Saturday the 20th: Sleep! Thunder, lightning, rain, computer woes.

I think the eye screensaver that you get when you close your eyes and it's dark is a fairly universal thing? Your eye, not getting much/any input, starts either generating its own, or there's finally enough not-input that you can see the eye's own local noise. Either way, it happens.

The first color to show up in my eye screensaver was green. Green, green, green. Just a green screen. Then, later in childhood, I started to see blue, usually in concentric circles drawing inward on the green. I would try to get back to just a blank green display, but blue always kept creeping in. They'd start blending, too.

Later still, sometime in adulthood, I started seeing red as well. Then the red started mixing with the blue, for purple. So I got green, blue, red, and purple.

On the 20th, I got yellow for the first time ever. Red and green mixed. That gave me orange, too. Then I got white. I was so amazingly excited.

Sunday the 21st: Continued computer woes, some housecleanings, webcomicing.

Monday the 22nd:
Have got behind on my writing. I am annoyed with myself over this. Writing. Also checking out the electric kettle my aunt gave me. Verdict: YAY. Went on an evening walk with my aunt. Told her about the new development in behind-the-eye colors.

Tuesday 12:26 PM 11/23/2010
I want a peer-reviewed Journal of Bustification, which publishes results of lab testing things covered on MythBusters. They don't have the time or budget to do things properly-properly on the show, but it would be an amazing extra, and they could then refer back to results from it on the show.

I also got on a tangent about religion, some of which wound up on Twitter. My thoughts on religion, groups organized by religion, and the like are very complicated. I am actively hostile towards organized Christianity, which should not be a surprise to anyone who has known me for longer than about thirty seconds. On the other hand, some of my best friends are Christians. The problem is probably majority groups that don't own their privilege and feel a religious calling to make everyone else become like them. I really, really, really do not like anyone else attempting to tell me that my religious beliefs will make me burn in a Hell that doesn't exist.

Also, the state of the TSA in the US is appalling. It doesn't make me feel safer. Let us examine Mr. Savage's 12" razor blades that he accidentally left in his jacket while flying.

There was Glee, the episode where we meet Sue's mother, and we understand so much all of a sudden.


Wednesday 11/24:
I was obsessing over the title and concept "Data Structures for Assholes", like, to a totally inappropriate degree. I suddenly wanted an "X for Assholes" series of books, but less focused on abusing the reader than the MS Paint Adventures series, and more focused on pointing out the various horrible features of things that can be done. One of the various high-on-caffeine things I said while ferrying Tria & friend to the movie was "Urban planning for assholes!" about Berkeley's various streets that are confusing in the dark to the n00b. (Also in Urban Planning for Assholes: bad/nonexistent curb cuts.)

I decamped to my aunt's, to watch the dogs while my aunt and uncle were out of town for Thanksgiving.