mbarker: (BrainUnderRepair)
I wasn't able to get to LiveJournal yesterday, so I'm not sure what was going on.

Just in case anyone is expecting the daily bits of Gegege no nyobou -- they will be coming, but there may be a delay. Real life just got exciting, so I'm putting out some fires over there. Plus next week I'm traveling, so things would be delayed in any case. Don't worry, I will get them up here -- but it may take a while.

Catch y'a later.

(Hum -- and the offline program tells me that it can't connect to LiveJournal, either. So you're just gonna have to wait. If you see this, things are looking up! :-)
mbarker: (BrainUnderRepair)
What is it about changing time zones too quickly? And especially the second time in a week or so?
little stuff )
I'm hungry at the wrong times, I keep having bursts of energy followed by utter exhausted what-am-I-doing bewilderment, and I don't even have the excuse of being sick to fall back on. Still, time for Dumb Mike to fill in some forms, I guess. Tote that bale and sort papers while we wait for the biological clock to adjust itself to the external one again, I guess.
mbarker: (ISeeYou2)
One of the nice things about flying is that I see some movies. Normally I don't bother. However, while the Golden Compass had been advertised enough that I knew I might be interested, and the premise seemed promising, I found it unsatisfying.
Spoilers behind the cut . . . )
I think they undercut their own climax trying to set up for the next movie. Ending this one a bit earlier would have left me, at least, with a better impression. Let the next movie fend for itself!

I guess I'll have to see if there's a book now. The movie . . . well, I didn't watch it on the return flight.
mbarker: (Fireworks Delight)
Just a quick note about one quirk that reinforced a lesson for me on our recent trip. See, the hotel had wireless, with a large sign on the desk advertising that it was highspeed. And for the first couple of days, I suffered with it being less than highspeed. But then trying it in the conference rooms, I found that the service was actually pretty good! So I went down to the desk and asked if they could do something about service in the room.

They offered me a bridge - a gadget that plugged into the USB port and the network connection. I was dubious, but tried it. And lo and behold, the network in the room was reasonably fast that way. A bit awkward with this dongle hanging off my tiny portable, but it was only for a few days.

One lesson I drew from this - don't just suffer silently, let people know and ask for help. It's a lesson that I thought I'd learned a while ago, but I still stumble over it every now and then. Usually when I assume that there's nothing that can be done, that this is as good as it gets. And then I find out that there's a better way! Goes along with that aphorism about the squeaky wheel getting greased and so forth, I guess.
mbarker: (ISeeYou2)
During our recent trip to a conference in the US, I noticed at least two people reading books. One was perusing Mike Resnick's Purgatory, while the other was devouring something by Nora Roberts. And oddly, when they noticed that I was looking at them, both seemed intent on hiding their books.
a bit of background, but no plot . . . )
I read science fiction. Publicly and with pride. Maybe I should get pins or ribbons - or bookmarks! - made and hand them out, rewarding these people for reading in public. After all, other people talk, watch TV, listen to music (and sometimes croon along), knit, or engage in other hobbies in public.

Why shouldn't people read in public?

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