Some of you may have come here from Jenni's blog. For those who don't know me... I'm afraid I'm not a political commentary blog, like No Right Turn, nor do I focus on media or rpgs like Multi-dimensional or Gamester at large; I don't even write mind-blowing short-stories or crazy cartoons like Hitherby Dragons or Overcompensating.
I work for Weta Digital, which is pretty cool; but I generally work from about 8am until at least 6pm, which is not as great as it might be. I'm the database administrator, which makes it harder to have cool war-stories - less Liv Tyler, more FileMaker. "The time we had the outage with the main MySQL server, and switched some of the tools over to the replicas, which made them fall over because of a rogue job on the renderwall" isn't going to get anyone buying me drinks in the hopes that I'll tell them more, I fear. There is some nifty stuff that I get to see, but in general my Non-Disclosure Agreement means that I can't talk about it.
I read a fair amount, and will sometimes write about what I've read - a fair amount of fantasy, SF and crime, but with a scattering of non-fiction and general random stuff thrown in. I've gone on movie-watching binges during the recent Wellinton film festivals (80 movies in 16 days for the last one), though I may decide that I've got to rein it in now that I've bought a house. Oh yeah, and I've just bought a house - I move in on the 15th.
I run and play in the occasional RPG, though not as much as I used to; I've also read a bit about the theory and analysis of RPGs that has gone on in places like rec.games.frp.advocacy and The Forge, though the days when I had time to read the net are, sadly, long gone. People seem to enjoy playing in games I run, for what it's worth.
That's about it. I'm at a computer all day, and work for a company full of people who do the same, so there will hopefully be the occasional nugget of inter-web goodness that I can share with you; but mostly, I keep this updated so that people who know me can keep track of what I'm up to, despite my uselessness when it comes to keeping in touch.
Oh, and it'll hopefully improve my writing, or at least my writing speed. :)
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Wrote for an hour last night, and was just editing for readability when my machine overheated and rebooted. Since no-one will ever get to read it, let me assure you that it was both witty and profound, and not at all about work or house-buying. :)
But speaking of buying a house - for some reason, the Living Channel has become endlessly fascinating to me. Now, this is not a huge achievement on its part - I'm easily entranced by any movement on a screen, as flatmates and family will attest - but the sight of people wandering flea-markets in search of furniture makes me eager to pop off to the Mary Potter Hospice shop opposite the California Garden center, and start a preemptive strike on my future floorspace. Fortunately, in my mind's ear I can hear the creaking sound of a house filled to the seams with furniture by the kind of crazy old man who has ten dozen cats and bundles of newspaper that he refuses to throw away. (Note, I'm not old - well, not that old, I have no intention to ever own a cat, and New Scientist doesn't count as a newspaper. Besides, they're in stacks, not bundles. Nevertheless, I maintain that it's a valid fear.)
So... while I do have to buy a few items, such as a wardrobe, a desire not to become a Senor Cardgage of my former self should keep me in check. That, and the fact that I probably have plenty of furniture already.
Only 20 days until settlement. That's kinda cool. :)
Posted by svend at January 26, 2005 1:07 PMYou never want to own a cat?!
Are you allergic? Why would you not want a cat? They are cute, they are cuddly and they purr when you stroke them.
poor cats... you would be a nice owner. I suspect you would spoil any cat rotten!
The greatest problem with stacks of New Scientist is the tipping-over-and-trapping-you factor. That would be a terrible way to die, crushed under years worth of accumulated knowledge that *you only ever read once* but kept regardless.
Posted by: phreq at January 27, 2005 7:18 AMI *thought* that this might be a controversial statement. I respect cats, and would have no objections to having a partner that owned a cat. But cats are awkward to take with you on holiday, and while they're never likely to hog the remote, you can't introduce them to your favourite authors either.
As for myself, I do not plan to own pets of any sort - given my dubious record for keeping plants alive, this seems fairest for both me and the pet. When a flatmate attempted to get me to get a fish, I opted for plastic. We grew quite fond of Quoth in the end - my flatmate derived great enjoyment from telling vistors with a straight face that it had died, but we didn't want to remove it from the bowl in case her fish got lonely.
Unfortunately, Quoth the Plastic Fish went with the bowl, and I fear I shall see him - nevermore.
Posted by: Svend at January 27, 2005 7:29 AMMargie and I are't going to get a cat either. We like them for their cuteness and coolness and all... just not on our things.
Posted by: giffy at January 27, 2005 4:40 PMyeah dogs are more practical in terms of the holidaying thing, but they are also juicy - eyes, nose, mouth, all juicy. All shared with you. At 5 am.
... you know, not getting a pet makes a bunch of sense...
Posted by: phreq at January 27, 2005 5:33 PMAs far as pets are concerned one should also consider the advantages of having a concrete dog.
No Vet Bills – No pet food bills– No imposing on friends/neighbours or expensive boarding kennel bills when you want to go on holiday – No worrying about if you can take your dog with you when visiting places - You will always find it just where you left it - Never runs away
Ah, our old concrete dog. Never learned, "Fetch!", but a master of, "Stay!".
Though if I were getting a concrete pet, I'd probably go for a gargoyle, so as to scare evil spirits away from my cherry tomatoes. Hey, I'm going to have cherry tomatoes! Woot! :)
Posted by: Svend at January 28, 2005 11:20 AMYou could have a Feng Shui concrete dog - a mirror here, some bells there - which would fulfill pet requirements, scare away evil spirits, and also function as an attractive coffee-table.
Cherry tomatoes, ay? Better watch it, you will be cultivating the vegetable marrows next!
Posted by: phreq at January 29, 2005 10:26 AMIn fact the best solution is to just be a cat yourself like me. I eat a lot, I sleep a lot, I'm dreadfully selfish, occasionally friendly and (as Jas will tell you) I shed everywhere :)
yay you for having a house! I will miss you and your many many many many *breath* many books!
Posted by: sok at January 29, 2005 6:06 PM