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Someone in India thinks they have my gmail address and signs up for stuff with it, which means I get spam meant for them. Today I just received the most remarkable one yet:

"Sir/Madam,
We have great pleasure in introducing before you our latest book ‘AMAZING ENGLISH’ – a full-fledged and fully-packed collection of almost all the curious and fun-sparkling facts in the English Language..."

http://sfbay.craigslist.org/eby/sub/2704861567.html

My friend Haomiao is moving and his room in Berkeley is coming available. It's a cute ad, and may be relevant to people I know. But mostly I'm reflecting you could get a small house for that price in Austin.

Seen on TV, not what they meant "APD begins crackdown on pedestrian safety".

reposted from castiron

Dear air masses:

You are all wimps. Your mothers were the belches of manatees, and your fathers smelt of rotting fish. There are baby hummingbirds producing greater wind strength than you. You have the moisture content of a piece of beef jerky buried in dessicant in the Sahara. Tropical depressions? You barely rate the name of mid-latitude minor disappointments. MJN Air makes cleaner landfalls than you do. Drunken pigeons wrapped in electromagnets have better senses of direction than you. Disco balls have greater angular momentum than you. You are worthy only of scorn and derision. If you wore clothes, they would be ill-fitting and unfashionable and dry. You are so incompetent that when your mist refracts sunlight into rainbows, the colors are out of order. You are so powerless that babies born the day of your landfall will be named for you, and they will have greater wind and moisture production than you. Oxygen attempts to escape the atmosphere in order to be spared the shame of being found in you. Migrating plankton are undisturbed by your passing. You are pitied by ceiling fans and mocked by ceiling leaks. You are disgraces to the atmosphere. Boats passing through you take no notice of your existence. You are tedious and unimpressive. Meteorologists would place you on their maps out of pity if they were not laughing at your pathetic attempts at weather. Umbrella manufacturers are put out of business by the very sight of you.

In short, I sit here in the land of drought and 104F/40C highs and I mock you for the useless collections of gas that you are, secure in the knowledge that you couldn't find me if the National Weather Service gave you a map and GPS, the entire remaining population of fish in the Gulf formed an arrow to guide your storm tracks, and Houston and Corpus Christi both put up signs saying "THIS WAY".

30N 97W. If you dare.

Today was not a great day to me and by 5:30 I was very ready to be alone at home and Hide From The World.

Fortunately I had something to distract me, the recently recommended fic Carpetbaggers.
Recommendation by legionseagle.

It's Narnia nation building fic, after the party is over and the four children have to Become Royalty and Rule the Country. It is fun and rough and tough and nasty like history often is.

It is not perfectly written to my interests, being too short and not Infrastructure enough. I blame it on the Children not having swotted for their degrees yet. As I told commodorifed
"Dammit. Story ends too soon. There is no navy, taxes, Public Debt, Public Works or Committees

9:41
MarnaNightingale
alas!

9:41
Andrew Lambdin-Abraham
I demand more Government in my fantasy
Also they need Agricultural Improvement Stations and Land Grant Colleges and A Census."

This is perhaps why "Making Money" and "Going Postal" worked so well for me.

Thanks to the Facebook of qatet and someone else, the topic of vampires and how they support themselves has come up. I noted that most vampires are seen as idle aristocrats or at least solid middle class.
commodorified notes that Henry Fitzroy has a job, and I now add Otto von Chriek to that list.

However, the thing that has really caught my attention is the idea of a poor peasant vampire. Preferably like Tevya. In a musical. With his hard hard life.

I prefer to read my Friends List on LJ somewhat over my Reading page on Dreamwidth slightly because almost everything is crossposted, and on LJ I can see how many comments were are on LJ and on the DW post. On DW I can see comments on the DW post and also that it was posted on LJ but not if there are any comments over there. This is particularly useful to know when I am trying to keep track of all of the comments made on someone else's post and so it is useful to know if there is a new one.

Any ideas on how to make this easier on DW?

I wonder if this song is more popular with my generation (or other people who did their formative years between 1989 and 2001), than others, or if it would be if they knew of it.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjUA3RU4B8E

I'm reading The Velvet Room, which is Ars Technica's forum for dating, romance and sex topics.
What do I find there? References to RaceFail 09. In a discussion of black female science fiction authors.

The internet, everything is everywhere.