Writing exercise

I have an assignment due on Monday, a writing exercise relating to distance.

I shall now write out the exercise:

The tall grass of Eckland field hid the two children as they tried to return to the castle and its secrets. The Germans would destroy it, but in 1920 it stood.

Sarah Mikleby and her brother, Ike, waded through the chest-high grass as they tried to return to Innsborough Castle.

Sarah and Ike pushed through the deep grass.

Dry grass penetrated the childrens' clothes, making them itch and leaning against them with the weight of a field and the long years it had stood, unchallenged.

Grass. Itchy grass. Up your pants, through your shirt, and filling your lungs with the dust of ages.

Preview-ee.

Currently I'm working on another story, some of which may sound familiar to some of my readers:

Wayne sipped a Coca-cola as he waited for the guant man to finish the long walk from the Piggly-Wiggly and begin their journey. It was only 30 minutes to Centerpoint, but the ride would seem eternal with the one person in town he could not tolerate: his father.
His father entered the car and turned it on in one motion. The car had been his life since the divorce from Frannie, a woman of deep moral values and the brain of a deep-fried squirrel. Wayne didn't care for either of them and wondered if there was a way to jump ship from the family, but they were coming through for him in a pinch.
The draft had become a reality. Brian, a friend, had left to join the army, pre-empting any effort the government made to draft him. Wayne hadn't figured out how to avoid it, but he had decided to become less available.
"Can't say I approve," his father said as they drove down I-65, "but your mother says you can spend a bit of time with her folks while you figure this out. I say you should come to it on your own terms. It's not like they've called your number yet."

I'm still geeking out about it!

You may be asking yourself what, just what, could get Charlie so excited that he has to post twice in one day, even twice in a week?

This.

Phil Foglio is one of those creatures that just dominates gaming circles. His weight cannot be imagined. The man is like a Titan (1st edition rules). A behemoth (found originally in Dieties and Demigods). Where others just sit around talking about Sex in D&D, Phil is doing something about it.

Why vote for the lesser of two evils

Admittedly, my way of voting isn't for everyone. Some people like foreign policy, some people prefer domestic issues, and some people like "Ia! Ia! Cthulu ftagn!" Apocalyptic politics is, by nature, short-sighted, but if it works, everybody benefits equally!


Which means it's fair.

Recently ye olde Scratch representative (local #666) was talking to me while we waited to talk to a doctor about the possibility of Ultrason being ADD (or ADHD... whatever), and we involved said boy in the conversation:

Me (to hellspawn)): Would you let him get baptized?
Her: I would if he wanted it, which I don't believe he does?
Me: Could I get that in writing?
Her: Hey! Kiddo! Do you want to be baptized into the Mormon church?
Him (nervously): Not right now!
Her: How about coming to live with me?
Him: I... uh... mmm...
Her: Wouldn't that be fair?
Him: Well, I have lived with them (indicating me) for 9 years, so I guess you having me for next 9, would be...
Her: You can't live with me for 9.
Him: What?
Her: You'll be 18 in 6 years.
Me: 5.5, but no one's counting.
Him: I guess it would be fair.
(She smiles at me, as if she's won something)

He did stuff like that the entire time, not answering a single question directly. Everything was "not right now" or a complete redirecting of the answer. Of course, that she redirected it isn't his fault. And it wouldn't be fair to HIM. It would be fair to her.

After all, who cares about the boy?

Now that you mention it...

I'm readying myself to send an email to my ex explaining why she can't take my oldest for a year while trying not to say she's a frippin' psychopath, when my wife points me toward an activity to take my mind off:

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The first "P" is for "Personal"

I've been trying to set up a web server on one of our computers for the purpose of programming in php. I really should have done this ages ago, when I was planning on running Linux on that same machine just to see if I could do it.

Turns out that it's a little challenging to do. Eventually I'll get it right, although I'm currently working with a German tutorial and it's been ages since my conversational German was up to snuff, let alone my jargon (which always stunk).

For those of you close to me, I'll eventually get you the IP. If it becomes extremely useful to you, I'll see if I can't set up a larger and more efficient server in hopes of getting money off of it (although I don't know how, as of yet).

Old Coke

1st off, I wanna say that some of my fondest memories surround ancient shredded coconut that my brother and I found in the fridge. My mom would buy this stuff about once a year, use maybe half a cup, and then leave it for us to discover around July. By that time it was brick-like in nature and cold as the fridge, Retained temperature really well, and tasted like coconut.

Coconuts are like a health burst!