Archive for February, 2006
Locke’d and Loaded
Last night, a stray missive drifted in from the general direction of that excellent altar ego known as RageBoy.
Really quite something to get a note from someone like that who writes things like this. Did my little fanboy heart some good, it did.
23
And today is the twenty-third of February.
Such a strange feeling, this day it brings me.
Erratum
I was wrong. Locke appears to know what he is doing — even if the rest of us don’t.
Yet.
A conversation I did not have…
“Yeah, my boyfriend and I discovered that place recently. He buys all of his tea there now.”
“Oh, is he Asian?”
“Uh…”
(That’s right, kids. Tea = Asian just like Watermelon = African American and Drunk = Irish.)
The Last Green Candle
The call came today during a production meeting at work. I saw the number and recognized it, albeit vaguely. I checked my address book during the meeting and excused myself: “That was the kids’ school.”
Picking up my messages: My son, calling to tell me he had thrown up at school. Ah, vomit. Hope he made [...]
Demeter Reader
Chris Locke aims high. And misses.
Or “And missus” perhaps?
The First Mac OS X Virus?
According to the initial investigation, the application uses Spotlight to find the other applications on the infected machine and subsequently inserts a stub of code into each application executable.
For years, it seemed that the Mac audience was too small to get the attention of the hacker/virus community. I suppose it was just a matter of [...]
No Poetry
Well. I spent a fair amount of time last weekend working very hard to not feel sick, despite the sore throat, congestion, aches, pains, and fever.
Monday morning, I woke up and felt quite a lot like someone still asleep. When I was young and I didn’t feel well in the mornings, my mother would suggest [...]
“And then I wrote this.”
Spent a perfectly enjoyable evening tonight making dinner while the kids played with their websites. Then we ate that dinner. Then we sat and talked about my son’s recent scholastic milestone of sexual education (or, perhaps, sex education) and something called The Question Box in which the students put in anonymous questions which the teacher [...]
Up late…
…trying to write my way out of the Underworld, worrying about my children, fretting over work and other dramas . . . thinking of my father and mother off on vacation and ? God knows why ? rehearsing a eulogy, playing Speaker for the Dead, stupid sentimental pretentious Irish fool that I am.
And now it’s [...]
