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Jul. 22nd, 2004 09:32 amSufficiently advanced technology may be indistinguishable from magic in the future, but for the time being it can be indistinguishable from art
I can appreciate something like that from a technological perspective (one of the things we do at our machine demonstrations is cut dice), but I'm sort of uncertain on how it makes me feel as an artist (good one or not).
Stephen Hawking Wrong About Black Holes?
I'm just amused that it's being pitched as Stephen Hawking being wrong. Still, that's good; it means the scientific community is working as it should (and the baseball encyclopedia is a cute touch).
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Still sick. (Blarg.)
Pat came by last night to help me out with the computer; I think, in the end, I had it working reasonably well. Things are still running slowly, but I'll be tinkering over tonight and tomorrow and hopefully it'll work out.
We went to see King Arthur last night. Squee! I know, I know: it bears little resemblance to any "real" King Arthur legend, but for what it was - a war story - I thoroughly enjoyed it. And the sex jokes were pretty funny. ;) ("#3's a real fighter." "That's because he's mine.") All in all, a good time.
I made Pat stay with me until 3 AM, because I started feeling sad and overall kind of mediocre. And I love Pat, dearly, but for the record? "That's because you probably are" isn't the right answer. (Paraphrased, but that's what it boiled down to.)
And then I had a nightmare which woke me up at 5:30 AM. >.< So, overall, it wasn't a great night for sleep. Still, I'm less tired than any given day last week...
Anyway. I think I'm over the mediocrity thing, at least for the time being. (Isn't this supposed to hit at, like, 35? 40? Blah.)
At least sex is fun.
I can appreciate something like that from a technological perspective (one of the things we do at our machine demonstrations is cut dice), but I'm sort of uncertain on how it makes me feel as an artist (good one or not).
Stephen Hawking Wrong About Black Holes?
I'm just amused that it's being pitched as Stephen Hawking being wrong. Still, that's good; it means the scientific community is working as it should (and the baseball encyclopedia is a cute touch).
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Still sick. (Blarg.)
Pat came by last night to help me out with the computer; I think, in the end, I had it working reasonably well. Things are still running slowly, but I'll be tinkering over tonight and tomorrow and hopefully it'll work out.
We went to see King Arthur last night. Squee! I know, I know: it bears little resemblance to any "real" King Arthur legend, but for what it was - a war story - I thoroughly enjoyed it. And the sex jokes were pretty funny. ;) ("#3's a real fighter." "That's because he's mine.") All in all, a good time.
I made Pat stay with me until 3 AM, because I started feeling sad and overall kind of mediocre. And I love Pat, dearly, but for the record? "That's because you probably are" isn't the right answer. (Paraphrased, but that's what it boiled down to.)
And then I had a nightmare which woke me up at 5:30 AM. >.< So, overall, it wasn't a great night for sleep. Still, I'm less tired than any given day last week...
Anyway. I think I'm over the mediocrity thing, at least for the time being. (Isn't this supposed to hit at, like, 35? 40? Blah.)
At least sex is fun.