mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (cyberpunk)
Shadowrun went pretty decent last night. We finished a big fight with some corp-type security guards, and the group is set up for the finale confrontation next session. The webcam link to Amy functioned pretty well, and there were albino gluten-free cookies for all. Now I have two synopses to type up :) One pitfall which urban-fantasy GMs must always be aware of: while fantasy-game swords kill slowly, guns are instantly lethal, which can sometimes be a challenge to the game.

Our players arrived to a less-than-spotless house. Starr and I had a rare weekend where neither of us worked or had any social commitments, so we spent a lot of personal time together, which meant I didn't do any cleaning in the living room or kitchen over the weekend. Last night I had to get the place presentable in about 90 minutes time, which I think I managed sufficiently. Luckily my friends aren't Better Homes and Gardens reps.

Midori started the evening off fairly relaxed, but started panicking once the room filled up, and took a completely unprovoked swipe at Jesse's face. Luckily, Jesse's all right, but I'm pretty cheesed at our little evil bitch cat right now. MistyMina, on the other hand, cuddled on [livejournal.com profile] ptownhiker's and [livejournal.com profile] lewisw's laps all night, racking up cute points until time for all to leave.

That, by the way, is indeed the new kitten's name. We tried Matisse, which didn't work, and then we tried Misty, which almost worked. Starr suggested Mina, the name of a friend, and about then the kitten knocked yet another something over. So we named her MistyMina, for her criminal behavior, and that stuck.

Tonight will be Technicon travel prep. I feel like I know what I'm going to to be doing on Saturday night now, so my main jobs are laundry, repairing a prop, and picking costumes for the weekend. I have four candidates, and only two days of convention :) Really looking forward to seeing everyone!
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (rogue)
I can think of several things for which I'm thankful today:

Everything is out of the apartment now except for some random cleaning supplies, and a couple of lamps and a vacuum cleaner that wouldn't fit in the car last night. This will be taken care of this weekend when I drop off the keys. For this I am very thankful to Starr and, well, me. We've both put no small effort into all these boxes.

I am thankful to Starr for many things, in fact; but they're all mushy and I'll save that for some other time.

I am thankful to Starr's parents for allowing us to use their house for the next year or two. We'll be very comfortable here, and we'll be able to save up some money which we'll need to get our own place. (Midori is thankful to them for the gas fireplace, which is one of the best things the furless monkeys have invented since domesticated catnip and the chewy kitty treat.)

I'm thankful to NASA for giving me the opportunity to show me what I could do for them, and to [livejournal.com profile] rattrap for encouraging my developing Macintosh skills in the first place. I'm also thankful to the designers of the Apple Newton, whose long-cancelled product inadvertently provided me with some "hardcore Mac expert" cred in the most recent planning meeting.

I am thankful to the grocery store owners and workers who allowed their stores to be open this morning, so I could acquire the remaining bits of a quiet Thanksgiving surprise dinner to serve Starr, who once again works a holiday.

I'm thankful to the creators and operators of LiveJournal, without whom I'd never be able to keep track of what's going on with all my friends. My peeps are a complicated, intelligent, opinionated, goofy bunch - which is exactly how I like it, and my life would be horribly diminished without them.

I'm thankful to all the people that I like and love that my emo side is awfully disappointed this holiday. I'm supposed to be, and fully expected to be, horribly dissatisfied with my life at this age. Problem with that is, there's so much good in my life right now... how can I let the few speed bumps slow me down?
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (gaming)
Okay. I have owed my sister a phone call for several days, and perhaps if I post it here, I will be looking at it tonight and go, "oh yeah, I really need to do that".

We actually managed to get out of the house for a bit on Friday night - we've not been good at that for the last couple of weeks. It's so easy, when one of us doesn't get home until 7:30 or 8, to say "screw it" and vegetate for the rest of the evening, but we made ourselves go out with friends, and had a sorely-needed good time.

After a Saturday full of more moving and cleaning, Starr and I got our WoW characters each halfway to level 67, at which point they will have passed my poor gnome mage I've been leveling since long before The Burning Crusade. There was debate over whether we'd stick around Outland once we hit 68, and quest a bit in Shadowmoon or Netherstorm; but the urge to take off to the Great White North is strong. We'll see.

Along those lines, I need to contact my gaming group - our session three weeks ago was cancelled due to host illness, and I never even heard whether or not we scheduled a session last week. I was prepping to start a Shadowrun for the group, and I assume there is still interest. I've also got a box full of giveaway gaming material from the Stuff Reduction Plan, and I'm hoping that they'll want some of it.

Tensions are still cooling slowly on the cat front. Early this morning, Midori and Precious repeatedly chased each other up and down the house stairs, which I think may actually have been play instead of attempted murder. The welcome absence of hissing and yowling is the peg I'm hanging those hopes on.

The 45th anniversary of the Doctor Who TV show passed this weekend. I had to check out a YouTube video of the days when the Doctor was a cranky old man with a hyperintelligent granddaughter, and certain walls of the TARDIS control room were simple photographic blowups. Dig the 1962-era special effects:

Classic stuff.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (flying_gif)
It's been a heck of a week, and I haven't had much opportunity to post. Let's see if I can catch up a bit.

As of Wednesday evening, Starr and I began sleeping at the new house. This was slightly impeded by the fact that our bed hadn't been moved yet, and Starr's parents had returned for some of their stuff, so we had to share a twin bed in a guest bedroom. Note: no matter how cuddly the other person is, tucking two people into a twin bed gets old quickly.

I'm now getting up at 5:30 every morning to get out of the house by 6:30. My efficiency's improved, as it was taking me up to 90 minutes to get showered, dressed, and moving, but it means I have exactly enough coherence to drive safely and not a bit more. The commute's indeed an hour; thank goodness for podcasts.

Each day last week, I stopped by the apartment on the way home to grab some more stuff. Slowly, all the vital necessities of life have been put in place at the house, such as transforming Macross toys and Lensman paperbacks. By this weekend, I expect to have the silly stuff moved like cooking gear and clean underwear. (Okay, I *am* kidding about the underwear; that was high-priority.)

Starr's parents left on Friday - or was it Thursday? - but returned once more on Saturday for more stuff, and so we could take her little sister to Nekocon. We only stayed for a few hours Saturday afternoon and evening; I had no idea that the con was so HUGE. 3,000 people were claimed in one press release, and it sure looked like it. I could not believe the number and variety of hall costumes! (Of course, I forgot a camera.) Starr dressed as a loligoth, while her sister wore an InuYasha costume. Many pictures of them were taken, but I have seen none posted; me, I was grumpy that morning, and didn't wear a costume. By the end of the evening I regretted the decision, but oh well.

Tuesday, I had the day off, and I headed back over to the apartment to collect more stuff. Our downstairs neighbors are both military, and were also home; when they found out what I was up to, they instantly volunteered their two pickups, and pitched in on the packing. Thanks to them, we're about 70% done with the move, and should be able to finish this weekend; I had reason to appreciate our veterans even more that day! They were awesome folks.

We're switching the house from Verizon to Cox for our internet and phone, and were surprised to learn the the cable junction box is across the street. Shortly after we learned this, we learned that the underground line to our house is bad, and they'll have to bore a new conduit for us this week. The cable, phone, and Internet at the apartment was disabled on Wednesday, so communications have been impaired. Right now my cell phone and work Internet are my main connections to the world.

Midori has been introduced to Tigger and Precious, two cats we're inheriting from Starr's parents. They seem to be more amused than anything else by her hissing and posturing, and she seems to be slowly understanding the uselessness of making all the fuss. With any luck, they'll civilize her a bit.

This Saturday, I hope to have everything out of the apartment that isn't tucked in my office. Sunday, I'll pack all the little figures and toys and books and such I have on display in my office, and move that over, and at that point the actual move should be about done. We can then spend a week or so cleaning up the place nice before we hand over the keys.

Then... maybe... perhaps... a rest. I don't think that's an unreasonable reward!
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (flying_gif)
I'm back home from Roanoke. (Salem, if you're being picky.)

As I mentioned in the locked post, Mom's in the hospital after suffering a stroke. She's lost motor function in her right limbs, but still has full sensation, vision, and her normal faculties.

Sunday night Starr and I discussed the situation, and I decided to head up Monday morning. Mom was surprised and very touched to see me, and I got to see her moving her limbs ever so slightly - perhaps a centimeter or two - which, only days after a stroke, is a major accomplishment. I'm hoping for her sake that this is the beginning of a swift recovery. She'll be starting physical therapy next week.

On top of that, Starr's PT Cruiser is in the shop, and we just got Midori-kitty back from surgery. If exhaustion counts as exercise, then I'm completely caught up.

Much thanks to everyone who offered assistance and good wishes. It means quite a lot.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (flying_gif)
Last night I had my first taste of lobster in decades. I'd been putting a lot of energy into taking care of Starr lately, with her overwork issues and such; she decided it was my turn, and set up a lovely lobster and shrimp dinner for me.

Those things are hard to stare down - I've always been a bit wary of food that's looking back at me. Luckily, lobsters look evil enough that I can tell myself that it would gladly eat me if our roles were reversed, and start dismembering the thing. (Cows are the same way. Don't trust 'em, that's all I'll tell you.)

Very tasty; in fact, it tasted better with lemon juice than melted butter, to my surprise. I think that crab legs are still the shellfish win for me, but this is not a complaint I'm registering. I greatly appreciated the effort and expense!

Saturday was fun, but hectic and busy. A local crafter's group pow-wow led into an unsuccesful Korean food run which preceeded a graduation party which turned into an unexpected late night hot-tubbing which became an overnight stay which included brunch the next morning with our host's parents. I may not have gotten my explicit mileage in, but given the amount of time I spent on my feet, I'm calling it an exercise win.

Sunday mostly involved the couch, the kitten, and a lot of Discovery Network.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (daicon-girl)
After starting the series 6 years ago, I finally picked up the last two volumes and have finished reading the Chobits comic. I liked it a lot, and I'm glad I gritted my teeth to read eight graphic novels backwards. (I usually take in an entire comic page in a glance or two, and reading unflipped manga for me is a bit like taking your car up to 55 mph in second gear. You can do it, but it's not comfortable.)

Y'know, only the Japanese could combine 1) a serious examination of computer emotion and sentience, and 2) innocent, adorable robot girls running around unself-consciously in mildly fetishy outfits. It kept confusing me, because between the clothing choices and the male lead's humorous over-reactions to every situation, I wasn't sure I was meant to be taking this seriously, but then the authors would drop back into the real distress experienced by several characters because of the difficult emotional situations they faced.

The ending doesn't contain any real surprises, but the purpose of this tale is the journey, not the destination, and the last book makes sense of several points that I'd expected to be conveniently forgotten. I no longer trust 21st century creators to do this, so it's a welcome change to be able to believe "we were planning this all along" for once.

In completely unrelated news, Midori has found the basket of laundry that I've just pulled from the dryer, and is at this moment the happiest sleeping cat in Portsmouth.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (passing)
If you want to know what last night was like in these parts, Google "obici tornado".

The storm wasn't bad for me. We got the alert around 4 here at NASA, but all I had to deal with on the drive home was some rain and a bit of wind on the bridge. Starr, on the other hand, stood in her hospital as a funnel came right for the building, tossing around cars in the parking lot and cracking some hospital windows with flying debris.

She had to stay at work a little late, in part because the road home was damaged and closed, but she finally made it home safe and sound, if a little stressed.

We are both fine, though kitty panicked a bit when it took Starr so long to come home. None of our friends have reported any serious difficulties either, for which we are most thankful.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (cyberpunk)
My Sunday Technicon experience was brief and poignant. Reluctantly awake by 10:00, and out of the Microtel by 11:00, I headed back to McBryde for a final time.

My plan was to leave Blacksburg by 1:00, thereby getting home around 6:30-7:00 and having time for dinner and decompression, so my time was brief and rushed. I got to catch up briefly with [livejournal.com profile] nanoreid, had my picture taken with [livejournal.com profile] ranchonmars' Skull plush, and won an awesome Thunderchild print from [livejournal.com profile] rattrap. (It's based on a plastic model I designed and we built many years ago.)

I finally had a few seconds to stop into Spiel, where I talked to [livejournal.com profile] jsciv for the only time during actual con hours. Touched base with [livejournal.com profile] rubinpdf, too; I hear [livejournal.com profile] ashoemaker was there, but I didn't see him, though I did see [livejournal.com profile] markush on the way out. Since auction pickup hadn't yet started, [livejournal.com profile] shrewlet offered to collect the print for me so that I could get on the road, and as I left the auditorium where the auctions were held, it seemed like half the con called out goodbyes. Just a little tiny bit verklempt, I was.

I drove home on 460 rather than battle the interstates; I got a far more peaceful drive for my trouble. Faint rain misted my windshield most of the way back, but posed no driving hazard, though I more than once encountered the damned "I refuse to be passed by a Hyundai, even if I was 15 miles under the speed limit!" attitude. Though I didn't realize it at the time, I was so bushed that I sat a couple inches lower in the car seat, making the hood seem to disappear behind the dash.

Finally, I made it home. Starr and Midori were most pleased to see me. I presented Starr with the custom art I commissioned from [livejournal.com profile] rainbowsaber, and heard happy squees for the rest of the evening.

Sleep came upon me with no trouble at all, that night; and thus endeth the story of a happy Technicon. I'm already looking forward to next year's: Jerry's a good man who knows a thing or two about making a con happen, and I'm already tagged to do my shtick again. And this time, I'm bringing Starr!

(Say, who's FanGOH for 26? And who's got pics online?)
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (manic)
Starr should be coming home tomorrow, or Saturday at the latest.

Her various chemical levels are stabilizing, and the new meds are doing the trick with her digestion. She's itching to come home!

She'll probably still be kept off work for another week or so, but that's cool. I am so pleased that she's getting well and will be back where she belongs!

Midori will be THRILLED!
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (menace)
Starr had a rough night: discomfort, poor sleep, and more back-and-forth from her doctors on the probable cause. We had hopes that she'd be home by now, but that's clearly not working out. Continued good thoughts, and maybe a phone call or three would help a whole lot right now.

Midori is still freaking, and I've been feeling a bit unwell the last few days myself (due to stress, no doubt). Last night I was supposed to send out some e-mail and phone calls to concerned family and friends, but I lost consciousness before I could wake the laptop.

In happy news, Collegiate BattleBots events will be airing on ESPN2 and ESPNU (http://www.battlebots.com/news_home.asp) this summer. This is great news, but the sad thing is that I don't think I have either of those on my channel lineup. I may have to get someone to do some 'time-shifting' for me.

Also, I have confirmation of my TCon timeslots, and I have the theme for my panels ready. I kinda like this one, and I hope some people show up!
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (menace)
Slept reasonably well last night, but for some reason I am sluggish and foggy this morning. I remember bits and pieces of the dream I had... something about gorillas loping calmly out of the old General Electric plant back in Salem. In my dream, it was 3am, and [livejournal.com profile] rattrap and I had been tasked to do something about the gorilla situation, which I protested because I'd been up all night and had work tomorrow.

These are my dreams, folks. They don't get any more coherent.

Despite, or because of, my mental fog this morning, my brain was quite creative on the drive to work. I fleshed out some more concepts for the webcomic I'm never going to have time or skill to do. I really miss plotting out Artificial Intelligence with Tom Monaghan. If I ever fix or replace my scanner, those old comics really ought to go on the web while I can still find the old print collection.

Midori-kitty has been a lot more affectionate to us the last few weeks, but she's been quite hostile to visitors at the same time. We're thinking it's a territory issue, but she really needs to quit it. This remains our place, not hers, until she's willing to pay rent for it. And she doesn't make much money.

Must. Clear. Head. And. Get Work Done.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (flying_gif)
Bad night last night to leave your car windows open.

The wind was so violent that you frequently couldn't hear the thunder. The rain lashed the roof of my apartment building so heavily that it woke up more than once, and Midori, unsurprisingly, stayed pretty close the whole evening. (She didn't like it either that Starr was spending a night with her mom last night.) I peeked out the front of the building during a laundry run to see visible waves and sheets in the torrent. The fresh mulch that the groundskeepers had spread Monday was all over the sidewalk and parking lot this morning.

It was the sort of night where I was utterly grateful for 21st-century shelter. It was also a good night to finish two more levels of my "yes I will beat the Terran Starcraft missions before Starcraft II comes out" campaign. I started fresh a few days ago, to get back into the rhythms, and I won Mission 8 last night - two more to go. The funny things is that I have a strategy guide, but always end up doing it my own way. This is, by the way, part of the awesomeness of Starcraft - it can support multiple play styles.

The sky is crystal clear this morning. Shame we're losing those soothing high-60s temperatures.

Little one

Feb. 4th, 2008 07:36 pm
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (rainbow)
This weekend was exhausting. Amazing, but exhausting.

We had a lot of cleaning to do before our guests arrived this weekend. Starr did a lot of it, but I tried to pull my weight. We established Friday's high point when I received a panicked call at work letting me know that Midori had pulled the gerbil cage from the bookshelf and smashed it. Starr finally managed to catch two traumatized but unharmed gerbils, and I screwed the replacement cage to the bookcase... so there, cat.

Why all the kerfuffle? Well, we had a rather special little boy and his parents coming by. Owen is observant, intelligent, cheerful, and energetic; and Starr gave birth to him four years ago, giving him up to a couple in a much better position at the time to give him a stable home.

I hadn't really been aware of "open adoption" before. The idea is that the adoptive parents keep the birth mother in their life, trading phone calls, email, and pictures, and even getting together when possible. Owen has grown up thinking of Starr as a relative who loves him a lot, and I suppose that one day, when he asks very specific questions, he'll get straight answers.

The idea sounds good; an extra close relative in a child's life has to be a bonus, and when he's a teenager trying to figure out who he is, he'll have immediate answers to many of the questions I imagine an adopted child might ask. On the other hand, I can see how the relationships involved might need more work on everyone's part than normal. On the gripping hand, I have some experience of my own with unusual relationships, and I feel the effort's well worth making. I suppose time will tell how it all works out.

More importantly for the time being, Owen was a joy to meet. I'm spoiled by precocious kids like him and Bethany... perhaps it has just as much to do with the parents' determination to raise him as something more than a yard ape. His parents were pretty awesome too; we got along from the beginning, and it only got better when Paul and I started Mac geeking together. Starr reported later that they thought I was a pretty decent guy.

(Actually, they called me 'grounded'. Is there anyone here who knows me who'd have picked the adjective 'grounded' to describe me?)

I greatly enjoyed the day and a half of time with Owen and Paul and Susan; Starr's mom joined us as well. However, all that time of socializing and trying to keep up with a 4-year-old drained me dry. I took a somewhat unwilling nap on Sunday afternoon, and craved a quiet night of WoW afterwards. Wouldn't have missed it though, and Starr's center returned to her after a week of pure frantic. At least next weekend ought to be a bit quieter.

A bit.
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (rogue)
Every morning for years now, I perform a little ritual of dragging my semi-conscious carcass out of bed and into my office, where I wake myself up with the morning's email and Friends page.

Now there's a new element to that ritual: every morning, little Midori sees that I'm awake, jumps up to my chair, curls up her kitten body in my lap, and goes to sleep.

As if it wasn't hard enough getting out of this chair to shower and dress...

(I have to keep grabbing her, too, as she forgets that my lap is not infinite, and tries to roll over in her sleep.)
mikailborg: I can't even remember what event I was attending, but I must have been taking it seriously. (Default)
I spent a fair chunk of the weekend 'suffering from brain weasels' as they say... just listless, depressed, and grumpy. As near as I can tell, it wasn't anyone's fault, or due to anything going on around me - perhaps my body chemistry fell out of whack, I can't tell. Last night, I consumed a fair amount of chocolate - it seemed to help.

After months of waiting for the money to be available, we have a new kitten! She's 8 weeks old, and is a grey tabby we picked up at the local shelter. Her name is Midori, and she's already fixed and microchipped - she goes in for her first vet visit (since moving in with us) on Thursday. She's sweet, but full of mischief - in other words, perfectly normal.

I may have addicted [livejournal.com profile] ptownhiker to Guitar Hero II Saturday night. Heh, heh, heh. Now to spring Katamari Damacy on them!

Finally got your questions ready, [livejournal.com profile] fishy1. Sorry about the wait!


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