The floors are in as good shape as can be expected. There's some water damage near the window, so a few boards will have to be replaced.
As you can see from the photos, we've been able to move into one room. We'll move into the other next week. Unfortunately, this doesn't mean we're anywhere done and unfortunatley the contractor is running off to another job for a bit.
Work is mostly dead at the moment. We're supposed to be scrambling hard at an important project but we're not getting the technical support we need from a certain large company. They've found a novel way to deal with technical questions: simply ignore the emails entirely.
I've become a bit addicted to a certain "collectable card" puzzle-game called Perplex City, which is bad considering the price of the cards. Worse, it's Britisher based, so some of the questions are culturally biased ("Name all the biscuits".) Some are trivially easy. Some are monstrously hard. (I spent a half hour last night looking for Lithuanian ispell dictionaries.)
Isn't it nice that the diary entry form looks a lot like it could be work? It was just a second ago...
I'm getting a bit irritated at the people at Boing Boing have recently gotten a bug up their ass about being marked for "nudity" by filtering software. Yeah, so unjust. (NSFW kinda I suppose.) "OMFG!!! The bastards said we had nudity on our site just because we had nudity on our site!" Idiots.
If you don't think nudity is something to be hidden, fine, and I agree with you. But don't act like it's a travesty of justice when someone labels your site accurately.
I recently read Robert Charles Wilson's Spin, and soon thereafter, The Chronoliths. Both are quite good. I am impressed with the way Wilson manages to start with something utterly bizarre and still make it seem like hard science. Also impressive is that despite the earth-shattering events and hard science, these books are both still at their root about people.
Though they are a bit on the emo side.
Spin is particularly good. A lot of books start with the utterly bizarre to provoke a plot but then fail to actually make a sensible explanation. This book actually does make perfect sense at the end despite starting with the uttelry bizarre. (All the stars vanish in the first chapter.)
In many ways, it's what I wanted out of Manifold:Time. Many of the same big questions, but without the cardboard cutout characters.
I'm less impressed with Kim Stanley Robinson's Fifty Degrees Below. It's been a bit of a slog and I'll probably have to force myself to finish it. There's a lot wrong with this book, the second in a series, which is a pity, because they're damn topical. In fact, the first volume was prophetic in a way I shan't mention as it's a major spoiler. There's lots wrong. In particular, there seems to be something odd with the timeline of the whole thing. It seems like he's trying to pack ten years of events in a few short months.
Stupid iTunes. There's no way to tell it to go remove everything from you library for which the disk file has been removed.
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