As is the tradition for this time of year, I went to see Paul and Storm and Jonathan Coulton at Antone’s. Jonathan Coulton has become even more Jonathan Coultonier than last time.
I must get to bed. I have a plane to catch in the morning.
Work has been really stressful the past few weeks. Every day it feels like I have survived a battle. My inbox has become a hydra of tasks. I cut one down and two more rise in its place.
I’ve been listening to Radio Lab and This American Life (available in podcast and radio flavors) and I’ve decided that they are the gold standard when measuring what a slice of life, short form documentary program ought to be. Beyond just superb sound design, the shows are edifying in a way that makes me feel better about the world in general. Also, if Ira Glass and Jad Abumrad interviewed each other, my mind would explode.
Tags: podcasts
Current theory: the smoke monster/Esau is an alien stranded on earth either literally (he hails from beyond the stars), temporally (he comes from the future) or dimensionally (he is a secret man was not meant to know). When he says, “I want to go home,” he’s not talking about Hoboken.
Oh, and Sayid for Juliette is not a fair trade.
Tags: Lost
The interesting other side of the bed dreams continue. Seems to be a lot more celebrity guest stars over there. In this one, Dave and I were hanging out with Stephen King. We were discussing a short story he wrote long ago. I couldn’t remember the name of it and neither could Stephen King because he had written so many of them. Then he had to go, but he let Dave and I peruse his computer game and board game collection, which was enviable.
I’ve been sleeping on the other side of the bed lately and it has yielded some interesting dreams. This is one of them.
It was set in some desert town in New Mexico or Arizona. Somewhere that easily serves as the backdrop for post-apocalyptic films. I was hanging out with a bunch of hooligans, people I didn’t know in waking life. One of these friends persuaded me to drive a truck in the big monster truck rally the next day. I agreed. The rallies in this part of the world happened in football-size arenas and were gladiatorial duels which tested man and machine.
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Dorkness set on overdrive today. Got up and watched some shows then played some games. Didn’t feel up to socializing or getting anything productive done. Felt incapable of writing anything good. Sometimes one must retreat to their cave.
I finished the first two volumes of David Petersen’s Mouse Guard. Gorgeous art and fantastic storytelling. It was one of those stories where I was immediately drawn in and I instantly cared about the main characters. Petersen’s rich worldbuilding reminds me of when I first read Dinotopia. It seems so effortless, like he’s just chronicling the events of an actual place. Highly recommended.
If Luke Crane shows up to run the Mouse Guard RPG at PAX East, I got dibs on Saxon.
Master Mao, all around cool cat, is recovering from whatever adventure led to his fractured foot. The vet told me to keep him inside for a week and then bring him back for an exam. True to his chill nature, Master Mao hasn’t let a splint and a cast get in his way. I even had to chase him down when one of the maintenance guys left the door open and Mao went tearing off. He likes hanging out here, but he’s used to being an outdoor cat.
He’s become even more affectionate and clingy after coming back from the vet. Maybe he understands that I helped him out. While he’s technically a stray and no one can be said to own Master Mao, he’s certainly become important to me over the last year. Seeing him with his leg all twisted broke my heart. I couldn’t *not* help him. The vet kept the cost down to $200 and even gave me a payment plan option. Not a big deal. I mean, we’re talking about Master Mao here.
