This was in response to a thread about terraforming, which I will concede will be a hell of a lot harder to do than it’s usually portrayed in science fiction. But it’s not actually impossible. Speaking of impossible…
Category: Not-politics
Hopefully things will get back to normal now.
I’m getting back to normal, solely but surely. I’m at the coughing stage, and that may last for a while. It’d be great if it wasn’t too long, though. I have one heck of a wordcount debt to dig myself out from under.
Tweet of the Day, I Am Actually Surprised edition.
I should have something snarky to say, here: but while I am feeling a good deal better, I’m not really back yet. Assume I came up with something witty.
Via @iowahawkblog.
Today was better.
More or less, mostly more. Been sleeping a lot. I figure tomorrow will be much less miserable, and Monday I’ll be generally functional. Right now I just want to watch and read things and not think too hard.
Colds suck.
Tweet of the Day, Mike Tyson Unironically Does A Philosophy edition.
Via Hot Air. Mind you, I don’t really agree with that philosophy, but Mike Tyson has one, it is self-consistent, and many other people have it. It weirded out the kid a little, sure, but not in a creepy way and they gotta learn about this stuff sometime.
I still have the plague!
Man, but I did not miss catching colds. This absolutely sucks, especially since this is the first time in years that we’ve gotten hit like this. Which is probably why we’ve all been so miserable around the house here, and now it’s my turn.
Alas, I expect I’ll be out for the weekend, at this rate. Certainly I’ve had to cancel a minor SCA vending activity tomorrow, although that was more ‘get out of the house’ than ‘sell books.’ Oh, well. Back to the fluids and Dayquil.
Guess who finally caught the Plague?
Which is probably for the best. Everybody else in the house has gotten over or is getting this cold, so I can safely suffer in peace and quiet for a couple of days. It’s plenty of fluids and decongestants for me!
“Remember, remember, the Twelfth of November…
Remember, remember,
The Twelfth of November,
the day a whale reached for the stars;
They thought they had reason
To explode a cetacean
And have it rain down on the cars.
November 12, 1970. One of the greatest days in Oregonian history. And all on film!
Hopefully, this week will go back to normal.
For given values of ‘normal.’ Everybody’s better or getting better, I don’t think I need to watch any more beach movies, and I plan to go get some sleep Real Soon Now. Hopefully that’ll get me nice and fresh for the morning’s writing.
Geez, what a week that was.
Tweet of the Day, ‘MERICA edition.
Nothing but love for my British readers, mind you. But this question has been resolved.