Wednesday – 16 July 2008
Last night’s Scion game was good. We met a sphinx… were asked a riddle… and didn’t die. Helluva combination. We wrapped up the adventure that we’ve been on for the past couple of months and will start in on something new next week.

I had a couple of errands to run after the game, which took me in the opposite direction of the gym, so I went home without working out. I must have been far more tired than I thought, because shortly after talking with SaraRules, I nodded off while surfing the ‘tubes. When I regained nominal coherence, I decided that calling it a night was a good decision. I wish I knew what triggered them, but I had some BIZARRE dreams. I woke up from a couple of them trying to piece together what was real from what was heard/seen while dreaming.

I may be picking up a new (to me) iMac from SaraRules’ father this evening. At SaraRules’ suggestion, I’m getting the Graphite colored one. The reason behind that choice of color:

Hmmm. I have a pink macbook and a pink iMac. Since Rob has a black macbook I humbly request the graphite iMac for him. Just so that we can continue to match. 🙂

Works for me. I think that it may replace ‘Nine as my desktop/server, as it has never really recovered from its last OS installation.

I haven’t decided whether or not I want to pick up comics today or wait until tomorrow…

Stray Toasters

  • By way of and CNN: Black in America
  • July 16, 1945: Trinity Blast Opens Atomic Age
  • Take the last train to Clarksville
    And I’ll meet you at the station
  • Natalie Cole say she has hepatitis C
    When I read this, it reminded me of a story from either freshman or sophomore year at Purdue:

    • Jim, one of the guys in our group of then-usual suspects, was from a small town in Indiana. One Saturday, while some of the other guys were working on a project, we were hanging out watching MuchMusic (think “Canadian MTV”) when a Natalie Cole video came on. We watched it for a couple of minutes before Jim blurted out the following gem: “She’s pretty good looking for a black woman.”

    I couldn’t have heard what I thought I heard: “What..?!”

    “Natalie Cole. She’s pretty good looking… for a black woman.”

    I now had confirmation that he had just said what I thought he said. *sigh* Jim, while rather intelligent, wasn’t the smartest guy. Had he been, he would have (possibly) remembered that it had taken Herculean self-control (and three of our friends) to keep me from trying to cave his head in a few months before when he had carelessly tossed a “less than socially acceptable” racial epithet in my direction. Before choosing to belatedly follow-up on that instinct, I decided that it might be prudent to find out what he meant with this new nugget of wisdom. So, I asked him.

    His response: “Well, with white women, you get blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes…. blonde hair or brunette… or red. With black women, you just get dark hair and dark eyes.”

    In his mind, his logic was flawless.
    In my mind, I was trying to figure out places where I could hide his body that would take campus police weeks, if not months, to find.

    Instead, I just got up and walked out of the room.
    We never really talked much after that… for some reason.

  • , if you happen to have a spare $25k lying around: Douglas Adams’ Hitchhiker’s typewriter for sale
  • Pope Benedict. Koalas. Eco-Disco.
    We shall not speak of these things, in conjuction, again.
  • Hall and Oates. Yep, I like ’em.
  • The art blog of Lauren Montgomery

Namaste.