October 20th, 2008

Whale fluke

Here's hoping your birthday was happy, smwance!

Belated birthday blatherings belting-out for Scott Wance, a.k.a. smwance:

Yesterday 'twas the birthday of Scott M. Wance.
Doesn't his birthday mean he deserves a manse?

Mmmmm, not quite right. Starting again:

The geek-fu is strong with this one.
Food-fu, too.
The voodoo that he, uh, do's should make someone "woo hoo!"

Shoot, I'm having trouble this morning. Might have to add to this later. 'Til then, happy birthday, smwance!
Good Omens

The Revision King

NOW I get it. I know more now. All that.

While shopping this weekend, I went to the Hawthorne Blvd. Powell's and found, for surprisingly cheap, a Book Club edition of the original text of Stephen King's The Stand. And by original, I mean original-original.

Of course, King rather famously expanded and revised his 1978 book for its rerelease in 1990, updating it to take place in that year. What I hadn't known was that he'd revised it before. Earlier this year I stumbled upon a 1988 paperback copy of it (at another Powell's, by the way, the one in Beaverton) and noted that the epidemic that kicks off this epic happens in summer 1985. But I'd already heard plenty of people refer to the original taking place in 1980, so I was confused. Turned out that King had revised it slightly in 1980, as I could've guessed from that paperback having the two copyright dates of '78 and '80. It means, though, that there's still disco on the radio in 1985. King didn't quite see the future on that one.

(I'm all about the revised King lately. Here's my post about the original-versus-revised versions of the first book of The Dark Tower.)

I have to buy cheaply right now (all that time this year earning zero dollars an hour), so I'm so glad the Book Club Edition copy was cheap. It was $11. I once saw a first edition Stand hardcover, at the original downtown Powell's (this is a pimpin'-Powell's-post, isn't it?), for $100.
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My mind's not work-safe.

Home for lunch (I cooked rice; I like being able to cook my lunch)...

I'm still figuring out what I can joke about in my current office. (I'll stop being coy about where I'm temping: it's the main TriMet office, near my home.) A lot of my thoughts make me inwardly laugh and outwardly smile, after which I'll think Okay, better not say that.

I am managing to make jokes with the permanent workers. They're a thoughtful, friendly bunch. And they're NOT MEAN, unlike several of the people in my last office. So I don't feel the need to retreat into my headphones. I want to engage them! I want to amuse them. So that's a goal.

Good thing my thoughts don't have to be work-safe.

(Further Edit: And out-of-context thoughts, too; I'd better not say them, like this afternoon when I found myself mentally quoting Red Dawn. "Avenge me! Avennnnnnge meeeeee!")

Birthday words for inkygrrl

A Tatted Life

Make a mark on you; make a mark on life.
Add more tats to your body; add more cats to your home.
Show your Self, show your love, share your aura and warmth
When you hug s00j and others who you find as you roam.
Find a bliss, find more love, find still more of your joy
Within and without, from your thoughts to tattoos;
It’s a forever-touch, each needle-made mark
As I hope you stay touched by the love earned by you.

I hope for the best, from your birthday on out.