March 27th, 2008
|01:25 am - Politics...|
I conservative professor of history and international relations makes an argument for why conservatives should vote for Obama.
If more conservatives were like this guy rather than W....well...I'd be a lot more charitable towards the Republican party.
March 19th, 2008
|11:45 pm - The potential presidents as young, sexy people|
So, someone forwarded a link to an LJ community post with pictures of the folks running for president when they were young and hot. Thought I'd post it along.
March 14th, 2008
|11:25 am - Quick Post to Say...|
I love this song so much.
My shoulder still hurts a bit...but it is a lot better than before where I didn't even want to move it...and sleeping was not so easy.
Current Music: "Shame, Shame, Shame" - Shirley and Company
March 13th, 2008
|05:28 am - Keith Olbermann on Clinton/Ferraro|
It is 5:30am...I'm awake because I can't fall asleep because I jacked up my shoulder last night while sleeping. I took two aspirin and hope that they will kick in soon.
Anyway...here is a very emotional commentary about the Clinton/Ferraro hubbub by Keith Olbermann
Current Music: "Desafinado" - Charlie Byrd & Stan Getz
March 7th, 2008
|01:11 pm - Hm....|
So...Robert Downey Jr. is playing a black man in an upcoming comedy.
Commentary from the peanut gallery?
Current Music: "Kookie, Kookie (Lend Me Your Comb)" - Connie Stevens & Edd Byrnes
February 28th, 2008
|10:03 am - Campaigns I'd like to Run|
All of these are games I'd like to run--
French Resistance (using GURPS). In Paris. Gritty and paranoid.
Hard Boiled Noir (using GURPS). I'm thinking after the great crash, but before the repeal of prohibition. So 1930. Maybe Los Angeles...maybe New York.
Unknown Armies. This one is tough, because I love the cosmology and I'm intrigued by the ruleset....I'm just a bit unclear on structuring a workable campaign. But I certainly want to try.
Banestorm in Caithness. Here I'm interested in exploring rights and responsibilities and politics in a fantasy world. So having all the PCs be nobles/knights...and/or all be members of the same court. Not the generally lawless flavor of D&D.
I'm currently running Traveller. I'd like to transition that game into one where the players have complete control over where they want to go and what they want to do. It is possible that once the ship makes it to their planned destination, that could happen...all it would really take is getting rid of the NPC ship's captain. The only problem is that it seems like the party might pull completely apart due to infighting without the presence of the NPC Captain to make them play nice.
February 25th, 2008
|11:06 pm - Sleep...sleep...allergies|
This weekend I was in a house with cats...and it caught up with me today. I went to bed at 4pm and woke up at 10pm...now I'm going to get some food then turn in again.
Looking forward to Tuesday being the day of being awake and not sleepy...cuz I need work on the diss to happen.
Current Music: "Harpo's Blues" - Phoebe Snow
February 24th, 2008
|10:16 am - Feudalism to Democracy|
I got this from the LJ of evildoctorganymede on my friends list.
Turns out the Channel Island of Sark is finally going to transition to Democracy after 450 years of feudalism. Reading between the lines, it further looks like the government is only doing so because of pressure from the EU.
This further supports my idea that you can have any sort of governmental system and make it work if your population is small enough.
February 22nd, 2008
|11:13 am - Writer's Block: Who Pays the Deducitble?|
Of course! I'm the one who crashed the car, and I'm the one who was at fault. Additionally, if I could afford it, I'd pay the whole bill so their insurance wouldn't go up. If I couldn't afford to pay the whole bill at once (I am still a student), I'd try to work out some sort of payment plan.
But...this is why I don't like driving other people's cars.
February 7th, 2008
|07:37 pm - Hard Boiled Crime|
I've been procrastinating.
But my procrastination has taken the form of reading hard boiled crime novels. And my advisor approves of reading...so that's somewhat good.
The down side? Now I want to write my dissertation as if it were a hard-boiled crime novel.
The notes of the song moved like silk over skin. The singer's voice made me feel Iike I'd come home to a warm bath. But it was 1935 in Berlin and there was something in the air that was more rotten then the murder of Little Joey D'Amato a few years back. The goons running the government didn't like smooth sharps like these guys. They wanted tough palookas who they could count on to bust a few heads. Wars were coming and they wanted soldiers in a master race. These singers were masterful, they knew how to take up space on a stage...but they weren't pugs, and they weren't all Aryan supermen. They dressed too nice. Silk shirts, maybe some cologne. They'd probably had a manicure recently and every hair was in place. They were smooth alright. All the dames went for them. And why wouldn't they, they sang like angels. Guys like these were the talk of the town ten years earlier. Women would gaze at their faces lovingly as they stared back from the cover of a cheap illustrated magazine. They'd be swilling champagne in one of the many cabarets that lined the streets around the Gedächtniskirche. The shadow of the old church joining the shadows of the men in top hats and monocles and the women with page boy hair cuts and tuxedo jackets. Berlin was a kingdom of pleasure back in the 20s and these New Men and New Women were the royalty. But it was the 30s now and people who'd seen the writing on the walls had left for the streets of Paris or the glittering dream factory of Hollywood two years ago. But not these guys. These, Comedian Harmonists, as they called themselves.
I pulled out a crumpled cigarette and looked at. I didn't smoke and I didn't have any hard liquor at hand. So I just leaned back in my chair and played the song again. In English we called it "Falling in Love Again," but in German it didn't quite work out that way. I glanced over the sheet music. The notes seemed to mock me. They were holding some secret. Some secret I had to pull out into the light. There had to be something I could put on the page in a cold transcription to please the bosses who thought that only musical notation proved you were a real Musicologist. I sighed and wished I'd had a gimlet right about then. Maybe the secrets really were buried mainly in the rough husky voice of Marlene, or the smooth too knowing vocals of the band. The sounds of their vocals coming out of my computer speakers mixed with the sounds of the traffic driving by little apartment in the City of Angels. I turned a black ball point pen over in my fingers, ready to write down any answers that slapped me in the face, or even just gave me a wink. But no answers were interested in what I was selling that day. I only had five more days to come up with something on paper before I had to see the large, bearded man they called M2. He was imposing and knew more than anyone I'd met...except perhaps the Goddess...even then, I wouldn't want to bet who'd come out on top of a trivia contest. He expected 14 pages on Wednesday. And I'd better deliver. I needed to crank them out. But not tonight. And probably not tomorrow morning.
complainr needed a letter. Some senators had come around asking about her. About her character. She'd always been square with me, and I was about to be square with her. She sang for me in little cabaret, and now I was about to sing for her...but this time in the form of a letter to the Academic Senate. And I'd make it a good one.
I'd hope it was enough. But I couldn't think much about that either. I had to meet some guys about a deal.
Current Music: "The One" - Kylie Minogue