Hey comic, way to remind me I wanted to read Moby Dick this summer.

(but forgot about it, and didn't end up reading too much of anything)

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I want biking with my mom this afternoon.  We did about 12 miles, and she kept up damn well - she has to go really slow on hills, and tends to be slightly slower than me in general, but you can tell that she's got the endurance to keep a steady pace for hours.  Can a son be proud of his parents?  I guess it's silly to be proud of little things like physical feats... but she's half-way through her 50's, so it's gotta be mental too, right?

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Um... things going on... this is sort of a secret, but the Black Lips are playing a free show at 97 Estoria next Monday night.  That should be pretty crazy great.  Especially going there while recovering from whatever diseases I pick up over DragonCon weekend.  Am I excited about DragonCon?  Maybe.  I like seeing people in costume, but geek talk gets more painful to listen too every year.  (I like hearing people talk about geek stuff; the thing I don't like is the pretentious syntax and word choice fans use).

Oh!  And I've got this idea to set up a food and booze courier service during the con - I figure I'll charge a little fee for each delivery, and use my bike for transport.  The hotel's regular delivery price works out to something like $30-40 per trip, so I thought I'd go with $5 to $10.

So, what are you doing for laborday weekend?

Back from DragonCon, and I almost decided to actually clean the apartment, even my dishes, but then had a brainstorm about how to fix the power supplying bit for my modem, so I started bashing the fuck out of the back of the black blocky part that actually attaches to the electrical socket, got that open, fucked around with the boards I broke while still in phase one of fixing, then actually created a sort of orc-engineer style fix for the original problem, then encased the whole thing in ducktape, then went up to my apartment and saw the pottery rooster I acquired recently which really ties the place together, then plugged in modem and was not electrocuted, and am currently writing after spending at least an hour just catching up on what happened over the last few days.

Saw Miriam at DragonCon, would have stayed to chat but she was attached to a guy by a leash, and the guy looked anxious to go, and I believe I was encased in the ruins of my aluminum foil robot outfit at the time, which chafed like a mother fucker.

So I was walking home from DragonCon last night, carrying this huge rooster under my arms, and I pass the whores who hang out at the Lutheran church on Peachtree, and we had a good chat about the sculpture.  It would have been sureal, but I find that everyone wanted to talk about the rooster that night.  Walking through DragonCon carrying the thing lead to being identified throughout the night as "the Guy with the Nice Cock".  Hah.  At least funnier than the bastards who told Stu and I to stay away from microwaves, or asked if our costumes were hot.

Speaking of costumes, the fight we had scripted involved Stu throwing me twice, and I'm a bit bruised from all the practice we did before the Masquerade.

Wandering from party to party was fun, better than last year.  Hung out with this group called "The Booze-Pack" for a bit - many carried Camel-Backs filled with booze.  Awesome.

And I still don't know how to deal with people who flirt with me.  The one time I actually stuck around and acted charming and blah blah blah, I ended up on the roof with this goth girl and her friend, ellipses signifying random groping, then got freaked out as I realized how strangely dirty these girls were.  I mean, I don't really have a word for it because the proper word would involve pages of writing and backstory, but it just wasn't my kind of thing, or something.  So I sorted of scampered, which is what led me to finding that rooster in the first place, as well as several secret places, and I think that's much better than a quasi-threesome on the hotel roof followed by a few weeks of worrying about what diseases I gained that night.  Anyway, they were in their mid-to-late twenties, if that gives you some inkling.

EDIT:  And the room I used was a few doors down from El Library Fairy, but I didn't really hang with her crowd because a certain someone who Zack knows of was there, and I'm really afraid of her - not the person who I was avoiding, but the Library Fairy.  I mean, seriously.  I'm not sure why.  She seems like a very nice lady, but I'm pretty sure she would punch me in my eyes if I said the wrong thing, and I don't know what the right or wrong thing is, and I'm almost entirely sure she realizes how much she terrifies me, so I really don't have a solution to the whole thing.

EDIT 2:  Also, why don't all our school computers have Firefox?  Are we retarded?

EDIT 3:  And the new moniters - really really horrible pieces of shit.  I often write papers on the school computers, helps me concentrate.  Ideal settings for a moniter used for paper writing:  resolution between 1024 and 1268 (I use 1152), refresh rate set to at least 85, and color setting at least 32bit.  Our moniters are set to 1268 (quite nice, actually), refresh rate at 65, and color set to 24bit.  For those following along at home, movies and cartoons are general created at 60 frames per second.  This is close to the minimum of what an eye needs to view a movie as actually being continous, as opposed to a series of pictures.  I believe the minimum is 40, but 60 is really the perfect number.  If you spend hours watching a computer moniter, your eyes become tired as your back brain notices irregularities in the object you are viewing.  The higher your moniter's refresh rate, the less frequently the irregularities occur.  So, high refresh rate = happy Ben.