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Posted on 08/07/2007 7:52:15 AM PDT by HairOfTheDog
Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!
Sing hey! for the bath at close of day
That washes the weary mud away!
A loon is he that will not sing:
O! Water Hot is anoble thing!
O! Sweet is the sound of falling rain.
and the brook that leaps from hill to plain;
but better than rain or rippling streams
is Water Hot that smokes and steams.
O! Water cold we may pour at need
down a thirsty throat and be glad indeed;
but better is Beer, if drink we lack,
and Water Hot poured down the back.
O! Water is fair that leaps on high
in a fountain white beneath the sky;
but never did fountain sound so sweet
as splashing Hot Water with my feet!
Sigh.
And I’ve just been meaning to get around to that computer. Bah.
Er...the burnt smell isn’t quite the one I mean...that one I can’t tolerate at all.
Having been stationed overseas, on a base where we had both 220 and 110 V available, and people who didn’t always understand the concept of switching the voltage on the back of the PC (me included a few times), I’m *quite* familiar with that smell. And the sound that can go with its initial production.
Ack. That’ll get your heart going!
Yeah, but I know what you mean, that sort of ionized air smell that big old high voltage stuff use to make. Don’t seem to smell it from most things these days.
It is sitting there open, just look in and order a new supply of that side from new egg. If that does not fix it we will need to get a new mainboard (and more or less update the whole thing).
er, I mean size (and type), not side.
So after a lot of recent thumb twiddling at work I have figured out something I need to take care of but need info from someone else to do. Gah! From one type of waiting around to another.
And, should I?
Are you 'at the house' now, or could you stop by the grocery store after work and get something a little more, um, appropriate to mix with the bourbon?
I have similar problems with a lot of moral issues. There’s a fine line between what’s necessary for the narrative and what’s territory I just don’t want to visit. And I’m never quite sure how much language I should allow my characters to use. I mean...if I’m not trying to pass them off as good, then is it OK to have them say / do things I really, really wouldn’t be involved with?
Yeah, like I was sayin’ the other day, I just don’t want that to become the focus. I’m afraid that in the rush to get words on the page, that it will be too easy to write.
I try not to use language in my stories that I wouldn’t need in real life. It seems to me that writing curses is the same as using them. But describing characters’ actions isn’t the same as doing them. So I can have evil, lying, promiscous characters but when they swear I do it “off page” mostly. Maybe it’s a stupid way of handling things. But really upstanding moral characters are boring. It’s hard to write stories about them. Whereas unwed mothers, cat burglars, and semi-repentant assassins are way more fun.
Corin, I think that word would just be so distracting...
I’m more bothered by writing immorality than writing language. Which is why I wonder if I’m really gonna make it with my story. It’s kind of about redemption and justice, and bad is never shown as good, but even so...
Hey, as long as you redeem ‘em, and it’s mostly the bad guys who are bad...
I usually let my good guys be bad for a while and then reform them. It’s more fun that way. Gives them lots of angst.
It depends on whether you’re planning to run for Senate or not.
Right. So, I’m back. Couple days without internet turned out to be a bad thing, I got hit with a ton of bricks: new inspiration for a new potential story. Right in the middle of my meeting no less. LOL. So I jotted down some notes. I just don’t want to change horses this close to November. Urgh.
What’s it?
But that’s the spirit of NaNo...
The 2005 story essentially blows up the world (or more like hits the big reset button) and puts in place a basic mechanism for what appears to be magic but is really just nanotechnology.
But the best part was the outbound flight to Charlotte. The gate area was full of young men, late teens, very athletic looking. My first impression was that they were a sports team traveling somewhere to do sports-type stuff. Bad assumption. First off, they were quiet. None of the typical teenage mayhem: punching, punking, clowning, etc. Nope. They were definately reserved. The second clue was that they were pretty clean cut. No facial fuzz, no shaggy-mop hair. The third was how little they had with them. A typical group of teenagers will have at least one carrying a pillow, another will have a bag that spilleth crap all over. A couple of these guys had small daypacks, but most just hand-carried their stuff. The last clue was the stuff itself: large yellow envelopes, full of papers. It wasn't until we were deplaning in SC that I got a look at what was written on the exterior of one of the envelopes:
Parris Island, SC.
The plane was full of recruits. My heart got all swelled up and my eyes a little misty. I said a little prayer in my heart for these young men of unusual quality, soon to be Marines, and thought about the other Marines I know. God bless you all.
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