Took a couple days off again. Pretty much from everything. Videogames, you know.
But that never prevents me from having new things to complain about. For example....
Wasted, Inc. just evolved on me, and not in a good way. The good news is that we've finally got the bloodred shirts in; the bad news is that some nut thought it'd be funny to merge them with the black shirts. Which isn't that bad a thing, necessarily; but it kinda fucks up the whole concept of Black Shirt Required. Whether that was a good concept in the first place or not.
In a way, it's just one more reason to rework the whole site. Probably in a bit of a hurry. But...it's not really that I haven't got time to do that, as such; it's just that I could think of far more entertaining ways to waste whatever free time I have. Like videogames. But that never works out for long around here.
So it's on my list. Like I really have a list. Actually, I have more of this sort of random reminding system, where I know something out there is sucking, and then something in general life reminds me what it probably is. Usually right in the middle of playing a videogame. And we're back to general attrition.
I'll get to it. I just hate spending lots of time setting things up when there's no immediate change. And rewriting the entire backend of a commerce site is a good example of that sort of suck.
In other news, StarWars came out on disc again. In this case, some nut thought it might be funny to rerelease the fixed versions in anamorphic HDFriendly mode, while slamming the unaltered versions into letterboxed 4:3. Which I could just about live with, but the setup I've got uses component cables to push the film onto the HDTV, which then disallows resizing the screen. So I've either got the film playing in 2.35:1 within 4:3 within 16:9 [256:81], or I'm playing it on the PS2 and not really using the 5.1 soundsystem. So that's simply annoying. Even granting that, in the 5.1 system, the film's only 2.0, making it nearly a nonissue except that controlling a film with the PS2 controller also bugs me.
The thing with the palmtop is still in progress, or something. The guy is reportedly sending the rest of the stuff he'd neglected to send. I just haven't seen it yet. All I've really got so far is this EMail, from Monday:

Im sorry about that, i will send you today...

I can't entirely guess what that means. Except that the eighteen bucks he'd demanded for shipping might eventually become practical, if he keeps sending stuff he'd kept forgetting to send. We'll see.
It should probably come as no real surprise that I kinda abandoned Slackerhood about a week ago. Not totally, of course; I've just been working on other things lately. Something about writing out anecdotal stuff from 1988 kinda screams living in the past, which is okay, but there are limits to how much of that I can really do. Because videogames used to suck, and stuff.
I'm still working on it. I just know from experience what happens when I write things down in the wrong mood. Bad things happen. When I'm in the right mood, bad things also happen; but those bad things are intentional. There's no sport in being bad by accident. I think.
Of course, thinking about the twentieth century in general tends to trigger that other nonlist: books I'd written back then and never released. I could release them; I just never do. Probably because that's not why I write books. I write this stuff because it seems like someone should, but no one ever really does. Then, my job is done. Whether anyone else ever reads this stuff is outside my concern.
It's not that the stuff can't be released. I suppose it's not bad. If the stuff being released these days is any indication, it might even be good. It just doesn't matter that much to me. The sad fact is that I could release a couple dozen books I've got sitting here, and I'd still make more off shirts and bumperstickers. Because illiteracy has become pandemic.
Hunter is of course interested in seeing me release all this stuff. Partly because a lot of it's in Mead Spirals and I'm the only one capable of deciphering my handwriting; mostly because, once I start releasing things, I'll eventually end up releasing Phobivore, which she's never read. But she wants to, because I don't want to release it. If you thought Paroxysm was evil, you don't know what evil is.
Though I am about three hundred morons away from releasing it anyway. I'm nearly angry enough in general to inflict this literary weapon upon mankind. We'll see.
I might also update the book a bit before releasing it, if I ever do. Just because, as it is now, it's set in the year 2047 and some of the technology I'd invented has now been invented by other people, slightly earlier and differently than I'd predicted. But that's fine; Copyright © 1995, 2010 doesn't bug me that much; it just leaves me wondering, when other people do it, what got changed, and when.
There again: we'll see. First, I've got other things to do.
Maybe I'll go do some of them now.
More later....

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