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Various random observations
May. 30th, 2003 07:26 pm1. After a week or two of tender, balmy, fragrant late May weather, a cold front ripped through today, and it feels like October out there, with a leaden sky and a wild cold wind whipping everything around. Needless to say, this is my kind of weather, and makes me very happy. I am making soup and sipping bourbon and listening to the Bach cello suites and watching the trees lash around in the gale.
2. Thunderstorms came through last night, presaging the weather change. I woke around two, with lightning as bright and unrelenting as a strobe light flashing through the blinds. The thunder was continuous; I don't remember ever hearing anything quite like it, five or ten uninterrupted, unrelenting minutes of thundering, until I felt like I was right next to a very long freight train.
3. While I stood on the back deck early this morning, an enormous flock of Canadian geese went by right overhead; I couldn't do a count, they were moving too fast, but there must have been at least 40, in a huge V, honking loudly, flying north.
4. You know how, on a day that starts out warm and abruptly turns cold, when you've been out running around underdressed for the change in weather, with a flimsy t-shirt and sandals, and you finally get home, thoroughly chilled, and pull on a sweatshirt and heavy jeans and warm socks, how good that feels? That's one of my favorite feelings in the world; it's something I loved about living in north coastal California, the way the warm days would turn into chilly evenings, and one could snuggle in.
5. Great triumph is mine, because I finally got a large website I maintain at work re-coded into totally tableless CSS. Not that anyone who uses the website will ever know the difference, but I shall. I do the dance of the geekish autodidact.
6. I cherish the dS flashfiction challenges because they've given me occasion to play around with characters other than Fraser and RayK. In particular, I seem to be yanked into writing Vecchio, or more specifically Vecchio-as-the-Bookman; I have another shortish thing about half-done, one which is making me stagger up from my chair from time to time with the "Ow ow ow," and "Oh, jeez, Ray, you poor sonofabitch." I am really starting to love this Armando-Vecchio guy, and the token of my love is how much I'm willing to hurt him. *g* I still don't know if I could write season 1-2 RayV, though.
7. It strikes me that I could write pretty much anything in here, the rawest spillage from my addled brainpan, and at least some people would read it. That's an alarming thought, really. So I will not focus on it, but will instead tip the platter, hit the "update" button, and let these jumbled fragments dump out onto the aether.
2. Thunderstorms came through last night, presaging the weather change. I woke around two, with lightning as bright and unrelenting as a strobe light flashing through the blinds. The thunder was continuous; I don't remember ever hearing anything quite like it, five or ten uninterrupted, unrelenting minutes of thundering, until I felt like I was right next to a very long freight train.
3. While I stood on the back deck early this morning, an enormous flock of Canadian geese went by right overhead; I couldn't do a count, they were moving too fast, but there must have been at least 40, in a huge V, honking loudly, flying north.
4. You know how, on a day that starts out warm and abruptly turns cold, when you've been out running around underdressed for the change in weather, with a flimsy t-shirt and sandals, and you finally get home, thoroughly chilled, and pull on a sweatshirt and heavy jeans and warm socks, how good that feels? That's one of my favorite feelings in the world; it's something I loved about living in north coastal California, the way the warm days would turn into chilly evenings, and one could snuggle in.
5. Great triumph is mine, because I finally got a large website I maintain at work re-coded into totally tableless CSS. Not that anyone who uses the website will ever know the difference, but I shall. I do the dance of the geekish autodidact.
6. I cherish the dS flashfiction challenges because they've given me occasion to play around with characters other than Fraser and RayK. In particular, I seem to be yanked into writing Vecchio, or more specifically Vecchio-as-the-Bookman; I have another shortish thing about half-done, one which is making me stagger up from my chair from time to time with the "Ow ow ow," and "Oh, jeez, Ray, you poor sonofabitch." I am really starting to love this Armando-Vecchio guy, and the token of my love is how much I'm willing to hurt him. *g* I still don't know if I could write season 1-2 RayV, though.
7. It strikes me that I could write pretty much anything in here, the rawest spillage from my addled brainpan, and at least some people would read it. That's an alarming thought, really. So I will not focus on it, but will instead tip the platter, hit the "update" button, and let these jumbled fragments dump out onto the aether.