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So a couple of projects have managed to wiggle their way into my attention lately.
The first is a book, based on Jane Austin’s Pride and Prejudice, called Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. It’s a rewrite of the classic with extra bonuz zombie footage (by day, she woos Mr. Darcy; by night, she’s an unstoppable zombie slaying machine!).
Yes, I’m being 100% serious.
The second is the next movie in the Predator franchise, called Pride and Predator, a Predator prequel set in the time of–you guessed it–Pride and Prejudice.
Now, personally, I think this is brilliant. There’s nothing that can make a chick flick entertaining faster than the addition of a zombie horde or an extraterrestrial killing machine. Can’t get enough of that for my entertainment dollar!
But, sadly, I fear this trend doesn’t go far enough. So, this afternoon, I put together some more chick flicks I’d really like to see (clicky on any pic to embiggen):
Last night, I spent about a half an hour fixing some minor bugs in the interactive version of the Human Sex Map. Cleaned up the way the toolbar works when you scroll (so it doesn’t jump all over the place in some browsers) and fixed a minor issue in Firefox where it sometimes moves the pins three pixels down from where they should be.
And then I tested it in Internet Explorer.
And it was totally, utterly, completely broken.
Goddamn festering, pustulant heap of rotting garbage pretending to be a Web browser anyway. I will never, for the life of me, understand why people use that decaying mound of rubbish when there are Web browsers that actually work correctly that you can download for free. Everything the Internet Explorer development team knows about Web standards would fit in the white space of a postage stamp. If these guys had any decency or self-respect, they’d all ritualistically disembowel themselves on Google’s front lawn.
Words can not express my loathing, hatred, and contempt for that tottering mass of bugs and misfeatures that the folks in Redmond laughingly call a Web browser. It’s a mad sick joke at the entire Internet’s expense. So, I turn to a more visual communication medium:

It took me until six o’clock in the morning to code around all of Explorer’s bizarre bugs and rendering issues. Longer, by nearly an order of magnitude, than it took to make that picture. So if you tried to use the Map at all yesterday, sorry ’bout that.
Still sick.
That’s the bad news. The good news is I’m not horking up internal organs any more, and I can breathe without feeling like I’ve got bits of broken glass where they shouldn’t be. Even felt good enough yesterday to leave the apartment to go shopping and do laundry, both of which needed to be done in the worst possible way.
On the down side, it’s hard to walk from the door to the mailbox without wheezing, and all the various medications are making me feel almost as crappy as the damn bacteria. Plus I still sound like a frog being strangled at the bottom of a deep well when I try to talk. Thank God for Netflix, that’s all I can say.
Liam the kittycat has been absolutely delighted to have me home for the past three weeks, at least. Poor little guy is going to think I’ve abandoned him once I start working again. He follows me around the apartment and curls up on my lap when I crash on the couch. He’s in the habit of sitting on the edge of the tub when i shower and watching me with this expression:

Doctor’s appointment again the day after tomorrow. Probably more chest X-rays and stuff. If they don’t like what they see, the next step may be to go into the hospital for IV antibiotics. Ugh.

Seen on the way back from lunch last week. Apologies for the poor quality of the image; it came from my iPhone camera, and my windshield is very dirty.

Last night as I was going to sleep, zaiah started drawing on my back.
There’s something delightfully intimate about this sort of activity. It’s a really neat way to express affection and love, and it’s an inherently creative act, too. I highly recommend it.
She’s also a better artist than I am. Here’s what she drew. (The Kanji mean “Toy,” which has been her name for me since very early in our relationship.)

Seen at a grocery store while I was shopping with figmentj:

Yes, you’re seeing that right. It’s caffeinated hot chocolate. As in, hot chocolate with caffeine in it.
Have we as a society really reached the point where we can not face the day without putting drugs into everything we eat and drink?
I have, as I’ve mentioned before, a fireplace in my apartment.
This is a novel experience for me. I’ve never lived in a place with a fireplace before. With winter’s chill approaching, we made a point to go out and buy firewood; the glow from a burning fire is quite lovely.
And that inspired some pictures.
At first, I was quite frustrated; I was using very long exposure times, always somewhat dicey with a digital camera, and I couldn’t find my minipod, so I had to make do with stacks of books to rest the camera on. I finally got ’round to offloading them, and was surprised and pleased that some of them turned out quite nicely.
Take a picture of yourself right now. Don’t change your clothes, don’t fix your hair…just take a picture. Post that picture with NO editing. (Except maybe to get the image size down to something reasonable.)
Post these instructions with your picture.
Well, okay. The result is a little scary, though. Plus I’m still at the office.

I am, thankfully, mere moments away from leaving.