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In all the mess I forgot to post about R coming over to hang out last night. The blimp from the Cubs game flew right over my flat! IT HAS A GIANT TV ON IT. It was amazing. We both agreed they should do that for the VP debates; Palin and Biden's giant heads floating over the crowd would be a sight to see.

R pointed out, which I hadn't really thought about, that from my flat I can see Byrons (a culinary institution), Wrigley Field's lightpoles, and the tip of the Sears Tower. Apparently it is impossible to be More Chicago than my flat is, especially once we got buzzed by the blimp.

Also, I introduced him to the Roomba.

R: So it just wanders around while you do other stuff?
Sam: That's the idea.
R: If I had a Roomba I would never be lonely again.

And then later:

R: So, you know, if you ever need someone to Roombasit for you...
Sam: You want to borrow it, huh.
R: Desperately. Tonight.
Sam: All right, but don't feed it sugar right before bed.

So yes, I've been roombanapped. He's bringing it back this evening.

The one thing I really do miss about living with R is that it brings some often much-needed perspective to my day.

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FYI, to break up the tedium of reformatting and reposting my SGA fic, I've posted a short SGA/Torchwood crossover that you may find amusing.

Title: Technically
Rating: PG-13 for talk of orgies
Summary: The Rift has a sense of humour and is not afraid to use it.

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Relatedly, i_defeated_sga is almost totally restocked, except for My Home And Native Land, which I'm at work on as we speak.

I need some kind of icon that expresses how I feel about all this but I don't think I can make one until I actually figure out how I feel about all this.

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Okay. I think I've pulled all the little strands together, at least of information if not of hard actual text.

( How to recover from a hack in three easy steps and one difficult one. )

I vacillate quite a bit in how I really feel. On the one hand, this has been intense and difficult and heartbreaking. On the other hand, I still have "Jesus, it's just a fucking LJ" moments. On the whole, let's retain a sense of perspective; there's worse happens in war, as they say, and thinking cruel thoughts about the hackers does nobody any good.

Over the course of the next few days I may very well be doing a lot of memes; to start with, the One Word meme, and perhaps a Charity Flopsyfest if I feel up to it. And a game of Mornington Crescent, I think, yes.

Watch this space! And Pardon our Dust.

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Hung out at R's a bit tonight -- he was still running the Roomba when I got there, and while he was delighted with it, one of the Bluesmen was over and was Not Impressed. Pah!

And whoever said he was going to try to feed it stuff was totally right. Not change, thank goodness, but increasingly large pieces of tortilla chip. Yes, R has indeed reverting to subsistence on chips and salsa.

He loves that thing. He's bonded with it. We ran into Bland as we were walking back to my place...

Bland: What are you doing?
Me: Oh, just heading --
R: WALKING THE ROOMBA, OF COURSE.

Bless.

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Also:

Jack and Ellis is not up and running yet, I told a scurrilous lie earlier, but it will be by Monday.

I'm starting to upload old entries. Many of them will fall on March 22nd 2006, because that's when Google started the feed. I'll see if I can get accurate dates for them later...

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Oh man. MY POLLS ARE GONE. Motherfuck. I will have to post many new polls to make up for it, but not tonight because tonight I am way not mentally coordinated enough for that.

I am having fun with tags, though. So far new ones include "cranky sam is cranky", "i might be crazy", "reasons i love my job", and "ways i have injured myself". None of them have many entries yet but I'm sure they all will soon.

This is a pretty big task, and it's going to take a while. Which in a way is fun because if I only upload 15 - 20 days' worth of posts a night, it gives people a chance to re-read stuff if they want. Also, where appropriate, I am adding "commentary post-hack" with thoughts, two years on, about various things I've said.

Earlier, I talked a bit about not knowing how I feel about it all. twirlynoodle posted an image in comments that came very close, and it reminded me of another image that I looked up in my image archive when I got home.

I found this when I was writing my senior capstone; it's a newspaper photograph taken in what remained of the library after the Oregon state capitol burned sometime in the late-19th or early-20th century.

And it is how I feel.

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I was literally logging in to do this as the journal was hacked, but -- new header text! ODDLY APT TOO, considering I selected the song last week.

The text and title are from Laughter In A Time Of War, by Chumbawamba. So if you see my name or journal title has changed, it's just me, mixin' it up...

And I'll stop serial-posting now. For the night anyway. :D