Enough is Enough

I wasn’t planning on doing this quite so soon-  but as I’m about to move a very long distance away from Shadetree, am either on-schedule or ahead-of-schedule in doing so, and what little salient commentary I have or wish to share about RL is limited to dumb-ass one liner posts about bubble-wrap, it seems obvious that it’s time to shut this puppy down.  So consider it shut down.  I declare the Interregnum over.  Goddess grant me the strength and the perseverance to make sure that whatever comes next isn’t twenty times worse.

Interregnum the Site will be left as an archive in this subdomain.  I have no plans to replace it with another site at this time.  There is a very nice forum, the Amber Horizons neighborhood forum, which I am the Administrator of, and which has recently been reopened after migrating it to my server;  if I choose to post anything in the near future, I will be posting it there.  The threads on the forum containing Second Life and Myst Online: URU Live content are publicly viewable by Guests, without registering, but any personal posts I make will probably be put in an area visible only to Members–  which I mention only because registration is currently closed to new members, pending replacement of the existing captcha scheme with a new one that spambots haven’t cracked yet.  ;P   If you are not already registered as a member there, and want to be, e-mail me [ace @ the root directory of this site];  I can set you up an account and password personally, with a minimum of fuss.

see ya ’round the campfire

Ace*

Take That

Major props to Church for helping me decimate four closets, two bureaus and the entire kitchen.

W00t!

I Guess They Have To Do It Sometime

What, do lawyers all take their vacations the same week in August?

Dear Son

I bequeath to you my savegame files.

/pulls memory chips out of consoles, wincing

Freedom Rising

All the books mentioned in my previous post have been welcomed with open arms at the care center where Opal is receiving her physical therapy.  The seniors and other full-time residents there are starved for new reading material, and anything they’re not interested in, the staff is happy to find homes for or take themselves.  Bullseye.

Uriel helped me haul all the books there.  He and his wife are going to rent a truck, and take the couch and all the bookcases, plus possibly take the rest of the furniture, too (except for my computer chair and table, unless it turns out in the final hour that those two things won’t fit in my car after all.)   We got the antique Russian pine cabinet into the back of his car and sent that home with him today, rather than have him drive away empty.

Next up:  kitchen, closets and bureaus…

On the Other Hand Though

… apparently we won the (red) Mint photo contest.  Or so says D.  We’re still waiting for them to post our pic on their site.  Something about them being on vacation for two weeks…

Also Disappointing

We seem to have missed the registration deadline for the September STEAM hunt by a matter of days.  We had been checking the hunt blog intermittently for info on when they were taking new applications, but for some inexplicable reason, the blog was never updated in any way from the March hunt.  We’re not sure where or how they did advertise it, except possibly by word of mouth, through the people who were already participants in the March run.  I imagine that works out fine for them, since there’s already a gazillion participants.  Not so well for us…

D has a letter in to the organizers, to see if they’ll let us slip in under the deadline.

Now I’m Pissed Off

What kind of fucking world do we live in where libraries are tepid about taking donated books?  I have a considerable collection I have to get rid of–  and I’m not talking about shitty paperbacks with the covers ripped off here, I’m talking about well-kept paperbacks and softcovers, nice contemporary hardcovers, art books, history books, fiction, non-fiction, you name it–  and the Shadetree librarians are looking at me like I’m offering them severed fish heads, saying, “Welllllll…    if there’s no textbooks…    and you bring them in just one bag at a time…  and there’s not too many at one time…  or overall…”  Fuck you!  FUUUUUUUCK YOUUUUUUUUUU.  How about I put them in a trebuchet, light them on fire and launch them into the parking lot?

God damn.

SL: Racers Island

“You’re taking this whole ‘I can park it anywhere’ thing a little too far, you know that, right?”

It Never Works That Way

“…she filled up my answering machine with the sounds of walking on rocks and breathing, THAT’S IT…  WHY CAN’T HE DATE A SMART GIRL?”

–Dragonia, on her son’s choice of companionship

SL: Paper Chase

Sort of gives being “at a loss for words” a whole new meaning…

Sometimes I Do Too

Opal (from bed, to the air): Empress, is Ace reading his book?

me (from my chair, a few feet away): Yeah, Mom.  I’m reading my book.

Opal:  (settles down comfortably) …Sometimes I forget you’re not really there.

Strangely Enough

… Jack is apparently studying Ancient Mesopotamia at his summer camp, and mentioned in the car this morning that he was designing a board game where the player would assume the role of Gilgamesh, and attempt to climb to the summit of the Hanging Gardens.

I was not aware of any of that when I published the quote below.

Twelve Leagues

“When he had gone seven leagues the darkness was thick and there was no light, he could see nothing ahead and nothing behind him.  When he had gone eight leagues Gilgamesh gave a great cry, for the darkness was thick and he could see nothing ahead and nothing behind him.  After nine leagues he felt the north wind on his face, but the darkness was thick and there was no light, he could see nothing ahead and nothing behind him.  After ten leagues the end was near.  After eleven leagues the dawn light appeared.  At the end of twelve leagues the sun streamed out….  Shamash saw him, and he saw that he was dressed in the skins of animals and ate their flesh.  He was distressed, and he…  said, ‘No mortal man has gone this way before, nor will, as long as the winds drive over the sea.’  And to Gilgamesh he said, ‘You will never find the life for which you are searching.’  Gilgamesh said to glorious Shamash, ‘Now that I have toiled and strayed so far in the wilderness, am I to sleep, and let the earth cover my head for ever?  Let my eyes see the sun until they are dazzled with looking.  Although I am no better than a dead man, still let me see the light of the sun!'”

The Epic of Gilgamesh (t. N.K. Sandar), as quoted in The Universal Myths:  Heroes, Gods, Tricksters and Others, Alexander Eliot

sigh

Dragonia goes home tomorrow night.