January 22nd, 2005



On Wednesdays, usually what I do if I don't have other errands in Seattle, is leave work at half past three, so as to avoid commuter traffic on the 520 bridge (to my non-Seattle readers, "eastside" where I live, and "Seattle" are seperated by Lake Washington. Two floating bridges cross the lake. One is I90, and the other is US520), go to the Greenwood neighborhood, and then pick up a late lunch at a gyro shop, and then enjoy my meal and internet access at ,Chocolati Café.

This day, my usual gyro shop was closed, but brand new greek deli had opened up down the street. Literally new, I think this was their first week. Yummy stuff.

The piano lesson was tough. I have a lot of work to be ready for the salon on Sunday afternoon.

Afterwards, I hooked up with jezel at Northgate. A camera shop there was having a deep discount sale. FerEx, they were unloading for fifteen bucks a dohickey that read CompactFlash cards and printed them out on Instant Polariod stock. I didn't even know you could still buy Polaroid supplies. I passed. But I did get framing and matting to hang jatg's holiday present.

Also, I finally finally elected to upgrade my `phone. From a chunkly old TDMA AT&T Nokia 5160 that I've had since 2000, to a shiny new Cingular GSM Nokia 3120. I pay a little bit more per month, but it adds call forwarding, free nationwide roaming, unused minute rollover, SMS send, and it gets a much better signal (full bars) at my home. I dont "geek toy" as much as most geeks, I'm rather relatively frugal and conservative w.r.t. my "carry around" electronics.

Thursday and Friday

Thursday, after working from noon to nine, I went to CapHill to a meeting that never happened. Foolishly, I enjoyed a White Velvet from Vivace just before they closed. (It's a long pull mixed with bowl of steamed milk. It's very smooth and creamy, and very deceptive.)

I ended up staying awake all night, fiddling out designs and code for weird-ass "inside out" "reverse connected" sshd that's my current fun task for work. I also futzed around with gopchop, excising out all the commerials in my complete collection of season one of Foster's Home for Imaginary Friends. Oh, and also proofing a draft of one of Charlie Stross's pending novels.

Right as sky had fully turned light that Friday morning, I finally crashed. I sent an email to my officemates telling them I would be in on Monday, and then slept `til after one, when Kiddi finally pushed me off my pillow.

That evening was my semi-default Friday evening, Fish Friday at omahas. We enjoyed some nice thick halibut chowder. To make it more palatable to Kouryou-chan, elfs thru in a handful of minced currents, which worked extremely well with the fish. I'd read that centuries ago, fruit and meat typically "went together", and it's only relatively recently in Europe-descended cooking that fruit was exiled to dessert, and meat was always savory.

We all vegged for a while. After Omaha and Kouryou retired, Elf and I watched a couple of episodes of a remarkably cute anime, the name of which I cannot recall, but I'm sure he can chime in in a comment here to remind me. The main story was interesting, the characters were well designed and fleshed out, it was sweet and romantic and touching. It just needed to lose the completely wrong opening music, and get rid of the painfully out-of-context giana mecha battles.

Now I'm dozing off on their guest futon, while Dinah is snoring away between my feet.