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elfsSaturday, after rising late, Omaha and I made our typical list of things to do that weekend. Most of my "things" were clean-up: clean up the office, clean up the yard, clean up the car. For the yard, we finished the retaining wall, or what we can of it. We're in a bit of a bind-- the fellow we bought the retaining wall stones from has disappeared, but he's left the last 23 stones we are owed on his neighbor's property. The neighbor refuses to let us come onto his property until Omaha and I talk to the seller and have him contact them.
But the work did involve actively moving and maneuvering the last eight stones into place, and the wall is as done as it can be without those last stones.
Omaha made a fabulous fish and corn chowder for dinner. It's a Cooking Light recipe, so it's copyrighted, but you might be able to find it on their website. She modified it a bit, using flour as the thickener rather than potato flakes.
Kouryou-chan helped me make lemonade and iced tea, measuring out the sugar and the lemon juice and tearing into the tea packets. She loves doing that. Just as much as she loves shelling hard-boiled eggs for lunch. She even watched as I made a second batch of popcorn, thrilled to watch the kernels explode.
Sunday was more of the same, except that eventually I had to drive Omaha over to a workshop on polyamory. Kouryou-chan and I got home late after that and she complained of a tummy-ache most of the evening, even skipping her pizza. We played video games together.
All in all, not much to say about the weekend as a whole. It was quiet. Nice. I have chocolate hidden in the house, and dole it out carefully.
I seem to have acquired another pet psycho stalker on Usenet. She's taken to having multiple identities to avoid KILL files as she hops around from newsgroup to newsgroup, breathlessly announcing to everyone that she's discovered that "Elf Sternberg has become dangerously conservative." Monkeys at 11.
So far, her comments have gone over like a lead balloon, inspired some interesting side commentary, and generated very little agreement with her own premises. This has pissed her off sufficiently that she's taking to gross ad-hominem attacks and childish name-calling, including taunting in email (where she confessed to using the multiple identities she denied having in public).
Most disappointing moment: when someone on soc.bi said, "If I had a stalker, I'd wonder what I was doing wrong." Blaming the victim is okay, I guess, if you don't agree with the victim's politics.
Okay, I'm probably the last otaku in the world to see this, and I can sorta understand why. The art, um, sucks.
It's not that the artists themselves are bad. There are moments of sheer genius in rendering and style, but the production re-uses frames, makes extensive use of stills with voice-over (I now understand the point the writers of FLCL were making with that screamingly funny dinner scene), and splices in computer-generated backgrounds with repetitious elements to pad out the full 22 minute run-time.
On the other hand, the story is freakin' hilarious. If you're just crawling out from under a rock, it's this: farmboy moves to Tokyo to study college entrance exams. Except in this Tokyo, personal computers are all robots-- usually very cute female ones. He can't afford one-- but one night he finds one lying in a dumpster. He turns it on and hilarity ensuse. It is quite funny, actually, the way he deals with her state of undress, her broken OS, and keeping her hidden from his neighbors while he tries to figure out how she works, how she's broken, and tries to find some clothes for her.
But the work did involve actively moving and maneuvering the last eight stones into place, and the wall is as done as it can be without those last stones.
Omaha made a fabulous fish and corn chowder for dinner. It's a Cooking Light recipe, so it's copyrighted, but you might be able to find it on their website. She modified it a bit, using flour as the thickener rather than potato flakes.
Kouryou-chan helped me make lemonade and iced tea, measuring out the sugar and the lemon juice and tearing into the tea packets. She loves doing that. Just as much as she loves shelling hard-boiled eggs for lunch. She even watched as I made a second batch of popcorn, thrilled to watch the kernels explode.
Sunday was more of the same, except that eventually I had to drive Omaha over to a workshop on polyamory. Kouryou-chan and I got home late after that and she complained of a tummy-ache most of the evening, even skipping her pizza. We played video games together.
All in all, not much to say about the weekend as a whole. It was quiet. Nice. I have chocolate hidden in the house, and dole it out carefully.
I seem to have acquired another pet psycho stalker on Usenet. She's taken to having multiple identities to avoid KILL files as she hops around from newsgroup to newsgroup, breathlessly announcing to everyone that she's discovered that "Elf Sternberg has become dangerously conservative." Monkeys at 11.
So far, her comments have gone over like a lead balloon, inspired some interesting side commentary, and generated very little agreement with her own premises. This has pissed her off sufficiently that she's taking to gross ad-hominem attacks and childish name-calling, including taunting in email (where she confessed to using the multiple identities she denied having in public).
Most disappointing moment: when someone on soc.bi said, "If I had a stalker, I'd wonder what I was doing wrong." Blaming the victim is okay, I guess, if you don't agree with the victim's politics.
Okay, I'm probably the last otaku in the world to see this, and I can sorta understand why. The art, um, sucks.
It's not that the artists themselves are bad. There are moments of sheer genius in rendering and style, but the production re-uses frames, makes extensive use of stills with voice-over (I now understand the point the writers of FLCL were making with that screamingly funny dinner scene), and splices in computer-generated backgrounds with repetitious elements to pad out the full 22 minute run-time.
On the other hand, the story is freakin' hilarious. If you're just crawling out from under a rock, it's this: farmboy moves to Tokyo to study college entrance exams. Except in this Tokyo, personal computers are all robots-- usually very cute female ones. He can't afford one-- but one night he finds one lying in a dumpster. He turns it on and hilarity ensuse. It is quite funny, actually, the way he deals with her state of undress, her broken OS, and keeping her hidden from his neighbors while he tries to figure out how she works, how she's broken, and tries to find some clothes for her.
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Date: 2004-03-15 02:52 pm (UTC)But, you have to deal with the stalkers you are dealt, I suppose...
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Date: 2004-03-15 05:31 pm (UTC)Given that a recipe is a sequence of instructions
it can't be copyrighted. It could be patented
but its impossable to copyright.
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Date: 2004-03-15 05:54 pm (UTC)Excerpt from U.S. Copyright Office web page:
http://www.copyright.gov/fls/fl122.html
"Mere listings of ingredients as in recipes, formulas, compounds or prescriptions are not subject to copyright protection. However, where a recipe or formula is accompanied by substantial literary expression in the form of an explanation or directions, or when there is a combination of recipes, as in a cookbook, there may be a basis for copyright protection."
Apparently the "sequence of instructions" (directions) is entirely copyright-able and is what actually makes the recipe copyright-able. (A list of ingredients is not enough)
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Date: 2004-03-15 06:26 pm (UTC)On the one hand - I suppose we all do change as we go, and politics are included in this.
On the other hand - I really haven't seen any signs of you being dangerous in your conservation; not that I've had long indepth conversations with you, but I am a casual reader of your LJ, etc, and to date, while you're not a radical anarchist, neither are you remotely a member of the John Birch Society.
I suppose it's all about degrees, but I have to agree that if anything, it's almost a pity you don't have a more efficient stalker. Then again, if logic were a point in all this, there wouldn't -be- any issue.
I ... suppose it's sweet that she cares? Elf Sternberg, dangerous conservative. Weddings, bar mitzvahs, bridal showers. Reasonable rates.
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Date: 2004-03-15 09:05 pm (UTC)Everyone knows that getting a short haircut is a sign of incipient Republicanism. Hell, haircut one day; join the John Birch Society the next....
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Date: 2004-03-15 09:49 pm (UTC)