weapons of massdistraction

All week I’ve been feeling really low energy and my attention…it wanders. Somehow I’ve managed to accomplish a few important tasks though. Like taking Olive to the vet to be spayed and taking the kid to the dentist. Considering his oral hygiene history, the latter was somewhere between worst and best case scenario. We’re going back next week for the follow up. If I’m lucky maybe they’ll be playing that little ditty about Jack and Diane in the waiting room again (or still) so that I’ll never get it out of my head.

I heard rumors of some LARPing going on in Brackett Field the other night. I conveyed this information to a friend over IM, along with a link to the Iron Man Mark III Suit. It was a bit muddled, admittedly, so he came to the conclusion that it was Iron Man specific LARPing. Now that would be something.

The Yiddish Policeman’s Union by Michael Chabon was already at the top of my reading list, but tonight I heard him talking about it on Fresh Air. He so easily articulates feelings I’ve had trouble putting into words. I’ve spent way too much of my life on the “what if” story, rewriting my personal history in my head. But he’s done that on a grander scale, just as other alternative history novels have done. A personal favorite of mine is The Years of Rice and Salt. Chabon was inspired, at least partially, by Lest Darkness Fall - about what would have happened if Rome never fell. I’ll have to read that too, after I read Chabon’s latest.

Bonus: I’ve posted before about The Codex Seraphinianus - which must be seen to be believed. But this article raises a good point…how mysterious is a mysterious text if the author is still alive (and emailing)? Yet the author of the essay still goes on about its coquettish impenetrability.
Plus: I’ve been invited back to Geek Prom this year. But what to wear? Hmmm.
And: Along with about a billion and one other things going on this Saturday, it’s also free comic book day.