped and had dinner. He still wasn't online. We finished Creature...and he still wasn't online. We watched the last half of the first Rurouni Kenshin OVA. Still wasn't online. He watched an MST3K episode. He never came online.

    Still, we had a good time. Creature was a solid (but dated) little monster film, Kenshin was as brilliant as I'd remembered, and MST3K was hilarious as always.

    As mentioned before, Sunday was a day of rest. I watched some Gundam, some Digimon, and a couple episodes of Densha Otoko. Major, silly frustration: I thought I had all ten episodes of Densha, so I was looking forward to finishing it. But when I got to the end of the tenth episode, it was a cliffhanger. I yelled in surprise and hopped online. There are eleven episodes. Arg! So the eleventh is downloading as I write this, and I should have it by tonight.

    But, you know, it was my mistake, and it's rather selfish to complain about forgetting to download the final episode of a bit of entertainment. It is a fantastic bit of entertainment, too. Like most good Japanese shows, it's good comedy, and good romance, and good drama. And this show understand the dynamics of the internet as well as any other series I've ever seen. The online community that forms around Densha feels exactly right, and that's no small accomplishment.

    In any event, that was my weekend. I've had some other little frustrations, but I have other things to take care of now. Until later....

    Thu, 01 Dec 05 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Requirements, and the impact thereof

    Well, I'm beat. I've been suffering from weird sleep patterns for the last few days; I went to bed at 9:00 on Tuesday, then on Wednesday couldn't go to sleep until 2 a.m. I came home from work early and slept the afternoon away, and now I feel exhausted. Weird, and a bit frustrating.

    I've also spent the past few days supporting Saalon as he attempts to assemble a video for a youth group he's working with. I feel bad for him. He signs up for projects that have vague requirements, only to find out that the requirements are not all that vague. People actually do know what they want; they just don't communicate it well.

    The same is true in software. A customer can provide detailed requirements, but those requirements don't necessarily communicate what the customer really wants. And it's not because there's something wrong with the customer; most people just have a tough time formulating an exact vision of their desires. They don't have a clear idea of what they want until they see some an actual implementation, at which point their subconscious can tell them, "No, I don't want that; I want it more like this."

    I've noticed the same as I use eHarmony. When I first started using the service, I had no idea of what I wanted. As I spent time looking at literally hundreds of matches, I realized I needed to narrow down my search, so I scheduled some time to sit down and brainstorm my ideal wife. 'Twas quite revealing; I realized that I want a quiet, bookish girl, similar to myself, who thinks deeply. That said, I don't want a complete book nerd. That became my template, and my search became much easier.

    That experience opened my eyes to the number of girls whose specifications of "what they want" were so vague as to be almost useless. "I want someone kind, who I can talk to." Well, duh; who says they want an abusive, uncommunicative boor for a husband?

    Anyvay. Good news on the Otherspace front: we're going to start work on a 30-second TV commercial for the DC Anime Club. The animators came up with three ideas, which we presented to the club president. He picked a Dragonball Z parody, so we'll be mapping out the work on that whe we meet this weekend. I'm looking forward to it; it'll be a nice break from our Summer Storm work, and something to keep us busy as I build up some cash.

    Speaking of which, I may have a renter! I spoke with a very nice guy who's looking for a room to rent just during the week, as he's commuting a long way to work a few minutes' away from here. So he'd basically just be sleeping here, which works nicely for me. It seems pretty ideal to me, though now I need to contact the other potential renter who disappeared for a while, and check on her availability. I'd complain, except that I'm complaining about finding different ways to make money off my spare room. Ain't that bad.

    Mon, 30 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Fun?

    Doing your work isn't always fun. In fact, it's usually not fun.

    But that's not quite right either. While I'm doing it, it's fun. Getting to that point—pulling out the laptop, opening the file, reading through what I've written so far, typing the first few words—that's not fun.

    But, when you turn pro, you realize this. You accept that it's not fun. You do it anyway. You realize that the not-fun setting up is just a prelude to a lot of fun.

    And, if you keep on pushing through that not-fun, you eventually look back and realize that you have a lot of work done. Like today: I'm over seven thousand words into the rough draft of Giant Armors, which amazes me even as I type this. That's about a quarter of the entire novel; maybe more, depending on how the rest of it goes.

    Tonight, I'm cleaning up a last few grammatical stains and blemishes, then submitting the first chapter to my writing group. Hooray! I have actual, real content to show to other people.

    And that's fun.

    I'll also note I've re-arranged this journal layout yet again. Now that the VR story's done, I don't really need the center column, so I removed it and put the rest of the stuff that was there over in the left-hand side of the page. I'm still not completely satisfied with this layout, but then I've never been completely satisfied with my journal's layout. Ah well; I can always do a bit more tweaking.

    Sun, 29 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous So, What Matters?

    From a song I woke up to this morning:

    Blood, sweat, and tears
    Really don't matter
    Just the things that you do
    In this garden.

    I take this to mean that you're not judged based on how much effort you put into your work; you're judged based on your work. Very true. And not necessarily a bad thing.

    Sat, 28 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Administrivia

    I just discovered that the Atom feed on this site no longer worked, thanks to advances in the Atom specification. It should work now.

    How did I discover this? I've subscribed to my own journal in my RSS reader. This keeps my own work "in my face," so I immediately know if something goes wrong.

    Fri, 27 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous So You're Upset

    And Resistance struck again.

    I received some upsetting news from my parents last night. Not exactly a death in the family; just some further developments in an unfortunate family dispute. It was a bit depressing.

    So, today, I wrote another few hundred words of Giant Armors.

    Not because I wanted to. I very much didn't want to. I was upset by this news, for real and legitimate reasons.

    But if I'm going to turn pro, I'm going to have to do my work no matter what. Even if I'm a bit depressed. Even if there are other distracting problems in my life. Even when it's difficult.

    I did my work. Not as much as I would have liked to, perhaps, but I did it.

    I feel very good about that.

    Mon, 23 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous On Faith

    I saw The Lion, The Witch, and the Wardrobe this weekend. High production values created a solid film. I have my quibbles, but they're just quibbles.

    What struck me most about the movie was that it could have been made five years ago. The technology certainly existed then. Narnia presented no particular technical challenges beyond those faced in, say, The Fellowship of the Ring (though it certainly benefitted from the problems worked out in the Rings films).

    So why wasn't Narnia made five years ago? Because the right people didn't have faith in it then. They had to see a successful, big-budget fantasy film before they'd believe that people would go to see Narnia. If The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe had come out before The Fellowship of the Ring, imagine how much more popular it would have been. Imagine how much more money it would have made, as people marvelled at it.

    All it took was faith.

    Sun, 22 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Where Do You Find The Time?

    Quite possibly the single biggest limiation on my lifestyle is finding the time to work on all my projects.

    Note: I have time to work on them. The problem is making sure that I get around to each and every one of these projects regularly.

    Right now, I have the following major projects:

    • Animation
    • Writing Giant Armors
    • Improving Syllable.org
    • Writing a website for a friend
    • Improving security and general maintenance on this web server
    • Blogging
    • Keeping up with the anime market
    • Scheduling Guy's Night Out
    • Cooking and baking

    Now, some of that gets done "in the cracks" anyway; if I'm bored, I'll pull up Anime News Network or watch an episode of anime.

    The problem comes with some of the more difficult jobs, like website development. It's very easy to let that slip for a week or two.

    And if it slips, so what? Well, some of these projects are being done for other people. Since I'm "turning professional" (in other words, everything I do is professional-grade), I don't want to leave my work for them hanging for a long time.

    How to solve this? Well, I have a few systems I'm working on. I have a card listing each of my projects taped to the side of my monitor, so I can easily glance at it. I've written my projects up on my whiteboard, along with the dates I last contacted my client on that project.

    None of them are working, though. I'm beginning to wonder if I would benefit from having something huge that bugs me constantly.

    Don't know. I'm still working on this. Any suggestions?

    Wed, 18 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Brief Soapboxing

    Bankrupt airlines should not be given bankrupty protection. They should be allowed to die.

    I do not want to pay (through my taxes to the government which provides this bankrupty protection) for a bankrupt airline. I'd rather two-thirds of the existing airlines die, if they can't figure out a way to stay profitable.

    Fri, 13 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, January 13, 2006

    Just got back from a visit with my parents, where I partook of an excellent Chinese-style meal, helped my Mom with her Motorola Razr phone, and filmed myself in their basement. Filmed myself in their basement? Yeah. It's for an advertisement that Otherspace is making for a local anime club; part of it involves a shot of an otaku sitting in a basement somewhere, looking bored. So I volunteered to be that otaku. Turned out pretty well; I look appropriately spacey.

    Meanwhile, I spent the end of this week recovering from the beginning of the week. Which is good, of course; lets me catch a breather and get back into the swing of things.

    As a result, I haven't done much of anything, though. Very little progress on Giant Armors, and practically nothing on anything else. Oh well; it's not like I have deadlines on these things.

    No, this isn't going anywhere. It's late on a Friday night, and I'm tired. Haven't gotten quite enough sleep lately, so I'm functioning in that zone where you're awake, but...slightly drained. Like someone's cast a "Shortened Attention Span" spell on you.

    OK, enough of this rambling. Time for some SLEEP!

    Tue, 10 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Bad And Good

    It almost got me! Almost. Resistance came this close to derailing me today.

    It started yesterday, as I realized that I need to completely rewrite chapter one of my young adult novel, Giant Armors, within the next day or two if I want to get it to my writer's group in time for them to review it by our next meeting. So I knew I'd have to get some writing done at lunch today.

    So this morning I slept through my alarm. I sent an apologetic e-mail in to work, then went out to my truck to discover a $100 ticket because I don't have a city decal. Great. I got in to work to discover a surprisingly unpleasant e-mail from a customer. Looking back, I think it wasn't directed at me, but it was still a shock. And, while the symptoms of my illness are gone, I still don't have all my energy back.

    I was feeling despair. I didn't want to do anything. And I realized that Resistance almost had me. It was keeping me from my novel. It was using these events as roadblocks to finishing that chapter. And it almost had me.

    My back straightened. At lunch, I sat down and re-wrote the first four hundred words of chapter one of Giant Armors.

    It's been a bad day. And it's been a very good day.

    Mon, 09 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Plateau

    Saalon writes about his pretty bad year. Here's the comment I left on his blog:

    I'm reminded of a concept from the book "Mastery:" The learning process is not a steady ride upwards. It is a series of plateaus punctuated by upward movement. Most of one's time is spent on the plateau.

    So, the book contends, learn to appreciate the plateau. Understand that you are just building up to visible growth.

    When a house is built, the builders must first dig down into the earth and work below ground before the building begins to rise.

    Sun, 08 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, January 8, 2006

    Would've written something scintillating on here, except our server was down...again...all day.

    I am powerfully resisting the urge to explain things here, as that would probably be bad for me. Meanwhile, my illness has relapsed (with a sore throat this time) and while my day has been relatively enjoyable, I've spent all of it waiting for this server to come back online so I could do StUFF with it.

    :sigh:

    Sat, 07 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous My Work

    Amazing what a few days of illness can do for a person.

    Seriously. Sure, I spent much of that time watching anime and Good Eats (finished season seven!), but I also spent a fair amount of it doing nothing. Just thinking. And that's a very good thing.

    I also re-read more of The War of Art, and contemplated turning pro. And then began to turn pro, in my writing and for Otherspace. In fact, yesterday, while I was still feeling sick, I wrote another five hundred words of the rough draft of Giant Armors.

    This doesn't deserve honor. Man is guaranteed only his work, not even the fruit of his work. I simply worked.

    Though even that caused me some consternation. This novel is taking me quite awhile to write. I'm a little unsure about my experiment of writing multiple, increasingly detailed drafts, since it takes so long (comparatively speaking) to write each draft. I want to get this thing over and done with.

    On the other hand, that's part of the experiment. I want to try it out, work it over, see what happens. Maybe this will take too long, but I'd rather follow the experiment all the way through to the end than cut out partway through and never know the exact results. So, I'll continue on.

    Speaking of finishing things: I just posted the final bit of the VR story. It's over. Finally complete. I started it over two years ago, and now I've finally reached an ending, 25,000 words later. I don't particularly like the ending, nor the crazy, chaotic path I took to reach it. But at least I reached it. Maybe someday I'll revisit this and turn it into a more reasonable story. Who knows? In the meantime, I'll continue my work.

    Tue, 03 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Resistance

    Started re-reading Steven Pressfield's The War of Art last night. What an amazing book. It's been another good swift kick in the seat of my pants.

    I've let Resistance whittle down my work on my novel. I've accepted rationalizations and let time slip by. No more. Today, now, I choose to work on that which furthers my purpose in life.

    In other news, the VR story will end this Friday. Really. I plan to post the final snippet on Friday. I suspect nobody will like the ending. Heck, I don't like the ending. But it's the only ending that I think is appropriate.

    Mon, 02 Jan 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Musings on Media Deprivation

    And I'm back online. Boy, that was an experience.

    By the end, I craved more media. I wanted easy stimulation. And that worries me. Stimulation is easy, sure, and it's not necessarily bad, but it's not necessarily good, either. I wonder if I wouldn't be better off with fewer distractions.

    Or maybe I just shouldn't rip myself away from all media for such a long period of time. Oddly, I most missed DVDs, not books or the web or newspapers as I'd expected. I really want to be able to "zone out" to a brainless DVD like an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. What if I "zoned out" by just...well...sleeping? Or at least dozing or something? Or look at a fire or out the window instead of re-watching Manos: The Hands of Fate for the fifth time.

    Oh well. I'm back, and I'm certainly glad I had that experience.

    I have been baking a lot over the past week or so, thanks primarily to an infusion of the TV show Good Eats before and after (and, I admit it, some during) my media vacation. I'm making some of the dishes from various episodes, and enjoying myself. I bought a bag of potatoes and made a simple potato gratin, mashed potatoes, and baked potatoes on various days. None were great, but they were all edible at least. I'm learning. Ooooh, I also made homemade lemon ice cream, and that was/is fabulous. I don't know why I'd buy ice cream from the store again.

    Gah, I can't write well tonight. I guess it is getting late; I'll end this here.

    Tue, 28 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Physicality

    So, after recovering from my illness, I had some trouble getting to sleep, and as a result I've felt tired for the past couple of days. Which means that I haven't gotten much done. Which I guess is further proof of Brennen's maxim that I quoted a few days ago, "You can't get away from the physical world."

    Another example: A couple of the comments made on this blog recently hurt me. As in, they made me feel a bit depressed for the past two days. Why?

    As much as food, water, and air, humans need community. Not necessarily a thrumming metropolis, but just as surely as an urbanite has her bars or gym, a geek will have his IRC channels and D&D group. We're wired for it.

    So, those comments represented a break in my community, albeit a temporary break. A subtle (or not-so-subtle) rejection. And that break hit my nerve-level need for community.

    It's all better now. But that's a good reminder. You can't get away from the physical world.

    Comments:

    BrennenI think there is maybe an unspoken etiquette to this kind of forum (as much as it is a forum) which the comments you're referring to violate one way or the other. Anonymous statements to the effect of "you are whiny and lazy look at me I am much cooler than you and better equipped to deal with life" never feel great. I wouldn't sweat it much.
    ShadroneWith the comments open to the whole net to write, you will get that sort of thing. But, I wouldn't put any weight behind a comment that isn't worth signing ones name to. If Mr. Perfect had a blog, someone, somewhere would post anon "j00 sux0r" to it. BTW, I use the screen anon on LJ just to deal with such people. Anything valid I'll unscreen, but there are just some plain trolls out there.
    GretI agree with both comments, and the post.
    StephenSo is it good, or bad that I don't have such a commentary problem on my livejournal? Woo...hoo? :-)
    Fri, 24 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Confronting My World

    I've rarely ever felt satisfied by my work, and I may be beginning to understand why.

    I've typically lived in the future. I was always dreaming of adventures and what might be. That manifested in my love of science fiction, naturally, and my general demeanor. I was always trying to figure things out, to get to where things were going. Which is a bad habit in conversations. I rarely listened deeply and fully to others.

    Over the past few years, I've been spending more time in the present. I've been focusing on that which occurs here and now, in the moment. I've been learning to concentrate on the words and actions of others, observing every nuance of body language and tone of voice. Not so I can "get to where things are going," but so I can fully understand them. People have responded with great enthusiasm to this change.

    So, I've broadened my focus from just the future, to also include the present. For the past few days, I've been widening that scope further to regard the past. What have I done today? What have I done this week?

    This is not so that I can tally up a score for myself, exactly. It does let me look realistically at my work.

    In the past, my work was never enough, because I was always looking at the future. Completed work wasn't in the future, so it didn't count on some level. Once it was done, it's like it never existed. So I was forever chasing after work that evaporated in my hands.

    Now that I'm including the past in my thinking, I'm much more content with myself. I see how much I really am accomplishing. I see that I really am doing all sorts of things that make me happy.

    This doesn't solve any problems, really. But it does make me better able to confront my world.

    Comments:

    AnimomBRAVO! These sound like productive and positive changes.
    AnonymousPerhaps you could make yourself available to other people who need help - money-wise, morale boosting, etc. You sound rather self absorbed.
    AnonymousAs an artist myself, I can understand some of your thinking, but you sound like a small voice in the wilderness. Get out there and quit being so whiny!
    GretI think the self-absorbtion [sp?] comes from the fact that this is a blog about his life, in my humble but accurate opinion.
    Lara"This doesn't solve any problems, really." - I think figuring out more about yourself does solve problems, in a way, only these would be problems that others don't see. And focusing on what one has achieved, as well as what one will, is a great step - accomplishment tends to be a good feeling, and that helps one's mood overall.
    AnimomProblems solved may not just be present, but future ones avoided completely. Accomplishments no matter how small they may seem, encourage one to more. Most of all your honest thoughts and insight gained, can benefit others as well. Thanks for sharing from your life, Brent -- struggles and successes.
    Thu, 23 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Play While Hurt

    So I've been sick the past couple of days. Well, the past two weeks, really, but sick enough to stay home from work for the past couple of days.

    Which has gotten me to thinking. I'm home, and I have all this spare time. Obviously, I can't be as productive as I would be were I healthy. But why not spend some of that time on my various and sundry projects? I could at the very least, say, blog more, or review server logs. I could even write. I don't do any of these; I surf the web.

    Why? Sure, I want to relax. But why not spend that "down time" doing something useful? If my body is resting, why can't I use my mind?

    I guess it's because the mind and body are linked (to quote Brennen, "You can't get away from the physical world."). An ill body makes for an ill mind, to coin a Franklin-esque aphorism that's probably more cute than true.

    So, the question becomes: could I spend that recharge time doing something useful? Watching anime I've been meaning to watch? This would require some discipline, to push myself to do that instead of watching another MST3K episode. But...why not?

    Comments:

    BrentBy the way, in response to requests, you can now have a larger textbox for writing comments. Just edit your preferences (click [Edit prefs]), select the larger text box, and click the "Save" button.
    GretTo me sickness is your body saying, "It's time to take a rest" but at te same time what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Go for it.
    BrentOn the other hand, what doesn't kill you can make you feel terrible for decades....
    AnonymousWatching anime is something useful that requires dicipline? Is it like, Grave of the Fireflies or something?
    Animom"Do what you can do and what you can do is enough." I subscribe to that. Especially don't feel the ought to's when you're sick. You're real job is to get well. After that -- well - only YOU can decide what you're up to doing. You go like a house a fire most of the time, Brent -- sometimes you may just NEED a rest. :o)
    AnonymousRest your mind- rest your body - rest your soul - then get on with the rest of your life.
    Mon, 20 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, February 20, 2006

    I spent Sunday afternoon at a large mall, so I could be more creative.

    I don't much like malls. Especially crowded ones, as this mall was. But after waking up one morning last week to find my bedsheet had a long rip down the center, which eventually became so wide the bedsheet was split in half, I decided to brave the crowds.

    Besides, I needed to recharge my batteries. Much as I want to get things done, I also recognize the need to recharge. How can one recharge? The Artist's Way At Work recommends taking a couple of hours every week to experience something creative. Alone.

    How was the mall creative? I observed people and culture. I studied little knicknacks. I spent quite a lot of time in an Asian furniture store, and ended up buying a Japanese tea set and a piece of Chinese cork art. I stopped in the LEGO store and stood, agape, at the new anime-themed mecha sets (complete with random kanji on the boxes). And I thought about what that meant for Otherspace.

    In other words, I consciously gave myself space to recharge my creative juices. And I do feel more creative.

    Comments:

    NikHmmmmm good idea to keep one's mind away from work for a while. Also interesting about the LEGO sotre comment. Asian culture seems to be popping up everywhere these days. I keep wondering if this is just a long fad which will fizzle out in 5 or 10 years. O well, all good things must come to an end.
    Lara
    LaraMalls can be nice for thinking and wandering about. I don't think that much of anyone would bat an eye at a person who came there just to sketch, or to take notes, or just to look. (Well. That didn't work the first time.)
    ShadroneTo recharge I often kill pixels. Other rare times I build something, or generally work with my hands on something that feels productive.
    AnimomFree cell recharges me for some strange reason.
    AnimomStirring the creative juices!? Yep, sounds right. I remember a time when malls were well populated with plants and sun windows, but, sadly, that has changed. (Presumably because of vandalism, and the expense of it.) Possibly a walk in the woods would be just as refreshing and creative?
    BrentA walk in the woods definitely recharges me, but it was about 35 degrees Fahrenheit on Sunday, so that was out.
    AnonymousIt was 35 degrees [Fahrenheit] today, and I forced myself to shape up for lacross season by jogging 2 miles, then afterwards doing running excercises
    Fri, 17 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, February 17, 2006

    One of the goals of self-improvement is being able to do more things, or do all the things you're currently doing in less time. People often confuse those goals and, with the time saved, do more things.

    Which is not to say that one can't, for example, trim down one's life to so few projects that one can add another project or two and stay sane. There's a sweet spot, and unfortunately that sweet spot is different for different people (it also changes over time).

    This is something I'm trying to figure out. What is my "sweet spot?" How many projects can I comfortably keep up with, while also maintaining a social life and free time?

    Right now, I have seven projects. I'm trying to figure out how to cut that down to six. I may not be able to do that, but I also may be able to do enough on my existing projects that they take very little time, allowing me to add another project.

    Still, seven feels too big.

    Comments:

    BrennenI think my sweet spot is, perhaps unfortunately, in the neighborhood of 0 at any given time. There is just not much space on the stack, so to speak.
    BrennenActually, I like the stack model. If I were into that sort of thing, I'd design a geeky personal productivity system based on pushing & popping things into/from a literal physical stack, and write a blog post in the hopes of sparking some kind of hipster-PDAish fad.
    StephenSounds nifty, but more nifty if there could be parallel, linked stacks. I.e. "Learning to Program" could be on "personal" and "professional" stacks, and at different levels on each. Ok. How about a webs of projects. A core goal in the center and supporting goals surrounding?
    BrennenI think you might be getting into "Getting Things Done" territory there, but I haven't actually paid much attention to the whole GTD phenomenon.
    StephenI've never heard of GTD. But then, I've never really been all that goal oriented :-)
    BrennenYou might actually get a kick out of browsing around over on 43 folders (Google should provide a link). I'm not exactly an organization geek, but the tools-oriented vibe appeals to me.
    Tue, 14 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous ...or Indifferent

    Now that I have comments, I want to write something. So, inevitably, I'm tempted to write about writing comments. Heh. I added comments because I honestly want to hear from you all. I want us all to chat.

    Though I don't know how I'll be able to participate, because I'm exhausted. I've re-committed myself to doing a lot of work at work, so I've been busier in the last few days than I have in, well, the last few weeks (at least, that's what it feels like). Which is good, of course, all things considered. But this is the second night where I've come home and felt utterly unable to do anything.

    Indeed, last night I went back out to 7-11 (a local convenience store), bought a bag of Doritos and some premium ice cream, and ate them while watching an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. That was Monday night.

    So, yeah, I could have been a lot more productive lately at home. But I sure haven't felt like it. So, I haven't been.

    Is this good? Or bad? Or something else?

    Comments:

    AnimomI think everybody needs and deserves some down time. I vote it's good.
    StephenAnd, as an aside. Writing long posts isn't easy in a one line text field. Or is this to discourage windy writing? :-)
    BrennenI really like the IRC-style input. This might be a sign of lingering nostalgia for IRC, but I actually think it works well because there's no burden to essentially write an entire post every time you comment. It's actually more like a discussion than most efforts at discussion boards.
    Brennen(The inputline could be a little bigger, maybe - 2 lines high? - but I think the basic design is really sound.)
    BrennenWell, I just got myself into a work-week that borders on impossible, for the next month or maybe two. I can sympathize.
    ShadroneThere is a limit on how much one can accomplish without overstressing. Long work days cut into home time, so be sure to count the productivity at work in your daily total. I've got projects that have been waiting months for free time to do at home b'c of work schedules, you know, like vaccuming and the dishes.
    BrentHmmm. Good points, all. (And great to see you, Shadrone!). I have been much more productive at work. So that counts for something.
    AnonymousResting can be productive
    BrennenSometimes I think that productivity is a skewed metric.
    StephenExactly. What *is* productivity?
    BrentWell, I define productivity as progress towards a goal. And, obviously, accomplishing goals isn't everything there is to life. But it is an important part.
    StephenBut how do you measure progress to a goal? Especially if that goal isn't a definite. If I'm working on a list of ten items and I check off three, then I can measure my productivity. But when there isn't a definite list of objectives, how can one measure productivity? If you shoehorn productivity goals into nebulous areas of improvement (like learning to write, or draw, or whatever) you introduce a means of convincing yourself that you are making progess if you aren't. Checkmarks have a way of impling improvement even if it isn't there.
    Sun, 12 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Monk with Heavy Thoughts

    I've been reading a book titled Wisdom Tales From Around The World. I've heard this particular story before, but it always makes me think. So, I'd like to share it with you all (slightly changed):

    As two Zen monks walked along a muddy, rain-drenched road, they came upon a lovely woman attempting to cross a large mud puddle. The elder monk stopped beside the woman, lifted her in his arms, and carried her across the puddle. He set her gently down on the dry ridge of the road as the younger monk discreetly admired her charms.

    After bowing politely to the woman, the two monks continued down the muddy road. The younger monk was sullen and silent as they walked. They traveled over hills, down around valleys, through a town, and under forest trees. At last, after many hours had passed, the younger monk could stay silent no longer. He turned to his elder and exclaimed, "You are aware that we monks do not touch women! Why did you carry that girl?"

    The elder monk turned and smiled. He said, "My dear young brother, you have such heavy thoughts! I left the woman alongside the road hours ago. Why are you still carrying her?"

    Comments:

    AnonymousSo it is Zen that, if I may put it metaphorically, a wise man said "the perfect man employs his mind as a mirror. It grasps nothing, it refuses nothing. It receives but does not keep." And another poem says of wild geese flying over a lake, "The wild geese do not intend to cast their reflection, and the water has no mind to retain their image." - Alan Watts, Lecture on Zen
    StephenAhh, better now.
    AnonymousHmm, that comment above is mine, but has "anonymous"
    AnonymousHow about now?
    AnonymousHa. Okay. The tags on the left say .
    Anonymous- Stephen
    BrentClick either the little icon next to the text box, or the "(tell me your name)" link, to set your name as a cookie on this site.
    BrennenNice.
    BrentThanks, Bren!
    StephenI did set my name as a cookie. It even displays on the left side, but it wasn't (isn't) displaying my name.
    Fri, 10 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Problem with Over-Thinking

    Flexibility can turn into "openness" which can turn into inflexibility. Witness this quote from a roommate advertisement on CraigsList:

    "I'm very open-minded and don't want to live with anyone who is not."

    Comments:

    Anonymous:o) Thanks for the opportunity to comment! Trying to figure out over-thinking and it's giving me a headache. :oD
    AnonymousWow. When you say very soon now you really do mean very soon. Comments!
    Thu, 09 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sorry, Peter

    One of the keys to self-improvement is to be able to recognize when your own personal little world is changing due to outside influences. We each have hobbies and markets that we're involved in, and over time they're impacted by technology and public opinion. We have to recognize these changes and act on them.

    Consider "Old Media"—TV, newspapers, radio, etc. Peter Chermin, president and COO of News Corporation, wrote a glowing editorial on the wonderful potential of new technology for his medium. His basic premise: Old Media isn't dead; new technology just offers more opportunities for growth.

    Well, yes, and no. Because the one thread running throughout Mr. Chermin's piece is the idea of consumers as generic consumers, of media as mass media. His contention appears to be that, if mass media can just take advantage of new technology, it can reach more of the same sorts of people it reaches now.

    But increasingly, people aren't interested in mass media. The people I know get news and entertainment from very specific sources. There are fewer and fewer "generic consumers" any more. My parents buy their food at a small market, watch one cable channel (BBC America, at that), and use personalized webmail through this very server (e.g., not Gmail, Hotmail, etc.). Mass media just don't reach people the way they used to.

    And that's always the danger. Even when you see change, and even when you change your attitude towards the change itself, you don't always change your life in response to the consequences. When you can completely change yourself as a response to change, then you're on the path to self-improvement.

    At least, that's what I think.

    Wed, 08 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, February 8, 2006

    [Colorado 2006]

    I've now uploaded the pictures I took while vacationing with Brennen last weekend.

    Tue, 07 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Back

    And I've returned from an amazing weekend with Brennen. I'm bushwhacked, so expect an incoherent blog post today.

    The flights out there were uneventful, and I was easily picked up by Brennen at the airport. We then went back and celebrated his girlfriend's birthday by drinking wine and chatting about home schooling with a few of his friends, which was remarkably enjoyable.

    Awoke deliciously late on Saturday, then drove in to the city to walk around. There's this beautiful, all-brick pedestrian mall running down the center of town. It's studded with statues of native animals—bobcats, wolves, bears, etc.—and lined with bookstores, coffee shops, ice cream parlors, etc. We stopped in at an Irish pub for a while, only to soon find ourselves surrounded by young girls changing clothes. They soon stepped onto stage for a full-scale Irish dance performance, not unlike Riverdance. Amazing to watch these girls flit and stomp around the stage like...well, in a way unlike anything else, really.

    We then headed out to a local smoke-filled bar basement, where Tempa and the Tantrums were playing. We'd never heard of them before; turns out they're a fantastic Blues/Jazz/funk band. I bought one of their CDs from their very appreciative lead singer, who despite her petite body had the voice of someone twice her size. Got back home at midnight; wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

    On Sunday, woke up deliciously late again, and went out hiking with Brennen up the large hill behind his house. That took us several hours of leaping from rock to rock, brushing past claw-like brush, drinking plenty of water, and keeping our eyes peeled for rattlesnakes (never saw one). Near the top, we found a little wind-sheltered nook in a copse of trees, literally broke bread, munched on hummus-dipped pita and cheese, and talked about politics, human rights, business, and the world in general for about an hour. It was heaven.

    Spent Monday morning mostly chatting with Brennen's girlfriend, who is a wonderful young woman, and browsing Boulder some more before heading to the airport. The trip back turned out to be more of an ordeal; I had a fairly long layover in Minneapolis, then the flight to Dulles had to land in Pittsburgh because of a sick passenger. Didn't get back home until after 11:00, and didn't get home until after midnight.

    But I wouldn't trade the experience for anything. Why? Because I was with people, connecting with them face-to-face. There's nothing like it. Nothing beats this.

    I want to go back. Like, next month. Wish I could. I'm definitely planning to go back again within a year.

    So that was my weekend. How was yours?

    Thu, 02 Feb 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Cement

    I'll be out of town this weekend, going to see my friend Brennen for a few days. I haven't seen him in eight years.

    We met online about ten years ago, in a chatroom on events.scifi.com. Our brainwaves synced up immediately, and soon we were finishing each others' sentences. Spooky, but it established this decade-old friendship. Perhaps the longest solid friendship I have.

    In any event, I'm certainly looking forward to it. Should be fun to really catch up. And there's just something about a face-to-face meeting that's...well, really important. It cements a relationship.

    And I need more cement.

    So to speak.

    Fri, 31 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Just Like Muscles

    I've been sick most of this week. It's gotten me to thinking about things, particularly the idea of relaxation. Forced relaxation will do that.

    For example, today I spent all day reading Fox Trot and Calvin & Hobbes collections. And boy was it nice to just while away a day, doing absolutely nothing of consequence.

    And then sit down and lose myself in writing. I'm working away at the script for "Leviathans," Otherspace's pitch to Cartoon Network. It was amazing, how some time spent utterly relaxing helped build me up for a creative endeavor that I could just dive into and drink deeply from.

    So, yes, relaxation is great. As long as that relaxation lets you do something. Too many folks have gotten so used to stopping that they never start again.

    Comments:

    StephenThis post looks very similar to your post from Sunday. Good ol' relaxation. But where do you draw the line between useful relaxation and someone stopping so much that they never start again? Who's to say that these stopped people aren't saving up a gigantic torrent of creativity? :-)
    AnimomI like your thought, Stephen. I would take it even further. Not everyone has lots of creations -- some may have only ONE or possibly none! Not everyone is like say... Leonardo da Vinci. Some of us make the environment for others. Some are not creative at all -- or never discover their ability to create. But the combination of ability, discipline AND balance are basic to us all.
    Thu, 30 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, March 30, 2006

    I'm struck by how much we let ourselves be enslaved by our devices.

    Oh, I don't mean literally, and I'm not trying to be alarmist. But, well, how often do we get home from work and immediately gravitate to the computer or TV? Personally, I can't wait to get back online. It makes me feel connected to people and current events.

    Even though, of course, that's a thin, mediocre connection. Really, it's a way to keep busy. It's something to fill our time.

    When actually, if we thought about how we really want to spend our time—What do you want to be doing in ten years?—we probably wouldn't be spending an hour every night on the computer.

    Comments:

    AnonymousIn ten years I want to be playing the greatest video games on the MegaXBox or PS7 or Nintendo Mindweaver. I think playing videogames in my free time is an effective way of preparing for that goal.
    AnonymousAddition: I wnat to be informed about world events and expand my knowledge. Spending time on the Intenet is great for that. Would you consider someone spending time at home with textbooks 100 years ago a waste of effort that would be better utilized?
    GretIn ten years I'd like to be running my own business.
    StephenIn ten years I'd like to be ten years older.
    StephenI don't feel enslaved to any of my devices. They serve me well, but I'm not obligated to turn any of them on.
    BrennenI've felt over-tied to my electronics often enough. And it does seem like a good portion of the 'net is a direct product of compulsive behaviors.
    Tue, 28 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, March 28, 2006

    I avoid writing a post that's just a link to another blog post—I feel, like Brennen, that one should contribute content in a blog, not just redirect the reader to other content—but David Seah writes about a lot of the things I've been thinking about lately in his recent post, Five Things On My Mind. He writes about his desire to spend more time connected to the physical world, and to do things instead of endlessly think and plan them.

    Years ago, when I was thinking of starting software companies and such, I wrote business plans. I never used them. I didn't write a business plan for Otherspace (well, I noodled around with one, but never wrote more than half of it), and I built that into a ten-person company of skilled aritsts.

    As David writes, a business plan or functional spec or any other sort of design document is useful only if it gives you one (or both!) of two things: a clear vision or a simple list of metrics for success. If you already have these, you don't need the plan.

    Comments:

    StephenPlans are always good. They're like comments in code. Easy to write up if everything is planned correctly and useful for reference. So why not?
    BrentBecause every minute you spend planning is a minute you could spend implementing. And if the end result isn't going to help the plan, why bother?
    BrentNote: I'm writing here about detailed plans, not scribbling down ideas and generally wrapping one's head around something.
    StephenBut what good is a clear vision or simple list of metrics if you're the *only* one with them. The thing about a plan is that more than one person can read and make suggestions about it. It's hard to peer review a goal that all in one person's head. Plus a vision and a list don't describe how to reach either of them.
    Sun, 26 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 26, 2006

    It's been a long, long week.

    Didn't realize it until Saturday, but I've been busy basically all day, every day from Thursday through Saturday. On Thursday, I met with one of Otherspace's artists, the character designer for our Cartoon Network pitch. She had some screenplay material that we went over, after I got lost and wandered around for an hour. On Friday, my parents came over and we watched The Magnificent Butcher, plus random videos from Google Video. On Saturday, I made a key lime pie, granola bars, and cinnamon blackberry muffins, attended a weekly Otherspace meeting, and went to Guy's Night Out (Die Hard, the MST3K episode Hobgoblins, and two episodes of Ghost Stories). Got home around 11:15.

    So I took today off. Off from my personal responsibilities as well as my more public ones. The only chore I did today was two loads of laundry. I filled the rest of my time by re-watching The Critic.

    And...it feels so good. I really needed some time to just relax and do nothing of any consequence. To recharge. To refill.

    This week, I've really realized how important it is for a person to have some "off" time. Some time to recharge. Most of the folks I know spend too much time goofing off and too little time feeding their dreams (as far as I can see, at least), so it's been very hard for me to recognize this need. But it's there.

    Comments:

    Animom:o)
    AnonymousAs far as you can see they spend too much time goofing off? What folks do you see but don't talk to are you talking about here? Their slacking off has made you not realize that relaxing once in a while is good? Also, "I really needed some time to [...] do nothing of any consequence." I don't think you need to worry about that.
    StephenNice. Anyhoo, despite what some anonymous say, relaxing is all well and good. But what happened with eHarmony?
    AnimomKey lime pie sounds delicious. Also, lemon poppy seed muffins are a favorite of mine. Glad you're getting some much needed R&R. I also think you should eliminate anonymous comments. You don't deserve to be a target.
    BrentI've been going out with a young woman from eHarmony, so I haven't really gone back there for a while. I'm pleased with it so far.
    Tue, 21 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous On/Off

    Okay. Based on some excellent advice from a reader of this blog—and the advice of Tom Peters—I've decided to pare down my list of projects again.

    As you may recall, I recently pared down my list of projects (see my February 17th entry) from about fifteen to seven. That list shifted around a bit as some of those projects shifted into maintenance mode and others were added, but as of yesterday, I still had seven significant ongoing duties. I'm cutting that down to four. And one of those four will be toned down.

    • Otherspace remains unchanged.
    • I'll keep blogging.
    • I'll continue to cook, since I really do love doing that.
    • I'll still be keeping up with admin on this web server, but I'm going to move into a less active role. I won't worry as much about checking logs every day.
    • I'm going to stop my Syllable work, so that I'm only "on call" to fix bugs on the website, blog occcasionally in Syllable Labs and generally play around with the operating system and the community. E.g., a few minutes of attention here and there, totally at my leisure.
    • Giant Armors, my young adult novel, is going on hiatus for the next month or so. Once the month has passed, I'll re-evaluate whether I have the time to finish it.
    • RPG nights with some local friends will have to go on hiatus, too. They've been really busy with schoolwork lately anyway, so if we pause now, we can re-start in the summer and have plenty of time to play and get into a rhythm.

    I feel really good about these changes. I didn't realize until last night just how creatively drained I am, and how much I'd benefit from plenty of time off from my various responsibilities.

    Comments:

    Andreyeah ... i guess you should do what feels good...
    AnonymousSounds good, one should do as many projects as they feel comfortable with. Otherwise things may be really painful and annoying after a while.
    Mon, 20 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, March 20, 2006

    I am tired.

    I'm tired of being the adult.

    I'm tired of being the responsible one.

    I'm tired of being the one with the answers.

    I'm tired of being the one who looks beyond the surface.

    It's more of a burden than I realized. And I'm not complaining; I'm just saying that I'm tired and discouraged that I seem to be the only person I know who's "on top of things."

    Which means I need to feel my feelings, acknowledge them, let them play out, and get on with life. I'm sure I'll feel much better about this in a day or so.

    Comments:

    Andreyeah ... i can imagine how you must feel ...
    Thu, 16 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Death

    If you knew there was a 30% chance you'll die in your sleep tonight, what might you do differently today?

    Okay, why not do it?

    From the beginning of the year to the end, day and night, morning and evening, in action and repose, in speech and in silence, the warrior must keep death constantly before him and have ever in mind that the one death [which he has to give] should not be suffered in vain. In other words [he must have perfect control over his own death] just as if he were holding an intemperate steed in rein. Only he who truly keeps death in mind this way can understand what is meant by [Yamaga Sokou's maxim of] “preparedness.”
    — Yoshida Shouin, On Leadership

    Comments:

    StephenI wouldn't do anything differently. I'm very happy with my life just as it is. It's *all* fun! :-)
    AnonymousI think I would avoid going to sleep ;-)
    AnimomPossibly stay up and watch the sun rise. It would unsettle me, but of course, none of us have the promise of the next 24 hours. I'd definitely pray and be sure that all was well between me and my maker. Then I'd go to sleep.
    NikHmmmm probably carry on and talk to doctors or scientists asking for a "cure" or drug which would lower that percentage.
    Tue, 14 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Nervousness

    I'm going out on a date on Thursday.

    This is the first time I've ever gone out on a date. Really. I was homeschooled through high school, then commuted every day to college. I've had a few crushes, but nobody I've wanted to pursue.

    Meanwhile, over the past few months, I've been hearing the ticking of my biological clock. I'm almost thirty years old now. If I got married tomorrow, when my kids are in their teens I'd be in my fifties. Which is fine, but I don't want to push it too far.

    So I've been using eHarmony, looking for someone. And now there's a girl who I've been e-mailing and IMing, and we agreed to go out to Starbuck's on Thursday.

    It's an oddly frightening feeling. I feel like a fourteen-year-old with acne. Worse, I feel like I should have gotten over this when I was fourteen. I'm more than a little frustrated that I'm only now going through something that everyone else went through when they were half my age. And it's not like I should have dated a few girls just "for practice," but still. These jitters feel frustratingly juvenile.

    Nothing I can do about them, though. And they're minor; I feel mostly calm about it. I'll go, and we'll chat. She sounds like a great person; I'm sure I'll have a great time. But I'll still have to face this nervousness.

    "Courage is resistance to fear, mastery of fear—not absence of fear."
    — Mark Twain (1835-1910)

    Comments:

    ShadroneWhat makes you think that's a feeling that people you think of as experienced at dating don't feel? Embrase the butterflys, it's part of life. Relax and enjoy the time, have fun. Hmm. It's not a test you can practice for, this is life. Just live it for the experience.
    ShadroneIgnore spelling. I sux.
    StephenThat's awesome! Go Brent! The jitters are a natural part of the dating process that no one really ever gets over. You wouldn't believe how tough it was for me to ask Sarah out on our first date. The butterflies setup a small colony in my stomach. :-)

    So have fun, relax, and good luck!
    GretCongradulations, enjoy Thursday.
    AliceI think you'll do great.
    NikJust be yourself, and if it goes well then that's great, if it goes bad then at least try to be friendly and above all just be yourself.
    Thu, 09 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Attention

    So Seth Godin was kind enough to link to me from his blog. And my first thought was, "Shoot! My site's not ready! I wish I had time to clean it up beforehand."

    You never know when someone important—or a lot of important someones—will look at your work. Does this mean that it has to be ready for important glances at all times? I think so.

    Comments:

    StephenIsn't this just a personal blog? :-)

    What makes glances more important than your regular readers?

    Where's the link on Seth's site?
    StephenNever-mind, found the link. But he misspelled your name! Blah.
    AnimomYour pages just get better and better. No sweat!
    Anonymoussummery
    BrennenI think interesting is generally more important than polished. I'm never sure if I succeed on either count, though.
    Tue, 07 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous My First Story

    I've now put back online two of my earliest writing projects. The Wand of Cabalis is the first thing I ever wrote, and it shows. I've uploaded it along with fresh commentary on its bad (and very few good) points. I wrote A Joining of Powers four years later, so I was marginally better, but it's still pretty poor.

    I'm putting these online as encouragements to other writers. Your early writing may stink to high heaven. That's okay. Everyone starts out like that. Just keep writing, and you'll get there.

    I don't mind exposing my faults, if others can learn from them.

    Comments:

    BrentComments should work again. Sorry about that; there were some permissions weirdnesses.
    Mon, 06 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Past Lives

    This weekend, a very special package arrived: a VHS tape of E.Y.E.S. of Mars.

    Those of you who watched anime movies on the Sci-Fi Channel back when they still showed anime movies may remember this one. It's an ecological fable about a psychic girl who gets caught up in the final apocalypse of Mars, and eventually sends her spirit to earth to found Atlantis and give Cro-Magnon man sentience. But the moral was that she (and everyone else) should have stayed on Mars and tried to save their own planet instead of "infesting" another world, even though Mars was at this point uninhabitable. Yeah. Doesn't make much sense.

    But I remember it vividly, as this is one of the movies I watched back when I had only a vague grasp that the Japanese had their own wacky animation industry. This was part of the dawn of my anime fandom. I remember it fondly.

    So, after much searching (the net may be vast, to quote Masamune Shirow, but just try finding information on this film besides a few random reviews), I finally found someone actually selling a VHS tape for real and bought it. (This is the second time I have tried to do this; the first time, I was informed after ordering it that the tape was out-of-order and couldn't be restocked.) It came on Saturday.

    You may be yawning and asking, "So what?" Well, not only was this part of my past, my apprecation for E.Y.E.S. of Mars helped establish my love of anime. I liked this film (didn't love it, but enjoyed it). How was my judgment?

    Pretty much spot on, it turns out. E.Y.E.S. has some great animation, a comprehensible and easy-to-follow plot, an honest-to-goodness New Agey environmental message, and one of the more shocking endings of any anime I've seen. It's not a good ending, but it is a surprise.

    It's enjoyable. The characters are pleasant to look at and they're animated smoothly. The plot chugs along from one plot point to the next, logically enough in the small details though as mentioned above rather silly when you stop to think about the implications. And it ends (pardon the spoiler, but you're never going to see this movie) with the death of every character in the movie in a fiery inferno. But the main character is a psychic, remember, so she uses her psychic abilities to resurrect herself and her comrades in a purely spiritual form and fly to Earth.

    After much passion is spent pointing out that they should save Mars. Despite living in a nearly collapsed city that explicitly can't survive another thirty years, that's just barely shielded from the rest of the completely barren, lifeless planet. Huh?

    But it is enjoyable. I can take silliness in the large when the ride is enjoyable (see Star Wars). And this was a fun ride.

    The credits rolled (to beautiful symphonic music written by the composer for Zeta Gundam), and I felt validated. My past sense did know quality when he saw it. I knew what I was doing when I got into this.

    Now to put some more beautiful animation into the world.

    Comments:

    BrentSorry the comments haven't been working. Should work now.
    Sun, 05 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, March 5, 2006

    Instead of writing more about self-improvement, as I usually do, I thought I'd spend some bytes on some things I've been watching this weekend.

    I spent all weekend home, some of that cruising Google Video (which, of course, is in Beta. Like Google Groups has been for the past five years).

    Anyvay, I came across some fun little videos. Tripod's Song is a perfect pop song about, um, love in the modern age. Matrix Dance features what looks like a bunch of stunt men showing off their stuff; they wouldn't look out-of-place in a Jackie Chan flick. And, amazingly enough, A Funny Mime.

    [Gundam X]

    I've also been watching some Gundam X. Most Gundam shows are pretty heavy fare; stories of gritty battles and almost unwinnable wars. This is a lighter show, oddly enough helped by its post-apocalyptic storyline. It's set fifteen years after a massive bombardment of Earth, so mankind is now on the upswing. It's upbeat in a lot of ways, more of a rough-and-tumble adventure across a dangerous landscape than a typical Gundam war story. Refreshing and fun.

    Also been watching Shinsengumi, a live-action TV show (fifty episodes, an hour each) about a critical period in Japanese history about 150 years ago. It's a fascinating look into historical Japan and the forces that shaped it, and it appears to be accurate, to boot.

    What's amazing about the Shinsengumi is that they were formed as a response to the revolution occurring around them, despite the fact that the revolution had some fair points. And the Shinsengumi eventually imploded in a self-destructive cycle of ever-tightening rules and punishments. All within the course of, oh, ten years or so.

    Also watched (thanks, again, to Google Video) some clips of Hello! Morning, which is another story in and of itself. Years ago, a Japanese music producer held auditions for a female lead singer for one of his popular acts. It was narrowed down to six girls, and though one of them won, the producer was intrigued by the other five and offered them a break: They could record a single, and if they could sell 50,000 copies of it within five days, he'd give them a record contract. They sold out in four days, and he formed them together as the band "Morning Musume." When he auditioned for another girl, he got five thousand applications. The band then got their own weekly TV program, Hello! Morning, which is sort of in the style of The Mickey Mouse Club; the members sing and dance, but also perform in skits and pretend game shows. They're incredibly commercialized, too, and it's a bit weird to see thirteen-year-old girls put through incredibly grueling training to audition as the next Morning Musume girl.

    Our world is far stranger than any SF or fantasy world I've ever experienced.

    Fri, 03 Mar 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Etiquette

    So, what are the "do's" and "don'ts" of etiquette for blog comment forums like this one?

    Comments:

    StephenMeh, even we agree on a set of "do's" and "don'ts" anonymous posters won't care. But, as far as I'm concerned, the only "don't" is "Don't spam." Everything else is fair game when you invite the public to play.
    BrentWhat's spam in this context?
    GretGood question Brent, I think that comments should be used to voice opinion, but I can't really say there's a "set in stone" limit that anyone has to follow.
    BrennenI agree that hard and fast rules aren't very effective (things like "don't spam" aside), but I do think there's a meaningful etiquette. Basically one of "don't crap in someone else's yard unless they really, really deserve it". I also think that there are kinds of degrees of publicness to weblogs, despite their being all theoretically open to the world... There's a meaningful difference between this and the front page of Slashdot.
    BrennenAs to spam, I think in the context of comments, guestbooks, wikis, etc., it's taken on slightly unusual attributes: It's no longer aimed directly at human readers at all - since it's targetted at Google's ranking algorithm & similar measures of page popularity, it's sort of a perfectly meaningless machine-to-machine loop which has the unfortunate side effect of obliterating unprotected channels.
    Animom"Comment carefully & thoughfully so you're not misunderstood."
    "Read the blog first and confine your comments to topic."
    "Don't say anything you wouldn't say to a persons face."
    "If you need to rant, start your own blog instead."
    "Remember your comments are public not private."
    "Be kind."
    "Don't bash, be rude or insulting."
    "Encourage your blogging friend."
    StephenAs I define it, spam is any advertisement for an unsolicited product or service, or any comment repeated more then once (or twice, allowing for accidental doubleclicks).

    Everything else is part of that delightful ephemera of the Internet.
    Wed, 26 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Podcasts

    Today, I go all narcissistic and give you a list. Here are the podcasts that I currently listen to:

    • History According to Bob, in which a history professor talks for ten to twenty minutes about some odd or unusual or interesting bit of history. Sometimes it's about a specific event (The U.S. Presidential Election of 1796), other times about an aspect of a larger event (prostitution during the American Civil War). He's great to listen to, and he usually chooses fascinating stuff to talk about. Daily.
    • Introduction to Human Nutrition, the lectures in a course taught at U.C. Berkeley this year. Learn about how the body works, digestion, the effects of alcohol, water, malnutrition, etc. Fascinating stuff. Twice a week.
    • The Diner, a more old-school radio show in which James Lileks leads you through the goings-on at an old diner. Might sound boring, but it's hilarious and fun and interesting and brilliant. Weekly.
    • this WEEK in TECH, a technology news show by several old faces from TechTV's The Screen Savers. The group has great chemistry. Weekly.
    • Manager Tools, where a couple of professional coaches talk about ways to be a better manager and to better interact with your own manager. Weekly.
    • The Animation Podcast, in which Clay Kaytis interviews Disney animators and animation directors about the art of animation. Fascinating stuff, with lots of behind-the-scenes information about Disney animation throughout the decades. Bi-weekly.
    • ArtistLaunch.com Sunrise Podcast, an eclectic selection of "easy listening," light jazz, and other music that's interesting but easy on the ears. Bi-weekly.

    There. Wasn't that informative?

    Comments:

    GretThanks, I've been meaning to ask you this very question.
    LaraThis Diner one sounds like PHC's Lake Wobegon, a little.
    Tue, 25 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, April 25, 2006

    On Sunday, I had my parents over for the afternoon. We chatted a bit about various things; had a good time. I was re-amazed that I have such a good relationship with my parents. Not that they don't deserve it; they're great people. But I know so many people who don't get along with their parents. I'm blessed.

    We then went to the Leesburg Flower Show. Booths stretched up and down two streets of Leesburg, and there was greenery as far as my eyes could see. All the plants were in beautiful shape, and I had to resist shelling out some good cash just to buy...something, anything!

    And there was food. Man. Sausages, soft-serve, lemonade, funnel cake, cotton candy, soft pretzels. Enough to make you perpetually hungry, just from the smells.

    I'm sure some might make snarky comments about the inevitably of money-grubbing capitalism at all this. But I was surrounded by people who wanted to beautify their environment and support local businesses, as well as local artists and business people who were doing what they loved.

    It inspired me a bit to think about myself, and how I might spend more of my time doing the things I love. Worth thinking about, certainly.

    I'm naturally drawn to an all-or-nothing mindset about this sort of thing, and I wonder if that's common. That is, I tend to think that one must make a huge break with one's current life, quit one's job and max out the credit cards to start a little business carving jade figurines or what-have-you. There are probably less extreme paths, but I don't recall reading about them.

    Maybe humans are just wired to make big shows when they switch gears. We do so love to trumpet our own horns, at times.

    Mon, 24 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Poetry Revitalization Project

    Imagine a website/blog that posts really good poetry, and pays good rates to poets for that poetry. And that writes about the poetic form. And that points people towards good poetry. And that sells collections of good poetry. And that sponsors poetry-writing contests.

    In other words, imagine a poetry portal, though a non-proprietary one. A website that gets people talking about poetry.

    Imagine RSS feeds of good poetry. Imagine getting poetry in your e-mail inbox every day.

    Imagine if a poet could actually receive some kind of useful reward for writing poetry.

    Imagine a digital poetry publisher.

    I imagine I'm missing a bunch of things. Such as...?

    Comments:

    StephenI always thought the poetry was the reward. Creative people create just by being who they are. What useful reward can add to that?
    AnimomImagine poetry being appreciated by the many rather than the few.
    Sun, 23 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous My Saturday

    So I spent Saturday with Mandy, in D.C. We met at the metro, then stopped off at the Holocaust Museum to pick up tickets for later in the day. We then poked our heads through the Natural History Museum and marvelled at the prehistoric animals. We spent a few minutes in the Museum of Fine Art before heading back for our appointed times at the Holocaust Museum.

    And that was almost too much to bear. A large amount of the exhibit is spent on the buildup of the Nazi party and repression of the Jews (and others; communists, Jehovah's Witnesses, homosexuals, gypsies). Mandy and I agreed that the worst moment was nearing the section on the prison camp, when you can walk through one of the boxcars. It smelled like death.

    Then, of course, you get to the camps themselves, and the gas chambers, and the ovens. A thousand bodies a day burned in each oven.

    After that, we walked over to the World War II memorial, which we agreed felt very appropriate. It's on a huge scale, but basically just a large marble oval with a fountain in the middle. Somehow, it feels right.

    From there, we visited the Lincoln Memorial, and chatted about our feelings on the Holocaust Museum. It was a lot to take in.

    We headed back to the metro, and after getting on the wrong train and having to double back, I finally made it out, where I had to go to a party at a friend's house. I was not exactly looking forward to being at a party after experiencing the Holocaust Museum, but I went, and surprisingly enough I had a really fun time. Thoroughly enjoyed myself. I was able to integrate all those experirences without being overwhelmed.

    I credit my recent lack of projects. I no longer have so many things to do that I'm thinking about them, or trying to get back to them all the time. I can take a day off, and not worry about its impact on my projects.

    This strikes me as a good thing.

    Mon, 17 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous ...Did Kubla Khan a Stately Pleasure Dome Decree

    I've been listening to audio recordings of Open Tech 2005 (previously known as NotCon). As seems to often be true, about half the presentations are uninteresting, dully presented, or so poorly recorded as to be unintelligible. The other half are fascinating.

    In particular, I listened to a talk given by a distinguished-sounding gentlemen, explaining that his view of computing is different from probably everyone else's in the room, and how he's been using computers for decades, and how computer are operating on completely the wrong metaphor for 90% of us (that they're primarily representing secretarial functions). I thought to myself, "This guy is great. I'll have to check up on him and see who he is." Then he explained that he was finally now codifying a lot of his ideas, and here it was, the latest iteration of Xanadu.

    It was Ted Nelson.

    For those unfamiliar, Ted Nelson essentially invented the notion of "hypertext," of documents with embedded links that take you to other documents. But his view goes much beyond that (indeed, he sees the world-wide web as a pale shadow of his idea, since in his view the links should never die). He assembled his ideas into a system concept he called "Xanadu," but which has never come anything close to a real-world system.

    Until now. He's released a very early alpha version of ZigZag, a cross-platform (Windows/Mac/Linux) piece of software that lets you enter chunks of data and create relationships, then manipulate that data in what sounds like amazingly useful and powerful ways.

    It's a completely different way of looking at computing. I wonder if it has any legs.

    Amazing to think of a guy, working for decades to achieve a specific vision.

    Comments:

    BrennenI was just reading a bit about Nelson again last week. He's a fascinating character, and Xanadu is/was a fascinating dream, though I think it's been eclipsed by the grandiosity of its ambitions and its disconnection from any kind of pragmatic implementation. I also think Nelson's plans have tended to suffer from a misplaced sense of total ownership, and Xanadu itself, the parts that can be deciphered, has elements of being a system for strong DRM & re-use payments, which I think are problematic. To say the least.
    BrennenIf you haven't read Nelson's Computer Lib / Dream Machines, it's well worth jumping through a few library related hoops to find a copy.
    Fri, 14 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Anime Musings

    Been watching a lot of anime recently, and it's been instructive in its own way about the state of the anime industry and how folks in the anime industry have changed lately.

    A good example is The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi, the story of an extremely odd, extremely energetic high school girl who starts her own club. The entire first episode consists of the terrible video project that they put together as a project; there are tons of continuity errors, bad camera work, and incomprehensible plotting and dialogue. Everything's bad.

    But the amount of work that's put in to making it look bad is amazing. In one shot, the "camera" is zoomed in very close on a character, so that as she talks she's constantly shifting in and out of focus. But this is all animated, so they had to explicitly shift the focus in and out on that shot. What is done automatically in real life had to be painstakingly created in animation to make it look like a mistake.

    Then there's Zegapain, a "high school boy is chosen to pilot giant robot" series. It begins with him seeing visions of a woman (who you later discover is still "synching" with this dimension of reality). Much of the episode is spent with him just fascinated by this woman and following her around.

    The last part of the episode involves him teleported into a giant robot and piloting it, and here's where things get interesting: as the woman explains it, she tries to use an anime cliche ("Just pretend this is a game.") And he doesn't fall for it; he immediately jerks his head at oncoming enemies and says, "The way things are, it's a little hard for me to believe that." She smirks and murmurs to herself, "He's faster" (than the previous pilot, presumably). But he goes ahead and fights them. The series is generic conceptually, but almost cannot step into typical anime cliches.

    And there's High School Girls, a slice-of-life comedy/drama about a group of girls just entering high school, and their various dreams and adventures. It's clearly aimed at guys; there are lots of unnecessary panty shots (not that panty shots are usually necessary). So, yeah, it has a sexy element to it. But it manages to combine that with a charming slice-of-life aspect and downright well-written comedy that transcends the panty flashes.

    What does this have to do with the anime industry? Anime wasn't like this fifteen years ago. When the anime industry was flush with money, folks either crafted beautiful pieces of animation, or pumped out junk. Now, since anime is a smaller world, the junk is much more readily apparent. You can't get away with junk as easily. Even the junk has redeeming qualities now.

    It's like any form of art, really: imposition of non-arbitrary restrictions usually results in better art.

    Thu, 13 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Resilient and Alive From All Sides

    Stayed up until 12:30 last night, then tried to get up at 7:15. I clearly need to make a few adjustments to my "workload."

    Which probably makes me sound like I'm stuffing my evenings with busywork. Here's the thing:

    When I get home, I have four broad ways to fill my time: maintenance work like checking my truck's oil or dusting the house, creative work that feeds my desire to build things (like writing and drawing and programming), all the random stuff that comes up in our daily lives (like calling back my aunt or writing a thank-you note), and free time to do whatever I want (like watch anime or read).

    Problem is, I could spend all evening on maintenance work, creative work, and/or random stuff. I could always write more, and I could always keep the house more clean. Not that I do fill my time like that; I just know I can, and there's always a higher standard of living one could be living in.

    Thus the balancing act. I need to spend some time relaxing. But if I spend all night every night relaxing, the house gets covered with dust (and I have a slight dust allergy), e-mail doesn't get answered, etc. etc. etc. That's not how I want to live my life.

    I've tried to do my relaxation first thing in the evenings, but that doesn't work; I end up getting into a groove of watching a show or reading a book, and keep at it until bedtime. Perhaps I need to be more firm with myself on that, but then, the whole point of this is to make me more relaxed, not more tense.

    If I do my relaxation later in the evening and do maintenance work, creative work, and random stuff as soon as I get home, I end up essentially adding an hour or two to my workday, straight through. I can get halfway through that extra hour and be exhausted, much less push all the way through.

    Hmmm. Maybe I should add in some relaxtion right when I get home, but not too much. Half an hour or an hour or something. I can try to put my "home work" in the middle of my evening, cushioned between two periods of relaxation.

    I am determined to get a stable system going here. Not that it will work for ever and everything, but I want something that will work most of the time. That will help me to keep up with all the demands of life, without pushing me to exhaustion. To keep me "resilient and alive from all sides," to quote a Tai Chi Master I watched recently.

    Mon, 10 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Feeling Good

    I had a great day at work today, and I'm feeling good this evening. I have all the energy I need to get stuff done.

    Which means I need to slow down and not burn through all this energy and go into another boom-and-bust cycle, probably. I'll try to do some relaxing tonight, and see how that goes.

    Comments:

    SaalonActually I disagree. We can't control when we feel ready and when we don't, and I don't think it's possible to burn through your energy unless you're running yourself ragged for a long period of time, and you can typically feel that coming. If you have energy, use it. It's your body and mind telling you it's time to work. Listen to it.
    Sun, 09 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 9, 2006

    I went out on Friday night to Blues Alley, where I and a date watched Jack Jones perform.

    Boy, was I nervous. Felt ill all day. Freaked out at the idea of taking a date in to Washington, D.C. and into an alley where we'd be in a blues club. Very, very much outside of my regular comfort zone.

    And I had a wonderful time. Jack was great, my date was great, and I just had a great time eating chocolate cake, sipping from a tall glass of iced tea, listening to an accomplished performer swing his way through "Not While I'm Around" and, of all things, "For Once In My Life." All I had to do was push through to the actual event, and I had a grand time.

    Even walking outside to the pouring rain was fun, as we joked and laughed our way to a bus stop, and from there to the Metro station. And then, I went home, to a dry bed.

    Nice.

    Comments:

    shadroneSome of the best things in life are found after you push yourself outside your comfort zone. Live life for the experiences.
    AnonymousSCORE!!!!
    Fri, 07 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous My Beef With Relaxing

    Following on to some comments I've made here recently about resting and relaxing and not getting too much of it in, here's the beef I have with relaxation:

    I don't mind relaxing. Especially taking out an hour or so to do something fun (read a book, watch a TV show, putter around in the garden; whatever). But I think that "boom and bust cycles" usually signal that something is wrong. If I have to spend a full 48-hour period totally zoning out, that means something is out of whack. It means I pushed myself too hard in the previous, say, week.

    So the question becomes, how do I resolve this? Seems like I need to take more time to relax throughout my week. Not sure how I can do that; I'm already taking a good twenty-minute walk at lunch at work, and taking a tea break in mid-afternoon, and spending an hour or two every evening watching anime or otherwise not producing.

    Anyone have any suggestions? How do you relax?

    Comments:

    GretI relaxe by playing video games, perhaps poker online, something that I can focus on without distractions, but that won't take up to much energy. It helps to get my mind zoned back in.
    KEMAre you sure that the time you're setting aside for relaxation isn't becoming time set aside for another "activity"? Even free time can be made into a "To Do" item, in which case you'll only maintain your tensions instead of losing them.

    I usually work through the day and then give myself 2 hours in the evening, plus dinner and some slight reading right before bed. This usually gives me the break I need to recharge.
    StephenI'm not sure I understand the question. I relax by...relaxing? I think I'm just always relaxed. Kind of a Zen thing I guess.
    StephenMaybe you are overthinking all this. It sounds like you are trying to make relaxation into work. Because if the only reason you relax is so that you can work better you're somewhat missing the point. Alan Watts had a great quote about this, I'll see if I can dig it up this weekend.
    StephenDug up. On my blog. Jack + Play = Work?
    Thu, 06 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Television, A Subject Rarely Discussed Here

    The more I think about it, the more I realize that the best possible way to enjoy a TV show is to have it all at once on silvery discs, instead of doled out a week or two at a time over the course of three to five years (if you're lucky).

    Comments:

    AnimomYou know, I DO know what you mean. But TV has become something different than movies for me. I tend to look forward to the newest episode. There's a separate thrill to it. I can record for watching later if necessary -- very nice so I can avoid commercials altogether. But the waiting, the anticipation seems to make it better. I know that sounds weird - but it's true. I enjoy the weekly installment mode very much. In fact, when the schedule changes, I miss the routine and the expectancy of a NEW episode. When it's all there - it's too easy - too available. Not as good for me, at least. I tend to get blase about it more easily. Thanks! Interesting question - I never actually thought about it before.
    GretI agree, my friend lent me the first season of Lost, and I watched 2 or 3 episodes a day, and it's a much better experience than watching it every week or so.
    StephenEven better is torrents from HDTV sources. It looks better than cable, so Sarah and I watch them instead.
    BrennenTele-what?
    Mon, 03 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Big Vacation

    Not sure if any Otherspace employees read this blog, but if so, this entry won't be a surprise to them, at least.

    On Saturday, I announced that I'm taking a one-month vacation from Otherspace. I'll complete whatever work that really requires me and nobody else (like submitting tax paperwork), but other than that I'm taking a break.

    Why? I'm not having fun any more. I'm tired. The work feels like a big slog that I have to push through. I'm increasingly realizing that I'll have to devote the larger part of the next ten years of my life to establishing this company (to the point that it's making a profit), and I'm not sure I want to do that now. And there are all the various pressures and frustrations of managing a handful of employees.

    Which is not a slam against them; they're great people. The one thing I still enjoy about Otherspace is meeting and chatting with them. I have a great time meeting with them, but it's the same fun I'd get if we all got together and munched on nachos while watching a movie.

    As I write this, I realize that I may be sounding ungrateful. I've made a studio where my ideas are given form and come to life. This is cool, but it's not enough. Not enough payback for all the pushing that I have to do. At least, not in Otherspace's current form.

    Which, in turn, is not to say that I'm planning to give up on Otherspace. But I am tired, and I need to get some distance and figure out just what I need to fix to make this satisfying for me again.

    Because I will not toil through life, unhappy, in thrall to some distant shadow of contentment. And I hope you never do.

    Comments:

    StephenGood advice, but there are times when toiling is required to reach a greater benefit than could be acquired without.
    Sun, 02 Apr 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, April 2, 2006

    I just noticed something amusing. I'm not quite sure what lesson to take from it.

    I was just finished gathering a few books to buy in a local bookstore. I headed to the counter, where one of the two employees was helping another customer find a book, while the other was shelving. The first employee said, "I'm still helping this gentleman," and I waved and said, "No problem." I pulled out my Moleskine pocket notebook to scribble down a few thoughts and generally make use of the time.

    Zip! The other employee was behind the counter within seconds, graciously asking me how I'd like to pay, explaining their new (free!) discount card, and just generally giving me excellent customer service.

    This is the second time this has happened to me. The first time, I was in a restaurant, and after pulling out my Moleskine and noting a few observations about the day, I suddenly received fantastic service from practically everyone there.

    And it hit me: they think I'm a professional critic. In the restaurant I must have looked like a restaurant critic, so suddenly I got great service. The bookstore must have thought that, because I was pulling out a little black book and preparing to make notes while waiting at the counter, that I was checking up on them.

    Like I said, I'm not quite sure what to learn from this. Except that, when I'm getting bad service, try to pull out my Moleskine and see if the service improves....

    Comments:

    AnimomAmazing!
    Gretsweet
    BrennenI have actually noticed similar reactions in a couple of restaurants, though I could never be sure I wasn't just imagining things. In general I think people tend to notice, one way or another, when you're writing in public.
    Andrelol ... great :)
    ShadroneThat same thing works in a lot of places. People are generally afraid of written info when they are involved.
    Wed, 31 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 31, 2006

    My jaw's been sore for the past few days, still healing from my dental appointment last week. At least it seems to be hurting less. But a painful jaw should get you out of anything. You should be able to say only, "My jaw hurts," and boom! Time off from work, discounts at Starbuck's, and an empty lane in front of you on the road.

    In any event, I feel like I'm slipping away from my goals. I've spent time doing things that are good, but that don't support my goals. Things like cleaning, checking physical mail, talking to friends, etc. And a lot of it has been tiring me out. On the other hand, I have been doing good things instead of pointless things (surfing the web, etc.).

    And it's not that I don't want to relax or spend time "off;" I've just been...I don't know. Feeling the need to get this stuff done, I guess.

    Maybe I'm just backsliding into busy-work without relaxation. Or maybe my jaw's just making me grumpy.

    Had a bit of a scare today: I received a phone call mid-morning from my tenant, informing me that her car was towed this morning. Ugh; I felt terrible for her, and I felt really bad myself about having to deal with this. I zipped home as quickly as I could to get the name of the towing place, but meanwhile her boyfriend was able to get the car. And I've wanted to talk to her about it, but she works nights, so she probably won't get in until the wee hours.

    ...My jaw hurts.

    Comments:

    StephenWhy was her car towed? That sucks.
    BrentI think she accidentally parked next to a fire hydrant. It's in an odd little curb on an out-of-the-way street corner, so it's easy to do. I've parked there myself, in the past, without seeing the hydrant.
    Mon, 29 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 29, 2006

    Had a fun Memorial Day with my parents. All we did was go to the grocery store then stayed home and chatted, but that was great. It's a real blessing to have parents with which that's fun.

    Came home and tried a bit of meditation. I recently read an excellent article about meditation, which re-encouraged me to try it. So I spent five minutes sitting on the floor, consciously quieting my mind.

    It was a very powerful experience. Afterwards, I felt much more alive and focused on the moment.

    Then, after practicing a bit of Tai Chi, I watched some more Gundam Wing. It's a much better show than I'd remembered, to be honest. It has a surprising amount of real, tense drama. The characters...well, they're not especially complex, but then this is fiction. The characters are very well-balanced; they play off each other in fascinating ways.

    I'm trying to think of an example, but nothing really comes to mind. And I need sleep anyway, and I'm not going to sacrifice any more sleep than I have already. I respect my body too much for that.

    And so, I go to bed.

    Sun, 28 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Hi-Keeba!

    Well, that was an exciting way to end the day.

    First, yesterday: My new tenant moved in. Finally! I found a tenant, and a normal person at that. She had a couple of trips on Saturday, hauling the amazing amount of stuff that's always needed during a move. That went fine.

    I then had a wonderful evening with Mandy, as usual, watching Princess Mononoke and My Neighbor Totoro. Yes, anime. But really good anime. And she enjoyed them. So there.

    And I just got home from a fun day: Spent most of the day role-playing at Nick's house, then just chatted with him and his parents for most of the evening. As I left, I saw I had a voicemail from my new tenant, who informed me she'd kinda sorta accidentally locked the main door handle in addition to the dead bolt, and locked herself out of the house. I always use the deadbolt, never the handle.

    So I returned her call and said smoothly that I'd be home in about an hour. Fortunately, she was at a friend's house, so I didn't have to worry about her sitting on my doorstep for an hour. I then looked down at my keyring:

    Since I never use the handle lock, I don't keep the key for it on my keyring. It was sitting in my desk at home. Locked inside.

    That worried me for a few minutes, but as I started driving, I thought, No, I'm not going to spend the next hour fretting over this when there's nothing I can do about it until I get home anyway. I let myself explore occasional possible courses of action, but beyond that I just drove and listened to Gundam SEED music.

    I got home, and sure enough, I couldn't get in. OK. I tried slamming my body against the door; no luck. So I sighed, shifted my weight into one leg, summoned all my Tai Chi practice, and lashed out with the other leg at the door.

    Bang! The door slammed open. Fortunately, there's a large gap between the door and the doorjamb at that point (it's the deadbolt that fits snugly), and when I hit it with that much force, it just snapped open. Didn't even do any damage to the door.

    So, whew! I'm home, and safe, and boy am I glad I'm learning Tai Chi.

    Sat, 27 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Gone

    Well, that's that. I just sold my PowerMac G5. I had put an ad on CraigsList last week, and somebody came by today to buy it. A very nice young woman, a local web designer in fact, who was thrilled to get such a nice machine at this price (honestly, I couldn't have sold it for more anywhere, as far as I can see).

    Why would I sell a computer? Well, honestly, I don't need it. I bought it to help with video editing and general image manipulation at Otherspace, but now that I've pulled back from Otherspace, I don't do that any more. Heck, even before that, others were doing all the video editing and image manipulation. My G5 was just a place to download anime.

    And I've been seeking to simplify my life more and more lately. Fewer projects, fewer possessions. I'm even thinking about selling my camcorder, since I haven't used it in years.

    Why? I want more focus. I want fewer things distracting me. I encounter enough roadblocks to achieving my dreams; why live with stuff that will pull me away from them? Stuff that takes up time to sort through, manage, and generally live with.

    So, no. I'll have no more of it. I'll own what I need, and that will be that.

    ...Anyone willing to take any bets on how long this'll last?

    Fri, 26 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, May 26, 2006

    Decided to stay home from work today, and I'm glad I did; I didn't even feel like doing anything at home, much less work. So I lazed around the house, watching MST3K and Radar Men From The Moon.

    I'm increasingly attracted to the old serial format, of a larger story told in small, exciting pieces. It required a certain focus on movement; you couldn't have long pointer scenes or drawn-out exchanges of existentialist dialogue. Thugs with guns would burst through the door before too long.

    Interesting that the serial format has revived in modern SF. What was Babylon 5 but a revival of the serial format, just in a much longer form? Now all recent SF shows are expected to have a big overarching plot.

    But even the original release format strikes me as a brilliant concept. I mean, okay, the movie theaters today are complaining that they're having trouble making money. Okay:

    Let's say you go to the movies, and when you get into the theater ten minutes early, instead of watching previews for summer movies that you know you're not going to see, you're dropped into a roller coaster plot of aliens taking over the world. The heroes are tossed into a really tough spot, things are looking hopeless—we cut to black! And a title card comes up: "To see what happens next, come back to this theater next week." And the trailers begin.

    Imagine: A little story that you find at least entertaining, and that you can only find out more about by watching another movie. How can this not bring in people? Sure, you wouldn't draw a lot of people to the movies alone...but there are few people who don't want to go to the movies. Give them that incentive. "You know, I wasn't sure if I wanted to see this flick, but...I could catch the next bit of that show...."

    And it'd be sure to create less anger than the current twenty minutes of ads before every movie.

    Comments:

    AnimomI love it! Serials are wonderful.
    StephenI like the commercials at the start of a movie.

    Also, unless these serials were self contained (like episodes of Samurai Jack) then they'd be annoying to watch. Which movie gets the next episode? If you delay the serials by time, does that mean you have to watch the same episode if you watch more than one movie in a one month (or whatever) period?
    Thu, 25 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 25, 2006

    Got three teeth drilled today, so I'm having a tough time concentrating enough to write anything coherent.

    Been watching the most recent MST3K collection. The movies are...bad. Which goes without saying, you'd thionk, except that MST3K always had two kinds of movies: cheesy movies and bad movies. The cheesy ones are entertaining in their own weird way; they plot may never go anywhere, but there'd be a plot. The bad ones are just difficult to watch, because nothing happens, and it's a whole lot of nothing.

    Cheesy films include, say, Manos: The Hands of Fate (though that's really bad, at least the plot keeps leaping around from the confused couple to Torgo to the Master to the silk-clad "wives" to the kissin' couple to the clueless cops...). One bad film in this lot is Wild Rebels, a 60's biker film in which, let's see, a guy auctions off his racing gear, is approached by two bikers, and agrees to help them hold up a bank. By that point we're a full thirty minutes into the film. The bikers just take forever to get to their point, and the protagonist just stands there waiting.

    Or take The Sinister Urge. This was my first Ed Wood movie, and boy is it an eye-opener (though I'm sure it'd be more of an eye-opener if I'd seen it uncut). He films everything. If a guy is told to leave the room, we watch him walk over to the door, open it, leave, and shut the door behind him. Augh.

    It was fascinating to watch a principle of mine demonstrated very clearly: It's the director that makes the actor's performance (mostly). There's a brief scene involving an actor who was in an other MST3K film. In the other film, he did fine. In this, he was histrionic and painful to watch. The same is true of so many actors and films; see what George Lucas was able to do with Mark Hamill in Star Wars. (Not that Mark's a bad actor.)

    ...Am I making any sense? I need more Advil.

    Comments:

    StephenBut on the reverse, see what George Lucas did to Ewan McGregor, Natalie Portman, and Hayden Christensen (to name a few) in Eps. I-III.

    Most of the great acting of Star Wars was done in Episodes V or VI, which were directed by Irvin Kershner and Richard Marquand, respectively.
    Tue, 23 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 23, 2006

    And I did it. I managed to finish everything I wanted to last night, without feeling exhausted. It was tiring, though; I can't do that every single night. Need at least a bit of total relaxation.

    In a fit of brain activity while mourning the death of my Syllable laptop, I did manage to hook up another computer and install the latest version of Syllable on that. So, huzzah! I finally have a system with which I can support the open-source project that I've been affiliated with for, oh, half a decade or so, it seems. 'Twas a good feeling as I crawled into bed.

    I woke up this morning with the calm relaxed feeling one only gets from a full night's sleep. I rolled over and fumbled for my phone to check the time (and there's a phrase that only makes sense today...imagine someone from thirty years ago reading the sentence "I rolled over in bed and switched on my phone to check the time"), and saw that it was...9:15 a.m.

    Apparently, in setting up the new Syllable computer last night, I kicked out the power cord for my laptop, so my alarm didn't go off. I shot off a quick apologetic e-mail to my boss and threw on some clothes. As I shrugged into my shirt, my phone rang—it was a friend I'd called the night before, and hadn't talked to in months. She wanted to fill me in on the latest going on in her life. This was a very bad time for that, though I really wanted to know. So I talked for a few minutes before begging off, then ran into work.

    By the time I got there, I had about an hour before I had to leave for a dentist's appointment. Oh, great fun, putting two permanent plasticine caps on two teeth he'd drilled a few weeks ago. I elected to wait on the remaining work (three more fillings on the other side of my mouth), and scheduled another appointment for tomorrow to do that.

    Got back to work to discover that a) a local developer can't do a build, b) the customer was confused because the build process is different (despite my explanations that the build process has changed), and c) I had a meeting tomorrow at the same time I'd scheduled the dentist appointment. So, back out to the car, where I grabbed the appointment card, phoned the dentist, and changed to a Thursday appointment. Deep breath, back to the office, where I e-mailed the customer to explain the changes in the build process.

    At which point another CM person IMed me with some weird problems she was having in the lab. And I had a meeting in five minutes to present some training materials.

    So. Put off the CM rep, print out the training materials, attend the meeting, then help the CM rep. Return to my office to find that the customer's builds are blowing up spectacularly. Another deep breath, call the customer, figure out what's going on, and resolve that problem.

    Only thing remaining at this point was the local developer's problem, which we worked on until 5:30 p.m. when we decided to give up and try again tomorrow morning.

    Then off to my Mom's to see her (my Dad is down in Mississippi, helping to rebuild the house of a Katrina victim), had a great time eating dinner and watching the MST3K version of Planet of the Prehistoric Women, and returned home about five minutes ago.

    That was my day. How about yours?

    Comments:

    AnimomMy day was restful - it was good. (Previous day took all my reserve.)

    Your days lately sound more balanced with work and rest. It seems you are more content and definitely more rested. Is that accurate - in fact?

    Mon, 22 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, May 22, 2006

    It's a perfect day. Weather-wise, at least. About seventy degrees, sunny, with just enough clouds to provide gilding for the clear blue sky. You could walk or run and not feel the least bit like sweating, or you could stand in the shade in a t-shirt and feel comfortable. What's better than that?

    Well, obviously, a few things: Deep love. Honor. Respect. Chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Mmmm. (You know you can make your own?)

    Where is this going, you may ask? Not sure. Let's see where today takes me:

    Woke up with the alarm and managed to crawl out of bed quickly enough that I got to work half an hour early. That was a nice bonus, since I had a two-hour meeting starting at 9:00. A meeting in which the chair recited a list of requirements for an hour and a half. Not exciting, but useful; we were able to clarify a number of things.

    Then back to my desk for some last-minute work before lunch, during which I snuck out to my truck to watch an episode of Gundam Wing on my laptop. (Why? A friend wants to see it, but wants me to re-watch it before I loan it to him.) It's been quite a few years since I watched Wing, which worried me a bit.

    See, Gundam Wing was one of my early anime loves. Oh, I'd seen a fair bit of anime at that point, but that was a series I completely fell in love with, after watching enough episodes to no longer be confused (that is, about twenty). It it had some depth, but it was also able to be light-hearted and fun. It was exciting. It was classic kid's Saturday morning adventure, but with suicidal pilots and ridiculously colored giant robots. It was also my first Gundam series, a franchise I've since gobbled up with the joy of a starving African given a free trip to Outback Steakhouse.

    So, I worried, would I still enjoy this series after a much broader exposure to anime? Would my experience with the rest of Gundam hurt my love of this series, or would I still be able to love it?

    Yes!

    Oh man is it fun. I can see the cheesiness more clearly now, and the voice acting grates on my ears now that I've heard so much better. I'm not quite the die-hard fan I once was; my appreciate is more mature. But I still love it on a deep, fundamental level. It's such great fun.

    So, back to work, where I finished up some training materials and took care of other business before quitting time. I took a shrewd shortcut that ended up adding five minutes to my driving time, and stopped by the grocery store to stock up on exotic things like onions and butter. Then home.

    And here, at home, I began a serious night of more work. Because i need to clear the decks of a bunch of things that have been bothering me—mostly phone calls that I need to make—and I'm not going to put them off any more.

    So I tossed ingredients into the bread machine and got that going, ate some dinner (microwaved homemade soup...not great, but certainly a good meal), hard-cooked some eggs, and just finished making a batch of chocolate chip cookies for the coming week.

    So we'll see if I can keep this up all evening, or if I crash and burn. I have two hours to make these phone calls and do some editing of Giant Armors before bedtime. Can I do it? Or will I burn out?

    Bring it on.

    Sun, 21 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Enough

    Had a great date with Mandy on Friday, where we started out with dinner at a sushi restaurant. I've had sushi only twice before in my life, and both times myself and those with me were novices. Mandy knows what she's talking about, so I was able to thoroughly enjoy every delicious bite. There's something about the way it all comes together that just makes for an amazing morsel of scrumptious deliciousness in your mouth. Am I being too technical?

    We then went back to her (lovely, homey) apartment to watch Master and Commander. What a film. It's burned into my memory.

    One of the interesting aspects to the film is how it treats nineteenth century sailing so plainly. It doesn't particularly try to make the ship look majestic or weird or unusual. It's just a ship. If films were being made back then, this is how they'd treat a ship.

    On Saturday, I lazed around the place, baked a cake, then hauled my butt over to Reston Town Center for their annual Fine Arts Festival, in which several hundred local (and not-so-local) artists put up their wares for sale. Of course, it had its share of artists who felt they could cut out three geometric shapes, glue them to a canvas, and sell it for $500. But the great majority of artists there were really, really good.

    So good, in fact, that I broke down and bought a painting by Michael Kopald. It looks a bit like this, which is another one of his works:

    [Bamboo in Late Morning]

    Yeah, I'm happy with it.

    Then, today, I went out and saw Over The Hedge, the latest Dreamworks film. And if CGI continues to be this good, I'll welcome it. Judging from the previews, it won't be. But still, OTH was thoroughly entertaining and genuinely funny at times. A cute commentary on modern suburban living, too, without being nasty or overbearing about it. Its message wasn't "Suburban Living Is EVIL," it was that some people go overboard with their ideals of suburbia.

    Then home to make a pot of pork-and-potato soup. Turned out well, though I added unnecessary water to the chicken stock, making the soup...well...watery, and the flavors don't quite come together to make a real statement in your mouth. It's just flavorful, tasty soup.

    Which, on reflection, is a blessing in and of itself. I've felt like such a couch potato for doing nothing of real "consequence" this weekend, but really, how petty of me. I'm alive, I live in a lovely little townhouse, I get to do and make stuff that I enjoy doing and making, and heck, I'm alive on a beautiful, clear day. Isn't that enough?

    Comments:

    Gretyes
    Thu, 18 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Fairly Productive Evening

    Let's see. What have I done lately?

    It's been a tough week at work. I finished up a major delivery, which was the first time I've had to do this particular process. I felt like I didn't know what I was doing, but I amazed myself by actually doing it, and with no outside help whatsoever. So it ended up being a confidence-booster, but an exhausting one.

    Spent Wednesday night with my parents, and I was tired enough that I stayed the evening there, re-watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. It's still my least favorite Harry Potter movie. Not that it's bad; it just doesn't hold together very well for me. It feels like a collection of scenes, not a flowing, driving story. I enjoyed it more the second time around, though. Impeccable timing.

    Tonight, I had more energy. I got groceries, mowed my front lawn, did a load of laundry, burned a DVD of Densha Otoko, posted ads on CraigsList for a renter and someone to buy my desktop computer, watched Mortal Kombst: Annihilation (wonderfully awful), cleaned out old paperwork that had been collecting dust in my filing cabinets, watched an episode of The Melancholy of Suzumiya Haruhi (indescribably fantastic anime), and talked to Saalon for a good hour.

    So, yeah, a fairly productive evening. Amazing what you can do if you just set your mind to it. I just hope I'm not pushing myself too hard, but I sure don't feel overstressed. Heck, I feel energized.

    Comments:

    Tue, 16 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 16, 2006

    All sorts of ideas and things are swirling around in my head to write about, but all of them require some time to do full justice to, and I just don't have the time to write them out in that sort of detail. Which is a good thing, really; it means I'm doing a lot.

    For once, this is due mostly to circumstances beyond my control. I worked late today finishing up a lot of things (and really finishing them up; boy, that felt nice), then going to Writer's Group for the first time in months to provide feedback on a few stories and get feedback on the rough draft of Giant Armors.

    So I got home about an hour ago, only to realize that I had ice cream in the fridge, ready to be made. So I had to toss that in the ice cream maker for half an hour. Meantime, what to do? I took a shower. That consumed ten minutes. So I emptied the dishwasher and sorted through my mail. And voila, the ice cream was done. After that was done, for some reason I still felt like taking care of little things, so I dusted my bedroom (haven't done that in months).

    So, I feel good. I'm keeping up with those little things. Of course, now to keep up with the bigger things.

    Comments:

    Mon, 15 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Not Sayin' It's Good, Just That It's a Poem

    Honeysuckle lies heavy
    On emerald leaves
    Set amongst pearl raindrops

    Comments:

    animomBeautiful picture. I can almost smell the honesuckle!
    Sat, 13 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, May 13, 2006

    Last night, after a wonderful date with Mandy (I cooked up some chicken stir-fry and we delighted to Spirited Away), I turned off my morning alarm. This morning, I woke up when I wanted to, and the day stretched out before me like a meadow of flowers, ready to be explored and enjoyed.

    Been quite a while since I did this. Feels real good.

    And I need it so I can be productive later. I think humans can't produce without down-time.

    Comments:

    GretSounds like you're enjoying life, good.
    Thu, 11 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Finished, For Now

    I just wrote the 19,495th word of the rough draft of my young adult novel. It was the final word of the draft.

    Praise be to God for giving me the strength to finish it. May he give me the strength to continue through the rewriting and polishing that comes next.

    Here's the last paragraph. Obviously, I might completely rewrite it before I'm done polishing the novel, but I like it.

    He awoke to the scent of moss. His eyes opened and he found himself lying face up in the patch of woods near his house. He inhaled the scent of trees, of leaves, of life, and he leapt to his feet and ran home.

    Comments:

    StephenHis extended edition of "Sin City" includes a ten-minute cooking school on making Breakfast Tacos.

    But he warns (and I agree), once you make and eat these you will crave them with a passion.

    The first step? "Go to your fridge and get some flour tortillas. Throw them away, they're garbage. I'm going to show you how to make *real* flour tortillas."
    Wed, 10 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 10, 2006

    This week is shaping up to be a bruiser at work. Lots of work to do, all of a sudden. I arrive home and, while I can take care of a few things—making dinner, checking e-mail—my more creative pursuits just aren't getting done. So nothing to talk about there.

    I did collapse on the couch and veg out to Once Upon a Time in Mexico, which is about as thoroughly entertaining a flick as it is possible to be. Especially so if you've seen the two earlier movies in the trilogy. Everyone involved is just so much fun to watch, which is dissapointingly rare in modern film.

    The DVD for the film includes another "Ten Minute Film School" documentary by the director (Robert Rodriguez), and a new segment called "Ten Minute Cooking School," in which he shows you how to make a pulled-pork dish that's featured in the film.

    In the short, Rodriguez proposes a neat idea: Learn a few dishes that you really enjoy, and print up a little menu of them. Put it on your kitchen table, so that when guests come by, they can request any one of your specialties. I thought that was a really neat idea, so I typed up a concept, and realized that I've only really mastered a few dishes. So I'm now determined to use my cooking time to broaden my range of recipes. In particular, I plan to make some really good soups over the next few weeks.

    Exciting, huh? Sorry, it's late, and I really should be in bed, and I still have writing to do. So, off I go.

    Comments:

    Tue, 09 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Quiet Voice Speaks Softly

    When you spend all day either working or entertaining yourself, you never have to spend time just quietly sitting still with yourself.

    But it is in those moments of quiet stillness—when you can actually hear planes overhead—when you make your most profound realizations about yourself. You begin to see glimmers of your ideal future. You ask yourself why you're still here, when you've always wanted to be there but haven't done anything about it.

    For many, that voice is scary. So they drown it out with Kevin Spacey and Halo.

    (Myself very much included. Far too often.)

    Comments:

    StephenWhy is listening to your goals scary? It is only your admission to yourself that you aren't who you want to be or doing what you want to do. Easily solved by being who you want to be and doing what you want to do. If your desires change, then change with them. Don't force yourself to continue doing something because you feel that since you've already spent so much time on it, then that time would have been wasted. If you enjoyed what you were doing when you did it, then it isn't possible for that time to be suddenly misspent.
    Mon, 08 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:38 p.m.</p>

    And it's a Monday. Mondays are usually good/bad for me; I usually have a good charge of new energy at work, but there's usually so much to do that I burn out quickly. Mondays are usually pretty productive in the evenings, but it sets me up for a tiring Tuesday.

    Tonight, I got very little done. Instead, I watched The Usual Suspects, which the IT Guy at work (the one I'm turning into an anime fan by judicious applications of good anime) loaned me. The movie impressed me; good acting, great plotting. The story did tend to jump from one plot point to the next a bit too jarringly for my tastes; I felt like I was being pulled over railroad ties from one plot point to the next. But that's really my only complaint.

    And man, Kevin Spacey does such an excellent job. He has that great actor's ability to squeeze into a role and inhabit it as though he's been practicing every line since he was eight years old. But, like all great actors, he takes on roles that work for him; I doubt you'd see him try on a Jim Carey role. So he chooses his roles like a good salesman chooses a suit: Carefully, with attention to details.

    Everyone else was good, too, of course (particularly Gabriel Byrne), but Kevin Spacey just outshone them all. I wonder if they found that frustrating at all. Shades of Salieri, perhaps.

    Anyway, I'm chattering on when I should be getting to sleep. Probably because, despite writing regularly on my novel for the past week, I'm barely two hundred words forward. I'm in the denoument, and I keep explaining details and describing character reactions as though I were still halfway through the book. The big climax has already happened; my readers want the mysteries explained and the book to end, not to inhabit every second of the hero's flight home. We don't spend much time on Luke flying away from the Death Star.

    So, my frustrated Muse is using this blog as another outlet. Well, fair enough, but I have to wake up for work soon. So, enough! Time for a bit of reading (James Scott Bell's Plot & Structure; excellent), and sleep.

    A Weekend Away

    I'm back from a fabulous weekend spent with Saalon, catching up on stuff. We haven't physically seen each other in almost a year, and it was great to spend some face-to-face time. It's amazing, how powerful face-to-face communication is.

    We watched...quite a lot of anime, actually. A lot of it was stuff we've wanted to watch together for a while: Char's Counterattack, G-Saviour, and the first two Zeta Gundam movies. So much more fun to watch those sorts of things with others.

    And, of course, we talked: About werewolf movies, about comic books, about Gundam. He loaned me five volumes of a fantastic superhero comic book series called Invincible, which I'm now going to have to buy. It's difficult to explain how good this series is without giving away massive spoilers. The plot is fairly generic: the son of a superhero gains his powers. But it's got such solid writing, it's incredibly entertaining and does really fun things with its premise.

    So, I'm back home, and feeling...a little lonely. It's so quiet at home. And I like quiet, but I just....

    ...maybe I need a cat.

    Comments:

    GretA stereo might also work perhaps?
    BrentI appreciate the suggestion, but a stereo just gives the house a hollow sound. It can work for a night or two, but not in the long term.
    Thu, 04 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, May 4, 2006

    Don't know why, but I've really felt like updating this blog a lot lately. It feels...comfortable.

    As you may have noticed, I've been reading quite a lot lately. Finished The 80/20 Principle, All Marketers Are Liars, and Communicating at Work. All of which have got me thinking:

    What's my story? (hmm, shades of All Marketers Are Liars.) Who am I? How do I want to present myself? The obvious answer is "Be yourself," but to quote Walt Whitman, I contain multitudes. What aspects of msyelf do I most want to make public? What do I most want to get across to people? Since I want to make the world a better place, what can I do to make that happen?

    I'm realizing that I spend most of my time on things that don't feed my long-term goals, and that I don't clear out time for things that I do find important. Why do I spend hours making and checking backups when I could be writing? It's the classic 80/20 principle: I spend 80% of my time on things that deliver 20% life value.

    What would happen if, every day, I concentrated on doing things that fed my desire to help people? What if I taught people—in some way—before I open my mail or check Anime News Network?

    (And I'm not saying I should work, work, work every minute of every day. I'm saying I should re-prioritize the Important stuff over the nagging stuff. I can still relax, and I can still do the nagging stuff, but I'll be absolutely sure to do the Important stuff.)

    Wed, 03 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, May 3, 2006

    Annoyingly, I have no idea how long this will be available for, but High Moon Studios put together a short, parody-style interview video about their experiences with Scrum (an Agile Programming methodology). Very well done.

    Meanwhile, I'm feeling better. Which is a bit surprising, considering that I got about four hours of sleep last night. My jaw ached and I just didn't want to go to bed, so I read more of Seth Godin's All Marketers Are Lairs and played around with this website a bit.

    I've always tried to make this website clean, straightforward, and easy-to-use. The problem is, that doesn't describe me, and increasingly I think I should make this website more like me. So I'm playing around with a library-ish feel for this site. After all, I am a quiet, introspective, library-ish kind of guy.

    What do you all think of the new layout?

    Comments:

    BrennenI actually think this looks cleaner than the old one, somehow. Not bad. There is kind of an unresolved feeling that the boxes extend off the screen and I should scroll or something, but overall it works.
    AnonymousThe colors look fine on this lcd.
    AnonymousFine? Colors. LCD here.
    AnimomI like it.
    KEMNice! Much easier on the eyes!
    StephenYou should check the colors on a CRT. On our laptops the colors look ok, but on the CRT they don't look so well.
    BrennenI actually think they're ok on the (hulking, mediocre) 21" Dell-branded Sony thing I just bought. Though I wonder if Stephen is using a Mac desktop - I feel like I've noticed the Mac/PC gamma difference thing (to use very technical language) affecting background & text colors before.
    Brennen(OTOH, Brent probably designed the thing on a Mac. Either way, I use the word "actually" far too often.)
    BrentYeah, the background color has quite a bit more purple on my CRT at work. Hmmm. Don't quite have a good solution at this time. Hmmmm.
    BrentI've tweaked it to make it a bit more brown. It looks better on my work CRT now.
    AnimomThe colors appear to be brown and beige on my PC.
    Tue, 02 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, May 2, 2006

    Today, as I wait for painkillers to take effect after some dental work, I quote a poem written by my Dad:

    Loyalty


    'Tis hard to find a friend
    That stays a friend forever;
    Not wavering in loyalty
    But there, and changing never.

    But friends there are to have
    Who patiently wait for us;
    Never thinking selfishly,
    And wouldn't dream to bore us.

    Yes, friends there are to keep
    So dear, and always will be
    Our books, that sit on dusty shelves -
    For us in deepest loyalty.

    Comments:

    GretI like the new layout
    Mon, 01 May 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 8:13 p.m.</p>

    As promised, here are photos of my garden, as cleaned up by my Dad and me.

    It's been a long, long, long, long, long, looooong Day's Night. Well, long weekend, really.

    Saw United 93 Friday night. 'Twas intense and powerful and moving, though not overpowering. Nicely done, all around, though I have to admit that I found the "Sony Handicam" style of filmmaking frustrating to watch.

    On Saturday, I met with the Otherspace folks and basically resigned from Otherspace. They have some ideas on how they can move forward, but I'm planning to just slip out and re-evaluate the whole animation thing.

    Then, Guy's Night Out, where we watched Die Hard 2 plus some random bits of anime. Lots of fun; it's a good group of guys.

    On Sunday, my Dad came over and he helped me clean up my garden. Expect photos soon.

    This morning, I got in to work an hour early so I could make a phone call at 8:30, then I was in meetings all morning.

    ...so I'm looking forward to relaxing tonight. Phwoar. I think I'll have more time to actually update this journal soon, at least.

    Comments:

    GretAbout United 93: I thought the so called, "Sony Handicam" style to work excellently for the terrorist take over scene, but, yes, for the rest of the movie it wasn't necessary.
    KEMYou're garden looks great! I have the sudden urge to show up and help you plant flowers...
    Fri, 30 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous He's a Tramp...

    How much of an animation geek am I? I spent last night watching Lady and the Tramp, including most of the "making of" extras.

    I'd read that the new DVD release of Lady and the Tramp is like a new film. And they were right; the transfer is beautiful, and it's so perfectly cleaned that it looks like it was made yesterday. And the animation is so good that I could believe it was made yesterday.

    It's a startingly taut little film, too. The story just moves along at a rapid clip, steadily increasing in intensity until climaxing with that wonderful chase to stop the dog catcher.

    I discovered that it took about two decades for Lady to finally make it to the big screen. During most of that time, there was no Tramp; the initial concept was just to show Lady being pushed aside by the arrival of a human baby. Walt never felt satisfied with that story, so it languished for years, occasionally re-visited but never really coming together until Walt read an article about a "sarcastic mutt," and had the idea of putting a "street tough" dog into the film to stir up Lady's world.

    And, in retrospect, it's exactly what the movie needs. Without Tramp, the movie would have easily devolved into a series of quaint domestic scenes as Lady dealt with the new baby—probably entertaining, but not gripping drama. Tramp arrives just in time to make Lady really wonder about her role, and more importantly, give her an option. She refuses that option almost out-of-hand, but it's so important to the movie that she's provided with the option.

    Comments:

    CantneverLady and the Tramp was a favorite for me as a child. I never knew why - I just loved it. It's a sweet film. I agree about adding TRAMP; it made the 'new baby in the house' a secondary plot. Interesting to see your analysis, and the surrounding events of its conception. Walt Disney was a neat guy!!!

    How were your sugar cookies? Ever taste sour cream/milk sugar cookies? They're soft, fat, and delicious.
    BrentThe cookies were pretty terrible. I was trying out a recipe, and I think the dough should have been pressed out into flat cookies instead of made into rounds. Ah well.
    BrentHaven't had sour cream or milk sugar cookies. I have had sugar cookies with cream cheese, though, and they were great.
    Wed, 28 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 28, 2006

    Never ceases to amaze me just how much I can get done when I sit right down and do it.

    Tonight, for example. Came home from work, put a load of laundry in the washing machine, started a loaf of bread in the bread machine, made an omelette, made some sugar cookies (they didn't work out), called a friend I hadn't talked to in a while and talked for a while, checked my e-mail, and checked my blogs. And it was all done in under three hours.

    A few years ago, I'd wonder why I didn't just do that every day. Now I understand that I just can't maintain that pace all day, every day. I need some rest.

    But it's fun to do every so often....

    Mon, 26 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:43 p.m.</p>

    Woohoo! I just accomplished everything on my to-do list tonight.

    Of course, there were only three things on my to-do list. But they were all fairly significant:

    1. Call back a friend of mine. We haven't talked in a while, and we'd missed each other at a meeting on Saturday, so I was afraid there'd be some bad blood or something. But he was very apologetic, and I had a great time talking.
    2. Write a thank-you note for the bull riding on Saturday. Tom Peters says that, when it comes to building relationships, the best return-on-investment activity is sending thank-you notes. And I so enjoyed watching those cowboys risk their necks that I wanted to thank them. So that was done.
    3. Write more on Giant Armors (my young adult novel). That was really the hard bit; it's amazing how much Resistance can push back at you when work needs to get done on a project like this. But I muscled through it and wrote another six hundred words or so. I've added some nice character texture. So that feels good.

    So, I feel good. I set myself a couple of do-able tasks, and I did them.

    Wasn't so hard, now was it?

    7:32 p.m.

    I may come back and write a nice, long post about something in particular—I have quite a lot to write about, actually—but I just finished reading Saalon's post about Buffy. As in, I started reading and just couldn't stop until I was done. I held my breath, realizing somewhere deep that I was reading something really good, something from the heart.

    I want to go watch Buffy now.

    Life Is A Highway...

    My second viewing of Cars was exactly as enjoyable as the first.

    A rare thing, really.

    Comments:

    StephenYou didn't see Buffy? Great show. Erin introduced me to it, actually.
    BrentWell, I've seen maybe fifteen episodes all the way through, and bits and pieces of others. I certainly haven't seen a significant percentage.
    Fri, 23 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous And I don't want that boy's candy

    I've had a perfectly wonderful day.

    It was frustrating, and confusing at times. Software refused to function at work. Hardware was sullen, too. Some folks were their normal prickly selves, and I had several dull security briefings.

    But at lunch I had fried shrimp and a big peanut butter cup sundae. I came home and watched two episodes of Eureka 7, which was enjoyable (though it's still finding its feet) as I ate some delicious leftover chicken and rice stew. I then tidied up a website, made some phone calls, had nice long chats with friends, and now I'm reading the first book in the Melendy series.

    To give you an idea of just how good of a writer of children's books Elizabeth Enright is, here's an excerpt from the chapter in which six-year-old Oliver is spending his Saturday at the circus, and is interrupted by a sharp little voice nearby calling out, "I want some of that candy":

    "Don't bother the little boy, Marleen," said the little girl's mother in the kind of weak, uncertain way that no self-respecting child pays any attention to.

    "I want some," repeated Marleen through her nose. She meant business. She was a very little girl and she had a pointed chin, dark eyes, black curls as stiff as cigars, a blue hair ribbon, a gold ring, and pink stuff on her tiny fingernails. Oliver detested her. He looked coldly away and went on eating his candy.

    I think we've all met people like that.

    I'm feeling good because I think I've turned a corner, psychologically. I've been spending some time—not a lot, but actually spenidng time—on things that are really important to me. Well, first, I had to figure out what is important to me, and that takes some doing (it's not just what's important; it's what's important to me, personally and uniquely).

    And I've let a lot of other things slip, things that I had a lot of emotional stake in even a couple of weeks ago. I let the garden go to seed, metaphorically and literally.

    ...And the garden went to seed. How about that, I've been saying to myself. I have a garden that's gone to seed. Nobody's disappointed in me for it. It hasn't made me a bad person. In fact, I feel more alive, somehow.

    It's come from realizing that, while I want a whole lot of things on a surface level (a clean house, a beautiful yard, a full savings account, etc.), those things aren't important to me, not deeply. What is important is, well, getting home and watching a bit of good anime, cleaning up the works I've put out in the world, maintaining my friendships, and reading good books. Among other things, of course, but why should I spend my time wrestling with a computer's configuration when that's just not important to me? Why not drop it and find something else important to do?

    Wed, 21 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Ghost Stories

    I finished watching Ghost Stories last night. 'Twas great fun, with caveats.

    For those unfamiliar with the series, Ghost Stories is a thoroughly average kids' anime made in 2000, capitalizing on a "ghost craze" that was sweeping through Japan. Apparently, every school in Japan has lots of superstitions and a stable of ghosts, and this is the story of a group of kids who accidentally unleash a horde of them, and have to exorcize them an episode at a time.

    Every character is pretty bland, and the episode's plots are usually either straightforward or nonsensical. It's a low-grade horror series made to spook grade schoolers.

    So ADV licensed it and did something that I'm surprised more people haven't done (in the wake of works like What's Up, Tiger Lilly? and MST3K) — they threw out the Japanese script and ad-libbed their way through it. The result is a constant stream of jokes and humor. The actors frequently break the fourth wall, and hint (sometimes more than hint) at hanky-panky. The primary characters all have solid comic timing, and the rest of the cast does a good job with it.

    So an otherwise average series is turned above-average. I'd applaud it wholeheartedly, except that the actors went exceedingly sexual in the later discs (particularly the last one), with a lot of crude sexual remarks coming from the mouths of eleven-year-old characters. I don't mind the occasional sly joke about such things; it's one thing when a grade schooler knows about sex. This goes far, far beyond that.

    Which is a shame. Ghost Stories is a lot of fun, and if that sort of humor had been at least toned down, this would have been a fantastic comedy series.

    Just goes to show you how many things have to go right for something to work for people.

    Tue, 20 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 20, 2006

    I think I've caught my breath now. Work was busy, but not crazy; I was able to keep up with everything, and even have some quiet moments to take a cup of hot tea.

    Though this was hardly the day for a cup of hot anything; the temperature has been climbing steadily for the past few days, and today it was in the lower 90's and humid. I'd walk out of the office and my feet would try to walk me right back inside. It's just too hot for June. June should be a mild month, leading up to the pleasant heat of July and the brutal scorching of August. But you can accept the heat in August, because you know fall is coming, and you know this is the last of summer.

    I came home and, so as to fully recover from this mild illness/allergic reaction of the past few days, I made a pot of stew. Chicken and rice stew, with onions and baby carrots. The hearty, homey scent filled the kitchen like cotton in a comforter. I then made cookies for tea at work this week, and played around a bit with my Secret Programming Project.

    And then I finished The Four Story Mistake. I borrowed this and the other books in the series from my parents when I was over there last, as I happened to remember they were excellent childrens' books and I've been in the mood for some light fare after months of business and self-help books. I remember loving these books as a kid.

    And it was almost as good as I rememberd it. Better, in some ways. The author has a tendency to tell rather than show, but when she does show, she does so fantastically. Some of the phrasings are marvelous.

    All in all, a good day. Productive, but not overwhelming. Wonderful to spend a good chunk of the evening with a treasured childhood book.

    Comments:

    CantneverI looked over at Amazon for information on The Four-Story Mistake. I never heard of it before; it sounds interesting. Your stew sounds wonderful good. :o) Hope you feel better.
    Mon, 19 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, June 19, 2006

    Just cleaned up from a visit from my parents. As usual, we had a great time; I made dinner (hamburgers with onions, Ruffles potato chips, and lemon cake with chocolate icing) and we watched Memoirs of a Geisha.

    Which was quite a remarkable film. I don't know how accurate it is, but it seemed to track with what little I know of Japanese culture. And if nothing else, it's a fascinating little morality play, full of human twists and turns. Friends become enemies. Lives are twisted because of little mistakes. The acting is universally superb.

    And although the ending is generally positive, it's a pretty dark film. The protagonist narrates that, at the end, she "learn(ed) kindness after so much unkindness." She had a really rough life. And it didn't exactly turn out all okay in the end.

    But then, that's life too.

    Sat, 17 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Musings on Beauty and Plot

    Friday night, I watched Avalon, a live-action film from Mamoru Oshii (director of the Ghost in the Shell movies.

    It was about the worst brilliant film I've ever seen. By "brilliant" I mean that every shot was beautifully framed and worth putting up on a wall. By "worst" i mean that it's full of overly-long shots and pointless time spent watching things that just have nothing to do with anything. Do we really need to spend half a minute with the protagonist on the train home? Three times? I'm not exaggerating.

    The plot would have been a lot more interesting if Oshii had really delved into its implications. It concerns one of the top players of a supposedly illegal VR game called "Avalon," one that is insanely difficult at the top levels. In fact, it's so difficult that nobody has been known to beat it. All that have tried have eventually been sidetracked into some mythical "special level" where their minds are blown away and they become vegetables.

    So, most of the film is spent with this player, Ash, as she kicks butt and looks serious and pouty and has grim little conversations with various players. There's a sub-plot dealing with a team she used to play with, but....

    ...actually, that's the problem I had with everything. Nothing in this movie moved me. Ash is a stern, cold woman, so I wasn't particularly interested in her. The other characters are pretty straightforward, and in any event have so little screen time they can't develop to any significant extent. And the plot is such a thriller standard that I had little to look forward to.

    And all of this is told in gorgeous, interminably long sequences of characters, um, walking. Or looking. Or shooting guns. Oooh! I've never seen guns being fired in a movie before.

    So. Not my favorite film. But it sure is beautiful.

    Fri, 16 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Cars, In Many Guises

    I'm preparing a rather massive post to explain the server outages of the past few months. I want to explain exactly the sort of treatment we were getting and the experience we had with iPower. It was...shocking, to be honest.

    But enough about that until I can assemble my thoughts into a coherent explanation. I've been on vacation for the past couple of days, and yesterday I took advantage of this to go see the new Pixar movie Cars.

    If I hadn't started Otherspace lo these two years ago, I'm sure I'd have approached this movie with a completely different mindset. And if I hadn't read universally mediocre reviews of the film, ditto.

    I expected a nicely-animated but drab movie. I got a beautifully constructed little flick.

    Okay, I will agree with most reviewers that the story is straightforward. But so what? Must every story be original or challenging or complex? And I prefer my stories to be thought-provoking, but when they're not...well, you have to look at the rest of the film.

    And the rest of the film is a beautiful testament to the automobile, particularly the American car, and everything it means, from supercharged racing to truck stops in the Midwest.

    This is a movie about cars. Much of the film is spent in a little town on Route 66, now abandoned thanks to a massive interstate that cuts through the scenery instead of winding through it. What starts as a movie about an arrogant racing car stuck in a rural outpost becomes a film about beauty passed by for convenience.

    And what beauty it is. The scenery is flat-out gorgeous. In fact, I wonder if this is Pixar attempting to address a problem they've had: the obsolescence of 3D films. 3D animated films look out-of-date much faster than 2D animated films. Look at Toy Story and Toy Story 2, which look quite stiff and bland by modern standards (and compare them with Pocahontas and Tarzan, the 2D films Disney released in the same years; they both look good today). But the visuals in Cars are classically beautiful; these sweeping vistas of the American Midwest that not only took my breath away, but I wanted to hang on my bedroom wall. You know 3D is good when a still frame is worth, um, framing.

    And the way they animated the cars was interesting, too. Really the only "cartoony" bits were the windshield eyes and the bumper mouths. When we're looking at the rear of the Porsche as it cruises down the highway, it looks like a regular car on the road, and it looks fantastic. It feels like a good car commercial.

    The characters? Fine. No complaints. I loved the inclusion of the Click & Clack, as well as the ubiquitous John Ratzenberger (who, I'm sorry, will always sound like Cliff to me). The rest of the characters are simple, and again, that's okay. I was enjoying the underlying messages of the film rather than studying the subtle nuances of the characters.

    Thu, 15 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Back in Business

    Okay! We're moved over to a new server. Finally.

    This has been a really incredible week. Work was incredibly demanding—people wanted immediate answers to questions, and several pieces of software and hardware decided to stop working. Just before vacation. I left work with a massive headache on Tuesday, just from the strain.

    But now I'm on vacation. I'm not going anywhere; I'm just staying at home, taking care of home business. Cleaning out old files, taking inventory of things that need to be done around the house; that sort of thing. Nothing too fun, though it will be very nice to have some breathing room within which to do all this stuff.

    And I can, on a whim, take a cup of tea out into the garden, and sip it as I watch the birds at the feeders. Bliss.

    Tue, 13 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tuesday, June 13, 2006

    If you can see this, this site has moved to a new server. More information will be coming shortly. Much more.

    Fri, 09 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Friday, June 9, 2006

    Okay, I'm enjoying a breather at work, so I now have some time to actually write something here.

    It's been a bruiser of a week. Just going non-stop, all day, every day. Evenings, too. I get home and realize that I'm out of, say, eggs. So a trip to the grocery store. Or I have a scheduled phone call with somebody. Or something.

    And work...well, I've realized that I've shifted into a new paradigm at work. My time is no longer my own. I'm in a service job now.

    When I started with this company, I was updating documents, which is a highly self-directed job. Sure, documents might come it at any time and I needed to update them, but I got to schedule my time. I could make time for peer reviews and other meetings.

    Now that I'm handling builds, I have to respond to other people's schedules and crises. If someone comes in with a problem, I have to be able to juggle what I'm doing with responding to their work. Which is fine. Just...really tiring.

    But I'm feeling better now. Had a good time with my folks last night, mostly talking, and helping them out with some technical problems. I would look forward to a relaxing weekend, except I know I'll spend much of it working on the server. But...at least I'll be home.

    And I can look forward to my vacation. Oh, probably haven't mentioned that: I'm taking off Wednesday through Friday of next week, and have basically no plans. Will just stay at home, relaxing, enjoying life. Can't wait.

    Comments:

    shadroneYeah, don't ya hate it when people at work don't fill in the paperwork correctly?
    BrentLOL
    Thu, 08 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, June 8, 2006

    Spent a lovely evening with my parents, as usual. A great way to relax from a very tiring week.

    FYI, this site might be unavailable for a few days starting on Sunday, as Saalon and I take care of some underlying server issues. More on that later, once I have time.

    Meanwhile, since I've just returned from the grocery store and it's 11:00 at night and I still need to take a shower, I'm going to save this, take a nice hot shower, and go to bed.

    Wed, 07 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, June 7, 2006

    A quick explanation of my recent blogging absence: The past few days have been bad. Quite bad. I've had some fun family problems, personal problems, and work has been amazingly stressful (my calendar has been literally full all day, every day; I've had to schedule my time in strict half-hour increments).

    And I have to go back to work now, where I know two people will be expecting me to work with each of them exclusively starting the moment I walk in the door. Arg.

    Sat, 03 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Of Machines And Dinosaurs

    Just got finished watching Metropolis (the original silent film) and The Lost World (ditto), which are both still...well, "great" isn't exactly the right word. They don't fully hold up to the test of time. Some of the acting is terrible, and a lot of the F/X are basic at best.

    But they were so impressive for their time. They're so influential. Metropolis is inventive even by modern standards; the explicit symbolism in the film is still striking and thought-provoking (particularly the oppressive machine dials, which turn into the hands of the clock signalling the beginning and end of the shift).

    I was also struck by the disclaimer at the beginning of Metropolis: That this is not a story of the future or the present; merely a story with a moral. I liked that. I liked that it explicitly isn't a prediction of the future, nor a fable about a specific modern situation. It's just a cautionary story, told with robots and machines.

    I also like that, in the end, both sides did things wrong.

    That was the enjoyable culmination of an ultimately enjoyable day. I spent the morning running errands—Antifreeze! Yay!—and in the afternoon went on a long walk along a local trail.

    I walked much further than I'd ever walked before, because the torrential rain last night blew out the mugginess, leaving us with a perfect day: mostly sunny and comfortable, with an occasional cool breeze. I stumbled upon a spot where the trees, now cloaked in heavy summer leaves, hung low over a swollen river that burbled and bubbled beneath the trail. I wish I could live there.

    Got back, and played some Gundam War online. Been trying to get into that game, and...well, that's a long story that I'll save for later.

    Then dinner, which was a failure (but an instructive one), followed by the aforementioned movies.

    And I feel good. I don't feel like I've wasted the day, despite not being "productive." I did do some important maintenance things, and I do need this recharge time.

    Now I can really unleash my creativity on the world.

    Comments:

    CantneverUnleash away! The world is waiting. :o)
    Fri, 02 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Fire!

    It's late and I'm tired, but I just can't pass up the opportunity to blog about this particular day.

    It started with an incredibly busy day at work; meetings scheduled nonstop all morning (starting at 9:00), followed by an afternoon full of little jobs. Productive, but as I slung my bag over my shoulder at 5:00 I felt like I'd definitely earned my day's pay.

    At least I'd been able to get out during lunch for a Chinese meal, followed by a trip to a local store to pick up some more Gundam War cards. Now to just find someone I can play it with. <sigh>

    As I drove home, I stopped in at Suncoast to see if they have in volume 2 of Gundam SEED Destiny, which came out a week and a half ago. They still don't. So, that'll be the end of my involvement with that store; I'll get my anime online. I picked up the latest issue of Newtype, at least, plus a volume of Full Metal Panic and a collection of early (mostly silent) sci-fi films (Metropolis, etc.).

    As I got into the car to drive home, I noticed that the sky had clouded over with disturbingly dark clouds. Sure enough, as I neared my home it started to pour, and when I pulled up to my house I realized I'd left my umbrella at work. So. I stayed in the car and read Newtype as the rain abated, then scurried inside with my stuff.

    Ate dinner, worked for an hour on my secret programming project, and had a lovely talk with Mandy. It began to rain heavily again, and the storm must have passed right through town. Lightning struck very near me; it was like the footstep of God. I heard the wail of a distant siren, and as I put the ingredients into the bread machine for bread tomorrow, I thought of the poor person whose house must've caught on fire.

    As I headed upstairs, the sirens got louder. And louder. Very loud. Sounded like they were coming down the street. I pulled the curtain aside, and sure enough: A fire truck was coming right down the street, close to the house across the street that's on fire ohmygosh.

    So, of course, I ran for the camera. Though at least as I ran, I realized I should go out and help, then countered that the fire department was pulling up to the house right now, so there was already plenty of assistance. I grabbed my camera and ran to the door to discover 1) it was still raining heavily, and 2) the folks inside the house were now standing idly outside, hands in their pockets. Nobody was in danger.

    So I took a few pictures. This was the best, which gives you some idea of their overall quality, or lack thereof:

    [Neighbor House Fire]

    The fire was out within fifteen minutes. I just sat on the cold tile of my entrance way, the door open, looking out at the blaze engulfing a neighbor's roof. It made the worries of my day seem much less...worrisome, as I heard the glass explode.

    Was it petty of me to be annoyed at the loud rumbling of the fire trucks as they idled on the street, as I lay in bed trying to go to sleep?

    Comments:

    CantneverNot petty, normal. But I imagine you were grateful for your day after all.
    Thu, 01 Jun 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Priorities and Schedules and Cookies, The Interrelationships Thereof

    Name a few major areas of your life that you find really satisfying—roles, projects, requirements; whatever you want to call them. Now, for each of them, what are you doing to maintain or move forward with them, and how much time are you devoting to them each week? It needn't be a lot, but there should be some time on each one each week. If not, why not schedule ninety minutes sometime in the next week for each one?

    I tried this exercise recently, and here are the five roles that I've identified:

    1. Writer
    2. Animation Director
    3. Cook
    4. Professor
    5. Samurai Programmer

    And here are the main projects for each:

    1. Writer — Giant Armors, my young adult novel
    2. Animation Director — On hold as I re-think my approach
    3. Cook — Cooking all my own food, usually a big meal with leftovers twice a week, plus an ongoing supply of cookies, ice cream, muffins, and bread (the latter from the bread machine)
    4. Professor — Syllable University
    5. Samurai Programmer — A secret for now

    I realized that I really haven't set aside much time for some of these. I'm keeping up fine with cooking, and I've moved forward a bit on Giant Armors. But I really would benefit from setting aside time just for these. And I should have some other spare time surrounding these; it's not like I'll be spending four hours every evening on all this.

    On the other hand, I've tried scheduling my time before, and it usually turned out poorly. I tended to over-schedule. Hmmm. Well, worth a try, right?

    Sat, 29 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous On Happiness

    So I've had a rough week.

    At work, I've been filling in for a co-worker, taking on all of her responsibilities in addition to my own all week. I spent most of my days responding to near-constant requests for builds, reports, etc. There were a few periods of "down time," but it was a lot of pressure.

    And I discovered that pressure kills my creativity. I arrived home every night and crashed, watching MST3K or just reading. I couldn't even read much; I'd get a headache after a while. Which is like Richard Simmons getting a headache after five minutes of exercise.

    I left work a little early on Friday, after finishing almost everything that was asked of me. I swung by the grocery store, picked up food for the week, arrived home, put the food away, started to make dinner...and realized that I was looking forward to dinner. I wanted to be creative with it. The week was over, and I felt normal again. And I hadn't felt that way for at least ten days.

    Friday evening was spent enjoying myself. I made some ice cream and munched on caramel popcorn while reading more of The Suit (an excellent book on men's clothing), both cats laying next to me, their eyelids drooping.

    I felt happy. Haven't felt that in a while, either.

    Saturday (today) was a blast. I made some pizza, did a few satisfying errands, finished The Suit, and had my parents over for a hugely enjoyable dinner (I made hamburgers and oven fries, a meal I'm still just learning to make).

    So I feel like I'm back in business. Ready for action. And next weekend is Otakon. Whew.

    Comments:

    Cantnever aka AnimomFantastic! Glad you're recovering and ready for a new week. :o)
    Wed, 26 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous This Week In Business

    Staying offline for a whole week at a time proved inefficient. I would want to research an actor or a story, and by the time Saturday rolled around the originating need was overtaken by events. So, okay, I'll come online twice a week.

    And what a week it's been. I'm in a team of three, all of whom do roughly the same thing but on different programs. One of my teammates is on vacation this week, so I'm servicing all of her programs, as well as my own. I've been responding to build requests almost non-stop from nine to five every day.

    But it's been fine. Tuesday was worst; I felt most harried that day. But I'm used to it now, and the week's more than half over, so I'm calm. In fact, today I was downright cheerful as folks stopped by my desk.

    I've realized that I don't handle pressure very well. I'm okay at it, but high-pressure situations make me excitable, irritated, and generally unhappy. This is important to know (so says Peter Drucker, who writes about the value of knowing your strengths).

    Yeah, I've been reading Drucker. If you don't know, Peter Drucker's a management guru who's been writing since World War II. I've never read him before, but have frequently heard the advice, "If you only read two people about business, read Tom Peters and Peter Drucker." Well, I've read Tom Peters (his Brand You 50! never leaves my side at work), and I recently bought The Essential Drucker from ALibris.

    Drucker has a refreshingly straightforward writing style. He writes about fundamentals (at least, he does in this book, which I suppose is not surprising). What's essential to at least lowering the odds of failure in business? Concrete plans for addressing specific customer desires. No vague "We provide top-tier value to our clients" business models. What are you going to do today? This week? How will that help your customers? What impact will that have on the world at large?

    It reminds me of a sign my manager had on top of his computer monitor, so he had to stare at it multiple times per day. It was a silver plaque that read:

    T H I N K !

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    Sat, 22 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tao

    Amazing, really, how things that seem so meaningless can actually be so true.

    I've been reading the Tao Te Ching. Its sayings have dovetailed with what I've been learning in my daily meditations, that external knowledge is less important than internal knowledge. That the path to true peace begins (and ends?) inside one's own being.

    Take away your thoughts and your feelings, and what would be left? A person who is truly at peace no longer needs conscious thought or feelings to function. Not that thought or feeling are bad; just that they aren't necessary to live. Do you need to think about a sunset? Do you need to feel it? Or can you just watch it?

    Comments:

    StephenDo you even need to watch it?
    Sat, 15 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Saturday, July 15, 2006

    I've had a tough week at work. I've been working on several major problems, all of them big technical headaches with no clear path forward. I managed to fix them—I think—on Friday afternoon, so at least I don't have to worry about them this weekend.

    As a result, I've been arriving home and crashing at night. Haven't felt like making or doing much of anything. I'm tired of stir-fry, which has been a staple of my diet for months. At least I can still eat my other dishes.

    So I spent several evenings watching anime. In particular:

    1. Full Metal Panic: The Second Raid. As mentioned earlier, I watched the first half two weeks ago, and thought it was excellent. The last half was fantastic. Absolutely perfect in a lot of ways, though I felt frustrated that the main relationship wasn't pushed forward as much as it felt the show was leading up to that. Still, it was dramatic and funny and exciting and generally everything I love in a mecha show. 'Twas also gratifying to see a few Gundam references.
    2. Eureka 7, another mecha show, this one more inspired by Cowboy Bebop than, say, Gundam (though it has a few fun Gundam references). I'm only a few episodes in, but what I've seen so far has been enjoyable and very well-made.
    3. Strawberry Marshmallow, a perfectly-named show: absolute sugary fluff. It's a modern slice-of-life comedy about a group of of eleven- and twelve-year old girls. Nothing of significance occurs. Best described as "cute little girls doing cute things." Some folks hate saccharine shows like this; I love 'em. Wonder what that says about me.
    4. KamiChu!, another slice-of-life comedy about young girls, though this one is a little more serious. It focuses on four junior high school girls in a slightly alternate world full of small gods; the protagonist has been granted goddess powers and now finds herself in great demand. Lots of good, clean fun.

    Meanwhile, I'm closing in on finalizing draft 2 of Giant Armors, my young adult novel. Several reviewers pointed out that the ending lacks dramatic power, so I've been rewriting several other scenes to make the final fight much more desperate.

    It's been a fascinating experience. The story has diverged so drastically from its initial concept, and I'm having a great time travelling this path. Can't wait to start draft 3, and really flesh out all the descriptions and word choices and such.

    In completely different news, congratulations to Robert Eggleton on net-publication of his fantasy novel Rarity. He sent an advance copy to me to critique, and while I was unable to do that, I provided a blurb for him. The writing is just amazing; fleshed out, detailed, the kind that draws you inexorably in.

    And that's it for me today.

    Sat, 08 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Experiments and Anime

    I'm in day three of an experiment: Except for checking e-mails and blogs, I'm only accessing the internet during one block of time on the weekend.

    The experiment started when my laptop died on Thursday. I came home and, while I knew I could jump onto the internet using my secondary laptop (the one I plan to sell once I've convinced myself that I haven't forgotten anything else on it), I decided to just ignore the internet for the night. I did, and enjoyed myself as I watched some Russian animations, and I thought to myself, "Why not do this every night?"

    Luckily, I had no meetings at work on Friday, so I took the laptop to the Apple store that morning. The "Genius Bar" (a.k.a. tech support) was understaffed, so I ended up waiting for an hour and a half to get serviced. But that was okay; I chatted a bit with one of the women who was being helped, and just observed my environment. Was nice being in the Apple store when it's not massively crowded, too; it seems to be stuffed with people on evenings and weekends. And fortunately, the laptop was fine; I hadn't installed some new RAM correctly.

    So I came home and, after spending about fifteen minutes processing e-mail and blogs, I had the rest of the evening free. I made two batches of ice cream, started on some cinnamon buns for tomorrow, and wrote a few hundred more words of Giant Armors. I feel all creative 'n' stuff now.

    That's partly due to these Russian animations I've been watching. I ordered volume 2 on Amazon.com about a year ago, and was blown away by some of them. I bought volumes 1 and 3 recently, and while there are more duds in these volumes, there were a few amazing works in there. In particular, the stop-motion shorts were fantastic.

    So, here are my top thirteen favorite short films from the "Masters of Russian Animation" collection:

    • "My Green Crocodile," stop-motion fable by Vadim Kurchevsky (1966)
    • "Ball of Wool," stop-motion fable by Nikolai Serebryakov (1968)
    • "Film Film Film," comedy about the filmmaking process by Fyodor Khitruk (1968)
    • "Battle at Kerzehenets," an animation of religious iconographic paintings by Ivan Ivanov-Vano and Yuri Norstein (1971)
    • "Heron and Crane," a fable by Yuri Norstein (1974)
    • "Hedgehog in the Fog," a fairy tale by Yuri Norstein (1975)
    • "Crane Feathers," stop-motion adaptation of a Japanese fairy tale by Ideya Garanina (1977)
    • "Firing Range," modern SF story by Anatoly Petrov (1977)
    • "Hunt," modern fable by Eduard Nazarov (1979)
    • "Travels of an Ant," in which an ant is flung from its nest and entreats others to help it get home, by Eduard Nazarov (1983)
    • "Lion and Ox," African fable by Fyodor Khitruk (1983)
    • "Wolf and Calf," humorous stop-motion fairy tale by Mikhail Kamenetsky
    • "Cabaret," an amazing stop-motion operetta by Ideya Garanina (1984)

    You may note quite a few animations in there by Yuri Norstein. Oddly, he also made an animation, "Tale of Tales," which was voted the greatest animation of all time by a San Francisco festival, and I can't stand to watch it. Nothing at all happens. Nicely done, certainly, but it consists entirely of characters walking around. At least, I assume it does; I couldn't sit through it all.

    Which is such a contrast to an anime series called Full Metal Panic: The Second Raid, an under-appreciated work of raw genius which I'm halfway through. They've taken a solid concept with previously lackluster adaptations and made a fantastic action series and character drama out of it. It's brilliant on numerous levels. I hope someday I will make something this good; this is a masterpiece (a word I rarely use, and that I only use in its full meaning of a once-in-a-lifetime, defining work).

    I also finished The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, which started strong and ended strong. It's another series that works well on numerous levels, though it's primarily a comedy.

    Anyvay. After all that, with several days' diet of no internet, I woke up this morning and made this:

    [Cinnamon Rolls]

    Maybe taking leave of the internet is a good idea....

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    CantneverMouthwatering photo!
    Tue, 04 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 9:55 p.m.</p>

    Well, this has been a practically perfect day.

    I'm sitting on the forest green cushions of my window seat, looking out at the fireworks being set off by my neighbors down the street (they're Hispanic; they've hung an American flag in front of their house). A car just beeped merrily at the fireworks as it passed. To my left, I can see my downstairs bathroom, which has been almost completely renovated today; we put down baseboards, put the sink back after tiling the floor yesterday, and moved the light switch from the middle of one wall (?!) to the other side of the room, next to the door. I can also see my kitchen, in which we hung four extra lights.

    This isn't merely cosmetic; most of the changes are either to replace thirty-year-old fixtures with new ones, or to improve a poor room (until today, my kitchen was lit by two naked bulbs).

    Once we were done today—and boy, were we done—I followed my parents back to their place, where we chatted and had dinner. I made my way back here about an hour ago, and I realized this on the way back:

    I've made it.

    I own my own home and my own car. I'm respected and admired by my parents. I'm keeping in contact with my friends and family, whom I love. I have money left over after paying my bills. I'm in a secure job where I'm doing everything that needs to be done. I feel like I've dealt with most of my psychological issues.

    Obviously, I'm not perfect, and my life's not perfect. But in a lot of the important ways, I feel like I'm where I need to be.

    Now to work on getting to where I should be, I suppose.

    My, it's been a busy couple of days.

    My parents have been stopping by the house every day since Saturday, helping me renovate the downstairs of the townhouse. We ripped up the ugly, faded linoleum floor in the bathroom and laid down new tile, re-painted the kitchen (needed a second coat), and worked on a bunch of other miscellaneous things. Today, we should be able to get new lights set up in the kitchen.

    It feels good to be doing this. To be improving my environment. Finally.

    Sat, 01 Jul 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous 10:53 p.m.</p>

    Today, I drank deeply from the cup of life.

    It tasted like clear, crystalline water. It tasted like the purest honey. It tasted like a snowflake fallen fresh on the tongue.

    It was a full, rich, satisfying day.

    Brennen and the Future

    Brennen wrote:

    today, i felt that we live in an age beyond everythingi thoughtit is not that we have passed some thresholdit is that there are no lines left to crosswe are not even moving on that axisany morethe future was, oncei sometimes think of it fondly but with no hopethe thin tracery of its memoryused to be hard and full of lightbut now we have almost forgotten it.

    As I wrote on his Wala...Nah. We're still moving, just not towards the future we envisioned. It's one of the problems with SF; people don't want to live in the hard-edged, jumpsuited future of golden age (or silver age) SF. The future won't be a radical departure from the past. Which makes it harder to envision.

    I think this is a good thing for all of us, though. There are a lot of things I want to save.

    Thu, 31 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Thursday, August 31, 2006

    I know, I know, I haven't been updating at all. I feel bad, a bit. But, well, (1) I've had no 'net connection; I haven't even been online in the past two days. And (2) I've been supporting my customer at work as they audit all our work (including my work), make sure all our "i"s are dotted and our "t"s are crossed. The customer's great, but it's just exhausting to constantly tweak documents to fix incorrect version numbers.

    But that's over now. And it's amazing how good it feels to complete something like that. I feel free.

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    Sun, 27 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Mulching and the Digging

    My gardening sprint continues. I spent a good chunk of this morning staring at my front yard, trying to figure out how to make it look less bland. For reference, here's what it looked like three months ago.

    I've decided to put a low shrub border along the sidewalk, then build several sweeping stone walls to create curved borders going up both sides of the walkway. Then fill those borders with whatever plants make sense.

    But before I do that, I need to fill in some of those astilbe (the plants on either side of the walkway; hard to see in the picture). So I bought seven more of them today, plus more shrubs to fill in under the window.

    As I mentioned in an earlier post, I don't get the heady rush from digging in the soil that's reported by so many gardeners. I don't like to run my fingers through good soil. I'm interested in the higher-level aspects of gardening, the design and the layout and positioning large beds to create impressive sweeps of auburn flowers.

    Of course, few people do enjoy all the manual labor. And perhaps that's part of the package. People are impressed by beautiful gardens not just because of the aesthetic design, but also by the assumed work that went in to creating and maintaining it. One does get credit for the mulching and the digging.

    Which is true of most of life, really.

    Sat, 26 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tech Support

    An update on the thrilling saga of my DSL: I don't have any anymore. The promised tech support phone call on Wednesday never happened, and coincidentally I got a flyer in the mail that day, advertising Verizon DSL for half the price of Earthlink. So I signed up for Verizon and cancelled my Earthlink account on Thursday.

    Which was not without its surprises: While on the phone with Earthlink cancelling my account, the Earthlink rep asked me if the tech rep had been by my house yet. I blinked and asked what she meant. She said that they'd already dispatched a tech to check the line at my house. Well, that would have been helpful to know.

    But I cancelled anyway. I felt even more justified by that decision when I received an automated phone call this morning, asking me to talk to them about my open trouble ticket. So they haven't even closed the ticket, despite cancelling my entire account. Great. I have no faith in this company anymore.

    I've learned two things from this and my experiences with iPower:

    • If you get a tech who asks you to repeat things you've already done, or who doesn't appear to know what s/he's talking about, politely end the call and call back. There are good techs at these companies; you just have to be willing to end a call with the bad ones.
    • If there's a persistent problem, do not hesitate to ask to speak to a manager. Managers have a remarkable ability to resolve your problems magically and immediately. Saalon believes this is partly because managers don't want to be bothered with these things, so they'll use their power to get rid of you as quickly as possible.

    Getting back to Verizon: Thus far, I've been impressed with Verizon's service. I received my hardware the day after I signed up, and it included Mac instructions as well as PC instructions. I only have two frustrations: their Flash-based installation program had an error at one point, and I have to wait a few days for my account to activate before I can get online. But even those are minor annoyances.

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    Thu, 24 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Ultimate Disc Throwing!

    So I played my first game of Ultimate Frisbee yesterday. And boy, my muscles are tired. I feel like I've been hit by a car.

    I had fun, though. The rules are relatively straightforward; one team plays defense and throws the disc to the team playing offense, then tries to prevent the offense team from getting the disc to their end of the field. If you catch the disc, you can't walk or run from that spot; you have to throw it to one of your team-mates. If the disc is dropped, goes out of bounds, or is intercepted, it's given to someone on the other team and they can now try to score a goal. And that's about it.

    The rules make a big deal about encouraging and assuming a spirit of fair play, which is a nice change. The rules strive to be clear but not complicated, as it's assumed that players will resolve problems themselves.

    We had a total of nine players, so one person switched out. Four per side felt comfortable; enough that each person got the disc at least occasionally. I had a good time, though I clearly lack the strategic and tactical thinking, and my body just wasn't ready for the workout. We played for a good hour.

    I'm looking forward to playing again next week, but boy am I sore now. I've been walking like a zombie since yesterday afternoon.

    Comments:

    BrennenThough I am these days but a slowly wasting ghost of my former ultimate playing self, I still heartily approve of the sport. Stick with it -- like most things that derive their complexity from the interactions of a few basic rules, it rewards extended study. And, you know, running yourself into the ground.
    StephenWe usually play with a running catch clause. You can take three steps with the frisbee. This means you can catch it on a fast run and are able to slow to a stop, or you can catch it at a stop and take some strategic paces. Also any defending player must stay arms length away from the frisbee holder.


    I've only played with very large groups, 8 on 8 or 10 on 10 and it's a blast.

    Big tip? Learn the tomahawk throw, it is useful to no end. The reverse throw is handy, but you can manage without.
    BrennenIt really depends on the level of play you're at. I've played some "barefoot mass of hippies" style ultimate, and it's a lot of fun (the beer-in-hand variant is good too), but I think reasonably competitive 7-on-7 is really where it's at.

    If you're going to play the game seriously, becoming equally fluid with forehand and backhand throws is an absolute requirement. Other stuff - the tomahawk/hammer, scoobers, thumbers, etc. - is mostly going to lose you the disc until you really know how and when to throw it.

    My advice would be A) get some decent cleats if you don't have a pair - $40-50 off of a clearance rack will probably do it, and B) throw around a lot.
    StephenMaybe I have a weird knack, but I picked up the tomahawk (yeah hammer, I was trying to remember its other name) throw in a few minutes and I found it to be just the key for making a pass straight through a defender. A curving arc would work, but it's much easier to read and intercept. The hammer is practically unblockable up close.

    Cleats, yeah. Oh yeah.

    Definitely throw around. A full weight frisbee (175 grams?) is ideal, but anything is better than nothing.

    Aghh, now I really want to get my frisbee on. Thank god the students are back in town.
    MandySo how do you score? Is there a goal (like soccer) or an end zone (like football)? If it's an end zone, does the disc just have to land there, or does someone actually have to catch it?
    BrennenEnd zone, and you have to make a catch. For optimal effect, you'll do it by either spectacularly out-jumping your defender and snatching the disc, or by making an impossible looking superman-style layout, extra kudos for landing in any standing water. Of course, if you're really good or really fast these things might not be *necessary*.

    Ultimate is much closer to the soccer end of the continuum than the (US) football end, in general. It's close to being a continuous-motion game, except for stopping while you're holding the disc.
    BrennenI definitely concur that the hammer's got uses, but the difficulty in reading & intercepting it also translates into a difficult catch.

    The 175 gram Discraft is a must, IMO.
    BrentExcellent tips, everyone, thanks! Any suggestions on how to practice with discs? Seems to me like a lot of throwing, to one end of the field, walking over there, throwing again, walking, etc.
    BrennenWell, if you're truly hardcore you can throw to yourself while sprinting down the beach barefoot in a strong wind...

    My actual advice would be find some people to throw with.
    Wed, 23 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Wednesday, August 23, 2006

    If you've sent me an e-mail in the past day or so, I'm afraid I haven't seen it. My apologies, but after intermittent internet connection problems over the past few weeks, my DSL router at home has decided to completely die stop transmitting data. So I spent a good chunk of yesterday evening on the phone with Earthlink, trying to convince tech support that, yes, I'd already reset the modem, but yes, I'll do it again just for you. And boy wouldn't you know, it still isn't working.

    This is my third Earthlink DSL modem in eighteen months. And, while about half of the tech support people have been great, the other half have been patronizing and condescending. I'm now to the point where I think I'm going to abandon Earthlink and go with Verizon. I'm already paying Verizon for my phone line, so I might as well get DSL through them.

    So, I can now only access the internet at work or at coffee shops. A second-tier tech should be calling me tonight to verify that my DSL modem still isn't working, and hopefully send me a replacement. Which means I still probably won't get online at home for at least a few days. :sigh:

    This was on top of an exhausting day yesterday; it was Errands Day, so I spent all evening getting rid of old stuff and buying new stuff. Got some new socks and a belt at the Outlet Mall, a towel rack from Williams-Sonoma, and some candles from Yankee Candle. Yaaaay.

    Tue, 22 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous THX on Tap

    Came home last night after a busy day at work (that's become a theme, hasn't it? And a good thing; keeps me from being deathly bored), tossed some laundry in the machine, vacuumed my bedroom (for the first time in months), and headed outside. I dug up about two square feet of soil, added some good garden soil, and went back inside. Seems odd, but I'm experimenting with spending ten minutes a day in the garden, and I really need to improve the soil in one particular area. That's all I could get done in ten minutes, so that's all I did. Should be interesting to see if I continue this, or fall out of the habit.

    Anyvay. I finished that, checked the fluid levels in my truck and cleaned the inside, then came back into the house and realized I couldn't do another thing. So I plopped down on the couch and watched THX-1138, George Lucas's first film.

    I'd bought it as Suncoast last week, when they were selling it for six dollars and I had a five-dollar-off coupon. It was certainly worth a dollar.

    I saw THX once before, on Bravo when I lived with my parents. I thought then that it was a visually interesting but over-long and pretentious film. Now, I dislike it less. I don't exactly like it; it still feels over-long. But it is a stylish and involving film, once you get past the stark visuals. And it was meant to be stark, at least, so that's not a failing of the movie.

    Besides its length, and the long stretches where little happens, my only other complaint is that it was a commentary on the "hyper consumerism" of the early 70's. And I have little patience with the concept of hyper consumerism. Most people don't buy Tide because they saw one ad for it on TV; they buy it because they want clean clothes and it's worked for them in the past. Now, I dislike ads and people can certainly be affected by them, and some people do buy things to feel good. But that doesn't mean the entire culture is full of sheep who blindly follow Madison Avenue.

    But THX is about more than that, which alleviates the boredom. It's Brave New World done better than any adaptation of Brave New World I've ever seen. There's a brilliantly chilling shot near the end of children riding up an elevator, their heads shaved, wearing identical clothing, chemical drips on their arms, all with innocent and questioning expressions, all heading for the same drab life.

    I also watched the documentary on it, which revealed a few interesting tidbits:

    • The first film that Lucas made was a short student film called THX-1138 EB4.
    • The short film wasn't his story. It was written by two classmates, who had abandoned the story in favor of something else. He took it and made the movie because he wanted to do something science fiction-y.
    • The short film got him all sorts of awards and recognition, and the friendship of Francis Ford Coppola, who got him the money to make the full film version.
    • They were originally going to make the feature film in Japan, and Lucas spent some time there in the early 70's, but realized that getting approval would be a nightmare. I suspect this is where Lucas was first introduced to anime.
    • Coppola insisted that Lucas write the script for the feature film version, despite Lucas protesting that he couldn't write a screenplay. Lucas eventually did write the first draft of the screenplay and showed the result to Coppola, who then said, "Boy, you were right; you can't write a screenplay." Lucas then got one of the classmates who wrote the short film to help him adapt the script. It should be noted that, of all six Star Wars films to date, Lucas had assistance writing two of them: The Empire Strikes Back and Return of the Jedi.
    • Much of the film was re-written to take place within the locations that Lucas knew he could get approval to shoot in.
    • Lucas shot the film in seven weeks.
    • The DVD version has new footage. There's some additional CG to fill out a few scenes, though nothing changes the story. It's mostly revamped views from windows to show the underground city and some industrial machinery, plus a few extra shots of those incredibly cool cars when THX escapes in one.

    I also watched a bit of This is Spinal Tap, which was fun, but not as much fun as I'd anticipated. I guess I'm not enough of a rock fan to find the parody that funny when I've already seen it a bunch of times. Or maybe I just wasn't in the mood.

    Comments:

    StephenBut people do buy Tide because they think its familiar and safe. Advertising is more powerful and pervasive than you give it credit for. I suggest reading 'Corporate Planet' by Joshua Karliner.
    AnonymousIt's also the consistent winner for best detergent in Consumer Reports
    Sun, 20 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 20, 2006

    I've had a very busy weekend; apologies to various friends for not being as responsive as usual (Mandy, in particular). My parents have been over, installing a new counter top in my kitchen, replacing the faucet, and doing a few other touch-ups around the house.

    Since I moved in, I've had a bunch of renovations to be done. Now most of them are done (at least, it feels like most of them are done; hard to tell sometimes as the list grows and shrinks). I've only three major things left on the list: Tiling the backsplash in the kitchen, tiling the kitchen and dining room floors, and putting a vanity in the upstairs bathroom. There are a few other things to do, but those are the primary tasks.

    I hope to have them all done in time for my Halloween Party this year. If you're reading this, you're probably invited; you'll get an e-mail at some point. I have a lot of seasonal food planned, plus showings of old monster movies like the original Dracula and Frankenstein. And I'm inviting practically everyone I know, so it should be interesting.

    On a completely different note, I saw Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest tonight. I thoroughly enjoyed myself. Like Snakes on a Plane, it's a perfect summer blockbuster film: fun, visually interesting, and a great ride. About as deep as the glass on a painting, but then nobody watches a pirate movie for depth.

    So it's been a fun weekend, though a tiring one. Can't complain about that.

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    Sat, 19 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Something's Different

    So I saw Snakes on a Plane yesterday evening, and had a truly unique experience.

    The film itself was a perfect summer blockbuster. It knew exactly when to be silly, when to have action, when to slip in some comedy, and when to move the plot along. The characters were cardboard and the plot was obvious, but this is a summer blockbuster. It's not supposed to be Deep; it's meant to be thoroughly entertaining. And that it is.

    Though I suspect I'll have a tough time watching it alone, without the benefit of an audience full of enthusiastic teens and young adults.

    Which brings me to the truly unique experience. Near the end, when Sam Jackson said, "I've had it!," the guys sitting behind me said, "Oh, yeah!" and started screaming the Big Line. And the folks in front of me followed suit. And I ended up screaming out the Big Line with them.

    We were all yelling out a line that none of us had seen before. It's the line they specifically added into the movie because fans requested it.

    What does that say about the future of filmmaking? Probably nothing; I doubt that anyone in the film industry is paying any attention to Snakes on a Plane. But that feels like the first tremor in a big quake to me. It feels like the first shot in a war.

    Would it really be so bad if Hollywood started listening to fans?

    Comments:

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    BrennenWhy do I suspect Anonymous is a spambot?
    shadroneAt least it's a polite spambot.
    BrentYeah, and I think I'll keep it. As long as it's not obvious spam, I have no problem with it.
    Fri, 18 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tea

    Just stumbled on A Nice Cup of Tea, a short article on tea making by George Orwell. As always, well-written and thought provoking, even when writing about tea.

    I certainly prefer tea to other drinks, and I always take it without sugar or milk (unless I'm ill and want something sweet that will go down easily). But when it comes to style and flavor, I admit that I prefer fruit-flavored tea to the stronger Darjeelings and Earl Greys. At work, I usually drink Blackcurrant mixed with a little Earl Grey, and at home I usually reach for the Twinings Four Fruit. Intense teas just taste bitter to me.

    I can say that loose tea has a better flavor than bagged tea, though you can't beat the convenience of bagged tea. You can also double-up tea bags to intensify the flavor.

    Comments:

    BrennenI've always been a fan of strong teas, for some reason. I had a serious yerba mate habit for a while, which is sort of the nuclear option of tea-like substances, at least if you consume it using the gourd full of leaves + filtered straw method.
    AnonymousInteresting, I've never been able to enjoy tea at all, not matter how much sugar (or whatever) I add. I do like the aroma it gives off though.
    StephenThey taste bitter because you need to add sugar. :-)
    BrennenOrwell's contention, of course, is that tea (like beer) is *supposed* to be bitter.
    Thu, 17 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Homemaking

    And I still can't get rid of a nagging cough left over from the Hungarian Death Plague. How long can it take? Guess I shouldn't be complaining, though; I could have serious complications and be unable to breathe for the rest of my life. There's always that.

    Anyway. A good day. Dropped off some old things at Goodwill, so there are no more piles of clothes laying around my bedroom. (They're under the bed now.) Picked up some Southern Comfort bourbon whiskey at the nearby ABC store (more on that later). Stopped by Target and picked up miscellaneous useful things, including two desk lamps which now sit on my desk and will keep my face nice and bright for my webcam.

    After a long but satisfying day at work, I came home exhausted. So I used the bourbon to make myself what I bought it for: my first mint julep. Following half-remembered, Alton Brown directions, I ground ten mint leaves (from the garden) with sugar in the bottom of a glass until it formed a sort of green paste, then added ice, spritzed in some seltzer water, added the bourbon, and topped it off with a bit more seltzer water.

    It was strong and delicious. A little less Southern Comfort next time, I think, and it'll taste perfect. There were also bits of leaf floating in the drink; I think I need to grind it down more. Still, a success.

    That gave me some pep, so I watered and weeded the garden a bit, microwaved some homemade pizza, and checked e-mails and blogs. I even perked up enough to make my own pickles. Another Alton Brown recipe, this was...well, like most cooking. Easier than I'd feared, but requires some practice to do perfectly. Haven't tasted the pickles yet, and I'm looking forward to it.

    So. Um. Very exciting day. In any event, here's the recipe. I plan to increase it by 50% next time, as I didn't have enough liquid to fill both jars.

    HARDWARE:
    Large pan
    Two pickle jars, cleaned
    Knife
    Cutting board

    SOFTWARE:
    Two cucumbers
    1/2 small onion
    1 cup water
    1 cup cider vinegar
    1.5 cups sugar
    Pinch kosher salt
    1/2 teaspooon mustard seeds
    1/2 teaspooon turmeric
    1/2 teaspooon celery seeds
    1/2 teaspooon pickling spice

    Combine all ingredients except cucumber and onion in the pan and turn it up to medium, stirring occasionally. When it reaches a boil, reduce heat to medium-low (3 out of 10) and simmer for four minutes.

    Meanwhile, slice each cucumber in half, then quarter each half lengthwise, and put in a jar (one jar should hold one cucumber). Slice the onion thinly and divide between the jars.

    When the juice has simmered, pour it into the jars. Let jars cool to room temperature, top them off, lid and refrigerate. Note: juice is sticky and pans often pour badly; I'm going to use a turkey baster to transfer the liquid next time.

    Comments:

    MandyRegarding pcikles: http://www.threadless.com/product/491/Pickles_are_just_cucumbers_soaked_in_evil
    BrennenThat is a fairly wonderful t-shirt.
    BrentHeh. I like it. If I wore anything other than black shirts, I'd be tempted to buy one.
    Wed, 16 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Another Inkscape tutorial

    Just uploaded another tutorial to Inkscape Tutorials, "Creating Text with a Dropshadow."

    I could use a less bland name for the Inkscape Tutorials site. Any suggestions?

    Comments:

    BrennenInktut Scapetorials?
    StephenInkscape Methods?
    AnonymousReally amazing! Keep working. I enjoyed me visit.









    Brennenspambot
    Brennen(I could be wrong about that, incidentally, but you might want to check your comment code, Brent - I think I may have accidentally discovered that it's letting (some?) raw HTML through.)
    Tue, 15 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Garden

    They say that the opposite of hate is not love, but indifference. Well then, I have a love/indifference relationship with my garden.

    There are days when I love puttering around out there, amongst the plants and flowers and mulch. And there are many more days when I see no point in it all. They're just plants. Let 'em live their own lives.

    This is a particular problem now, as I'm in a "love" upswing. I've been watering and weeding and trimming every evening for the past couple of days, happily envisioning a much bigger, tamer, more colorful garden.

    But I know that will end. What will sustain my garden during the dull times? I've tried setting aside five minutes a day to maintain my garden, and like most things I do so enthusiastically for a week or two, then fall out of the habit. I have too many things that need five minutes a day (e-mail, snailmail, blogs, my tickler file, my library, meditation, scripture reading, Tai Chi...). I don't get to all of that every day as it is.

    Mon, 14 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Evening

    The lamps bathe the soft beiges of the living room in soft, warm light. The cats lay on the couches, sleepily staring at me sideways. Freshly-baked muffins cool on a rack, while chocolate chip cookies patiently scent the house from their hiding places in the oven. My Bible lays open on my lap as I dive through Romans chapter four, which I'm now reading at full comprehension for the first time in my life.

    It was a long, busy day at work, and the lingering sniffling nose and wheezing throat only made it feel longer. But this more than makes up for it.

    It's a good thing that, every so often, life's perfect. Thank God.

    Comments:

    BrennenNice poll question, incidentally.
    Anonymous8/16/2006 4:11:07 AM
    excellent site! keep up the good work!
    Anonymous8/16/2006 4:11:43 AM
    excellent site! keep up the good work!
    Sun, 13 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Sunday, August 13, 2006

    Nothing quite like a walk around town to make one feel a little more alive. Helps after spending the past four days locked up in the house.

    Which is not exactly fair; on Friday my parents were kind enough to bring out some emergency rations (ginger ale and baked beans; what better for when you don't want to cook? Except chicken noodle soup, which none of us thought of). And on Saturday, I went to Guy's Night Out, though the featured attraction was a miss. Attack of the Fifty-Foot Woman (the original), a boring pseudo-morality tale that took two hours to get to the cool giant stuff, and was full of bland, evil characters. Pah.

    We did get to see the pilot episode of the new Doctor Who, and wow is it fantastic! No, seriously, I loved every minute of it, and not in a cheesy retro way. They managed to update it without losing certain essential elements (like the TARDIS). And the new Doctor is perfect; quick on his feet, very intelligent, rather scattered, and morally a bit ambiguous.

    Meanwhile, today was spent at home, mainly getting back on my feet after the Death Plague last week. Paid some bills online—and why doesn't everyone else do this? I can pay all my bills in under ten minutes, every other week.

    Anyvay. I discovered I had some cash left over, so I ordered six identical webcams online. I plan to also buy a bunch of USB headsets and give one of each to my various friends spread throughout the land, so we can use Skype to talk with each other using video. Now I just wish Skype allowed videoconferencing, so that myself, Saalon, and Brennen could be in the same videophone call together. Ah well, certainly someday.

    Sat, 12 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Inky Silence

    Sorry for the silence; I came down with some sort of Death Plague that laid me in bed since Wednesday. I seem to be mostly over it by now, though.

    Meanwhile, I've uploaded a few Inkscape tutorials in the hopes that it will help others learn that wonderful tool. And there seems to be very few decent Inkscape tutorials out there.

    Comments:

    BrennenI dig the Inkscape stuff. I've been using it here and there for a while, but I think I need to upgrade to a newer release - which I'll probably be installing Ubuntu in order to do, since Debian has reached one of its periodic "nope, sorry, there is no upgrade path from here" junctures.
    Tue, 08 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Inkscape

    I've been playing around with Inkscape, a graphical editing program. That's a clunky description, I realize, but there are about five hundred and twenty-three different applications that "manipulate images," and it seems each does something slightly different than the rest. None can be described in three words.

    Anyway, Inkscape lets you draw vector-based graphics, which means when you draw a line, the program remembers the beginning and endpoint of the line, and what you did with it, so after drawing twenty other lines, you can go back to the first one and make just that one a different color. Or shift its position slightly. Or whatever.

    It's also free and open-source. This attracted me, since I have a paranoid suspicion that the maker of any closed-source application I use will die out sooner rather than later, and open-source applications at least have a better chance of survival and continued support, improvements, bug fixes, etc.

    Anyway, so I've been playing around with it. I have no pretty self-made graphics to share, sadly, as I appear to be a slow, detail-oriented artist. I like building up complex scenes rather than dashing off a quick logo. I'm working on an SF scene with mecha and futuristic buildings, which will probably look terrible but will at least teach me Inkscape.

    I do have a before-and-after graphic to show, though, since one of the reasons I downloaded Inkscape was to try my hand at "vectoring" an image into a wallpaper. What does "vectoring" mean? Well, a lot of images would make lovely desktop wallpapers, but are grainy or otherwise low in quality. One cleaning method involves tracing vector lines on top of the grainy lines, using a program like Inkscape.

    I have an image like that, from Bokura ga Ita (Akitaroh Daichi's latest, a high school romantic comedy). I may never finish it, since it is quite a bit of work, but in any event I wanted to show you an example of the process, before and after.

    [Original]
    Original

    [Inkscaped]
    Inkscaped

    Comments:

    Mon, 07 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Miscellany Born From Exhaustion

    I'm back from Otakon 2006. It was exhausting but great fun; got to hang out with several friends. It's always much better with friends than alone. Infinitely better.

    I've gone to quite a few anime conventions alone. In fact, I think I spent Otakons 2001 through 2004 alone, as well as my visits to Katsucon. The only reason I wasn't alone at last year's Otakon was because I was with the Otherspace crew.

    I've posted a report along with photos of some cosplayers.

    I had a tiring day at work, though it's a good kind of tiring. I realized that I have to change a viewpoint I wrote about earlier; I wrote that my job is half self-directed and half service of others. It's actually all service of others. Even the self-directed bit is there to help other people.

    See, I've been frustrated by the number of people who stop by my cube to ask me a question or ask me to do a build as soon as possible. But that's my job, to answer questions and do builds as requested. (Though folks are supposed to give me some notice ahead of time for builds.)

    ...ugh. My apologies; I can't write tonight. Though perhaps I feel that way because I've been reading my precious copy of unrequited poetry, a book of poetry containing some of Brennen's work (source). There's a lot of fantastic poetry in here. One of my favorites, by CarolAnn Bearnes:

    Drag bare feet through sun-warmed gravel,shifting the impressions leftbehind by passing cars—altering memories in the mind of a countryroad. Clouds drift by like children'sdaydreams, on the run,and words are vacantshells that cannot holdthe sound of abumblebeeinspecting my hand, or the waymomentsfold in on themselves.

    Sorry, I'm bushed. That's all I can write today.

    Comments:

    BrennenI'm glad you approve. (Especially as my first paying customer...)
    Thu, 03 Aug 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Outstanding Anime

    A friend of mine was recently complaining that there's no good anime coming out these days. I disagreed, strongly, but could only come up with a few examples off the top of my head. Here's a more complete list, of shows that have come out in the past year:

    • Eureka 7 — A fusion of giant mecha and Cowboy Bebop. As of disc one, at least; who knows where this will go? But beautiful animation combines with a goofy and fun-loving take on standard anime tropes.
    • Mushishi — Every couple of years, anime has a dark, thought-provoking series; Key, lain, Boogiepop Phantom, and Kino's Journey. This is the most recent one, in which a man wanders the Japanese countryside, resolving problems that come about from use and misuse of strange tiny creatures called mushi.
    • Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex 2nd Gig — After a hit-and-miss first episode, this "second season" of Stand Alone Complex is at least as good as the first. Which is saying a lot; the first season was fantastic.
    • Full Metal Panic: The Second Raid — Never thought I'd put this on the list, but the third FMP! series delivers on all the promise of the first series: Great action, a lot of character conflict, and real diving into some of the characters'...well, character.
    • Coyote Ragtime Show just started airing a month ago, and while it has so many cliches...well, it uses them all with such enjoyable abandon that I couldn't help enjoying every minute of it. When the opening sequence visually references both Ghost in the Shell and Gundam Seed, I grin. And it has some great action sequences.
    • I thought Ouran High School Host Club was another silly high school romantic comedy until I read a review that explained that it's a parody of Revolutionary Girl Utena (in fact, about half of Ouran's staff worked on Utena). And then I got it: It's taking a much lighter, comedic view of the adolescent struggles highlighted in Utena, telling a solid story while poking fun at cliches that Utena helped create.
    • Bokura ga Ita — Akitaroh Daichi's latest show (he of the greatness that was Kodocha; Now and Then, Here and There; and Fruits Basket). He's in his prime here, having great fun with a high school romance.
    • I can't forget The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, the big fan favorite of the past six months. It's primarily a comedy, but it does so much more than that. When it ventures into mystery or action or drama, it does it perfectly.

    Anyway. In other news, I'm off to Otakon this weekend, so I doubt I'll be updating for a while. I'm nervous about it, as I always am. Anime conventions are always overwhelming, since there's so much to see and do and take care of—parking, food, getting your badge, etc. I prefer things that are simple and easy and known, and cons are very much unknowns.

    Comments:

    StephenDon't forget Tsubasa Chronicles. I've never seen it but a friend of mine is quite hooked on it.

    Also Prince of Tennis just finished its anime run last year, and it's so utterly awesome.
    Thu, 28 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Tom Watson's Thought

    I read something else in The Brand You 50 that's been bouncing around in my head a lot lately. I believe it was a quote from Tom Watson of IBM, who suggested:

    Stop doing non-excellent stuff.

    And it got me thinking. How much of my time is spent doing stuff that's just uninteresting? Or that just doesn't help anyone or anything?

    (Note that you can have excellent relaxation. This is not about working more.)

    It's also made me think about scale. There's "non-excellent stuff" in the larger sense, which is about rethinking all those projects we're involved in and re-framing them in ways that can make them cool.

    But there's also the smaller scale. What am I doing right now? When I cook, what am I striving for? Palatbility? Or excellence?

    (Note that reaching for excellence does not mean expecting it. I can fall short a hundred times; that's not the point.)

    In other words, what are my standards? For my work? For my writing? For my driving? (Oof.) For the books I read? For my conversations with other people? (Do I chat about the weather or do I try to go deeper, with the people I care deeply about?)

    Thanks, Tom; I have a lot to think about. And a lot to do, which is even more important.

    Comments:

    Wed, 27 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A quick referral

    I've been following this, and it's inspired me to save a fair bit of money: The Million Dollar Savings Club.

    One major feature, to me, is the steady buildup of three piles of physical cash. You actually see piles of cash sitting on your dresser, and that's quite inspiring. I want them to grow, because I can see them. Much more inspiring than the drab financial game of making numbers add up in a checkbook, or watching numbers fluctuate on a website.

    Comments:

    StephenBut the dresser doesn't give interest. Better to just cut out three bucks a day from your regular spending. But, then, does anyone really buy an expensive ($3+) coffee or whatever everyday?
    BrennenWell, yes. Actually I'm pretty sure lots of people do exactly that.
    Tue, 26 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Automation

    I've been thinking a lot about automation lately.

    First, I've been working a bit on this server, and I've noted how many things I'd like to be notified about. For example, I'd like to know when...

    • ...the server logs get really big and need to be trimmed
    • ...one of my webpages links to a webpage that's now dead
    • ...the traffic to one of my sites increases significantly
    • ...some program on the server begins to eat up a large amount of processing time and/or memory

    Thanks to Brennen, I have a little more automation running on this server. I'm now notified about most of the above things.

    I've also been implementing some automation at work. I discovered that Microsoft Word will read a specially-formated XML document as a .doc file. This is a big deal for me, since it means I can write a script that will print out a .doc file. And that means that I can automatically generate a major report that we have to create every year or so.

    One of my great automation inspirations is Vernor Vinge's Marooned in Realtime, an SF novel involving people from multiple time periods. The really advanced humans have huge amounts of automation, both as robots and as computer programs that monitor and report all sorts of things. Everyone knows how to create these things.

    That strikes me as a pretty neat future, one in which everyone can automate their lives. Seems to me that we don't automate enough things. I have to tweak several files every time I upload a photo to my pictures; I would be so much more willing to upload photos if that were more automated.

    What would you like to automate in your life?

    Comments:

    BrennenMost of my job?

    More realistically, I'd like to stop manually checking any of a dozen input streams (3 e-mail accounts, a bunch of blogs, etc.) for new material. It would be really nice to do much less bookkeeping on messaging systems in general. I should spend the 15 minutes to gin up a way to post new p1k3 content without leaving vim.
    BrennenI think the problem is that automated processes require just enough initial thought to be vexing, and on top of that they're fragile.

    The first time I set up those nifty little shell scripts and cron jobs and what have you, I thought "gosh, why didn't I do that ages ago?" By the fifth time a change in webservers or mail clients or whatever necessitated replacing them again, I was back to doing things the stupid way with more keystrokes, and it's taken me forever to make the effort again. False laziness is endemic.
    BrentActually, you can automate those input streams nicely. I have several e-mail accounts that all forward to one, and are sorted into folders. The blogs are all syndicated into one newsreader. I spent about twenty minutes each night and I'm caught up on all my e-mail and (at last count) thirty blogs.
    BrentBut I definitely have felt frustrated when a script breaks or what-have-you. There's a lot there for me to fix. That said, 1) a fragile script indicates an area where I can learn better programming skills, and 2) every bit of automation I've written has had at least one golden moment of revealing some fundamental flaw in my system, where it's been worth every minute I spent writing it.
    BrennenConcur.

    I think there are some generalizable reasons the automation facilities we have are underutilized. One is that most people aren't using a unix platform or any reasonable approximation, so the known available tools are pretty limited (they're there, to an extent - I know Windows does scheduling, and surely somebody is using all those embedded scripting tools for something besides malware - Macs have had Applescript forever and a day - but most users don't know this stuff exists). I think the more profound ones are close to what I mentioned above - automation takes thought, which is another way of saying that programming is hard. And automation really does tend towards fragility. I know the tools could be improved and made more robust, but I think they will continue to be fragile in some sense at least until we have strong AI.

    I just had the thought, not for the first time, that part of all this has to do with how the computer systems we use have become generic and commodified, which is not the reality that automation-friendly environments like unix evolved in. A unix system still expects to be the world for a set of users, not one point of access out of many for a single user. This is reflected in everything from home directories to mail systems to all the little identity-related tools like finger and .plan files that have largely fallen by the wayside. In a long-lived computing environment which sees a significant portion of its users interactions with the software ecosystem, my guess is that the shortcutting and automation is a lot less fragile, just because the environment persists.
    Brennen"users'", I meant to say.
    BrennenAnd does anyone else kind of miss that idea? The shared environment of your home machine? MOTDs and talk and the graceful mapping of some directory in your home onto domain.org/~jrandom/?
    BrentWow. My forum just became worth every hour I put into it. And yeah, I concur. I actually see my home machine as a shared environment, but I hadn't realized that that's probably because of my increased Unix experience over the past five years or so.
    Thu, 21 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Brand You

    I've been re-reading Tom Peters' The Brand You 50, a book I agree with more every time I read it. His basic premise is that 90% of white collar jobs will be annihilated or completely redefined in the next ten years. I've quoted that to a few people, and the reaction has always been the same: sage nods in agreement. But what are they actually doing about it? Nothing.

    Peters aims to change that with Brand You 50, by laying out a lot of practical advice. His idea: See yourself as a one-person company who contracts out to other companies temporarily (where "temporarily" may be five years). And, more importantly, set yourself up like a one-person company. Are you advertising yourself? If you do a short paying job for a friend, can you print up an invoice that feels like it came from you?

    I've been working on this, off-and-on, for a while. I spent today revamping my personal invoice template. I rewrote the main page of this site into a catalog of my various sites and subsites, and added a brief self-description. Because this is important. Because I may get my next job through this site.

    If there was one thing you could do to make yourself more like a brand, what would it be?

    Comments:

    BrennenHighly unpalatable.
    Stephen"His basic premise is that 90% of white collar jobs will be annihilated or completely redefined in the next ten years."

    I find that extremely unlikely. "Dow 36,000" unlikely.

    I don't want to be a brand. I'd rather go blue collar.
    BrennenI don't know about the next 10 years, but I do have the sense that things are changing pretty drastically. Job security, benefits, and traditional retirement all feel like they've been going away for a while now.

    I think blue collar work has a tendency to suck so hard that it makes you think seriously about how cool it'd be to sit at a desk tweaking spreadsheets all day long.

    That said, I suppose it depends on what you mean by blue collar. I think the trades still offer a modicum of reliable work & decent pay -- good pay, if you're in the right field. And now that I think back on my last low-end job, I'd probably gladly go back to it if it didn't mean 25% less pay and an hour's commute...
    StephenIt always depends on the job. I'd *never* go back to brokering mortgages; but I'd go back to my retail job if it paid more (true, that's not exactly blue collar). I've had good days whenever I've done any construction, but who knows if that would last.

    I could always be an electrician, or a mechanic.

    But if it comes down to "branding" myself or working in the trenches. I'll be one of the first to pick up a shovel.

    But it's all moot. I don't think that the traditional white collar job is going out anytime; just think of all the salespeople, lawyers, marketing, librarians, etc. Unless the need for the jobs dries up, or significant pressures force change the status quo has inertia on its side. Even the great altering force of the Internet hasn't really fundamentally changed corporate America.
    Wed, 20 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Slow-Motion Gunplay

    I've now watched my first Hong Kong John Woo movie, A Better Tomorrow. Overall, I'm impressed.

    [A Better Tomorrow cover]

    It's about two mafia friends who get involved in a disastrous situation, after which one is crippled and the other serves three years in jail. The ex-con spends the rest of the movie trying to go legit, while the crippled guy wants revenge, and the ex-con's brother (who's a cop) is hell-bent on re-convicting the ex-con. So it's no comedy.

    John Woo is famous for his slow-motion gunplay, and while that was certainly excellent, I was more struck at the clarity of his gunfights. It's always clear who's shooting at whom, who's in danger, and who's just run out of bullets. The editing never muddies the action. And he's pretty realistic with ammo, too; handguns run out of bullets quickly.

    I also appreciated the surprisingly tight plot. The plot wasn't just an excuse to let guys shoot at each other; the movie has a lot to say about violence and the choices we make in our lives. Even the flashy slow-motion gunfights have nasty consequences.

    The acting is generally good, and Chow Yun Fat deserves an Emmy. He plays the cool assassin who's crippled partway in, and he plays a wide range of emotion with complete truth. He's driven to rage and desperation by all that's happened to him, which makes him a wonderfully interesting character because he's not a bad guy. Heck, he's one of the "good guys," until he's consumed by his desire for revenge.

    So, a good film, and definitely worth watching.

    Comments:

    GretSounds interesting, I wouldn't mind watching this at a GNO.
    Mon, 18 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous <em>Creature Comforts</em> [A dog from Creature Comforts]

    Creature Comforts is a series of shorts made by Nick Park, the creator of Wallace and Grommit. It's a claymation series in which interviews with average British folk are animated as though the interviewees are animals. It's brilliantly funny, as droll explanations from hypochondriacs and circus performers seem much more real when coming from a dog or a duck. There's probably something about the idea of the animals finally getting a say, too, that makes it work.

    The really interesting thing about the series, to me, is that the animals don't move. Well, their mouths move, and their heads, but they don't walk around while being interviewed. So the animation is entirely focused on their heads, and occasional hand/paw/tail gestures.

    This is in violation of a major rule of animation, which says that animation should involve as much movement as possible. Animation is a visual lie, so the theory goes, so you have to keep fooling the eye with lots of fluid motion to distract the human brain from the fact that it's not seeing real faces.

    I haven't believed this "rule" for some time, as you can probably tell from my tone. And Creature Comforts shows why: Movement is kept to an absolute minimum, and yet the characters are fully realized, highly expressive, and extremely funny.

    Abstraction can be just as effective as realism.

    Comments:

    BrennenThere's also a question of what constitutes "realism" in this context. Lots of animated movement is flatly unrelated to anything that real organisms do.
    BrentGood point! I've heard of an animation concept called "the lie," which is some drawing in the animation that looks wrong when looked at alone, but makes the overall animation look right. It's something inherent in the abstraction.
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    Sat, 16 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous The Mall

    I took off work yesterday, so I could partake of my yearly tradition: a trip to the National Mall in Washington, D.C. to visit the museums. I'd already gone once before this year with Mandy, but decided I could use another refresher.

    It was a cloudy day with a bit of occasional drizzle, but I never got wet; I was exploring the museums too often.

    The Natural History Museum is first on my list every year. I always loved science as a kid, so this was my favorite museum (maybe next to Air & Space). There's just so much to do and see, and they've kept it up so well over the years. I could walk by a fossilized Tyrannosaurus Rex every day and it would thrill me on the thousandth day.

    The National Gallery of Art is also always on my list, simply because there's so much amazing art on display. Paintings from grand masters. Not reproductions; the actual oil and canvas they touched. I also scored reproductions of four of my favorite paintings in that museum; Thomas Cole's "Voyage" series.

    The Air & Space Museum is not on my list every year, despite my love of space and science fiction. Why? Because the Air & Space Museum is a fantastic chronicle of air and space travel up until, oh, about 1978. There's almost nothing recent in there; nothing about the Star Wars missile defense program, or the International Space Station, or practically anything else in the 80's, 90's, or 00's.

    I went this year anyway, partly because I hadn't been in a while. All the old stuff was still there; the only new thing I saw was a set of flight simulators. :sigh: I did find a little book on the B1 bomber in the gift shop, so that'll be fun to share at work.

    After visiting Air & Space, I walked nearby to the National Museum of the American Indian. A little Cherokee blood flows in my veins, so this one is special. It's a beuatiful museum, too; no straight lines anywhere. It's all curves and flowing water and muted earth tones. Very good museum, though a bit difficult to navigate at times.

    I also perused the National Archives for a little while. 'Twas a momentous feeling to stare down at the original Constitution and Declaration of Independence. Also weird to see them faded almost beyond recognition. There's probably a message in that.

    I took a bunch of photos; click here for the gallery.

    Comments:

    KemI love D.C, there's always so much to explore!
    StephenHave you been to the new Air and Space museum out by Dulles? It's quite nice. I was very happy to be able to stand right next to an SR-71, and the space program has its own huge room and an actual space shuttle. I loved reading all the text printed on it. Stuff like (A392FG Connecter Access, or "In Emergency CUT HERE" (inside a red square).
    Thu, 14 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Internal Dialog(ue)

    After my revelation last weekend, I've been consciously avoiding any internal arguments. I stop rehearsing conversations or imagining how I'd explain something to someone, as soon as I realize I'm doing it. I still do it a lot, but I'm doing it less than I was before.

    The result? I focus on the task at hand much more often and much more deeply. I'm less distracted in general. I find I can focus myself more quickly, too.

    And I seem to have a lot more time. Maybe I spent more time in internal dialogue than I realized.

    The more I think about it, the more I feel that this has been highly beneficial. I don't want to spend more of my life arguing, after all; I'd rather argue less. And even if I do come up with "the perfect come-back," I can't recall ever having an opportunity to use it; the conversation is never exactly as you imagine it will be.

    And there's always the question of whether finding "the perfect come-back" is a good or right goal. Usually, I want to find it so I can show the other person their error. But how often has anyone been argued out of their opinion because of a particular response? Do I really need to prove to people that they're wrong? Even if I do, do I really need to rehearse doing so?

    Comments:

    CantneverReally a neat discovery. I'm 60 and newly learning that others seldom want my opinion or facts. They want a listening ear. Congrats Brent. You're way ahead of me.
    Wed, 13 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Night of the Living Dead

    I was in Target last week, perusing the new Halloween aisles, when I came across their Halloween DVD selection. It was mostly pretty thin; B-grade movies even by horror standards. They had a copy of Night of the Living Dead, "In spooky color." They'd colorized it; I could hardly believe they thought this was a selling point. So I took down a copy and flipped it over, to read that the black-and-white version was included on the disk. My eyes wandered further down to read that there was an audio commentary track by Mike Nelson of MST3K, and with that, the DVD went into my basket.

    And I watched it this week, with Mike's commentary track on. Mike did a great job poking fun at the flick, and its use of (and invention of, in some cases) various horror cliches.

    And the movie itself still holds up fairly well. It's definitely a raw, low-budget movie; characters move around the room somewhat between cuts, and the special effects are sometimes crude. But it's still a surprisingly effective "closed door" thriller, with a bunch of people locked into a small space with a common threat outside.

    And, it's clearly a low-budget film, so it's easy to forgive the less-than-Oscar-worthy acting, and the simplicity of the sets. It's about a disparate group of people holed up in an abandoned house, as hordes of the undead try to get in and eat their flesh. Certainly entertaining. I doubt I could make a better movie as my first film.

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    Sat, 09 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Creative Energy

    When I was a kid, I had boundless creative juice. I could spend hours creating and fleshing out worlds.

    That ability waned as I grew older. I'm still creative, but it doesn't pour out nearly as much. I thought this was just part of growing up, until a few minutes ago, when I recognized a habit that I got in my teen years.

    If someone frustrates me, I often argue with them inside my head. I'll imagine conversations and how I could show them they're wrong. I'll spend a lot of time rehearsing different ways to respond to these people, even if any conflict I've had with them was long ago or minor.

    I wonder if all this psychic energy spent on fantasy arguments hasn't sapped my creative energy. If I stopped arguing with people in my head, wouldn't that free up some energy that I could use creatively?

    (Of course, actually doing this is tough.)

    Comments:

    BrennenI have the impression that arguing with people in your head is just part of the normal cognitive process. People tend to rehearse or relive things. The endless "man, I wish I'd thought of that searing retort six hours ago" phenomenon.
    BrentYou're right, Bren; it may very well be normal. But what if it could be stopped?
    StephenI've argued in my head well before my teens.

    I don't think that I'm any less creative than I was as a kid. But much of my creativity is caught up in the real world. Thinking about things like: what to cook for dinner, the best route to drive to work, the best way to tackle a problem, finances, politics, etc.

    But I also still create all the worlds in my head that I used to, and they are more interesting and varied I think. E.g. less of the generic bad guys here and good guys over here.
    BrennenI'm not actually sure that you'd want to try stopping it. You might want to channel it differently or more constructively if it were getting obsessive, but my assumption is that the underlying mechanism is so much a part of the process of thinking that you couldn't get rid of it anyway.
    Turki Al-MarriWhat the....
    I'm 17 and this is exactly what I always do.
    Fri, 08 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Rain, A Trail, and a River

    On Saturday, I took a walk down to a stream that runs near my house. As soon as I stepped out of my door, a light drizzle began to fall. I shrugged to myself; I didn't mind getting a little wet, and there are quite a few trees on either side of the stream.

    The stream runs through a stretch of grass that lies on either side of a small street. It's officially a park, even though it's less than two hundred yards long. But it's a pleasant place to spend some time.

    I took a few pictures of the stream, then as I reached the end of the park, I noticed a small gap in the brush bordering the park. I walked nearer, and saw that it led into the cool darkness of the trees beyond. I was there, and it was there, so I followed it.

    Within thirty seconds I felt like I'd stepped back in time three hundred years. Except for an occasional discarded water bottle or beer can, I felt like I could have stumbled onto an Algonquin. The river muttered its centuries-old thoughts next to me.

    And fortunately, I had my camera. So I give you:

    [The River in the Rain]
    (Click to enter)

    Comments:

    CantneverPictures are wonderful! I love that old tree and the ones of the river, stones, etc. A lovely retreat area! Glad you discovered it. :o)
    Wed, 06 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Homemade Food

    I've probably bored everyone with my oft-repeated boast that pretty much everything I eat now is home-made. There are a few conscious exceptions. I don't make the crackers I eat at lunch, and I go out to eat two or three times a week (usually at a sit-down restaurant).

    But it is a fair amount of work. I find myself in the kitchen pretty much every day to keep ahead of my appetite. It isn't hard; it's just time-consuming.

    A good example: Let's say I want to have pizza this week. It takes between four and thirty-six hours in the fridge for the dough to develop a good flavor. So I have to make the dough a day in advance—or in the morning on a weekend day—then roll it out and bake it the next day. Both processes are easy, but I have to do them.

    There is an easy solution to this: Buy some frozen pizzas or something. But if I have any frozen pizzas in the house, I'll eat them.

    Plus, I prefer to eat food that I've prepared myself. I don't want high fructose corn syrup and maltodextrin in my bloodstream.

    It's just...hard sometimes. But then, good things usually are.

    If you're interested, I've archived a bunch of my recipes in my kitchen. My current food schedule is:

    • Breakfast – A hard-boiled egg and a blueberry muffin
    • Morning snack – Peanuts and raisins
    • Lunch – Either a sandwich with bread-machine bread, or an apple and cheese, plus Wheat Thins and a row of a chocolate bar
    • Afternoon tea – Three chocolate chip cookies
    • Dinner – Pizza, stew, or whatever else from my recipes

    I also keep around homemade applesauce, pickles, dried fruit, and fruit juices, for snacking. Looking over it, I realize it's actually pretty healthy. Took awhile for me to get there, though. And there are still things I'd like to change or eliminate.

    Comments:

    KemCool! How are you pickling your cucumbers?
    StephenWhoa, you seriously need to find an alternative pizza dough recipe. We make our own dough and it's delicous and easy and only needs to rise 20 minutes to an hour. Check it out.

    2 cups flour
    2 tsp. sugar
    1 tsp. salt
    2.25 tsp. yeast

    mix in a bowl. add 1 cup of hot water. sit the bowl in hot water, cover it with a cloth, let it rise as long as you like (20-60 minutes).

    Tasty, easy, fast. I keep meaning to seriously archive our recipes on my wiki, but haven't taken the time.
    BrentKem: I just follow this recipe exactly: http://brent.other-space.com/kitchen/pickles.php
    KemBrent: Thanks! Do you think you might experiment with a "Sweet" variety any time in the future?
    BrentActually, that recipe is for bread-and-butter pickles, so they're already pretty sweet. If anything, I've been thinking of trying a more sour version.
    BrennenI've just been using our standard basic bread dough recipe for pizza; admittedly this could be improved upon...
    StephenAs long as it holds up cheese and doesn't taste awful, it's good pizza dough.
    BrennenClearly you belong to the "no bad [edible] pizza" school of thought.
    Mon, 04 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, September 4, 2006

    I spent a fair amount of this morning cleaning up from the weekend's activities. My parents were over, helping me with further renovations to my house. That's been going on for weeks now, as I try to finish up most of the unfinished things that I've been living with for almost two years now. My parents have been great in helping me out; true professionals, doing all sorts of stuff and dealing with my mood swings.

    Now, my stairwell—where I've hung most of my anime cels—feels more like an art gallery that shows off my cel collection. I tiled the backsplash in my kitchen, replacing peeled and torn wallpaper. My house feels more like a home now.

    And yet again, I'm surprised at how important that is. I feel good when I live in a spiffy house. My environment does affect me.

    Though perhaps I'd do well to work on that aspect of my personality. To quote:

    A little criticism makes me angry, and a little rejection makes me depressed. A little praise raises my spirits, and a little success excites me. It takes very little to raise me up or thrust me down. Often I am like a small boat on the ocean, completely at the mercy of its waves. All the time and energy I spend in keeping some kind of balance and preventing myself from being tipped over and drowning shows my life is mostly a struggle for survival: not a holy struggle, but an anxious struggle resulting from the mistaken idea that it is the world that defines me.
    — Henri Nouwen

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    Sun, 03 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A girl

    I'm working on an animation idea. Here's your chance to influence an animation (well, a possible animation) at its earliest stage.

    What do you think of this girl?

    [Girl concept drawing]
    Drawn by Monica Marier

    I'm looking for general impressions and ideas. What's her personality? What does she like to do in her spare time? What's her favorite dessert?

    Comments:

    GretTo me she seems like the typical unhappily married wife that always has a cigarette in her hand, and never gets her hair done...but I know nothing about animation.
    CantneverMay I ask, what is she looking at? It looks like an IBM ball for those old typewriters... ???
    AnonymousHi all. nice site.
    BrentShe's holding a magic item of immense power, that's just accidentally frozen her parents into statues.
    CantneverWhat's her personality? (Yet to be discovered... but her expression tells me she loves her parents.) What does she like to do in her spare time? (Explore, ride her bike, and study the clouds.) What's her favorite dessert? (chocolate pudding)
    BrennenMan, I *hate* it when my immediate family gets turned into statuary. Wait, is "statuary" a word?

    Based on the flowers in the hair, I think she probably plays frisbee.
    Sat, 02 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous You're clearly not ready for a Spriggan!

    To continue with yesterday's anime review, this evening I watched Spriggan.

    Fortunately, it was exactly what I wanted to watch tonight: beautifully-animated action with a plot just interesting enough to engage a few brain cells, but not enough to require much real mental effort. The plot concerns enhanced humans who fight to keep humans alive, and a plot to resurrect a massive artifact that will, naturally, destroy the world.

    Katsuhiro Otomo (of Akira fame) provided "direction" on this film, and it shows. A number of shots are simply unnecessary; we spent a good two minutes watching the protagonist sit in various vehicles as he travels towards the massive artifact. And that didn't even look impressive.

    But the action sequences were impressive. This is a classic shonen story; over-the-top villains, righteous teenaged male hero, fun side characters (the French dude was, surprisingly, awesome), a threat to destroy the world, and reasonably rapid movement towards that threat. The protagonist fights a huge, half-mechanical man whose right arm is a chaingun. The plot holes are like pot holes; you may wince as you hit them, but they're quickly forgotten.

    So, overall, it was a fun ride.

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    Fri, 01 Sep 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Pretentious Anime [Jin-Roh]

    I finally watched Jin-Roh a couple nights ago. It's been out for quite a few years, but I never got around to it. It looked a bit too heavy-handed and dark for my tastes.

    And sure enough, it was very heavy-handed and dark. It was created and directed by Mamoru Oshii, who can consistently create jaw-dropping visuals, but frankly little else. His plots are so laden with metaphor that they become hard to follow, and his characters are usually so withdrawn that they're not interesting to watch.

    Jin-Roh has the advantage of its setting: 70's-era Japan, with all the political and social turmoil of that time. The opening of the film serves as an alternate history retelling of post-war Japan, followed by a gripping student protest. Perfectly animated. But, other than jump-starting the rest of the plot, it has nothing to do with anything else. It's mostly visual flair.

    And certainly, there's a place for movies that are mostly visual. But it seems to me that Oshii would do better with a strong plot to which his visuals would add even more interest. The first Ghost in the Shell movie is the closest he's ever come, that I've seen (I've also seen Ghost in the Shell 2 and Avalon); even though he makes the main characters seem like they're very, very baked compared to the original manga versions, there's enough plot to push things along and keep the audience from getting bored.

    Ah well.

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    Wed, 18 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Instant Ramen Comfort Food

    While shopping at a high-end grocery store last week, I paused at the Asian aisle. Dozens of different instant ramen packages lined the aisles with characteristic military precision. And I figured, what the heck, I might as well try out a cheap, easy dish.

    So, today, I present a short review of "Nissin" brand instant ramen.

    [Package][Pot]

    I followed the directions exactly: I brought two and a half cups of water to a boil, then added the noodles. After a few minutes, I added the contents of the flavor packet. There was a strong fragrance when the flavoring packet hit the bowl.

    I immediately removed it from heat as I stirred the flavoring packet into the dish, then poured half of it into a bowl. The actual flavor is medium intensity; noticeable but no power. And with all that water, it makes enough for two rather filling servings. I suspect that less water would create a more intense dish, though.

    It felt surprisingly like comfort food. Much easier to eat with chopsticks than a knife, fork, or spoon, too.

    Quite enjoyable.

    Tue, 17 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Real-Time

    Brennen has managed to distill a crucial, often unnoticed aspect of digital communication in his post, the one about the real problem of networked text communication. His post is lucid, descriptive, flowing, and terrifically important.

    His post uses a beautiful metaphor to describe the tendency amongst connected geeks to cycle amongst multiple input streams, because there's always something new to read. Maybe it's an e-mail, maybe it's an article on slashdot, maybe your buddy in Nevada is back online. Whatever. And I actively dislike that cycle.

    Mon, 16 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Monday, October 16, 2006

    Well, this is certainly an odd feeling: I have Windows running on my MacBook laptop now.

    I ordered a copy of XP (with Service Pack 2) off eBay about a week ago, and it came today. I couldn't resist installing it, and as expected, the Mac side of things went swimmingly, but the Windows side was annoying. Not terrible, just mildly annoying. I'll write about it here in case anyone reading this wants to do something similar.

    First, the Windows install booted into a blue text screen to start the installation. That kinda horrifies me, that Windows still needs to start in a text mode to install. BeOS wasn't like that back in, oh, 1990.

    I decided to cancel installation and ejected the CD. I rebooted, only to discover that the laptop kept dropping to a black DOS text screen with a message insisting that I insert a "bootable disc." Even when I put in my OS X install disc; same thing. Which meant that the Windows installation had rewritten the Master Boot Record to boot only off the Windows partition, even though I'd only loaded the first screen of the install process. Brilliant!

    I went ahead and installed Windows, the rest of which went fine. I then immediately tried to boot off my OS X install disc, and went searching for an option to make the system boot off the CD. Windows has no such option. On the Mac, you just select "Startup Disk" in System Preferences. Why doesn't Windows have an option or utility that lets you explicitly reboot to a CD and/or change the boot order? I guess it relies on the BIOS to do that. But I can't get into the BIOS on this machine.

    Anyvay. I fired up Internet Explorer and searched for "force boot CD OS X". I learned that you can force a Mac to boot from the CD drive by holding down the "C" key while you boot. So I did that, crossing my fingers, and I was able to boot off my OS X Install CD. Whew! From there, I selected my OS X partition as the Startup Disk, and it booted back fine. At least Windows didn't corrupt my OS X partition (I've read of it happening).

    I then installed rEFIt, a boot manager for MacBooks, and was impressed to find there was no configuration. I just installed, and when I rebooted I had a beautiful boot menu listing my OS X and Windows partitions. I was now dual-booting.

    I booted back into Windows, and immediately downloaded and installed Firefox, AVG Anti-Virus Free, and Spybot - Search & Destroy. No viruses or spyware for me! Once I verified that my installation was virus- and spyware-free, I updated Windows, downloaded a few classic PC games, and spent an hour and a half blasting Martians as Commander Keen, Nazis as B.J. Blazcowitz, and demons as the nameless marine in DOOM.

    I freely admit, that part was great fun.

    Comments:

    BrennenThe old id games were almost uniformly excellent. It's sort of unfortunate that Doom essentially turned them into an FPS factory.
    BrentI submit they were already an FPS factory at that point. As I'm sure you remember, DOOM was their third FPS in a row (after Catacombs 3D and Wolfenstein 3D).
    BrennenYou may be correct, in that it was probably inevitable after Wolf3D. On the other hand, while I'd have to look at the dates, it doesn't seem like their sole meaningful output was FPS until they started development on Doom.

    And to be fair, the "factory" status wasn't really solidified until Quake came out as a pure FPS (you might remember that the original Quake design docs sounded a lot closer to World of Warcraft than the fast-paced minimalist shooter we got) and they laid off a bunch of folks.
    BrentAll true. I seem to recall they were bouncing around ideas for all sorts of games even while DOOM was getting perfect review scores in every gaming magazine.
    Sun, 15 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous A Cat and a Jacket

    Tonight, one of the boys at AWANA left his jacket behind, so I brought it home so I could return it to him next week. I draped it over a bag on one side of my bedroom.

    Two minutes ago, one of the cats wandered in and sniffed it. She craned her neck forward, smelling deeply. She continued to sniff, all along the collar and along one side. She reared up on her back legs and put two paws on the jacket, sniffing and sniffing with the expression of a wine connossieur swishing a mouthful of a $500 wine in his mouth.

    I wonder how many streams she smelled, how many peanut butter sandwiches, how many trails in the woods, how many schoolrooms and candy bars and books.

    Comments:

    BrennenWhen we got back from New Zealand last spring, we stayed in an apartment with cats. They went nuts over our bags, especially the one Elizabeth hadn't washed since India.

    I occasionally think humans are deprived in the relative weakness of our sensory array, especially scent and hearing. Then again, maybe it was a tradeoff in terms of brain real-estate for more complex cognition.
    Brennen(The bag, that is. Not the cat. Washed since India.)
    Fri, 13 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Dreams

    Last night, I dreamed.

    I dreamt I went to work naked...and realized this and bought good-looking clothes on the way.

    I dreamt I got lost...and asked for directions.

    I dreamt I couldn't remember how to get home...so I slept in a churchyard, and awoke (still dreaming) to yellow maple leaves below a clear blue sky.

    I dreamt that a strange man asked me to help him, and I dealt with him calmly and kindly.

    I awoke calmed, relaxed, and refreshed.

    (And late for work.)

    Comments:

    AndreDeLimburgerI wish I could remember my dreams...
    Tue, 10 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous It's Late, and I'm Tired

    I seem unable to get a good night's sleep lately. The pattern repeats: I wake up feeling drugged. I get to work, feeling tired, but as the day chugs along I chug along with it. By evening, I'm ready to tackle a few projects. Once my bedtime rolls around, I'm energized and lay awake in bed, unable to fall asleep.

    It doesn't appear to be stressed. I've had several busy days at work in the past week, but all the work has been involving things I accomplished right then. Nothing's hanging over my head. My other responsibilities are downright mundane at this point.

    And my personal life has been pretty placid. I don't find myself arguing inside my head with recalcitrant friends. Indeed, my friendships are mostly solid right now; I got together with several groups of friends recently.

    My nightly habits are pretty calming. I still use the computer past 9:00 p.m., which I'd like to stop, but still: I make sure to take a shower after 9:00, finish up what I'm working on, and get into bed around 10:00, at which point I read magazines and books for half an hour while I munch on Triscuits. I then floss (I keep a container of it next to my bed), drink some water, switch off the light with a satisfying <click>, and snuggle down.

    And lay awake for a couple hours.

    Comments:

    AndreDeLimburgerAww.. that sucks man.
    StephenDoing anything in bed besides sleeping is not recommended. Trying to go to sleep when you aren't drowsy makes it worse. If you can't fall asleep in 20 or 30 minutes, get up until you feel tired. Check out this website: goodsleep.com. Good luck!
    BrennenAw, c'mon, there's _at minimum_ one other thing that's a good idea.
    StephenAh, yes. Doing anything in bed besides sleeping or other relaxing activities is not recommended.

    I do admit that I *always* read in bed. But the Docs say that if you have trouble sleeping, cut it out.

    I have trouble sleeping if I don't read though.
    StephenAlso, those other "restful" activities are a great soporific.
    BrennenIt's all about the endorphins. Or something like that.
    Fri, 06 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Change of seasons

    And, suddenly, it's autumn. It's been in the high 70's and low 80's every day through Wednesday of this week, and everyone's been enjoying the daily blessing with short sleeves and smiles.

    Then on Thursday, the average temperature dropped thirty degrees. It's cold and rainy and a bit windy. But at least the other shoe has dropped. It's early October, and it finally feels like autumn.

    I've spent the newly-minted season busier than ever at work. I've just had one thing after another piling up, never to the breaking point, but just enough to keep me thoroughly occupied from 9:01 a.m. to 4:56 p.m. every day.

    Not that this is a bad thing. It keeps me occupied, and I don't have to find things to do. Better, I don't feel that nagging guilt I get when I go home after a quiet day.

    Meanwhile, I'm having great fun working on a secret Syllable project. Can't reveal any details, of course, but it's programming-related, and boy is it fun to have a real programming project again.

    Comments:

    Tue, 03 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous What is stress?

    Just read this on ZenChill and it struck me powerfully:

    Stress is only my resistance to what is now.

    Comments:

    RaymondThank you Brent for the feedback. I really appreciate it.
    Sun, 01 Oct 06 00:00:00 -0500 Miscellaneous Halloween, or Hallowe'en

    It's October 1st, which means it's time to begin my preparations for Halloween.

    I put out my Jack O'Lanterns today. These are realistic foam pumpkins that I've painted black Jack O'Lantern faces onto. They go next to my front door, in the little cluster of bushes underneath the big window.

    I lined the front walk with tin candle holders, that all have Jack O'Lantern faces on them. Starting a week before Halloween, I'll light candles in them every evening, so passers-by will see twenty smiling faces flickering at them from my walkway.

    I began to go through my annual set of Halloween books and movies:

    • A Halloween Reader a collection of early poems, short stories, and plays about Halloween written before 1920
    • October Dreams, a collection of short stories, poems, and personal reflections on Halloween by modern authors
    • Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree, in which a group of boys are sucked through the millenia in search of a lost friend, and witness Halloweens throughout time, borne on Bradbury's peerless prose
    • The original 1978 Halloween, still a fantastic (and chilling) film. This is probably a primary reason for increased safety concerns these days.
    • The 1922 Nosferatu, which shows its age after repeated vieweings
    • It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown
    • Garfield's Halloween Adventure, which scores points for one of the freakiest animated sequences in any primetime animated series ever
    • Something Wicked This Way Comes, which has some fantastic scenes and cinematography, but doesn't hold together as a movie as well as I'd like
    • Ernest Scared Stupid. Okay, I watched this when I was a kid, and it's always been special for me. It's not at all scary, but it's goofy fun. And there are a few good moments.

    I'm always looking for recommendations....

    Comments:

    AndreDeLimburgerToo bad we don't halloween over here in the netherlands :(
    BrennenYou've actually covered most of my picks, I guess. There was that one movie that had a bunch of kids fighting a collection of the stereotypical monsters (the Universal movie monsters, maybe?). But I've never quite been sure what that one was called.

    War of the Worlds?