Sunday, March 3, 2013

Tying together parallel timelines/bots

I've been writing several stories. Mostly they aren't good, but the pieces in them I like keep me from throwing them away. There is something about my sense of humor coming into play when danger is near... From Cat:
"The ledge narrowed as if ending. Even with the wind at my back, I could smell something evil ahead. It smelled of road kill, and there was no highway within sight. I brought my sharpened stake out in front and moved slowly forward,..."

 Some of the longer ones seem to be winding down. Cat has its ending dropping in. The main big parts left is the death of Eagle, the elevation of the evil Shaman, and tying in BigSloth with the rest of the corpus.

Betty of the Scots needs several big pieces added. Peter and his boss BigSloth are to meet somewhere near the end and then Stage needs to be tied in after I figure where it is going. The Yellow Roadster is waiting for J. Rawlings and it needs a final chunk about J. Rawlings getting into football to transition. Maybe two chunks. I could have a story, Rte. 66 by itself instead of tagging it on the beginning of J. Rawlings.

Tammy & Lee, describing the beginning of the bots need to be tied in with the beginning of the parallels jumping in DragonWorld, but that means that I'll need to start a new corpus for the parallel and fantasy. That should be easily done by OutWorld. I'll need to rename DragonWorld...So far it hasn't any fantasy elements. Should Joe Smith be the janitor in that? Where should I take this? He'll have a choice of twenty-four worlds. Should I have him go to them all?

Van should also be in this corpus, but who is "I"?

Svenland would seem to belong to this corpus, but the Hunebedden won't let it. I'll let my subconscious push it on. Some of the other elements are fantasy already.

Final documentation

My dad is currently signing some sort of legal document. There are people around to witness. I wasn't asked, of course, and I wonder what the document is about. My dad seems to be alert right at the moment, but shouldn't be for long. Beverly says that she would give him a week if he didn't eat, but he ate about a handful of pudding yesterday, so that will give him some strength to sign.
Currently, I'm told, he has no strength left in his legs and Beverly thinks it is due to a lack of eating because he sees no point in fighting. My mother keeps trying to get him to eat, but I, for one, will let him go to his rest.

Come back?

I really ought to start working on this blog again.
1. to get my thoughts straightened out about where I am.
2. to direct my attention inwardly instead of outwardly.
  The problem with the outward is that I don't usually have anyone to talk to. This blog, at least, will give me a chance to express myself and potentially will have the additional advantage of an occasional comment from the real world.

The main problem with this is that I'm unable to write a short bit and go on. Too many hoops to jump to do that. I either need to write offline and transfer or waste time. Not good.

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Take five Давид

My name in Russia would be Давид. Cool.

Jog/walked past a dead end street that I usually ignore, but this time saw that there was another sign underneath. Was it new? It looked new, but maybe I was just missed it before. This time I saw it and it informed me, "5 mph."
That cannot be well thought out. I easily can run in spurts faster than that. OTOH, I don't know of any car speedometer that can read that low. A friend who was a motorcyclist complained about a speed limit higher than that because it was impossible to keep his balance.

Yesterday I got in quite a conversation with my wife using text-to-computer and computer-to-text. It was a small discussion moving some furniture around that is probably run-of-the-mill to most people, but pretty miraculous for this deaf guy. Usually, when she's on a trip she might as well be dead.

Walked to Ace for the speed nuts and left disgusted. The man that "helped" me basically got in my way. I told him what I wanted, a 1/4" speed nut and showed him a 1/2" one to make sure he understood. He laid a 1/2" clip on type on the counter. I showed him the speed nut again and repeated my request. He put down a speed nut. Using my trusty pocket measuring tape, I showed him it was 1/2" and repeated my request. The same happened again with a 3/8" speed nut. I figured he would then produce a 1/4" one. I was wrong. He laid a 1/2" one down. I left.
Quite obviously there was a communication breakdown, but where?

Just before arriving to Ace, I went past a person I think was an old schoolmate. He had a hollow-eye and very sad expression on his face. I walked past without saying anything, of course. Conversation is prohibited.

Saturday, June 16, 2012

Ho, hoe, hoe

I am almost done with my clean-up near the chain-link fence around the edge of the property. I saw some sprouts on what I had already done yesterday and this morning hoed them down. In doing so, I unearthed tangles of roots, stems, and leaves that I had buried earlier. Removing the bulk of them, I smoothed the soil again and continued around the rest of the fence. There are still areas where the debris still needs to be removed, but this is the first time I went around the perimeter completely. It didn't take that much time, and when I mow later I will not need to approach the fence.

That is the main problem with chain-link -- the weeds are nearly impossible to control unless one uses herbicides. Using weed-whackers isn't feasible because the plastic line wraps itself up on the fence and breaks off quickly. There still is a place for herbicides -- one neighbor isn't good at keeping his yard.

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

An even shorter run.

Found a pair of forceps and then a pin to remove something from the vent of Beverly's Dell. Looked like tape, but then it flew off of the forceps and I didn't try to track it down. I noted down what the F8 menu is like in the work laptop and hope that it remains the same on Beverly's. I'll try that later.

Dry caulk. I got done around the inside of the outside door frame. But then I checked the inside of the door frame and see that I should do that first.

Beverly and I went to the Baptist church around the corner for their meeting. The book my parent's pastor was teaching was of the health/wealth genre which is one that Beverly has a weakness for. Mainly, however, because she was no longer going to a woman's only group and I dislike monologues, I decided the informal teaching format at the Baptists was better. Their subject was on the Moslem belief.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Short run this morning. I'm going to try short frequent runs for a while.

Messed a lot with the dehumidifier hose because it leaked. Finally Beverly found that it was cracked at the connection. My dad sprayed it with crack sealer and we hope it will provide good service.

Started sealing the boards around the basement door. I am using an old tube up so I just started and stopped. If it looks dry, I'll finish it.

Sunday, June 10, 2012


A Goldfinch couple just visited the backyard sunflower. I didn't know that it was ready to eat, but the two seemed to enjoy the food anyway. They probably know more about their needs than I would ever know.


Been semibusy.
Mainly my time has been "wasted" reading the comment section of The comments range from beastly to profound, depending on the article and it gives me somewhat an idea of the way people think or not think. I probably should be looking a other things more now.

I've been busy digging, hoeing, a cleaning up the dead plants from that. I'm pretty much finished and will be able to hoe around the house every week. Mowing will be much easier when I don't have to see how close to the fence I must get.
Fixed a small hoe my mother said was made by her father. I'm not sure -- it looks manufactured -- whatever, it will be of some use.

I've extended my running, but have also gotten spotty. I decided this morning that it would be better if I cut back on distance for now and concentrated on being out every morning.

I brought my vise here yesterday and am now experimenting on butternut cracking. Hard to do with a hammer.

For some reason yesterday the Belkin USB wireless network connector CD started working, so now I'm outside with my laptop writing this. Good to know that I can, though I'm not sure if I want to in the heat of the day. Still, it is useful to know I can do it when I want.

Friday Beverly and I went around on several errands. One was to order new lopper blades at Ace for their extension lopper. Should be in Monday, they say, and I've several other purchases as well. Hoping to caulk around the basement door to make it more difficult for the things to have a staging area before sneaking in.

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

Nitro Tornadoes

I lived for a long time in the midwest and hadn't seen a tornado, though I saw the sky boil just prior to the Joplin disaster. However, that didn't mean that there wasn't any stress when they were forecasted -- at least until I checked out the real conditions. Rarely did they touch where I lived.

Here in Nitro, I don't have much of a worry about the things. Oh, there is always a possibility of anything, but the chances of a tornado here is so slim I'm not at all worried. I'm more worried about the weather forecasts becoming deadly.

The topology is all wrong. Tornadoes usually come from the southwest and go to the northeast. It is conceivable that one can come down the huge Teays Valley, but it will be north of us. It is conceivable that a tornado will turn south, but that rare instance is normally southeast, not due south.

It is also conceivable that a tornado will touch down in St. Albans just to our southwest, but then it will have to stay together as it approaches the steep hillside to our east. The turbulence would probably kill it.

Yeah, it is possible for a tornado to hit Nitro, but so is winning big in a lottery.