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.
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Date: 2006-06-02 07:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-03 12:01 am (UTC)The story as recounted by google is that Lucullus was famous for having sumptious repasts for his guests, and one day when he hadn't invited anyone over the food was simpler, and when he chastised his cooks they protests that they thought that since he wasn't dining with anyone it didn't matter, to which he responded ~.