The Gift of the Frogi
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captainsblogLots of happies, lots of smiles here.
Eleanor and Emily got each other frogs. This, I knew, but I also knew I'd get to savor the moment when the assorted amphibia made it out into the open:
On the left, Kermie, one of Em's gifts to Mom. To his left, the bag of squeaky froggies Eleanor found. And to their right, Ebony, who of course thinks anything squeaky-toy in this house is HERS:
For my part for Em's giftage, I went low on quantity but aimed straight for the heart. I got her a year's membership to The Little, the Rochester art house that Eleanor and I saw so many films at in our first decade together and which Emily is now learning to love as a film student. It includes a movie a month for all of 2012, a few guest passes for friends, discounts on other assorted stuff, and came in a gift basket with travel mug, t-shirt and notecards.
Much as I hate making this kid cry, I was more than happy to take it when she was crying on purpose and the purpose was to show happiness:)
In return, I got a picture- of what's going to show up for me, apparently, after the first of the year:
Geronimo!
(The 'rents exchanged clothes- duller than those but much-needed and appreciated:)
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I've gotten a few kudoses (kudi? kudae?) on the Yuletide Wot I Wrote, though none from the recipient yet. No hurries, no worries. As for what I received, I once again seem to have had a problem following the directions, so this is what I was supposed to have posted here besides just the thank you:
People Who Don't Understand Brecht Don't Understand Life (6686 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Rating: Mature
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darren Nichols/Geoffrey Tennant
Characters: Darren Nichols, Geoffrey Tennant, Oliver Welles
Summary: New Burbage presents Christopher Marlowe's Edward II, opening June 11, 1986. Tickets on sale now.
Yeah, that. Go.
Also, apropos of my earlier post? We all know The Doctor lies, but apparently so does The Bachelor (cum laude in English, 1981).
I found the thesis! We have a junk room in the cellar, sealed off by a door and thus protected from cat attacks, but not from general Hoarders tendencies, and when Eleanor went to put the empty ornament boxes back in it, she vowed to clean several sedimentary layers of stuff from it first. She started, but I continued earlier today, tossing a buttload of broken glass, finding odd prints and kitchen gadget pieces- and, almost instantly, locating the stash that had my thesis copy in it.
And, erm? It was on Shakespeare's Richard II. But. There was a section in it, noting WS's usages of contemporary sources, including Woodstock but also Marlowe's E2.
The thing's 104 pages with footnotes. Suppose I should scan it for posterity, huh. And read it again so I can have an intelligent discussion of it with Oliver;)
Eleanor and Emily got each other frogs. This, I knew, but I also knew I'd get to savor the moment when the assorted amphibia made it out into the open:
On the left, Kermie, one of Em's gifts to Mom. To his left, the bag of squeaky froggies Eleanor found. And to their right, Ebony, who of course thinks anything squeaky-toy in this house is HERS:
For my part for Em's giftage, I went low on quantity but aimed straight for the heart. I got her a year's membership to The Little, the Rochester art house that Eleanor and I saw so many films at in our first decade together and which Emily is now learning to love as a film student. It includes a movie a month for all of 2012, a few guest passes for friends, discounts on other assorted stuff, and came in a gift basket with travel mug, t-shirt and notecards.
Much as I hate making this kid cry, I was more than happy to take it when she was crying on purpose and the purpose was to show happiness:)
In return, I got a picture- of what's going to show up for me, apparently, after the first of the year:
Geronimo!
(The 'rents exchanged clothes- duller than those but much-needed and appreciated:)
----
I've gotten a few kudoses (kudi? kudae?) on the Yuletide Wot I Wrote, though none from the recipient yet. No hurries, no worries. As for what I received, I once again seem to have had a problem following the directions, so this is what I was supposed to have posted here besides just the thank you:
People Who Don't Understand Brecht Don't Understand Life (6686 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Rating: Mature
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darren Nichols/Geoffrey Tennant
Characters: Darren Nichols, Geoffrey Tennant, Oliver Welles
Summary: New Burbage presents Christopher Marlowe's Edward II, opening June 11, 1986. Tickets on sale now.
Yeah, that. Go.
Also, apropos of my earlier post? We all know The Doctor lies, but apparently so does The Bachelor (cum laude in English, 1981).
I found the thesis! We have a junk room in the cellar, sealed off by a door and thus protected from cat attacks, but not from general Hoarders tendencies, and when Eleanor went to put the empty ornament boxes back in it, she vowed to clean several sedimentary layers of stuff from it first. She started, but I continued earlier today, tossing a buttload of broken glass, finding odd prints and kitchen gadget pieces- and, almost instantly, locating the stash that had my thesis copy in it.
And, erm? It was on Shakespeare's Richard II. But. There was a section in it, noting WS's usages of contemporary sources, including Woodstock but also Marlowe's E2.
The thing's 104 pages with footnotes. Suppose I should scan it for posterity, huh. And read it again so I can have an intelligent discussion of it with Oliver;)
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Date: 2011-12-26 01:28 pm (UTC)Hey, my graduation paper was on Richard II, and I still have copies of it on floppy disks besides the printed copy! I wrote all the drafts by hand, and then other people computer-typed it for me, and I had no time (or was it no computer access?) to fix all the typos they made. :)
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Date: 2011-12-26 02:16 pm (UTC)Heh heh. To me, though, "floppy" will always meen this; I still have a few of THESE babies kicking round the house:
Now those really WERE floppy. Did lots of law school stuff on them, but college? Too early even for that.
I did use computers in college, though. A "virtual machine" setup, all hardwired to the Cornell mainframe, which wasn't that much different from DOS. One night in the computer lab, I wanted to show my future law school's admissions committee how hi-tech I was, so I wrote my application essay on the computer and proudly popped my ONLY COPY of the hardcopy blank form into the typewriter platen of the printer (after removing the toilet-paper roll of their paper) to bang it out.
Which it did- until 23:59:59.
Then, a dreaded pause. Followed by a hiccup, and the following horrid line-
CORNELL UNIV VM370/168 THE TIME IS 00:00:00 ON [whatever bloody date it was]
-followed by another hiccup and the remaining lines of my perfectly printed essay.
Which is why, a month or so later, I did NOT entrust my thesis to that thing....
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Date: 2011-12-26 05:00 pm (UTC)We had the second kind at high school though (and we had Pravets computers too, but a computer at home was an unthinkable luxury). We learned to write programs in a language called BASIC.
http://www.pravetz.info/
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_computer_hardware_in_Soviet_Bloc_countries