Note To Self

Don't turn the Internet security setting down to 'low' and then forget to change it back.

Note To Self

Don't turn the Internet security setting down to 'low' and then forget to change it back.

A Day

[[being a post that disappeared a week or two ago and which reappeared after reinstalling semagic; posted now for historical insignificance]]

1. muh
2. work on visual c++ .net font editing app
3. grumble at lack of c++ samples by ms, pushing their c# language, jerkwads
4. flurble through docs
5. lj
6. grumble at semagic
7. download latest semagic client and source
8. grumble at semagic
9. look at lj client interface
10. look at xmlrpc
11. look at soap
12. look at
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A Day

[[being a post that disappeared a week or two ago and which reappeared after reinstalling semagic; posted now for historical insignificance]]

1. muh
2. work on visual c++ .net font editing app
3. grumble at lack of c++ samples by ms, pushing their c# language, jerkwads
4. flurble through docs
5. lj
6. grumble at semagic
7. download latest semagic client and source
8. grumble at semagic
9. look at lj client interface
10. look at xmlrpc
11. look at soap
12. look at
( more of the same )

The Coughing Coffin

We call you here to teach the way.
We have no means of paying that we know.
Do not.
Pleasing the small and shiny ones.
Ancient pleasures.
Slowing, slowing.

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Can you see the breathing of the flame children with their mouths slack and resting?

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Reginald Sniffleglitter rammed his tiny cock into the ham for hours.

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Will you join with me?
No.
You should be absorbed.
I don't want to be.

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Cut-glass sickness flowers strangled in the desert by the wind's children orphaned with intersections of light

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Pustulent treacle smile hands grabbing

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Physician, feel thyself.

Karf.

Dreamily stoking the lettuce fiend i sit and touch its moistened teeth I have to put those teeth to sleep

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Mittelalorera; Mittello Schmertzla

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My flimsy flopping flesh failed me most foully, foiling my fornication. Mucklity mucklity.

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I have come to decide what to do. Perhaps i will eat breakfast cereals.

Working Title: Spiritknife

 
I walk along a trail of light, feeling the wet growths around me in the darkness. Black naked footsteps silhouette against the phosphoresence. They know the path, and i don't worry about running into anything.

My feet know the path, but i don't. How many times have i walked it, and where does it lead to?

Analyze.

Some memory gone; assume result of hostile action. Body appears to have been functioning without consciousness for extended period of time; assume captured and given slave implant. Avoid trying to control body or alter routines. Consciousness restored; mechanism unknown. No recent surgery apparent. No assumptions.

Body status. Healthy. Nothing missing. No obvious injuries. Weight low. Hair uncut. Ate recently. Sex recently. Infrequent or minimal bathing. Naked. Muscles atrophied some. Reflexes atrophied.

So: machine operator in slave colony, possibly mining, possibly breeding, probably walking to assignment from colony. No others nearby–sparse operation, or catastrophic incident at colony. Slave implant still present but now subject to conscious override. Tracking serial number likely, possibly not monitored.

Now the scary part...mind status.

Memories...nothing immediate. Name... blank. Family... homeworld... assignment... organization... blank, wiped. Try to bypass simple wiping.

'Ex-lover'... stranger's face, no decorations, small dark body, female, right hand stirring food, left hand malformed and not being used, simple clothing, hair uncut.

'Fought with'... blank.

'Died'... died. Get away.

'Teacher'... same face. Get away.

Spiritdeath

 
The knife slides out of the angel and falls to the carpet, smouldering. The angel reaches, unsteadily. I put my arm around it and help it stumble to the recliner, light oozing from the wound and dripping on the floor and chair. The angel looks at me. I look away.

A rag from the kitchen–pick up the knife and hurry it to the sink; just add cold water. Swirling light fading, going down the drain. I use a cleaning brush and soap to get the last of it, then dry it off with the rag. I trhrow the rag and brush away so nobody will use them, then sheath the knife and leave out the back.

A cool night, gentle breeze, siren and airplane in the distance. The houses and streets around me poorly lit–fading neighborhood. The dog tries to be small and invisible as i walk past it and jump the fence.

Nanny Reamo

Did proto-nanowrimo in iwadoj and eleriah; looks like iwadoj would take 2-3 hours a day to get done, and eleriah probably more since eleriah is more likely to be fretting about plot and language and editing and other perplexing intangibilities.

That's many hours, particularly many hours which would not be available for the one zillion backlogged todolistitemsitems.

Need working spelling checker for semagic; attention known universe: yes, this is the millennium in which working universally-available spelling checkers should be a fundamental part of the operating system and all standard applications; thank you.

I poke you, each, individually, gently, in the tummy.

Nanny Reamo

Did proto-nanowrimo in iwadoj and eleriah; looks like iwadoj would take 2-3 hours a day to get done, and eleriah probably more since eleriah is more likely to be fretting about plot and language and editing and other perplexing intangibilities.

That's many hours, particularly many hours which would not be available for the one zillion backlogged todolistitemsitems.

Need working spelling checker for semagic; attention known universe: yes, this is the millennium in which working universally-available spelling checkers should be a fundamental part of the operating system and all standard applications; thank you.

I poke you, each, individually, gently, in the tummy.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!!

The meta-bored! Make some anonymous comments! Make some anonymous discussions! Make some anonymous bread, love, mess, to-do, or proclamaitiotion! All under the iron bars of a friends-only post! yES, TOSS YOUR SALMONS TO THE WIND!!!

Woe!

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