June 18th, 2005

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Thursday

My last day of work for the week. I wrapped some stuff up, started some stuff up, and got stuff ready to help push the developers into upgrading to FC2 when I get back. Earned some karma points with a boss when he asked if anyone had an internal copy of FC4 he could get CDs of, for personal installs at home. Twenty minutes later, I put a freshly burned set in his hands.

That evening was The Grind. amythis had come over to actually join the `Spot. We ground away the night, then I gave her a ride to the ferry.

Then home, to pack and prep.
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Friday

Six-thirty-am is too damn early. I went my whole jrhigh and highschool years getting up that early, and my two years in Alaska likewise, and I know lots of people have to do it now, but I'm a "get to work after nine" guy. And it was raining, rather hard. Plus the annoyance of not being able to get my home printer working (I print stuff out so rarely), that I had to stop at work to use the printers there, to print out my boarding pass.

The traffic was better than I expected, and I got to omahas's at about 8am, and enjoyed a quiet slow morning with them. (Strangly, it wasn't raining, was pouring down sun instead.) Left at 1030, then parked&shuttled to catch my flight.

My Utilikilt scared the TSA goons a little bit. As I was unloading my stuff into the x-ray trays, one called to her supervisor "We may need a male assist, here!". (The entire team working that line was female.) But the scanner didn't beep when I walked thru it, even with the 6 snaps and the belt buckle, and seeing the look of apprehension on the goon's face turn into relief was a small joy for the day. (The Seatac TSA goons were getting in trouble over a year ago for feeling up female travelers. Assholes. What comes around...)

I read the first half of Accelerando on the flight, until amsu shutdown. I don't have many of the power saving stuff turned on, since I am so rarely away from power. I dozed and spot checked the rest of the flight with my GPS, which had a sufficiently clear view thru the window.

Dad picked me up in his Miata.

Utah is too hot, and the air is too dry. There was a strong south wind all the way up the valley, kicking up lots of dust. There was a surprising amount of green up the sides of the mountains (still with just a bit of snow visible here and there), for there had been surprisingly large amounts of rainfall the past few weeks. (Of course, that means that if the summer dries up, the brushfires and grassfires will be that much worse.)

That evening, my brother pheonix_jade and I went into SLC to have dinner with my sister jatg. We had wanted to get all 5 of us together, but Brent had to work, and wyckhurst was enjoying her anniversary with her husband sighted. Dinner in, in her backyard, was steak, desert was fire roasted smores, and recreation was lighting tiki torches, target shooting her air-rifle, and then walking the neighborhood looking at cool old houses.

That night, after retiring to one of the guest beds, I finished Accelerando. It blew my mind like Diaspora did, only better. It was more richly done, far more sophisticated characters, both more realistic and more strange.
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Saturday

I woke up hearing my dad report to my mom wurtmann that one of the lawn irrigation feed lines had blown in the night. (It was the lower lot's irrigation water, the least important of the five feeds.) I hadn't brought any grubby work clothes, so I let him and pheonix_jade deal with it.

Later that morning I finally got to meet pheonix_jade's lovely girlfriend red_girlfriend. They two got sent off to the hardware store to get a cap for the blown line. After Dad capped it off, we had some fun playing with his air rifle rig, and then spent a couple of hours out on the deck enjoying the nice weather. After a while, Brent showed up too, in his newly aquirred 1972 El Camino, tastefully colored primer black and rust.

Soon enough, the time came for the family reunion. We navigated up to where it was, and helped set up, and hugged our favorite cousins, and smiled and gladhandled the rest. sighted and wyckhurst arrived, with my 4 nieces and nephews in tow.

Myself, being an idiot, forgot my camera.

My cousin Dean was there. He's exceptionally cool. He's got a little daughter, who is being wonderfully warped by her weird dad. (As an example, her favorite song is "Mister Brighteyes", which is just so wrong in so many ways.) His contribution to the pay-for-the-catering auction was a copy of his comedy CD of his standup work. (I mention it, mainly because I won it.)

Some offshoot cousin (who's both too young and too closely related to me for me to have noticed how hot she was) really liked my kilt. So did Uncle Roland (my dad's mom's brother).

Lots of pictures were taken. We got a picture of just me and my sibs together. (We forgot to do it last xmas).

After we all cleaned up, some of us went back to my parents compound for an air rifle competion. I got 4/10. My dad got 9/10, and his brother got 8/10.


I did piano practicing on my mom's upright (the first piano I practiced on, years and years ago.)