Yep, the pollen count is high in San Antonio today and, according to the forecast, it’s going to get steadily worse over the next several days. Sunday and Monday are supposed to be extremely high pollen count days for us.
On the one hand, I’m glad I’ve stocked up on allergy meds. I’m going to be dosing like crazy on that stuff for awhile. On the other hand, the zombiefication that comes as a side effect of that stuff is no fun at all. Still, that’s better than not taking the meds and being sick with the allergies.
Honestly though, given the health woes that some of my friends have been and/or are dealing with now, I probably ought to be thankful that these allergies are the only things bothering me at the moment.
After having looked at all the commercial products, both web-based and and those designed for the desktop, the expensive and the free, the software intended for Microsoft users and those intended for Linux users, I’ve finally come to the conclusion the the best way for me to organize my comic book collection is to use a text editor (Bluefish is my tool of choice here) and maintain an ordered list of: the titles I have in each box, a simple text file for each individual comic book or volume of manga in my library, and the monthly pull-lists I submit to my LCS.
Seen in the screenshot above is one such text file and the simple directory structure for my collection that I keep on the hard drive of my Debian laptop, and synched to a thumb drive. Soon I’ll begin synching this to the cloud, too.
Given the thousands upon thousands of comics in my library, and the rate at which I’m continuing to add to my collection, this is a project that will probably take me… well, forever. 😀
last night’s sleep and dreams – 29 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YXmAAb8EnJLmWoigo1BJzDKuQEVmu4t7cKb6AYq7ZAI/edit
The Sandman treated me well again last night, bringing me an 8-hour sleep from 21:00 to 05:00. And that dream contained two dreams.
I had traveled to London in the first dream, and was visiting friends. They were a bit surprised at how much I prefered walking from place to place rather than using any other mode of transportation.
Surprises were in order in the night’s second dream, too. I’d been requested to take pictures at an event held in a popular restaurant. When I arrived on site the only camera I had with me was an old-fashioned Polaroid Instant camera.
last night’s sleep and dreams – Tuesday, 28 August 2012 – https://docs.google.com/document/d/1K1LW5w0ltBk0sllDr7IE7un8zWnLjyifVcSwwXGooiY/edit
After a short string of nights with short sleeps and barely remembered dreams, the Sandman finally brought me a good, long sleep. And this sleep (7.5 hours, from 21:30 to 05:00) contained a pair of dreams.
The two dreams that came last night featured two different women. Both these women bore striking resemblance to different women I’ve known in real life.
With an unidentified friend, I was being pursued by unidentified forces. I led us into the basement of a big building where a clandestine, high-stakes poker game was being played. A woman I hadn’t (and haven’t) seen in years was also in the basement. She led us out through a stairway guarded by police, took us to an apartment she shared with several others, and let us hide there for awhile. “Oh, by the way,” she told me with a little laugh, “I’ve got a bag of your clothes in here somewhere.”
The woman in the second dream wasn’t so helpful. Actually, she brought trouble down on both of us. In an outdoor parking lot she and I were exiting my car when we were accosted by four men, guys who apparently knew her and were involved with her in some unidentified way. They threatened her and, when I stepped to her defense, they threatened me, too. The confrontation quickly became physical. One tall guy wearing an “Afro” haircut and a purple t-shirt and I started trading shoves and punches. When the other three began circling, I retrieved a shotgun from my car and began shooting. That woman, she was no help at all.
Poor, dumb Oscar. He didn’t have a clue as to what was happening until the bitter end. He didn’t know that the woman he thought was his wife had become someone, something else. The ageless, body-hopping Blood Red Queen of Hearts had long ago hollowed out his wife’s soul and had taken possession of her body. She finally stole Oscar’s heart away,… and there was nothing even remotely romantic involved.
From Pantha #3, the comic book written by Brandon Jerwa, with artwork by Pow Podrix, and recently published by Dynamite Entertainment.
Playing week 500 of the popular, long-running, word association meme. 🙂
I say :: … and you think.
- Call :: … Center
- Instinct :: … animal
- Toffee :: … treat
- Cleaner :: … window
- Gut :: … reaction
- Leveled :: … made even
- Discover :: … learn, reveal
- Together :: … apart
- Attack :: … defend
- String :: … bean
This server-based Fischer Random correspondence chess game began in mid-June and ended two days ago when my opponent playing the Black pieces resigned on his 46th move, giving me the win with White. He was right to do so. It was only a matter of time before my army of Rook and four pawns whittled away his smaller army of Knight and two pawns and forced a checkmate.
The opening board we were assigned, our complete move record, and position of pieces at game’s end:
1.g4 Nd6 2.f4 Nc4 3.Nf3 f5 4.d3 Na3+ 5.bxa3 e5 6.Nxe5 Be6 7.Bd5 Qd6 8.Bxe6 dxe6 9.Nc4 Qd7 10.Nc3 g6 11.Kb2 c5 12.Rd1 Bxc3+ 13.Kxc3 b5 14.Nb2 Qg7+ 15.Kb3 c4+ 16.dxc4 bxc4+ 17.Nxc4 a5 18.Bd4 a4+ 19.Kc3 Rxc4+ 20.Kxc4 Qc7+ 21.Kd3 Ra6 22.Rab1+ Kc8 23.Rb4 Kd7 24.Qf2 Nc6 25.Rc4 Qd6 26.c3 Ra5 27.Kc2 Ke8 28.Bb6 Rd5 29.Rd3 Qxa3 30.Rxd5 Qxa2+ 31.Kd3 Qb1+ 32.Ke3 Qxb6+ 33.Kf3 Qb7 34.Rxa4 exd5 35.gxf5 gxf5 36.Qh4 d4 37.Qh5+ Qf7 38.Qxf7+ Kxf7 39.cxd4 h5 40.Rc4 Ne7 41.Rc7 Ke6 42.e3 Nd5 43.Rh7 Nf6 44.Rh6 Kf7 45.Rh8 Kg7 46.Rc8