Nov. 7th, 2003

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The voices in my head have been very, very quiet this week. They're all back there, whispering among themselves, planning something. I hear Rhiane's whisper once in a while and I know she's just trying to annoy me... She knows I'm not inclined to listen to her until plotlines is at least in some kind of alpha shape. Ken & company have been remarkably quiet, though; not a peep from Aaden or P'nyssa at all since November 1st. I did tell them all I was taking the month off. I wonder if they're actually abiding by our agreement for once. Come to think of it, they left me alone last November, too, so perhaps they are.

Being a writer with this kind of vaste cadre' is annoying sometimes. You have no idea how frustrating it can be to half a dozen ideas, each clamoring "Tell my story today!"


Hmm... SCO wants you to abandon open source for a closed source operating system. Here's the punch line: any operating system. SCO has basically told the Linux community it will give Linux users a bounty if they switch to SCO, or any competitor that doesn't use open source software. How's that again?


There was report of an office creeper in the neighborhood of my office the other day. An office creeper is a thief who wears "business casual" clothing or one up so he looks like someone who belongs in the neighborhood, then slips laptops or other valuables into his briefcase when nobody is paying attention. He wasn't seen anywhere near the fifth floor, probably because we have card-key access and only one immediate access route to the facilities with someone on-duty constantly.

Other useful words of the week: nicotini, a martini laced with nicotine so one need not leave the bar and go stand out in the cold to feed one's other addiction; helicopter parent, one who hovers incessantly and protectively over a child; homo-hop, hip-hop by gay and lesbian artists (not to be confused with homo hop, which is 50's-era-like music by gay and lesbian artists).


Thought for the day:

Only part of us loves pleasure and the longer day of happiness, wants to live to our 90s and die in peace, in a house that we built, that shall shelter those who come after us. The other half of us is nearly mad. It prefers the disagreeable to the agreeable, loves pain and its darker night despair, and wants to die in a catastrophe that will set life back to its beginnings and leave nothing of our house save its blackened foundations. Our bright natures fight in us with this yeasty darkness, and neither part is commonly quite victorious, for we are divided against ourselves. -- Rebecca West

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