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Many bits and pieces about Friday
Sat, Jul. 30th, 2005 08:48 amToo much to do today. It's a long list. I won't bore you all with it, but I'm looking forward to seeing ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
holyoutlaw and his camera today. My collections await you, sir!
Amusing Friday Evening
First, had Indian food with NiFF for dinner. He'd picked up a copy of the second season of "Starsky & Hutch" on DVD for me at a local used DVD place and presented it unto me, knowing he was feeding one of the guiltiest of my pleasures. It's good to have friends. Then I proceeded to Ballard and had a lovely evening at the home ofphilfoglio and kajafoglio. Saw quite the cast of LJers there (you know who you are), and finally properly learned a bit about poker playing (thank you, philfoglio), though rumor has it I must work on my poker face. I know that attractive people were present and that witty things were said. At the time I made mental notes so as to quote our witty selves online today; no such luck. I got home after the soiree, watched "Battlestar Galactica" and crawled up to bed, bleary-eyed but happy. The witty conversations are sadly lost to the sands of Morpheus.
Random Sales Pitch
Have I mentioned lately that more of my friends are brilliant authors than are not? Two of them were at last night's soiree and both have new books out. So, I dictate that you must buy (or at least investigate) the following two books:
—The Poo Bomb: True Tales of Parental Terror by Jeff Vogel (IronyCentral.com), a dry, cutting look at fatherhood. You'll find no smoochy descriptions of adorable baby cheeks here. What you'll find is, instead, an unvarnished look at the bewilderment, bemusement and horror that being a first-time father can truly be. Jeff's brilliant and the book is well worth the read. You will laugh; trust me.
—Dealer's Choice: The Complete Handbook of Saturday Night Poker by James Ernest (founder of Cheapass Games), Mike Selinker and Phil Foglio (creator of Studio Foglio). Okay, strictly speaking, this is a poker guide offering 200 terrific—and many original—variants of the game. It's even packaged to look like every other poker book out there. The truth is that it's very different from most of them. It's much more: it's a smart, wry commentary on Poker the Game, who to play with, what you'll need and why poker is so much fun. You will chuckle, I promise. I did. Plus, it's filled withphilfoglio's entertaining illustrations. While his is the only face I recognize clearly in his drawings, I know we're all in there somewhere, at least in aggregate. Worth your money if you play poker at all, I promise. Once you've played Frankenstein and Diablo (I'm thinking of you, kradical, terri_osborne and dochyel), you'll never go back.
Dream Journal: Brides and Kitties
I dreamed vividly last night. What did I dream? I dreamed thatrobespierrette was going to marry snarke and that I was in the wedding party. snarke stood her up at the altar. I disappeared into the ladies room in my big billowing bridesmaid gown. I examined the cocktail ring on my finger to discover that some of the diamonds in it were gone. When I came out again, snarke still hadn't showed, so we bundled the bride off home and I went back to my place. I received a phone call later that robespierrette, needing consolation, had decided to have the reception anyway; it was all paid for. As I was about to leave, the groom turned up at my door in a tux with a shopping cart. In the shopping cart was a billowing down comforter in which he'd carried two tiny kittens to my house. I was so speechless that I forgot to scold him for abandoning robespierrette at the altar.
And then I woke up.
Current Events
Thank you, Bill Frist, for finally gettin' with the program about embryonic stem cell research. It's about freakin' time. Don't worry; it doesn't make you a Democrat (we were there long before you were, but we're glad you've finally figured it out); it just proves you've got a brain after all. You lose points, however, for the exchange with John Edwards about Christopher Reeve—well, you both lose points for this—mainly because the debate distracts from the issue at hand: that we need money for stem cell research and that the President has just been wrong-wrong-wrong on this issue from the first moment he stepped in it.
Random Thought About Posting
I feel as though I've been pretty scattered in my posting lately. I don't know if this is objectively true or not. If it is, I apologize. It's a reflection of where my head has been lately, which is to say scattered to the four winds. I feel as though there's been so much going on and I've been so busy that being settled is nearly impossible. I have invitations to two events this evening, and while I want very much to attend them both, I'm actually feeling a little afraid of them both because I'm feeling rather overwhelmed. I'll figure it out one way or the other even if it means not atetnding either in order to get centered. But I also promise I'll be back down to Earth at some point soon.
holyoutlaw and his camera today. My collections await you, sir!Amusing Friday Evening
First, had Indian food with NiFF for dinner. He'd picked up a copy of the second season of "Starsky & Hutch" on DVD for me at a local used DVD place and presented it unto me, knowing he was feeding one of the guiltiest of my pleasures. It's good to have friends. Then I proceeded to Ballard and had a lovely evening at the home of
philfoglio and kajafoglio. Saw quite the cast of LJers there (you know who you are), and finally properly learned a bit about poker playing (thank you, philfoglio), though rumor has it I must work on my poker face. I know that attractive people were present and that witty things were said. At the time I made mental notes so as to quote our witty selves online today; no such luck. I got home after the soiree, watched "Battlestar Galactica" and crawled up to bed, bleary-eyed but happy. The witty conversations are sadly lost to the sands of Morpheus.Random Sales Pitch
Have I mentioned lately that more of my friends are brilliant authors than are not? Two of them were at last night's soiree and both have new books out. So, I dictate that you must buy (or at least investigate) the following two books:
—The Poo Bomb: True Tales of Parental Terror by Jeff Vogel (IronyCentral.com), a dry, cutting look at fatherhood. You'll find no smoochy descriptions of adorable baby cheeks here. What you'll find is, instead, an unvarnished look at the bewilderment, bemusement and horror that being a first-time father can truly be. Jeff's brilliant and the book is well worth the read. You will laugh; trust me.
—Dealer's Choice: The Complete Handbook of Saturday Night Poker by James Ernest (founder of Cheapass Games), Mike Selinker and Phil Foglio (creator of Studio Foglio). Okay, strictly speaking, this is a poker guide offering 200 terrific—and many original—variants of the game. It's even packaged to look like every other poker book out there. The truth is that it's very different from most of them. It's much more: it's a smart, wry commentary on Poker the Game, who to play with, what you'll need and why poker is so much fun. You will chuckle, I promise. I did. Plus, it's filled with
philfoglio's entertaining illustrations. While his is the only face I recognize clearly in his drawings, I know we're all in there somewhere, at least in aggregate. Worth your money if you play poker at all, I promise. Once you've played Frankenstein and Diablo (I'm thinking of you, kradical, terri_osborne and dochyel), you'll never go back.Dream Journal: Brides and Kitties
I dreamed vividly last night. What did I dream? I dreamed that
robespierrette was going to marry snarke and that I was in the wedding party. snarke stood her up at the altar. I disappeared into the ladies room in my big billowing bridesmaid gown. I examined the cocktail ring on my finger to discover that some of the diamonds in it were gone. When I came out again, snarke still hadn't showed, so we bundled the bride off home and I went back to my place. I received a phone call later that robespierrette, needing consolation, had decided to have the reception anyway; it was all paid for. As I was about to leave, the groom turned up at my door in a tux with a shopping cart. In the shopping cart was a billowing down comforter in which he'd carried two tiny kittens to my house. I was so speechless that I forgot to scold him for abandoning robespierrette at the altar.And then I woke up.
Current Events
Thank you, Bill Frist, for finally gettin' with the program about embryonic stem cell research. It's about freakin' time. Don't worry; it doesn't make you a Democrat (we were there long before you were, but we're glad you've finally figured it out); it just proves you've got a brain after all. You lose points, however, for the exchange with John Edwards about Christopher Reeve—well, you both lose points for this—mainly because the debate distracts from the issue at hand: that we need money for stem cell research and that the President has just been wrong-wrong-wrong on this issue from the first moment he stepped in it.
Random Thought About Posting
I feel as though I've been pretty scattered in my posting lately. I don't know if this is objectively true or not. If it is, I apologize. It's a reflection of where my head has been lately, which is to say scattered to the four winds. I feel as though there's been so much going on and I've been so busy that being settled is nearly impossible. I have invitations to two events this evening, and while I want very much to attend them both, I'm actually feeling a little afraid of them both because I'm feeling rather overwhelmed. I'll figure it out one way or the other even if it means not atetnding either in order to get centered. But I also promise I'll be back down to Earth at some point soon.