Thursday, September 27, 2007
Monday, September 24, 2007
Saturday, September 15, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Daily Drew (sick to my stomach edition)
She's making out with the Apple Guy.
Darnit, I'm the Apple Guy!
Darnit, I'm the Apple Guy!
Saturday, September 08, 2007
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Justice Denied in Massachusetts (1927)
Edna St. Vincent Millay, Justice Denied in Massachusetts (1927)
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home
And sit in the sitting-room.
Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under the cloud?
Sour to the fruitful seed
Is the cold earth under this cloud,
Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot conquer;
We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them.
Let us go home, and sit in the sitting-room.
Not in our day
Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before,
Beneficent upon us
Out of the glittering bay,
And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea
Moving the blades of corn
With a peaceful sound.
Forlorn, forlorn,
Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow.
And the petals drop to the ground,
Leaving the tree unfruited.
The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted -
We shall not feel it again.
We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.
What from the splendid dead
We have inherited -
Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued -
See now the slug and the mildew plunder.
Evil does not overwhelm
The larkspur and the corn;
We have seen them go under.
Let us sit here, sit still,
Here in the sitting-room until we die;
At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go;
Leaving to our children's children this beautiful doorway,
And this elm,
And a blighted earth to till
With a broken hoe.
Let us abandon then our gardens and go home
And sit in the sitting-room.
Shall the larkspur blossom or the corn grow under the cloud?
Sour to the fruitful seed
Is the cold earth under this cloud,
Fostering quack and weed, we have marched upon but cannot conquer;
We have bent the blades of our hoes against the stalks of them.
Let us go home, and sit in the sitting-room.
Not in our day
Shall the cloud go over and the sun rise as before,
Beneficent upon us
Out of the glittering bay,
And the warm winds be blown inward from the sea
Moving the blades of corn
With a peaceful sound.
Forlorn, forlorn,
Stands the blue hay-rack by the empty mow.
And the petals drop to the ground,
Leaving the tree unfruited.
The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted -
We shall not feel it again.
We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.
What from the splendid dead
We have inherited -
Furrows sweet to the grain, and the weed subdued -
See now the slug and the mildew plunder.
Evil does not overwhelm
The larkspur and the corn;
We have seen them go under.
Let us sit here, sit still,
Here in the sitting-room until we die;
At the step of Death on the walk, rise and go;
Leaving to our children's children this beautiful doorway,
And this elm,
And a blighted earth to till
With a broken hoe.
Monday, September 03, 2007
Labor dabor
(What the heck is that from?)
Ok, time to get back at this thing. New database at work installed at the same time we were doing new wiring. Lovely idea, managed to mostly pull it off though. The database seems to work and the staff mostly get how to do things, so that's nice. The extra cabling is useful. We got to put drops in some places that were formerly wireless only. Gives me a few more options on what goes where computer wise.
I've been playing Tiger '07 on Xbox Live. Played with some Brit the other night. Don't remember his gamertag but his name was Cecil. So Cecil from Brighton, big ups. He beat me by a couple skins, but he was good company. Completely pissed (in the Brit jargon, Carlsburg Export!) and hilarious. Had me laughing hard enough that it was tough to beat a 40 second shot clock. 35 seconds of laughing, and "Oh crap hit the ball."
That's from Strong Bad, isn't it? Puppets, eh?
I wonder who's on Tiger '07 at 3:45 in the morning.
Ok, time to get back at this thing. New database at work installed at the same time we were doing new wiring. Lovely idea, managed to mostly pull it off though. The database seems to work and the staff mostly get how to do things, so that's nice. The extra cabling is useful. We got to put drops in some places that were formerly wireless only. Gives me a few more options on what goes where computer wise.
I've been playing Tiger '07 on Xbox Live. Played with some Brit the other night. Don't remember his gamertag but his name was Cecil. So Cecil from Brighton, big ups. He beat me by a couple skins, but he was good company. Completely pissed (in the Brit jargon, Carlsburg Export!) and hilarious. Had me laughing hard enough that it was tough to beat a 40 second shot clock. 35 seconds of laughing, and "Oh crap hit the ball."
That's from Strong Bad, isn't it? Puppets, eh?
I wonder who's on Tiger '07 at 3:45 in the morning.
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