This is clearly not the right month for me to try and write a 50,000 word novel in thirty days. Too many obligations for me to simply stay home, be a hermit and write my fingers off.
I will, however, work on the novel for at least an hour a day on every day that I can, until it's finished. Whether it takes a month or a year, I will finish this novel. So the progress meter comes down off my blog this year; I'm not limiting myself to thirty days, and it'll be finished when there are no more words worth writing, regardless of wordcount.
(Speaking of which, 254 people have signed up to use my progress meter this year, nearly all of them in the last two days. Whoops, make that 256. Wow; I didn't even advertise it anywhere this year! I'm kind of suspicious of the guy who had exactly 25,000 words written less than 48 hours into NaNoWriMo, though...)
I just got an email from one "Nadiah J." at a Hotmail address, containing the single sentence:
May I have the username and password that goe with this email, please?
On the spectrum of social engineering attempts, I think this one actually gets a negative score. Was the sender genuinely so stupid that he or she thought it would work? Or are some people so dimwitted that such a lame attempt actually stands a chance of succeeding?
Check out the galleries at Show and Tell Music. More weird album covers than you could shake a stick at.
Though I'm not sure why you'd want to shake a stick at album covers.
Note to self: if you're running a C IDE, two command prompts, an email client and a Web browser with ten pages open, on a 256 MB machine running Windows ME, with fewer than 40 MB free on the swap drive, don't open a 35MB graphics-laden PDF. Bad things will happen.
For some reason, the news is full of stories about "Hogwarts Headache", a malady apparently caused by reading the increasingly thick Harry Potter novels. The story I caught tonight on the TV news advised that children should take periodic breaks from reading, in order to minimize the risk of getting a headache.
I find this incomprehensible. When I wasn't glued to my computer, I spent nearly all my free time in childhood with my nose stuck in a book. I read while I ate breakfast; on the bus on the way to and from school; in class; while navigating the hallways between classes; after school. Sometimes I even read while watching TV. And never once did it give me a headache.
In fact, I've never even heard of people getting headaches from reading, until just recently. What is wrong with children these days, that just reading gives them a headache?
And as an aside, I find it annoying that "read" serves as both present and past tense.
After hearing good things about it, I finally saw Donnie Darko.
Wow. That was a seriously screwed up, yet riveting movie. I think it's one of those movies that'll have to be watched twice just to make sense of everything. In some ways, it reminded me of Rushmore, though the characters were actually likeable, and it actually had a kind of message. It's not a typical Hollywood teen-angst film. I'm not sure actually how it should be classified. Horror? Science fiction? Comedy?
Two commentary tracks, and plenty of extras (including director's commentary on the deleted scenes) — this is a great DVD for geeks like me. I haven't listened to all of the commentary yet, just on a couple of scenes where I was curious to figure out what was actually going on. Infuriatingly, neither of the commentary tracks explained Donnie's science teacher's refusal to continue a conversation on time travel because he could lose his job. I have a suspicion why, but don't know if it's right or not.
The Web site is pretty interesting, too.
From the file of "jokes way too obscure to ever tell anyone":
Live from Missouri, it's the Dan Knight Band!
I tell ya, it'd slay 'em in Salt Lake City.
As if the incident here in Trimaris wasn't bad enough, I just learned about another one in the East Kingdom that, if true, was far worse. Even if the accusations are false, it's hardly great publicity for the SCA.
Whether they're true or not, it's clear that something needs to be done to prevent this sort of thing from happening. There are a lot of SCA parents who bring their children to an event, drop them off all day with the Minister of Children, and then forget about them for hours at a time. That's just a recipe for disaster, as the allegations in this case illustrate.
Background checks are a start. I don't think it's unreasonable to require them for all positions which entail working with children to any extensive degree. Yes, there is an expense involved, but if it prevents even one child from being molested, I believe it's worth it.
Background checks aren't a complete solution, however. Requiring a minimum of two — or, preferably, three — adults to be present at all times would help too. I'm sorry, but the idea of all-night sleepovers with only one adult present is just creepy.
Words cannot express just how disgusting and repulsive I find this situation. Yes, innocence is presumed until guilt is proven — but that the Society's regard for the safety of children is so lax that such opportunities for abuse exist is unconscionable.
I'm in a library, using a Macintosh. I've got nothing against Macs, but my fingers keep reaching for the right button and the scroll wheel as a matter of habit. Neither of which, of course, exists on this Mac mouse (which is more reminiscent of a transparent bar of soap than anything I've come to identify as a mouse).
And there's an icon jumping up and down on the bottom of the screen, inviting me to mount the MDrive, which is really annoying. I can live without a scroll wheel, I can live without a right button, I can even live with the fact that the <Home> and <End> keys apparently have no function whatsoever. But that smegging scroll jumping up and down every two seconds is really getting on my nerves.
The interface looks nice, though.
Yesterday, we made sure to get in to Tampa International two hours before our flight was scheduled to leave. Thanks to the magic of electronic check-in kiosks, we were at the gate in fifteen minutes, giving us plenty of time to kill. (In one of the airport shops, we saw a frightening "interactive storyteller" toy. I Always Do What Teddy Says.) Due to weather in Cincinatti, our flight out of Tampa was delayed by two hours. I finished Fight Club and made a start on Things My Girlfriend and I Have Argued About before we'd even left the ground. Harrumph.
Today: Bummed around Miami University while Karen interviewed. Nice library. They do have the Early English Books series on microfilm, but it's in storage; you have to tell them what reels you want, and they'll send you an email when they've retrieved them. Bummer. Read a bit of "Wife No. 19", an autobiography of one of Brigham Young's many wives. Walked around a bit on campus and in town.
In the evening, got together with Jen of VeryBigBlog. From her writing, I imagined her to be fairly laid back, but she was quite animated and energetic. We visited "Jungle Jim's", a store with four acres of foodstuffs from all over the world. Got quite a haul: candies (including Jelly Belly candies which resembled M&Ms, but had flavored coatings), sodas (Vimto, Afri-Cola, caffeine-free Mountain Dew), a tube of German mustard, pears (which turned out to be disappointingly flavor-free), and more.
Before leaving Oxford, we walked around campus a little, and took pictures at the chapel on the Western Campus (which is actually on the east edge of the MU campus). Found something that looked like an apple, assuming it had been picked after a nuclear holocaust and the tree bearing it had mutated grotesquely. It's not a walnut fruit. I don't know what it is. Maybe it's an alien mind control pod.
Karen interviewed today at the University of Cincinnati. The library here is bigger, and they do have the Early English books, 1475-1640 series on microfilm right in the library. Excellent. The campus is almost claustrophobically squeezed together, and for some reason many of the buildings have the floors numbered oddly. While Miami U, set in a college town, was very restful and laid-back, UC seems frenetic and high-pressure.
We visited the Cincinnati Art Museum, which, thanks to an endowment from Proctor & Gamble, was free. Some great stuff in there (including a special exhibit of costume from the 1890s and 1900s). Dang, those corsets looked like instruments of torture. My personal favorite historical costume was 1590s England, but I have to admit there were some really spectacular fashions around the end of the nineteenth century. It was bizarre being surrounded by beautiful Renaissance paintings, and looking through a door into the "modern" section to see two unevenly painted black squares on an otherwise empty canvas. Yeah, that's art. Subverting the dominant paradigm is just so much more rewarding than painting something which requires effort and talent.
We ate at a restaurant which had been built in a former pottery factory. Good food, and we got some great shots of Cincinnati from the parking lot (situated high atop a very steep hill). We had hoped to hang out tonight with another cool person that we had met in the blogosphere, but couldn't reach her. Rather than sit around in the hotel room, we decided to see Matrix: Revolutions. Yeah, I know, a pretty lame use of two vacation hours, but everything interesting was closed.
Got together with Ange and Michelle. We (and their kids) went to a children's museum. Which was not something I expected to be doing when we left for this trip, but it kept the kids occupied and gave us "adults" a chance to hang out together.
Sadly, Ange had to leave early to take her underlings out to dinner. We chatted with Michelle a little while longer, then went back to the hotel room, stopping first at Dick's Sporting Goods to see if Karen could get any double-entendre T-shirts (but they didn't have any), got some food and watched a Kevin Kline movie before turning in for the night. For some reason, spending the day in a building with five floors of running, screaming children was a bit tiring. I honestly don't know how full-time parents do it, and it cemented my conviction that I'm just not cut out to be a parent.
We got up, repacked, and had a big breakfast at the Cracker Barrel near our hotel. Karen was able, for the first time on our trip, to have a Diet Coke in a restaurant (apparently, the Cincinnati/Indianapolis area is controlled by Pepsi). I've got to say, I took scant notice when Florida passed its "no smoking in restaurants" law, but after months of smoke-free eating, I certainly noticed the difference when we were seated right next to the smoking section. Bleh.
Read Terry Pratchett's Night Watch on the way back. As our (nearby) friends were all otherwise occupied, we took a cab home from the airport from the Stand And Deliver Taxi Service (well, that wasn't its name, but at $1.75 per mile, it should have been). The cats seemed remarkably happy to see us. By some miracle, the power had not gone out while we were away, so the VCR had managed to record everything properly.
It's good to be home again, where I can comfortably walk around outside in mid-November wearing a T-shirt. Though I'll bet Karen would disagree with that sentiment, as she loved the cold weather.
I've learned that my mother's parents' farm is up for sale. Nice to see some pictures of it again, even if they are small and don't really show things very well.
In Cincinnati Airport, we had to show our tickets and photo IDs to a Delta security guard before we were permitted to take off our shoes and put everything through the x-ray machine. She looked at the driver's license of the guy in front of me, and compared the name on it with the name on his ticket. She looked at my driver's license, and checked it against my ticket. She looked at Karen's driver's license, and checked it against her ticket. Not once did she look at our faces to see if we were actually the people to whom the licenses belonged.
Church sign in Ohio: If God has your heart, He also has your calendar and wallet.
I've put a few of the pictures here. More to come, possibly, but these are the best of them.
After seeing this Cthulhoid case mod (courtesy of gamera_spinning), I am moved to design my own case mod.
Ah, but what theme?
Apparently, absolutely nothing of importance happened in the world today. Surely that must be the case, since the TV news is leading with a story about Tampa Bay Buccaneer Keyshawn Johnson being benched for the rest of the season.
I just got an email from a friend of mine who's the development director at a local radio station. She asks:
would the Consort be available to perform live on the air on a Friday morning from 9 to 10 AM?
The Consort is suddenly starting to take off. After years of no real gigs (I don't count playing in the SCA), all at once we've got a live gig and the opportunity to play live on the radio (and inquiries about whether we want more gigs).
We have got to get our second CD finished...
Take a look at the White House's robots.txt file. This is the file that prevents (well-behaved) search engines and archivers from reading particular files and directories.
I wonder, why don't they want public documents about Iraq to be indexed and archived? A lot of the Iraq-related directories they're blacklisting don't even exist. That seems a bit odd to me.
Addendum: When you see files numbered sequentially, but discover that certain numbers aren't linked on the index page, it's interesting what you can find when you go looking for the missing ones.
I've drunk — and enjoyed — some pretty bizarre sodas. Moxie. Orbitz. Champagne Kola. But there are some lines I won't cross. Like Turkey and Gravy soda.
Thanks to Lisa for pointing this gastronomic horror out to me.
Could we please clean up our existing messes before we start making another one? Honestly, what's wrong with some people?
"The consecration of the openly gay Gene Robinson as Bishop of the New Hampshire Diocese of the Episcopal Church is an affront to Christians everywhere. I am just thankful that the church's founder, Henry VIII, and his wife Catherine of Aragon, and his wife Anne Boleyn, and his wife Jane Seymour, and his wife Anne of Cleves, and his wife Katherine Howard, and his wife Catherine Parr are no longer here to suffer through this assault on traditional Christian marriage values."
— Paul Emmons, Westchester University
I tried Enter the Matrix, the computer game which (according to the bonus materials on the Matrix Reloaded DVD) is the fourth part of the trilogy, without which viewers don't have the entire story. At Best Buy, it was $19.99 for the four-CD version, or $29.99 for the one-DVD version. Since the only real difference boils down to whether or not you want to swap discs when you install the game, I'm kind of glad I was feeling stingy.
You can play as either Niobe (Morpheus' former lover) or the Kirkegaard-quoting Ghost (her gunner aboard the Logos, who (in one of the game's only humorous moments, identifies onanism as his personal philosophy). While the two characters' storylines intersect, there are segments in which each character has different tasks to do. Unfortunately, this isn't consistent; there are large segments in which you have to perform the same tasks, even though it breaks continuity from the other character's storyline (for example, when playing as Ghost, you have to rescue Niobe from the Merovinginan; when playing as Niobe, you have to rescue Ghost). As storylines go, they're both disappointingly short. Whereas it usually takes me about a week or two to finish first-person games with storylines (Deus Ex, Medal of Honor), I got both storylines done in about a day.
The gameplay is frustratingly linear. I guess I was spoiled by Deus Ex, in which you frequently have multiple avenues by which to achieve a goal, and actions taken (or not taken) have consequences later in the game. With Enter the Matrix, you have to follow a set path (doors often stay locked until you've accomplished certain tasks, and nearly every door locks behind you, forcing you to go only in the direction the game designers intended).
Aiming — especially with sniper weapons — is another problem area. With non-sniper weapons, the game aims for you, at what it thinks you should be shooting at. Certain objects are highly explosive; it makes sense to take out several enemies by shooting these objects. Unfortunately, if there's an enemy near the object, the gun will shoot at the enemy even if you're aimed directly at the explosive object. When you use a sniper scope, aiming is erratic; the crosshairs frequently overshoot the mouse movements.
"Focus mode", the game's odd choice of terminology for what's called "bullet time" by the movie effects people, was practically unusable on my machine. Every time I entered it, my screen would alternately flash between the game and a pixelated version of my computer desktop. Since my desktop is much brighter than the game (which is horribly dark), it had the effect of obscuring the action completely. (The fix, which I discovered only after I had solved the game, is to download and install a patch from the Atari Web site, open the configuration file with a text editor, and change a setting to enable the "alternate focus" mode.)
Speaking of video, the configuration options are horribly designed. If you wish to alter brightness, contrast or gamma, you have to do so before the game begins. If you're in the middle of the game and want to change these settings, you have to exit the game completely and re-start it. Since the game only saves when you've reached particular objectives (there's no quick-save, and it doesn't offer the option to save when you exit the game), this means you have to wait until you reach a spawn point to quit, otherwise you lose some of your progress. Also, these changes frequently don't get saved to the configuration file, requiring one to either edit the configuration file by hand, or change the settings every time one runs the game. Other options can be changed within the game, but still require you to quit gameplay and return to the main menu (again, losing anything you've done since the last spawn point).
I do like the fact that health eventually regenerates, once you've gone for a specific amount of time without taking further damage. However, this is also inconsistent; in certain levels, you have a character (or, in one case, a helicopter) which you must defeat in order to progress, and your health doesn't regenerate until you've done so. Since ammunition is extremely limited, and Focus power runs out very quickly, it's almost impossible to win some of these confrontations (especially the helicopter) without enabling one or more of the cheats.
And then there are the driving segments. Control is nearly impossible; as with sniper weapons, the cars (and the Logos) respond poorly to the mouse and keyboard, apparently responding to speed of mouse movement (or duration of keypress) logarithmically. You'd think that perhaps Niobe, the best pilot in the fleet, wouldn't have so much trouble piloting a car, let alone her own ship, but for some reason they decided to make all the vehicles respond to a mere approximation of what the player asks them to do.
With the exception of the Merovingian's mansion, in which you're fighting vampires (and what might be werewolves who are also killed by wooden stakes through the heart), your opponents are limited to security guards, policemen and SWAT teams (with one or two unkillable agents thrown in just in case you get tired of killing cops). When you perform certain lengthy moves (such as choking an opponent from behind), all your other opponents stop shooting at you until the move is done. The opponents' intelligence is shockingly limited as well; if you duck behind a wall, they'll rarely come after you, preferring instead to vibrate in place until you present yourself as a target again.
And finally, the game is rife with bugs. Often, these present themselves in the cutscenes, which may play without sound or with the video going several times normal speed while the audio remains normal (or, in one particular case, without sound and in fast-forward mode). Occasionally, objects required for the completion of a level can't be picked up, and in one particularly annoying level in which you have to pilot the Logos through tight tunnels, I found myself frequently stuck (requiring a restart of the level) or somehow outside the map and unable to get back inside it (also requiring a restart). There are frequent visual errors as well. And this is with the patch applied!
So, on a scale of one to ten, I give this game a blue pill.
Oh, just one more irrelevant observation, as if this post isn't long enough already: judging from one of the live-action cutscenes, a plank of wood is a more passionate kisser than Jada Pinkett-Smith.
I'd pay good money for a telephone that rings differently when the phone number and/or caller's name doesn't come over the Caller ID, especially if the audible ring could be totally disabled for "No Information Available" calls. I'd pay even more money if the phone could remember numbers and/or names that you never wanted to hear the ring from.
Few things induce weekend grumpiness like being woken up early on a weekend morning because the Police Athletic League wants me to give them money. (Sure, I could turn off the ringers before I go to bed, but what if an actual important call needed to get through?)
If this is true, it really sucks for iPod owners...
One of the categories into which MP3s can be classified is "Christian Gangsta Rap". Is there really such a genre, or was someone just having fun while compiling the tag list?
Years and years ago, a friend gave me his old electric guitar when he bought a new one. I've barely used it, and when doing an AudioEdit for a Fark contest this week ("Dies Irae" from Mozart's Requiem as a rock instrumental) I remembered why.
It's impossible to get into tune. If I tune the open strings, the notes go sharp when I fret the strings. If I tune the strings fretted in first position, not only do the open strings sound flat, but the higher frets still go sharp. When recording "Dies Irae", I had to retune the guitar for each part and avoid playing open strings. Oh, and the high E string isn't picked up as strongly as the other strings, even when I adjusted the pickup so that it was steeply diagonal in favor of high E.
So I guess I'll eventually need to get a new electric guitar if I do more projects which require the use of such an instrument. Hopefully I can find an inexpensive one that sounds good (and has a classical-width neck).