And words no longer have meaning. Pardon the strong language, but, as we no longer live in a country under the rule of law, I feel like expressing myself strongly.
I am not a sad puppy, but I am in sympathy with their position and their aims. I don’t buy as many books as I used to, but I have accumulated quite a library over the years, and Tor books make up a non-negligible portion of my library. One action that has been requested is for everyone who plans to participate in the boycott to submit a photograph of their Tor books. Mine is below. It only shows the books that were on the bookshelves in the house, however. I have more books than I can keep handy, so about half of my library is in boxes in the garage. There are about 85 Tor books shown stacked on the floor, and my books database tells me that I have about 50 more in the garage. Several years ago, I gave my daughter a few hundred books, and I’ve no idea how many Tor books may have been among them.
I also have two dozen or so Tor ebooks.
I won’t be acquiring any more, though. Tor gives every impression of having a corporate culture that despises anyone who isn’t wholly on board with the left-wing causes of the day, and is more than willing to demonize them. As that applies to me, since they despise me, I’ll not force them to associate with me any longer.
I’ve been kind of neglecting posting for a while. Nothing much to say, and not a lot going on. Also, busy at work.
That’s changed a bit – this weekend, I’ll be manning a booth for my company at the Denver Mini Maker Faire at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science. I’ve been working on software for an application to demonstrate our new Mercury boards. Our booth will be right next to the Denver Hackerspace booth. We’ll definitely be talking with them to find out how they’re using the supplies and equipment we donated when we moved from our old office to our current location.
The show runs 9 am-5 pm on Saturday and Sunday. We’ll be setting up our booth tomorrow. Should be fun. Please show up if you’re in the area.
Remember, when you think of those who gave their all for their country:
I took Marion to Bette Midler’s show at the Pepsi Center last night. It was her only appearance here as part of her Divine Intervention tour. I’d never seen her before in person, although I have seen both of her concert movies. We had very good seats, and it was a very good show.
I’d certainly be willing to see her in concert again.
Driving home this evening, I heard a radio advertisement for an art exhibition this weekend. The advertisement promised “thousands of pieces of art from more than a hundred forty plus artists!”
Pardon me for micro-aggressing with my command of the English language, but either the “more than” or the “plus” is redundant. “A hundred forty plus” is, by definition, more than 140. Therefore, the advertisement claimed that there would be more than more than 140 artists represented. Since “more than” does not imply an upper limit, you really can’t get more than “more than,” unless you’re going to get into infinities.
to be at Ukefest, I might have been tempted to attend this, which is taking place in my old neighborhood. As it is, though, Ukefest wins hands-down.
I’m not certain I want to know what this one means.
It was a strange and disjointed one. What I remember is walking through a city, then being in the dark, industrial-looking basement of a hotel with a couple friends. We wanted to go to the top floor, and I took the first elevator, while they decided to wait for the express elevator.
Since I was not on the express, my elevator car quickly got very crowded. A very short man who looked something like Pharrell Williams batted his eyes at me and tried to convince me that my t-shirt and jeans were actually women’s clothes, so I must therefore be a woman who was open to his advances. As if.
When I got off the elevator, it opened up on a large park. Hula music was coming from some unseen source, and a group of nuns were performing a hula dance. Nearby, a bunch of tourists in Hawaiian shirts were doing something like a Maori haka in time with the music. I moved over to some ruins, where I told a young boy clambering over them that he was about to step on some snakes, which had frilly growths on their heads that put me in mind of the seahorse that evolved to blend in with seaweed.
After that, I somehow acquired a ukulele, and tried to lead another group of tourists in performing Donovan’s song, “Happiness Runs,” as a round.
Then the alarm went off.
I’ve had my hummingbird feeder up for a little more than a week. Saw my first hummingbird last night. I’ve heard a couple near work. It would be nice if my feeder drew more of them.