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August 3, 2010

On universal translation (, , )

by fluffy at 7:42 PM
In science fiction series where there's some sort of universal translation thing which uses some ill-defined 'receiving the intent' sort of thing (Farscape, Star Trek, etc.), it seems likely that all civilizations would eventually lose their own cohesive languages. After all, if all children could just understand and be understood implicitly in whatever random babbling they come up with, there's no reason for them to adjust and learn their own civilization's common language, right?

So really, when there's a scene from the perspective of someone who is without the translation conceit, it seems like everyone should just sound like squealing, growling, baby babble, and the like.

December 28, 2009

A shocking iPhone story ()

by fluffy at 11:14 AM
So I heard from a friend of mine who knows somebody at Apple so he totally knows what's going on with it that part of how they make iPhones is they take dessicated cockroach remains because cockroach antennae make the best antennae for mobile phones, but anyway one time they accidentally used too much of the cockroach and so there were a bunch of eggs in this one phone, and so the person who used the phone got the cockroach eggs in their ear and then the eggs hatched and they had cockroaches in their ear and it was really really gross. And then they went to the doctor and got the cockroaches taken out but then there were a few other eggs left behind and they ate the person's brain.

July 20, 2009

The city I live in (, )

by fluffy at 9:31 PM
While flying over Seattle, I couldn't help but notice how after living there for two years I recognized dozens of landmarks around the city which had various special meanings to me — places friends and I had lived, worked, and hung out, bridges I'd gone over, and so on. I thought about how it's strange how after the same amount of time in San Francisco I still didn't really know San Francisco very well and felt no such attachment to the city, after a week of talking about how much I missed Seattle and thinking of ways I could end up moving back there eventually. I felt intensely homesick and even considered "accidentally" missing my connecting flight.

But then I got back to San Francisco, and the smell was familiar and comforting, and I got on BART and the smell was familiar and (oddly) comforting. While on BART home from the airport, a woman was having trouble reading her tourist map and figuring out which BART station to get off at for her hotel. I asked where it was and she pointed to a station on her street map (which didn't label the stations), and I immediately told her, "Oh, yeah, that's Powell. I'm pretty familiar with that part of town."

Then I realized that this place is somewhere I know after all.

March 24, 2009

dada (, )

by fluffy at 2:12 PM
From a spam email (all the spam parts removed). All below the cut.

February 20, 2008

Duck slap ()

by fluffy at 8:50 AM
Late at night, one of my cd towers fell over, spilling its contents over my living room floor. I started to gather them up but then I decided I'd rather go to bed.

May 8, 2006

More fun with offloading moving boxes ()

by fluffy at 5:33 PM
Another post to the internal for-sale mailing list, received to much critical acclaim. (I really wish I'd preserved my original one from a year ago.)
Sent: Monday, May 08, 2006 11:02 AM
To: for-sale
Subject: The circle of boxes continues

Boxes to boxes, rust to rust. I'm finally unpacked from my last move, and so the black-market trade in used/abused moving boxes must continue. I have about 15 boxes, mostly small/medium size. Several of them have gotten quite beaten up from going through the rigors of for-sale multiple times. I'm tempted to just throw them all out, but then they look at me with their dewey eyes and say, "No! Surely we can be handed off on another Amazon employee yet again! We want to liiiiiiive!"

I feel so bad just throwing them out, especially since I also have some unused (albeit yellowed, and not very much) packing paper, also the result of a gradual process of attrition like the polishing of stones along a rocky beach.

Moving boxes have developed their own ecological niche, and so it would be cruel and inhumane to not keep their constructed biosphere alive, even if there's nothing inherently biological. It's more of an emergent property, really. Perhaps it is more like an economic model, or meta-life. In any case, its fate lies in your hands.

In any case, the boxes and paper and sense of godlike power can be picked up in Ballard.

February 14, 2006

I NEED: Moving boxes ()

by fluffy at 6:00 PM
Posted to the internal for-sale/i-need mailing lists.

November 12, 2005

Get your idioms right! (, , )

by fluffy at 1:57 PM
It's "Without further ado," not "without further adieu."

"Ado" means "fuss" or "delay." "Adieu" is not a noun but a complete statement which simply means "goodbye."

Why have I been seeing "without further adieu" on weblogs so often lately? It's stupid and wrong and makes no sense in any way! (Unless you're trying to cut a goodbye short.)

October 19, 2005

Orthographic heresy ()

by fluffy at 2:01 PM
will + not → won't
not + ever → never
will + not + ever → won'ever

should + not → shouldn't
(anything) + have → (anything)'ve
should + not + have → shouldn't've

I + would → I'd
would + have → would've
I + would + have → I'd've

he + is → he's
is + not → isn't
he + is + not → he'sn't

July 4, 2005

This is what I do at night (, )

by fluffy at 11:06 AM
I was trying to find my way to Peter Jackson's gaming party somewhere in the middle of nowhere near El Paso, TX. Because the people I was with were being totally unhelpful, I decided to try to find my own way instead.

I was running through some random corn field when I met Cherry.

March 8, 2005

Scenes from today (, , )

by fluffy at 10:59 PM
Told in the third person.

3/9 Some minor edits, and fixed some dialog where the original speaker told me the exact words he used.

January 31, 2005

Cat lady ()

by fluffy at 11:13 PM
(This would be a comic, but I don't feel like drawing lately. Meh.)

So, on the subway on the way to work, I was standing in front of a woman who had a duffel bag and a soft pet carrier. Between these two vessels she was juggling perhaps half a dozen young kittens, wiping their eyes of cruft and otherwise consoling them.

She put most of the kittens into the duffel bag, but left it open so they could peek out. One of the kittens, obviously her favorite, she kept in her jacket. She talked to this kitten all the way to Union Square.

September 28, 2004

The mouse, part 2 ()

by fluffy at 12:57 AM
One spring sprung,
The other undisturbed
One mammal sleeps well
The other lays perturbed

September 26, 2004

The Mouse ()

by fluffy at 9:44 PM
The mouse hangs around my kitchen,
wondering whether it's safe to eat the peanut butter
on the two loaded-and-wound traps.

I look over, see it sniffing,
whiskers quivering with anticipation.
I wince and look away,
bracing myself for the snap and crunch,
not wanting to see the dirty deed or its aftermath.
Like the spring I am tightly-wound.

My heart freezes for a short eternity.
There is only silence.
I look back over, and the mouse has not tried to eat.
It has won, for now; It will survive another minute.

June 11, 2004

I hadn't done it in way too long (, )

by fluffy at 9:49 PM
But there he was, calling out to me, capturing my attention from the periphery.

I approached, and shifted my weight uncomfortably, unsure if I would be able to do it again after so long. I removed my shoes, and braced myself for unknown pain.

I began to feel the rhythm burning in my veins, and knew this was my only chance for a while. I accepted the man's offer, and got ready.

I took a deep breath.

June 9, 2004

What is nigritude ultramarine? ()

by fluffy at 2:14 PM
Nigritude: blackness; the state of being black.

Ultramarine: A vivid or strong blue or purplish blue.

December 11, 2003

Do you see the fnords? ()

by fluffy at 12:17 PM
In various Discordian texts (such as the Principia Discordia and the Illuminati Trilogy series of novels), much is made about "fnords," words which are supposedly displayed constantly by agents of the Illuminati but have their existence denied, to the point that everyone supposedly both writes and reads the words without noticing it.

Of course, the Discordian texts are just humorous fiction, a parody of relgion intended to keep people guessing, based on just enough shreds of truth to make people feel uncertain and, hopefully, to question the information they're fed.

However, although it's not quite the same, there are still fnords all around us, little snippets of information where we've been drilled into not knowing them, when really those bits of information never existed to begin with.

December 10, 2003

This one goes out to all the literature students ()

by fluffy at 6:57 PM
Those of you who are struggling to find that unintended thematic content in a work of literature will probably appreciate this thing I wrote quite some time ago for Everything2, rescued from the bowels of archive.org:

Super Mario Brothers: A Literary Criticism

July 16, 2003

Interesting ()

by fluffy at 1:28 AM
The invenerable Cafépress is now offering on-demand book publishing. It looks like it wouldn't be too costly to finally make Hypnagogia available in bound format, for those who really want to buy a bound copy of it (though I don't think the three or four people who insisted it'd be a huge commercial success would be interested in it anymore).

May 22, 2003

Writing repost (, )

by fluffy at 9:08 PM
I finally got around to going through my writing and deciding which bits should go into the writing section. I also went and reformatted it all for HTML, but there might be some oddness to some things (since I used txt2html for most of it).

I also put in a few older images into the web art section.

I think it's finally time to nuke the old site from orbit.

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