Today I am wearing black. It might be to mourn a year since you left. It might just be coincidence; for there is no point in Earth’s turning about the Sun where I do not feel the loss of you. That Sun shines brightly today, a fine day to walk among the flowers and birds. How you would have loved that, your face lit with a smile. How I miss that smile, that laugh. All the joy; my pixie. It does not matter that I write this today. It could have been yesterday, or tomorrow. There is no day where I do not miss these things, miss you.
The road of life may wind on but some of me always remains there with you. I will for always be your Dragon, my Pixie, my love. x
Reading A Scientific Paper
Quite a good article on just how to read a proper scientific paper—medical based but I think applies to most fields (it occurs that the point about too many laymen reading only the abstract, if they bother with the paper at all, is perfectly valid but said from the ivory tower of an e.g. university association; the abstract is all too often the only part readily available without paying out a small fortune otherwise)
When I log onto my online banking part of the security, after I’ve entered my password, is to ask for three characters from my “memorable phrase”. 20% of the time when it asks for e.g. the third character I enter C, because that’s the third letter of the alphabet…
This is something of a strange post but it needs marking. For about four months or so I followed a single panel of a comic; slowly; a single scene changing every hour.
Time: Frame 870
The sandcastle has risen
For quite a while it was simply about two people building a sandcastle. They started off small and then got bigger and bigger, until they could build no higher. Unfortunately, the sea was rising, to claim their castle (not that the understood why the sea was rising).
Whilst I’ve been following through one of severalcommunity made viewers when necessary (particularly to look back at past frames) it’s been mainly through the remarkable community that build up in a forum thread. I never had the time to participate but I have watched as a diverse range of people have analysed, joked, created (art, music, traditions and language) and bonded one picture at a time. If you wish to learn about what experiencing Time was like you could do worse than to “blitz” that thread, starting from page 1, though you could always read the Wiki.
Time: Frame 2047
Frame 2047 from Time
We followed our heroes (Cueball and Megan, collectively “Cuegan”—or “Megball”) as they set of on a lonely adventure through unknown lands. There was danger, and mystery with strangers met and insights gained. None of which goes even part way to doing justice to the artistry with which Randall Munroe (the GLR—Great Lord Randall) worked.
Time: Frame 2440d
A frame from Time
I’m going to miss that thread, and The Comic. I will not know what to do with myself in idle (and at times not so idle) moments anymore.
Hmmm, this isn’t the thing I was going to write about but never mind (and there is a slight link). So, anyway. Urinal usage—in game form (and of course, anything new on the internet is old). Anyway, this is the sort of thing I’ve been know to write about. And while there are related studies I’m still unaware of any dealing specifically with urinals. Fortunately the optimum design has been calculated, which is good given what can go wrong
