Man. Wheelchair.

Grate around area where tree was. No grate. Shallow hole.

Left wheel of wheelchair in hole.

Is he stuck?

Line of sight.

"HELLO!"

Stop. Eye contact.

"No. Not you."

Oh. Okay.

Time. Distance. His voice grows fainter.

Then louder.

"GET ME THE **** OUT OF HERE!"

Thursday evening, police barricades

Saturday morning, shredded paper

Monday evening, film crew trailers

The New York Yankees give way to Gordon Gekko.

And the lights of lower Broadway still shine.

If I make it to San Diego Comic Con any of these years, I'll look into a side trip.

Because.

Wires on the ground. Men, with electric signs? Roadwork? Ah, those were those electronic thingies that were in the huge crates this morning. Out of crates now. Wires across the road. Doesn't look like road work, though.

Huh. Wires across this side street, too. Oh, lots of people down there. That area is usually pretty well deserted this time of night.

And those are definitely lights, not signs.

More wires. Someone with a vest. He's making a call but...

"What's filming?"

"A movie."

"Oh. Do you know the title?" Sometimes they do, sometimes not. Worth a try.

"Errrr.... Sorcerer's Appendixes. With Nicolas Cage."

"Oh, cool. Are they filming on this street?"

*NYC shrug* "All over the place around here."

"Ah. Well, thank you!"

And... Ayuh. Trailers on the south side of Tillary. And on the other side of Jay, trailers on both sides of the road.

In the meantime, there's a street and no traffic.

Time to jaywalk.

I bought yarn for a shawl in... November? Alpaca, grey (natural-ish - it may actually be completely undyed). I tried knitting it. It wasn't working for me. I tried crocheting it. And got interrupted by other projects.

It's finally done. It's now pinned to foam tiles on my living room floor, looking decorative.

And completely angular.

My apartment's windows face west, but the morning sun reflects off the building across the street.

I was at my computer this morning, and noticed when I stretched that I cast shadows on the white refrigerator. Interesting shadows: with a bluish echo on the right and a sepia echo on the left.

Unfortunately, by the time I got my camera, powered it up, and set the flash to off, the light had changed just enough that I couldn't capture that effect.

But there was an orange on top of my fridge. And that led to this:

celamity tagged me for a meme. (My fault, I commented on her post.)

Task: Comment on this post and I will give you 5 subjects/things I associate you with. Then post this in your LJ and elaborate on the subjects given.

So, here are my answers...

( I got blue, dragon, yarn, books and TEUNC. )

Okay, I have a cold. Which means... If anyone comments, four out of the five topics will be "Computers, Journals, Online relationships, Memes", and I will hope to heck that I can get my braincells focused enough to offer at least one individual topic per person.

Text:
2008 QB Learning Guide
1-877-683-3280
alias (code) CDWQBPEDUSG08
$36.95 + shipping and tax

contact information here?
http://accountant.intuit.com/training_cpe/intuit_education_program/qb_educator_resources.aspx

That's usually MSG-related, and while I'm sure I've ingested MSG recently (hard to find commercially prepared sausage meat without it), I thought I was flying under the radar.

Apparently not.

Bleh.

...In recent years, I've had physicals and been weighed on 4 different scales. All the same type, though. Something like this.

And they all consistently show that I weigh 7lbs more than I do at home.

Very strange.

I posted a link to the internet archive on a forum, and my post was deleted. The admin wrote to me, explaining why:
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Think of the internet archive as an actual library. It's okay for an individual to go to a library, research, check out books, make a copy of a page or two or three for research purposes, etc. However, it's not okay to copy (page)s out of a book and then give those copies to 1,000 of your closest friends.

By posting a link to a (page) in the internet archive here, that's effectively what you're doing. We do not know why someone has chosen to remove a (page) from their site, and providing a link to it to potentially thousands of people who may view the thread is infringing upon someone's rights if they no longer want that (page) distributed where they originally had it posted.
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To which I say... Bah. If I had offered to go to the Internet Archive, download the files, and e-mail them to anyone who asked, then yes, that would have been the electronic version of the library scenario she offered.

Instead, the more accurate bricks-and-mortar-and-paper version would be that of a book that is out-of-print, and I point out to people that their local library likely has a copy, and if they don't, they can almost certainly get it through interlibrary loan, and here's the OCLC number.

And that level of censorship reminds me of the way the Powers That Be at MPOW didn't want a list of useful websites to include search engines, for fear that people would waste time on the internet. To be fair, that was in 1998, but it was a pretty darned ineffective attempt at control, even then.

Ah well. Not my forum, not my rules. Bad analogies still annoy me, though.

I buy some tealight candles from IKEA. Plain, white, metal containers. They melt the Yankee Candle Tarts/Potpourri quite nicely. I'm satisfied.

Months pass. I buy some more tealight candles. Hm. They seem to burn faster. I have the packaging for both, and they are both GLIMMA, both made in Israel, but... huh... look at that. The newer candles have a sort of well in the middle.

I pop both candles out of the holders and weigh them. 14g for the older ones, 12g for the newer ones.

Sneaky.

Months pass. I buy some more tealight candles. Hm. They look different. Ohhh... These are made in Germany. And the wax looks white rather than translucent. Still made of those tiny compressed wax pellets, though. Hm. The tins don't have those little dimply feet. Just a rim around the lower edge. Seem to work well enough, though.

Months pass. I buy some more tealight candles. Huh. These are... Wow. These are offwhite, and poured instead of pressed. Oh, and they're made in Poland. And... Huh. The bottom of the tin has four small lines pushed in. Likely forms some sort of support for the metal base of the wick.

And yet, I forget to bring in my coffee cup this morning.

...and I found a crisp five-pound note.

I think I've had this since 1997, since I can't recall being back to England since then.

Can it really have been that long ago?

The police car is stopped near the Post Office, crosswise to the traffic travelling on Tillary. It waits a few moments, then, with a warning swirl of its siren, it moves east, and parks again. Another police car appears and stops in front of the Brooklyn Bridge exit.

Another moment passes, and the cars move again. The second car is now near the Post Office.

Another moment, another movement in the procession.

And in the middle of this slow dance, the traffic signals mark the time in measured flashes of amber light.

It wasn't there. That was one of the likely places that I checked (I try not to underestimate the likelihood that I will go along with clichés just because they are so easy to remember), but it wasn't there.

Wasn't in any of the other drawers I checked, either.

And then, last evening, I looked straight down into the drawer right above my sock drawer. And there, flat against the front face... the twenty.

Which is now with the other twenty. And not in my sock drawer.

We'll, uh, see how long it takes me to lose track of both twenties.

*beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep*

*ring*

*pop*

---Ahhh.... She says that come the Resurrection, she'll return the calls of everyone who's still around for it. Until then, she's planning on staying dead.

---Ah, okay. I'll talk with her later, then. Thanks.

*click*

A week or two ago, I went to the ATM and took some money out of my account. I needed $20, more or less, so I took out a bit more so I'd be sure to have enough. Well, as luck would have it, I didn't need the cushion, and had an "extra" $20, which I decided to take out of my wallet and leave at home.

Last evening, I went to the ATM again, and withdrew some cash. Ah, I thought... I can take $20 out of what I just withdrew and leave it at home. And if I do this a few more times, I'll have my own little stash and be able to grab some cash if I need it.

(There was a minor incident a few weeks ago where I wanted to go to the ATM before going somewhere, but didn't have the time. A spare twenty in the sock drawer would have taken care of that nicely.)

I just took the twenty and went to put it with the other twenty. And I can't find the other twenty. I thought I knew where I'd put it, but... It's not there. I checked a few other likely places, and no, no twenty. So now the second twenty is where I thought I'd put the first twenty. And the first twenty is... somewhere else, apparently.

I'm not sure if I don't have the knack for squirrelling cash away, or if I've totally got the knack for it.

A department store has hung strands of small red lights that glow steadily, interspersed with random bright white lights that flash intermittently.

At a guess, this is supposed to be seasonal and festive.

But it looks like nothing so much as signals to the mothership.

( The tree outside my living room )

Yes, I'm easily amused.

sui_degeneris/... I used to be the Catalogue Card Acolyte.
sui_degeneris/... Then I became the CD-ROM Goddess.
sui_degeneris/... Now, I'm Co-Empress of Logins.
wild_joy/... hee hee
wild_joy/... we shall rule the world...or at least that part of the world that one needs to log in to to get access
sui_degeneris/... Indeed.