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March 29, 2005

Shooting on the 110

This wasn't me:

Man found shot to death after crashing car on 110 Freeway

LOS ANGELES (AP) -- An investigation is under way on the northbound 110 Freeway in Los Angeles after the driver of a car that had crashed into the center divider was found shot to death.

Courtesy of Noemi.

Posted by KinCross at 05:21 PM | Comments (0)

AmberCon US 2005 Preview

Here's the schedule, because the absence of which was a concern to at least one person:

Slot 1: Godzilla Versus the Pattern Monster (John Davies)
Slot 2: Son of a Bitch Must Pay (Madeline Ferwerda)
Slot 3: A Double Dozen Seas (Kit Kindred)
Slot 4: Ill Met in Amber (Kit Kindred)
Slot 5: Ebb Tide: Undertow 2 (Simone Cooper, et al)
Slot 6: A Frosty Dinner (Wendi and Sean Frost)
Slot 7: Force 10 from Avalon (Kit Kindred)
Slot 8: ShadowWorld WWII (Edwin Voskamp)

Kit, I'm going to be sick of you by the end of the weekend. =)

Oh, and maybe--just maybe--a certain game in Slot 6 might see an appearance of Cat.

Posted by KinCross at 12:50 PM | Comments (0)

WoW

In case anyone was trying to find me during those odd times where I can get online and game.

Somewhat Active

Uther: Naeve, 40 Human Rogue Skinner Leatherworker
Lightbringer: Marlena, 16 Human Warrior Miner Blacksmith
Lightbringer: Ermine, 9 Human Priest Herbalist Alchemist
Shadowsong: Naeve, 17 Night Elf Druid Herbalist Alchemist

Not Quite So Active to Inactive

Uther: Siobhan, 11 Night Elf Hunter Skinner Leatherworker
Argent Dawn: Shaelynne, 11 Human Paladin Miner Blacksmith
Scarlet Crusade: Biessy, 7 Tauren Shaman Skinner Leatherworker (yes, it's wordplay on Mad Cow Disease)
Lightbringer: Malecappa, 1 Gnome Warlock (wordplay on Dark Helmet)

Posted by KinCross at 12:40 PM | Comments (0)

"Everything was great until someone passed me a tube of lube."

Thanks to a timely call from Sanjay, I was reminded that it's now prime wildflower season in the desert, especially with all the rain this year. Alas, my next three weekends are completely shot (Ambercon in Detroit, ILP Class Weekend, Center Meeting), so it's a good thing that I was able to get out and take a look around this past Sunday.

After some hemming and hawing about time and destinations with my roommate, Henry, we drove out to Joshua Tree National Park and spent a few hours of the afternoon poking around the shrubs and rocks. As much as the flowers were the driver for the trip, I really enjoyed climbing all over the rocks more. Walked away with a bunch of pictures and perhaps a skewed image of what a desert is supposed to look like. Quite frankly, it was pretty green, but I don't really have an image of a burnt brown desert to compare it to. I've only been out in the desert during wildflower season.

Or on the way to Vegas, which was usually in the dark.

We tried to find Roy's Restaurant on the way back, but by the time we figured out it was in Rancho Mirage, we'd already passed it and were floating around Palm Springs. Finding Palm Canyon Drive in Palm Springs though, there was a wealth of food choices, so we stopped.

There was just about every kind of food you could name and there was a really fun hip crowd drifting all over, so it was a really fun atmosphere. To top it off, there was a street fair going on nearby.

Everything was great until someone passed me a tube of lube.

Pretty bizarre experience, really. I'm used to being passed samples of gum or shampoo, but it was definitely a surprise to get a tube of something that pretty much looked like KY Jelly with an ad on the back for a website for men to hook up with men for casual sex.

The timing was spot on, too, as I had just commented that I thought we'd wandered into the "gay part of town," without knowing that Palm Springs is an apparent gay mecca in Southern California.

It's all good. There were a lot of great sounding parties around, spilling out onto the streets and such and had it been a different night and if we weren't a little dusty from hiking in the desert, I may have considered stopping into see what the nightlife was like, but as it was, we were just hungry, so we ended up at a French-Belgian place called Pomme Frite (literally, "Fried Potato," or french fries).

The food was amazing. Henry had a mixed grill of salmon and mahi mahi and I had duck a l'orange. Both were superbly prepared and, if I were in the area again and didn't slag off to Roy's, I'd consider going to Pomme Frite again. The deserts were fantastic, too, with Henry finding a contender for Soo Sun's ongoing search for the perfect creme brulee.

After that, it was a fairly uneventful drive home, with me slipping in and out of consciousness (thankfully, Henry was driving at this point). I love spleen chi deficiency...

Pictures to follow at some point, but it may be during or after Ambercon.

Posted by KinCross at 12:14 PM | Comments (0)

March 14, 2005

Hi, Angela

It's been over eight years since I've seen you.

It's exactly seven years since you left my life and yours. Some might say that it was premature, that you left before your time.

I like to think that you left when it was your time, and those of us that remained learned from your time with us and from our time without you.

You are missed, but I know where I can find you, whether or not I am able to join you there or not.

Watch over me, please, for I could really use the help, and I'd like your company to show you what I've done and what I will do.

Angela Tong, may whatever messenger finds you soonest this day bear my wishes to you.

Love (and I never said this enough when I had the chance),
Ian

Posted by KinCross at 06:47 PM | Comments (4)

March 08, 2005

Life as a Rowboat

Consider for a moment that life is like a rowboat.

Everyone has a preconceived idea of what a rowboat should look like and what we should do to make the rowboat turn and row toward a particular direction called Our Dreams.

Now, consider that our idea of what the rowboat looks like is completely inconsistent with the reality of the boat. The real boat is a crazily misshapen thing that is lucky to be afloat.

... and our "success" and happiness is entirely dependent on what we've learned about our boat's shape and how to make it move in the direction we want.

Posted by KinCross at 11:36 PM | Comments (0)