I am the fountain of affection

This is part of the job of being a responsible pet owner, but life with Nikita lately has gotten a bit much "Good night, Westley, I'll most likely kill you in the morning."

Last Thursday rmd and I had dinner with my parents and brother. It went well. We got home and closed the door, and she proposed. I said yes. :)

If you live near rmd and me, and want to help dig through the last day or so's accumulated snow to get your vehicle off the street, we can work something out.

I'm screening replies in case of personal info.

It's sold out, and I have an extra ticket. $6 if you want to pay me back, but that's not really the point. Want to come?

 

Harvard Square, 6:45 (waitlist seating begins at 6:55)

 

https://www.eventbrite.com/e/glenn-greenwald-and-noam-chomsky-discuss-no-place-to-hide-edward-snowden-the-nsa-and-the-us-tickets-11283943579

 

Taken!

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(I found it first, but rmd beat me to posting it. But LJ is sluggish enough at the moment that it's easier to post via app than get to her post.)

 

Conway's game of life implementing the game of life

 

It's turtles all the way up!

 

It's our first time using the

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Still a lot of work (she's still out--I'm inside the door letting my toes thaw)--but heaps faster than shoveling.

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Recommended for 1) the awesome triple rainbow and 2) the awesome geekery by wrog on where the heck the third arc came from.

We have a drip. In the third-floor ceiling.

Well, now we have a hole.

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It's been enlarged since this pic.

EDIT: So yeah, a little repetitive sound while we were watching TV turned out to be a slow drip onto my laptop keyboard (which appears to have sustained no damage). One drop at a time was seeping through a hairline crack in the plaster. We moved cruft and furniture, rmd cut into the ceiling (which I would not dare do, but hey, I'm not a former electrician!) pulled out insulation and stuff, and found what *appears* to be a small leak of wetness driven sideways by the wind, as opposed to a serious roof problem. We hope. A bucket is in place.

ObSubjectLine: And we left the TiVo paused shortly before Gene Wilder says, "The name! Is! Frankenstein!"

today's Woot shirt. If you're *really* sentimental, don't read the write-up.

For those unfamiliar with Woot, the shirt is $12 today and $15 thereafter until they don't sell enough of it to keep it around. For those *familiar* with Woot, note they've changed where they get their T-shirt blanks from recently and the fit may be slightly different.