Woo! Going to bed!
Jun. 2nd, 2006 01:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jackWoo! Going to bed! Not with anyone, just before 2am, which is good for this week. Tonight, Cartesian Daemon dines with Cartesian Daemon.
Actually, I stole that dines allusion from Hornblower, and I very embarassingly am ignorant of which classic work it originates in, can anyone please tell me? I may know the quote but it won't click, and google doesn't allow regexes, so I can't google, for instance, "(* *) dines with \1"
Work was good, I have an h264 encoder encoding encodings! Details tomorrow.
But I felt depressed inbetween, despite having crusty bread and Buffy, and almost didn't go out, but was glad I did. I went to the Carlton, and while I don't know anyone well enough to turn up at their house and vent, I know everyone well enough to turn up at their table and vent. It was a fun evening, with much silliness, literature review, and a little geekery, and some dinging people for c[usft]* favours.
Even stranger than walking and reading, is walking and writing. But I had firecrackers going off, as I had had too many thoughts this week and as soon as I was alone with them I needed to write them down and store interesting ones and forget boring ones. Some are spod but some are fiction, it often works the same way. I have ideas, and eventually it clicks, and when I have plot waiting to happen and characters waiting to interact, and no unanswered questions it just goes. What takes the time is faff.
Actually, I stole that dines allusion from Hornblower, and I very embarassingly am ignorant of which classic work it originates in, can anyone please tell me? I may know the quote but it won't click, and google doesn't allow regexes, so I can't google, for instance, "(* *) dines with \1"
Work was good, I have an h264 encoder encoding encodings! Details tomorrow.
But I felt depressed inbetween, despite having crusty bread and Buffy, and almost didn't go out, but was glad I did. I went to the Carlton, and while I don't know anyone well enough to turn up at their house and vent, I know everyone well enough to turn up at their table and vent. It was a fun evening, with much silliness, literature review, and a little geekery, and some dinging people for c[usft]* favours.
Even stranger than walking and reading, is walking and writing. But I had firecrackers going off, as I had had too many thoughts this week and as soon as I was alone with them I needed to write them down and store interesting ones and forget boring ones. Some are spod but some are fiction, it often works the same way. I have ideas, and eventually it clicks, and when I have plot waiting to happen and characters waiting to interact, and no unanswered questions it just goes. What takes the time is faff.