December 2009

This morning came awful early

Posted on by Patrick

When my wife’s alarm clock went off at 5:30 AM, she said to me, “When did you get in last night?”

Me: “3:30.”
Her: “Yeah. I woke up at 2:30, and you weren’t in yet. I thought, Those idiots*, and went back to sleep.”

Those idiots were me and my cow-ork­er Craig, and the rea­son we got in at 3:30 AM was that we went to the city to see Neil Gaiman last night.

A cou­ple photos:

Neil Gaiman in Winterpeg

Neil Gaiman's green scrawl

I’ll prob­a­by have more to say lat­er. Right now I have to get back to work.

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* My wife would like it point­ed out that she called us dum­mies, not idiots.

Contemplating a tattoo

Posted on by Patrick

…some­day. And so here’re the ones cur­rent­ly under consideration:

  • Two ravens, along with a quote from verse 80 of Hávamál: “Praise ice when over it”. (But ide­al­ly, trans­lat­ed into Icelandic.)
  • This — the cher­ry blos­som eight-sided mir­ror sym­bol of Kodokan Judo.
  • Eppur si muove — Galileo’s (prob­a­bly apoc­ryphal) rebut­tal to his forced con­fes­sion that the Earth does not move. It means “And yet it does move.”
  • “Lumi­nous beings are we, not this crude matter”.