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Thursday, August 31, 2006 Back From Fest Actually, we got back on Sunday, but I've been dead tired and can't seem to catch up. Even now, I feel like I'm a few steps away from a coma. So, while I tried to get shoes on Thursday, I did not. Every time I went to ask for a size, they were all out. So I gave up and put my sneakers in the backseat as a flew down the highway with the windows open. By the time we got to the airport, they were pretty aired out and vicious attack dogs did not descend upon me and drag me off to some dark, dank room to be anally probed by gleeful government agents. The flight was better than I expected. Short too, and with videos built into the back of each seat, Shaun and I watched 3 episodes of The Office and we were there. Although landing in DC, the plane made all these turns that were a bit disconcerting. The way home it was raining in Boston and we were delayed. Pretty much the same deal I had on the return flight 20 years ago. A nice bit of symmetry. I had one swanky time at the fest, even if there were some issues with eating. (Man did it suck being carless.) I've got close to 400 pics, but they all have to be resized and then uploaded to brickshelf.com and I haven't had the energy to do that as of yet. But I will, probably this weekend. I'm burning with ideas since then and it's killing me that I can't seem to find any time to actually build lately. The steampunk stuff was pretty cool. The layout was a bit crammed, but still managed to capture the feel of airships floating around bits of floating islands. At least parts of it did. I'll try to post more when I get the pics done. posted by Evil Wayne | 10:25 AM 0 comments Thursday, August 24, 2006 With Less Than 12 Hours to Go This morning I went to fill up my tank and got the defective pump. It would shut off every 20 seconds, thinking the tank was full. I had to hold it just right to keep it pumping. Unfortunately, this meant when the tank really was full the pump didn't shut off. Gas came spilling out all around me on the ground and on my sneakers. Now, sitting here in my office, there's a very strong gas vapors from my shoes. It's starting to give me a headache actually. You know that's going to trigger a full body-cavity search at the airport. posted by Evil Wayne | 10:13 AM 1 comments Wednesday, August 23, 2006 Heading to Brickfest I'm a bit more than 24 hours from getting on a plane for the first time in 20 years. (Seriously, July 1986.) Part of me is strangely calm about the whole thing. The other part of me is trying for a panic attack. I can't decide who to let win. I still haven't packed, which is not so good. When I leave for work tomorrow I have to have everything I'm taking with me or it's getting left behind because I'm going from here to pick up Sullivan and then to the airport (probably dinner somewhere in there too). Which means everything has to be done tonight before I go to bed. I hate that kind of pressure, but for the life of me I can't think of the last time I didn't save the important stuff for the last minute. I won't bother posting anything from Brickfest, I'm not bringing the laptop anyway. But I hope to have lots of pictures when I get home. Maybe there will be something worth posting. Say... Sullivan in a thong? Now, with apologies to Richard Lewis, I have to get back to convincing myself that hundreds of tons of aircraft weight less than air.
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0 comments Monday, August 21, 2006 Vacation's End It's funky, I don't feel like I've actually had any time off. With my sister and her kids visiting most of the time, I had one day to myself (that's not to say I didn't enjoy her visit). And even that day, I ran around doing errands and cleaning the house for Tine's homecoming. Speaking of which, yesterday I went to kill this mold we've been cultivating under the kitchen cabinets all summer with some diluted bleach and I believe I managed to burn my sinuses. I can still smell the bleach. That's probably not a good sign, huh? So I'm back at work and there's two projects sitting on my desk. Both have the same due date. Like I'm going to suddenly clone myself and get it all done. This is the kind of stuff that makes me feel like I should never take more than a single day off at one time. *sigh* At least the week should go by fast; I'm leaving for Brickfest on Thursday. posted by Evil Wayne | 10:04 AM 0 comments Monday, August 14, 2006 Sleep I feel like I'm still all messed up from Saturday. Tine booked her Florida flight at 8 AM. Which, thanks to the current Useless Terror Alert Level [1], meant getting to the airport two hours a head of time (6 AM); which means getting out of the house by about 5:15; which means getting up at 4-fucking-30 in the morning; which means Tine set the alarm for 4:15. Yes, 4-it's-still-dark-outside-15. A.M. The only time I ever see 4:15, is if I haven't gone to bed yet. The airport was freaking packed. We got there at the right moment, however. The bag check-in line doubled in size by the time we got through it. After that, they decided to head on through security in case it took another hour. So I had to head back. Man, I remember the good old days were you could walk right up to where they'd board. I got back home around 8:30, but TheBoy is home with me and so I couldn't go back to bed or anything. Saturday was all messed up. And Sunday wasn't much better, I guess. I really wish I could have taken a nap. [1] Okay, explain to me how they knew there was this kind of plot out there for the last 11 years and yet, Homeland Security is somehow surprised?!? Jesus on a pogo-stick, How much more flat out incompetence do the American people need before they realize Homeland is a fucking joke. No, my mistake, it's not a joke, it's theater. It's something the administration can point to and say, "See? We're working to make everyone safe!" It's their version of slapping a coat of paint on it to make it bright and shiny. Meanwhile, Katrina has days to come ashore and they can't get their at together. And now this? *Years*, they have know about it for *years* and still nothing gets done. Next we'll be getting high profile alerts about vicious plans to use the spray from cutting a grapefruit to sting the eyes of aircraft personal. There goes any and all fruit in a 100 yard radius. posted by Evil Wayne | 4:32 PM 0 comments Thursday, August 10, 2006 Bush Falls Down Well. Lassie Yawns. Daily Kos has a fun thread for today. JEERS to Ostrichland USA. Well, this is a lovely sign of our collective national brainpower: Half of all Americans still think Iraq had WMDs. A third of us don't even remember when the 9/11 attacks happened. But 92% correctly guessed that our Missile Defense Shield consists of Diet Coke and Menthos. So I suppose all hope is not yet lost. posted by Evil Wayne | 1:48 PM 0 comments Monday, August 07, 2006 Sleep Got some funky sleep over the weekend. I laid down at like 7:30 on Friday and woke up around 8:30 on Saturday. I vaguely recall waking up somewhere in there, but it was pretty fuzzy. Then on Saturday I did almost the same thing. Around 8 PM I was out until about 9:30 on Sunday. Although I did wake up and wander downstairs around 2 AM. I had this feeling that something was wrong and had to wander around. I'm still tired. posted by Evil Wayne | 1:30 PM 0 comments Saturday, August 05, 2006 Tiger Beat Drew this sucktastic tiger in response to some awesome work by Rayhawk. I've tried editing on the PC, but I can't work with the mouse. It's too combative and just gets me frustrated. 
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2 comments Wednesday, August 02, 2006 Dream Fragments I don't remember much; there was a lot of water. A flood I think. There were public service messages on TV warning the dangers of leaving your baby on sewer drain pipe. They showed a steel, corkscrew, run-off pipe and all these plastic toy baby dolls sitting on the edge. Then a torrent of water came rushing down smashing the dolls away. There was another part where I was standing on the second floor looking out at the water in the flooded streets --but it felt like I was looking at a river-- and trying to caulk the windows closed, at the same time trying to pry up the trim work to get the water that had gotten in the walls, out. All the while Pleasant Valley Sunday, by The Monkees was playing in the background. And damn it, if I've haven't had that song stuck in my head since then. posted by Evil Wayne | 10:50 AM 0 comments Tuesday, August 01, 2006 Zombies Redux  Got another game of Zombies!!! in last night. Originally only Kelly would play, but I roped Tine in for a short game. And what a short game it turned out to be.   Instead of putting the Helicopter Pad at the bottom half I shuffled it into the deck with abandon. It turned up on Tine's 2nd turn, making for quite a small city from which to escape. Tine placed it nearest to her (which wasn't that much father from the rest of us) and barrelled in making it to the sweet spot in the shortest time. I think the game was a total of 4 turns. Following it up, Kell and I played another game and to directly contrast the smallest city, we had the largest. The last tile to be drawn was the Helicopter Pad.   This game was a bit better in that we actually got to use some of the cards. I held back on dumping all kinds of horrors on Kell, but I occasionally would take her movement, or place zombies in her path. Kell got the Fire Axe which gives her a permanent +1 and I got to use the Grenade card to clear out the over-infested hospital for some much needed life points. Plus, in traditional Hollywood style, when the Helicopter Pad was finally unveiled (by Kelly) she placed it down this "corridor of death". There was no other way to approach it than down two tiles of straight street. Which means, there's also no other place for the zombies on the tile to go either. Then she played Alternate Food Source, which makes the zombies ignore the players and I rolled enough to end on the winning square. I think she was a bit miffed at me over that one. posted by Evil Wayne | 9:50 AM 0 comments |
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