Archive for February, 2010

Photo Safari Gas Works Park 20100228

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Started the day out with  breakfast at the Hurricane, served by My Little Pony, if we believe receipts.

Learned that just because we could make synthetic natural gas in the 1800’s doesn’t mean you shouldn’t serve in the military now.  Umm, OK?

I wondered again, just how safe the park can be for kids to play in, when a mere locked door protects us from “unremediated areas” that require class C protective gear.

Someone is camping in the park.  If the luggage is any indicator, they once had a decent job. Or were given a nice set of luggage and camping gear.  I suspect there are two of them, and they also own these bikes.

The clouds were breaking up, by the time I kayaked (no pics), it was actually sunny.

Saw some paranoid conspiracy graffiti.  Noticed a helipad I had no idea existed, despite kayaking past it for years.   Amazing what a change in perspective reveals.

Saw yet another pair of Sunday morning, aka the day after, shoes.

The Woman in Black (PR)

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

Went with Q to see The Woman in Black.  The quotes make it sound like it’s gonna be piss-your-pants scary.  It was not.

Don’t get me wrong, I love it.  Thought it was very entertaining, with a unique twist on the play within a play genre.

But it wasn’t scary.  It had a lot of humor, actually.

The Open Circle Theater is an interesting space to see something in.  It’s small, and the seating is split onto two sections at right angles, so the actors must always play to one side or the other.  Center stage faces a structural beam.  They serve liquor, and you can drink while watching the show, so that’s cool.   The price seemed reasonable, only $8 per person.

Oh Best Buy

Thursday, February 25th, 2010

Tease me with an email that says, “217253 points ($4345 in reward certificates*)”, then take it back a few hours later.  Not that I deserved them, well except in a cosmic karmic re-balancing sense maybe, if you take the positive dating experience gaps in my life as importantly as I do =p

Still, a free TV bigger than my futon would have been nice.

The Tower of Too Late

Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010



The Tower of Too Late

Originally uploaded by Xymon

Pasta is hard to build with. Half the time I’d break a strut just getting it in the gummi. The other half the time, one would just snap under it’s own weight while I was working on another part of the tower. In the end, we weren’t ready in time for the judging, and lost by default, even if we were higher than anyone else.

Feb 21 Photo Safari

Monday, February 22nd, 2010

There was the strange ribbon tree, lots of multicolor ribbons tied to some of the branches on a tree near the path.

There was a stand of dried up plants, some blond, some a bright red, that looked really cool.

I got one good shot of a bird in flight, several shots of a bird eating a couple of worms,  and even some shots of a bald eagle.

A little bit of industrial decay.

And the nice view of the space needle,  on the way to work, that will soon be gone =(

Seattle Magnuson Park playfield panoramic

Monday, February 22nd, 2010



Seattle Magnuson Park playfield panoramic

Originally uploaded by Xymon

Had a really productive photo safari, finding lots of birds, including a bald eagle =)

The new camera seems to work well with panoramics.

Embezler’s Best Friend

Friday, February 19th, 2010

The seemingly corrupt US District Court Judge John C. Coughenour should be ashamed.  He was faced with a father and son duo that had been convicted of stealing thousands from the 401k of their employees, and instead of giving them the jail time recommended by prosecution, has given them a slap on the wrist probation sentence, with a fine less than a third of what they had stolen.

Dishonorable John, thanks for making the problem worse, you waste of judicial space.  I look forward to seeing your obituary, so an honest man can be appointed to replace you.  If you had any semblance of human decency, you’d resign your position in shame, but I’m not holding my breath.

SpeeD’oh

Friday, February 19th, 2010

I’m zipping along on the way to work, and just as I think to myself how pissed I’d be, if I were on the scooter, and someone went past as fast as I’m going, when I see a highway patrolman.  He saw me too.  We had a nice and expensive conversation.  D’ohwell.

ST-TNG red-shirts

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

Why didn’t transporter designers include a big enough buffer to restore any lost away team member back to the point they beamed off the ship?  By TNG timeframe, it seems like the data storage requirements would be easy to solve, especially for a 4-5 person team.  As a nerd with backups at work, home, and other places, it just seems sensible.

Of course it opens a whole can of worms with perfect cloning the side effect of any accidental restorations where the original was still in living condition.  Or what about someone who gets horribly disfigured during a mission, but not killed…would they allow him to revert to a previous backup, while killing the maimed original?  Would people make the same mistakes more often, react with less concern for their personal safety?

On the other hand, think of how much more could be accomplished by a doctor during a medical emergency, if he could beam himself down to a hundred locations at the same time.

Hmmm, could someone pirate another person by copying the transporter transmission?  How would unique identity work when you can re-create a person down to a quantum level perfectly, an infinite number of times?  Me’thinks the underwold of the Star Trek universe has crimes we can’t even imagine.

Hard Nights, Soft Days

Wednesday, February 17th, 2010

A flower in her hair

Like someone stuck it there

A reminder of what never was

A hopeful dream of just because

The music on the radio

Is ringing in my ears

There’s nothing really to it

The sum of all my fears

Playing out the same old game

No one ever knows my name

But I’ll still be here just the same

Another day

Another night

Another star that burned too bright

Open your eyes

Close up your heart

These are the days

When we walk apart.