Vegetables are your friends

A couple weeks ago, a conversation put it into my head to see what it would be like to go without meat for a while. I wanted to 1. See if it affected the way I felt (some of you know of my digestive peculiarities) and 2. Just see if I could do it.

Surprisingly, I found that I could go without meat cold turkey (I swear I did not intend that) and had no cravings or anything of the kind. In fact, when preparing some chicken soup for a friend, I felt simultaneously drawn and repelled by the meat.

It’s been over two weeks now, and I don’t feel anything other than inconvenience when I have to eat out somewhere. I don’t feel better or worse, so it seems like a zero net change. I’m going to give it a few more weeks.

By the way, Amy’s American-style soy burgers are fantastic.

Whedon vs. Ellis

This is fantastic: two of my favorite writers are having a verbal battle of wits over on Warren Ellis’ blog.

MySpace Musing #89

It is astonishing how many fake/pornbot profiles have tons of friends on MySpace. What are those people thinking? Do they really believe the person is real? Of course she isn’t “hitting you back,” idiot, she’s a MySpace idoru. I’m tempted to start a page of fake profiles, detailing the glaringly obvious clues that indicate the person isn’t real. But who am I to strip people of their illusions?

Temporary fix

I’ve got the broken archives patched until I can get an official fix. They are a little clunky, but hey, at least you can read them.

A busy kingdom

It seems like there’s a flurry of activity in every facet of my life. If I were ruler of some mystical kingdom just beyond the Scintillating Sea, I might take a survey of my domain. I would discover the palace architects busy with a strange House that kept changing appearance and dimensions. The money counters are wringing their hands, suggesting we tax the peasants more, raid several neighboring kingdoms for gold, or at least beseech those that tread in heavenly realms for a boon. The royal chef is preparing strange foreign meals for the king’s whimsical diet. The High Dreamers awake daily to record detailed accounts of their journeys through the sliding seafoam beaches of silver worlds. New orders arrive regularly for the court artists, requests for portraits and windows that burn with cryptic sigils. The ambassador entertains queens visiting from faraway realms while the jester dances with the cats. The king stands in his empty bedchamber and stares out across the landscape, imagining a quiet cottage on a hill where none of the clocks work.

$13k

So I’m looking at about $13,000 to get 1000 units of House of Whack published. And it will take 3-4 months to print. Still waiting for another quote, but this gives me a good idea. I’ll also look into assembling the games myself with parts of the game supplied by different vendors. Might be cheaper, but then I’d have to assemble all the components for every game. Ack.

Men: 3 Women: 6,873,044

Had one of those conversations last night which reaffirmed my theory that women are actually an ancient and wise race who conquered the planet long ago only to have their power usurped by an ad hoc uprising of male football watchers who tricked them with flowers and chocolate.

Fnord

I was just washing my hands and I noticed that the soap pump was labelled “Antibacterial Nano Foam.” I thought that was pretty hip until I glanced back and it now just read “Antibacterial Hand Soap.” Ah well.

Not so Doomed

I usually need about a day to go through a sort of token ritual of panic. Somehow I am not all that concerned. Things have a way of working out if you are open to them. I am reminded of the story of the three men busy playing cards when someone runs up to announce that the world is coming to an end. The first man says “Oh no! I will run home and hide!” The second says, “I will spend all my money on women and spirits.” The third lays down a card and says, “I will finish the game.”

I will finish the game.

Doomed

I just lost my main client and the monthly salary that pays a majority of my bills. I’m still in shock. All of my big plans for this year kind of depended on having enough income to live on. Now I’ll be back to scrabbling for jobs just to survive each month.