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January 1st, 2013
12:21 am - Winter War Index
Index of Winter War posts.
( Below the cut. )
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January 28th, 2012
02:54 am - heartfelt
Thank goodness it's the weekend.
And next week off.
Yes.
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January 27th, 2012
01:04 am - be careful around buses
Today, a friend at work passed on an assortment of fabric from a friend of hers who works at a menswear firm. Lots of cotton shirting material. In interesting shades and patterns. And braids. And cotton knit. I am a happy hoarder. I will shortly be a happy sewer.
(Will this stop me from buying more fabric in the near future? I doubt it.)
Someone from a different (but collaborating) team expressed concern at a meeting today that my team (cross-mapping) was understaffed (yes, I know) and that this might be an issue if I were to get ill or something. He's a nice guy and meant it in a generous way, and I was touched. I also feel that my team (cross-mapping) is understaffed and get worried about what would happen if I was run over by a bus. I'd better be careful around buses.
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It does not do to leave a live dragon out of your calculations, if you live near him.
-- The Hobbit, JRR Tolkien
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January 26th, 2012
01:18 am - windows with shutters inside
Thanks to some heroic work from my coworker (I definitely owe her a cookie, or equivalent) we managed to hit today's deadline. The twice-yearly release continues its remorseless progress. Grond, the Hammer of the Underworld, crawls mercilessly on . . . wait, wrong setting.
The Mark Reads discussion of the Lord of the Rings - at http://markreads.net/reviews/ - continues to be entertaining, and also rather heartwarming. I'm glad he's honestly enjoying the books so much.
Back continues to ache. I wish I knew what I was doing wrong so that I could do it right.
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"[...] I wonder now if even then Saruman was not turning to evil ways. But at any rate he used to give no trouble to his neighbours. I used to talk to him. There was a time when he was always walking about my woods. He was polite in those days, always asking my leave (at least when he met me); and always eager to listen. I told him many things that he would never have found out by himself; but he never repaid me in like kind. I cannot remember that he ever told me anything. And he got more and more like that; his face, as I remember it -- I have not seen it for many a day -- became like windows in a stone wall: windows with shutters inside."
-- Treebeard, in The Two Towers, by JRR Tolkien
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January 25th, 2012
01:15 am - cat quilt
Tiring day today, and probably another tiring day tomorrow, as there's a deadline to hit.
Finished knitting a scarf for a friend. If the emanations of whatever we're watching/thinking of while knitting got into it, then it contains the residue of several episodes worth of Criminal Minds. Interesting thought.
Here are a few photos of the cat quilt that I made for a friend's granddaughter. You may recognise some of the fabrics, ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif?v=88.8) archangelbeth . . .
Front view
Close-up
Showing a bit of the back
I must have twisted my back a bit at the weekend; it's been a bit painful the last couple of days. Must try to sleep straight tonight and not curling up.
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Remembrance of things past is not necessarily the remembrance of things as they were. -- Proust
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January 24th, 2012
12:08 am - so many things I need to do
I have next week off work.
I am looking forward to this.
Hopefully I will get stuff done. And not just be lazy.
I do have several things I'm planning on working on. Perhaps I should carefully draft out preparations and attach them to the side of the fridge with magnets, so that they can reproach me with guilt if I fail. Or if I spend too much time playing Persona on my lovely new PSP.
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"[...] This chance of the picture has supplied us with one of our most obvious missing links. We have him, Watson, we have him, and I dare swear that before to-morrow night he will be fluttering in our net as helpless as one of his own butterflies. A pin, a cork, and a card, and we add him to the Baker Street collection!" He burst into one of his rare fits of laughter as he turned away from the picture. I have not heard him laugh often, and it has always boded ill to somebody.
-- The Hound of the Baskervilles, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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January 23rd, 2012
10:32 pm - new Winter War entry from liralen!
A new Winter War chapter is up from liralen.
Ukitake: Falling
"Run, Isane," Jyuushiro croaked.
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01:52 am - chocolate daydreams
Possibly I am spending too much time on this daydream about importing a chocolate factory to a fantasy worldscape. One can vaguely rationalise the cocoa trees that have been magically adjusted to fit the local climate, but then where do you get the sugar from?
After some time with wikipedia, I conclude that the best solution might be sugar beets, again magically adjusted to produce more sucrose, together with dwarf-made extraction presses.
(The milk is comparatively easy. Just assume that it's good dairy country.)
(And give the dwarves a service contract on the chocolate factory.)
Also, note to self - parure. Don't forget.
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John: Sherlock's got a plan.
Sherlock: Yes.
Henry: Right...
Sherlock: We take you out on the moor...
Henry: Okay...
Sherlock: ... And see if anything attacks you.
John: WHAT?
-- Sherlock: The Hounds of Baskerville
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January 22nd, 2012
02:01 am - yes, I had wine with supper
The problem with reading the Drops of God manga is that, like all manga focusing on a particular subject, it leaves the reader with a sudden urge to take up that subject and run with it.
Which is why I came home from shopping with a couple of new bottles of wine, despite still having a good bottle and a half sitting in the relevant cupboard. I must take care not to become a closet alcoholic. But the next volume isn't out till March or so, so it's probably not too serious.
Must update my etsy shop. I have a new quilt and a new necklace to put up there.
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Crickets
Autumn casts herself carelessly over the earth
In a brocade of many colours,
And yet it is just now
That the crickets begin to change their cry to:
"Patch those rags, patch those rags."
I think they carry economy
Almost too far.
-- geisha song, translated by Edward Powys Mathers
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January 21st, 2012
01:22 am - relaxing
As usual, so very glad it's the weekend.
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Moon and Plum Tree
The moon and the plum tree part not
On a very clear night,
But rather lie smiling to the snow.
Not a word is said,
But the scent the plum tree cannot hold
Goes up toward the moon.
And look at the innocent whiteness
Of the plum tree.
-- geisha song, translated by Edward Powys Mathers
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