I was quite aggravated with mo:blog this afternoon when I noted that the app had lost all prefs, including reg data. Ah well. Further profound work-related exhaustion prevents much further news.
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Unbelievable week at work. I asked an acquaintance to lend a hand, and he came through, big time. Sadly, I can’t really blog about it. I can say that we are busier than we were at Christmastime. I am sooo tired. I’m kinda bummed that I am behind on some of my stuff for the magazine because the day job is so time consuming at the moment.
Hype and Warbaby
Some sweet, sweet Greasemonkey hype, and Tom’s pointer to Warbaby’s World in Conflict. Apparently Dan is a union rep in health care as well as a fine bowler with a classics degree.
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Bowl
Sea MeFi wenten bowling last night.
I bowled well, over 100 both games. As might be expected, many cameras were present.
Tom wins the laurels for showing how this shirt looks when worn as appropriate. Jeff also has some posted pix. Jeff, by the way, was the evening’s star bowler – it was a shootout between he and the newly sponsored Danious.
I did, as I have reported, capture the rarely seen fatllama victory dance. But I don’t have time to post it today, alas.
Samantha's
We went to Samantha‘s Spring Extravaganza last night. Daymented’s pix include this celebrity couple. As that picture was taken, every camera in the room was popping flashes at us. It was hilarious and disorienting.
I also had the pleasure of a long chat with Jeff Sharman, and regret not having had a chat with Tara about her new job.
UPDATE: Manuel’s pix are now up. Palm to Palm!
Submarine
Manuel and I were plotting the upcoming deeds of the League last night, and several possibilties arose, beyond the previously suggested karaoke festival. We bruited about the possibility of quenching our unending thirst in venues appropriate to the august heritage of our organization, to wit:
- Commandeering a submarine (gotta hurry!)
- Employing our private aeroplane
- A secret underground lair
- A cavern of ice
- The bridge of our space cruiser
In addition, we realized that there are a range of potential locations for a secret lair that were previously scouted by Mr. Wanskasmith which are too secret, too draped in the mantle of national security, to be aired in this venue. The cold, hard light of day reveals that there are some further possibilities.
- our private presidential rail-car
- the sumptuous League mansion
- the vast League data center
- a long-abandonded ghost town
- our skyscraper clubroom
It’s clear that some of these venues are less easy to locate than others. Where possible, I have linked to the physical location under consideration. I think an ideal venture would involve stopping in one or more of these venues and also sampling the local saloon-keeper’s ware in locales where saloons might be available.
Finally, as I joked with Manuel about bylaws, I felt compelled to speak on the topic of E Clampus Vitus, something I am about half-informed on. I understand the Clampers to have been organized by California gold miners in service of the goal of producing a horse-drawn combination steam-powered still and laundry machine to be delivered to the gold miners at the diggins, a place where booze and laundry were in short supply.
A history seen on a Clamper site condradicts this account, but affirms the status of Clamperdon as a drinking society. Another history appears to confirm the first. A Clampers chapter was working on constructing a contemporary Hurlothrumbo.
As I have it, the miners collected a patch of dough and sent it off to San Francisco in the company of one of their number, one Joshua Norton. Eventually, he did return with the machine. Later, he was better known as Emperor Norton I.
My interpretation was close, but no cigar. The Clampers actually sent someone down to pay a call on Norton, at that time a successful entrepeneur who had already disassembled his ship, the Hurlothrumbo, to use the boiler in a laundry service at the diggins. The Clampers bought the boiler from Norton specified that the boiler was to be moved to the diggins atop a wagon that incorporated “a steam engine, bar, humidor, kitchen and baths.” It was constructed and delivered as promised.
Ear hear
I was unable to get into the doctor this morning, which means I will have to wait until Friday morning. Happily, at some point in today’s running around a channel appears to have opened in the wax, and now I can hear again. I will continue home irrigation, an odious and messy business, in the hopes of being done with it before then.
Last weekend Viv and I were wandering about deepest Ballard, when we came across a small secretary desk, about two feet by one foot, that we immediately realized would fit well in our living room and displace one of the rickety 1950s TV trays that Viv has been employing a a computer and work desk. Unfortunately, the shop owner was unable to meet our price expectations and so we did not come away with the piece.
Today, as we enjoyed the splendors of intracity traffic in Seattle on the first day of boating season, we passed by a gimcrack shop we’d never ventured into. I told Viv to pull over, and once parked we explored the place. Nearly immediately Viv found a matched table and chair set, rather plainer but probably older than the other one, for well under half the price that we’d been offered at the other place. The tiny chair was quite rickety and not well suited to day-to-day use.
Around a corner in the shop, we found another old chair, this with a home-made cushion that matched one on the small side chair that came with the table. Asking, we learned that the three pieces of furniture all originated in the same home. We asked about purchasing them as a unit, and the shop’s owner extended an extremely reasonable offer we were pleased to agree to. A bit of puzzle-building later, we we had them in the car, and as I write, Viv is seated at the sturdy chair, computer on desk.
Interestingly, the sturdy chair was made in Aurora, Indiana, at the Cochran Chair Company; Aurora is just down the road from Lawrenceburg, the home of several friends of mine from Bloomington, including Matt Uhlmann, Bill Weaver, and John Terrill.
That essence rare
Tonight Spencer scored two tix to that Gang of Four show I blogged about. I have been looking forward to this since he mentioned it to me. Unfortunately, I do not know if I can uphold my obligation to him or not, as I have multiple conflicting engagements tomorrow. I am running a clear sleep deficit and really need to be 100%. I am struggling to get a power nap in, but it seems unclear to me if I will be able to. I’m really bummed about this; who knows, perhaps I will go to the show anyway.
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Bright Red Rocket presents: The Naked Cosmos: [via BB]
Oh dear god. This looks so wonderful and delicious I can barely think about it.