Fish, Brains, Exile
Sep. 13th, 2004 09:59 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
elfsWell, the weekend has come and gone. Friday, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fallenpegasus came over (this is starting to become a regular thing) for fish on friday, and Omaha found a delicious recipe for breaded fillet sandwiches, which we enhanced with tomatoes and basil. Absotively wonderful. We sat around and talked for a while, but not much else.
Saturday was busy. I skipped both the Seattle Linux User's Group meeting and the Cascade Handballer's party, one because it was too far away and the other because I just didn't feel like doing all the prep necessary. Instead, we did housework, mostly vacuuming and dusting and stuff like that. I started on cleaning the lab; that was the big task of the weekend. We were havingtonyawinter over for the evening, just for dinner and to discuss the kind of effort we had had to put into changing our water pipes; we discussed permitting, pre-dig utility marking, how to get friends to dig for you, foam-and-plastic jacketed copper for replacement pipes, and how easy or hard it is to solder copper. Omaha made a risotto with beets that, I swear, looked eerily like brains.
I stayed up late and watched Last Exile. I haven't quite figured out what's going on. It seems to be a kind of post-apocalyptic, semi-magickal story set in a very steampunk universe with pre-victorian codes of combat; airships laden with men in redcoats firing steam-powered muskets in rows at each other across a vast open space, the "winner" being the one with the fewest casualties. There's some very odd sensibility going on there. But it's F'ing gorgeous, and someone put a lot of thought into it.
Sunday, I put more work into the lab (calling it an "office" seems silly; my paperwork space is wherever I take my laptop, but I do real work and research down in the lab... not to mention play games), played outdoors for a couple of hours with Kouryou-chan. We practiced batting a ball and pulled up some weeds, both of which she found equally fun. We had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, very retro.
While I was cleaning up, I tried (I tried, I really did) to throw away an authentic 31-floppy-disk collection of Microsoft Office from 1994, since we have the 1998 version on CD and I don't even have a floppy drive. Omaha filched it out of the trashcan, swearing that she could sell it on Ebay. I think she's crazy. Some things simply are trash. I'm very much in the Clean Sweep mode of thinking these days: if I haven't used/worn it for over a year, out it goes. I now have stacks to go to the PC recycler, Twice Sold Tales, and the landfill.
fallenpegasus came over (this is starting to become a regular thing) for fish on friday, and Omaha found a delicious recipe for breaded fillet sandwiches, which we enhanced with tomatoes and basil. Absotively wonderful. We sat around and talked for a while, but not much else.Saturday was busy. I skipped both the Seattle Linux User's Group meeting and the Cascade Handballer's party, one because it was too far away and the other because I just didn't feel like doing all the prep necessary. Instead, we did housework, mostly vacuuming and dusting and stuff like that. I started on cleaning the lab; that was the big task of the weekend. We were having
tonyawinter over for the evening, just for dinner and to discuss the kind of effort we had had to put into changing our water pipes; we discussed permitting, pre-dig utility marking, how to get friends to dig for you, foam-and-plastic jacketed copper for replacement pipes, and how easy or hard it is to solder copper. Omaha made a risotto with beets that, I swear, looked eerily like brains.I stayed up late and watched Last Exile. I haven't quite figured out what's going on. It seems to be a kind of post-apocalyptic, semi-magickal story set in a very steampunk universe with pre-victorian codes of combat; airships laden with men in redcoats firing steam-powered muskets in rows at each other across a vast open space, the "winner" being the one with the fewest casualties. There's some very odd sensibility going on there. But it's F'ing gorgeous, and someone put a lot of thought into it.
Sunday, I put more work into the lab (calling it an "office" seems silly; my paperwork space is wherever I take my laptop, but I do real work and research down in the lab... not to mention play games), played outdoors for a couple of hours with Kouryou-chan. We practiced batting a ball and pulled up some weeds, both of which she found equally fun. We had peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch, very retro.
While I was cleaning up, I tried (I tried, I really did) to throw away an authentic 31-floppy-disk collection of Microsoft Office from 1994, since we have the 1998 version on CD and I don't even have a floppy drive. Omaha filched it out of the trashcan, swearing that she could sell it on Ebay. I think she's crazy. Some things simply are trash. I'm very much in the Clean Sweep mode of thinking these days: if I haven't used/worn it for over a year, out it goes. I now have stacks to go to the PC recycler, Twice Sold Tales, and the landfill.
