Ups & Downs

Your Horoscope
Aries: (March 21ÑApril 19)
Every day, in every way, you’re getting better and better. But at this rate, you won’t be good enough for 64 more years.

Been so busy living life these past few weeks, I haven’t had time to properly document it. Is that a bug or a feature?

In the Good column:

Flew my plane for the first time last week. Going out to the airfield again tomorrow, assuming I can get my engine properly tuned this evening–it’s running a bit hot. Flying R/C airplanes is significantly more challenging than it looks…

Went to a fly-in at the airfield, which attracted model airplane enthusiasts from all over the state (and got to watch a prop-driven R/C model fly through the speed traps at 195.6 miles per hour); went to PolyTampa; spent the weekend with M., the “other”girlfriend.

In the Bad column:

kellyv finally put down her foot and made L. and I break up. Which, just for the record, sucks.

In the Other column:

Going to be presenting imposition software for a client at a trade show in Chicago early next month. The day after I return from Chicago, kellyv and I are going to Virginia for her cousin’s wedding.

Going to MacWorld San Francisco in January! MacWorld is always a blast; last year, I met altenra there; this year, I’ll be hooking up with my friend S., who I haven’t seen in six years or so (and who recently dropped back into my life from out of nowhere, or at least from Seattle).

And I’ve completed fifty SETI at Home work units in the past couple of weeks. So there.

On wreckage and smoking craters

Flew my plane for the first time on Saturday.

The good news: It flies very well–and very fast. Cruising speed about 65 miles per hour, not bad for a trainer.

The bad news: Using the wrong cable between my transmitter and the flight instructor’s transmitter resulted in…er, “erratic operation.” The instructor tried to bring it down and the transmitter quit working–plane came down about 50 yards short of the runway, and broke the tail section clean off.

Easy fix, and the proper cable is on the way. Maybe this weekend…

In other news, the SymToys Web site, our new Web site for Onyx and Symphony, is online…

Something that bears repeating

“Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and perpetrator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself–a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.”
–Frank Herbert

Of dreams and things

I rarely remember my dreams. So it’s a matter of some surprise when I remember three separate dreams in a single night, and even more surprising when those dreams involve janezero (one of the more interesting people on LiveJournal), J. Robert oppenheimer, inventor of the hydrogen bomb; and alligators.

The first dream I remember was a pretty straightforward nightmare about being chased by alligators. You know, the usual wake-up-in-a-sweat thing; nothing really remarkable.

The second dream had me back in college again. J. Robert Oppenheimer was there; he’d decided to use the college to store a bunch of prototypes of new nuclear bombs–in a “live,” fully armed state. In the dream, I took exception to this idea, on the grounds that it’d be altogether too easy to vaporize the campus and most of the surrounding city, so I took it upon myself to sneak into the lab at night and steal vital parts of the bombs, rendering them inert. This one degenerated after that into a straightforward nightmare about being chased by Nobel Prize-winning physicists, police, and campus deans.

The third one was weird.

I was working for a bank–specifically, a bank built on the top of a cliff, which traded only in gold bullion, not currency. Since dragons love gold, this bank was subject to occasional raids by dragons, who generally came in from above the cliff. janezero worked there as well; whenever a dragon came by, she’d grab her laptop and head out the front door, concealing herself in the bushes outside. She’d keep track of the dragon, sending messages to my laptop about its position, which I’d in turn relay on to the SWAT team that was dispatched whenever a dragon came by.

Mind you, I don’t even know janezero.

I have no idea what any of this means.