Writings:2008 NaNoWriMo novel, Dreams - Revision history

Rob: /* actionscript */

2008-11-29T20:53:57Z

actionscript

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	Walking around a courtyard, reading the names of some articles in the index of some actionscript tutorials, I found several that would apply to what I want to do. There's tons of information online about all the things I want to do. The most interesting article had some source code in its title: ''how to add tags from DB without doing <nowiki><a href tag [tag ID from DB]></nowiki>'' which I realized is basically how I would have done it had I needed to do that, so I was interested to see their solution.		Walking around a courtyard, reading the names of some articles in the index of some actionscript tutorials, I found several that would apply to what I want to do. There's tons of information online about all the things I want to do. The most interesting article had some source code in its title: ''how to add tags from DB without doing <nowiki><a href tag [tag ID from DB]></nowiki>'' which I realized is basically how I would have done it had I needed to do that, so I was interested to see their solution.

			== code, sbstrm, keys ==

			'''5:32pm JST Sunday 30 November 2008 (day 14130)'''

			Testing and debugging Travis' software, which could display information about people's personalities.

			I happened to sit by a woman who I had met, but who didn't remember I worked at 7hz. She called someone and started talking about sbstrm, wanting to create an equivalent system, completely stealig our idea. She goes, "sbstrm has 15, 9, 0, and 9 bits of data, so how much would it take to do that?" and the guy with whom she was speaking was defending the sbstrm system, saying, "well (not only do your "specs" mean nothing) there's a lot f information that we cannot get about sbstrm, like all their clients and information about them in a massive database."

			The woman still thought she could build a better system, and kept trying to find ways to do it.

			Jesse and I were on a tree stump, enjoying an earthquake as I was hanging from a gymnastics ring hanging from the trees above us. I pulled the ring all the way to the ground to connect it with the earthquake and see if I could detect the earthquake before it happened. I noted some fiber optic cables in the ground that were designed to do the same thing, as I was periodically interrupted by Jesse exclaiming alternate joy and anger when unveiling his new toy, some sort of vehicle or tent with a little (little!) scooter attached to the back. He got the scooter out, "woohoo!" and knocked over some tools, "God dammit!" and I was like, "Jesse! You shouldn't say that, as a self-professed Christian," and he agreed, but said he had trouble at times.

			We were looking for a way to attach his tool kit to the tent so it wouldn't fall, and I could see he needed to use a screw, but which screw would attach well to one layer of cardboard? I looked at pictures of the various screws he had, which each looked like screws wrapped around other screws, twisted like pipe cleaners, and I told him those would just rip a huge hole in the cardboard, so he should use these instead, and went on to explain that the screws wrapped around screws were good for screwing into wood, as it would regrow around them and lock into place. I wasn't sure if my logic was correct in this case, thinking to myself, 'but isn't wood 'dead'?' but answering, 'not as dead as cardboard!' and certainly agreeing with myself.

			A shinkansen went by and we were like, "yeah!" but it was only two cars, so not as impressive as it could have been. A woman from his church came up to me all smoochy like, "hi Rob!" and kissing me on the cheeks a bit too closely for comfort, and I just said HI, but didn't really respond back because I couldn't tell if she was like that with everyone or if I should remember her from somewhere. I went into the caravan where Jesse was standing with his friends and I go, "hmmm mmm???" meaning 'who's she?' but not wanting anyone else to understand. Jesse goes, "oh, that's Cortrina," as if that explained everything without giving anything away to others who might know who she is.

			I realized I had left my keys at the camp, and was talking again to the woman who was trying to steal sbstrm, but this time on the phone. She and I had been quiet for a bit, so when I arrived back at the YRUU camp, my brain was like, "I'm home!" and hung up the phone, but then immediately called her back cause I was like, "oh yeah, we had been 'talking'" and the guy who answered was like, "good thing you called back, because her computer just died, and that's the only place she has your phone number.." oh yeah, good thing, then, I agreed. I sat down outside at a picnic table with my YRUU mates and then Samuel L Jackson drove up in his car, looked over at me, then turned off the car and put my keys down in front of me, started the car again with different keys and drove away.

			My keys!

Rob: /* copy from journal */

2008-11-28T23:34:45Z

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 "Oh, I think she would enjoy that very well," I replied, referring to my non-existant wife. "You can just give the bear to the librarian and she'll take care of it."
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Rob: /* train cars */

2008-11-28T23:27:35Z

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	== train cars ==		== train cars ==

	'''7:59pm JST Saturday 29 November 2008 (day 14129)'''		'''5:59pm JST Saturday 29 November 2008 (day 14129)'''

	My friends and I came across a section of train tracks where we could ride/drive some handdriven cars down a small hill and then up a peak that amounted to two quarter pipes back to back. Looking up the tracks, I could see when my friend could safely start his descent. We used our phones as radios; we had one person (me) at the peak, one person driving the hand car, and a couple people at the bottom of the hill on the other side of the peak.		My friends and I came across a section of train tracks where we could ride/drive some handdriven cars down a small hill and then up a peak that amounted to two quarter pipes back to back. Looking up the tracks, I could see when my friend could safely start his descent. We used our phones as radios; we had one person (me) at the peak, one person driving the hand car, and a couple people at the bottom of the hill on the other side of the peak.

	The first came down no problem, jumping over the peak and having a hilarious time. We all laughed and loved it. The next guy went and had the same success. For the next one, I went away from the peak and up a hill to get an overview of the whole section of track we were using. The guy decided to do several handcars all connected. He came down the hill no worries, but when jumping over the peak, the first three cars made it, but then the last three cars didn't make it, and rolled backwards down the peak. I immediately thought to call my friends and alert them of the trouble so we could get it cleaned up as soon as possible, but as I ran down the hill to the peak, I couldn't find my friends names in my phone's phonebook. I arrived down where I had been and found the hand cars buried in snow, and one of them disassembled and derailed. I didn't realize how easily ~~they~~ could come apart; but they were actually split down the center so the wheels could be ~~separated or~~		The first came down no problem, jumping over the peak and having a hilarious time. We all laughed and loved it. The next guy went and had the same success. For the next one, I went away from the peak and up a hill to get an overview of the whole section of track we were using. The guy decided to do several handcars all connected. He came down the hill no worries, but when jumping over the peak, the first three cars made it, but then the last three cars didn't make it, and rolled backwards down the peak. I immediately thought to call my friends and alert them of the trouble so we could get it cleaned up as soon as possible, but as I ran down the hill to the peak, I couldn't find my friends names in my phone's phonebook. I arrived down where I had been and found the hand cars buried in snow, and one of them disassembled and derailed.

			A woman came down the hill and across the track, but her one wheeled car got stuck in the sand. She was worried about getting across the track so started to spin and spin her tire, only making things worse, so I helped her calm down and lifted her car a bit to get it unstuck and she rolled away.

			I didn't realize how easily these hand cars could come apart; but they were actually split down the center so the wheels' separation could be adjusted to fit various sized tracks. I figured out how to put the car back together by looking at the others on the track, and found the pieces I needed in the snow.

			== actionscript ==

			'''8:23pm JST Saturday 29 November 2008 (day 14129)'''

			Walking around a courtyard, reading the names of some articles in the index of some actionscript tutorials, I found several that would apply to what I want to do. There's tons of information online about all the things I want to do. The most interesting article had some source code in its title: ''how to add tags from DB without doing <nowiki><a href tag [tag ID from DB]></nowiki>'' which I realized is basically how I would have done it had I needed to do that, so I was interested to see their solution.

Rob: writing, not finished

2008-11-28T23:12:33Z

writing, not finished

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	"Oh, I think she would enjoy that very well," I replied, referring to my non-existant wife. "You can just give the bear to the librarian and she'll take care of it."		"Oh, I think she would enjoy that very well," I replied, referring to my non-existant wife. "You can just give the bear to the librarian and she'll take care of it."

			== copy from journal ==

			== train cars ==

			'''7:59pm JST Saturday 29 November 2008 (day 14129)'''

			My friends and I came across a section of train tracks where we could ride/drive some handdriven cars down a small hill and then up a peak that amounted to two quarter pipes back to back. Looking up the tracks, I could see when my friend could safely start his descent. We used our phones as radios; we had one person (me) at the peak, one person driving the hand car, and a couple people at the bottom of the hill on the other side of the peak.

			The first came down no problem, jumping over the peak and having a hilarious time. We all laughed and loved it. The next guy went and had the same success. For the next one, I went away from the peak and up a hill to get an overview of the whole section of track we were using. The guy decided to do several handcars all connected. He came down the hill no worries, but when jumping over the peak, the first three cars made it, but then the last three cars didn't make it, and rolled backwards down the peak. I immediately thought to call my friends and alert them of the trouble so we could get it cleaned up as soon as possible, but as I ran down the hill to the peak, I couldn't find my friends names in my phone's phonebook. I arrived down where I had been and found the hand cars buried in snow, and one of them disassembled and derailed. I didn't realize how easily they could come apart; but they were actually split down the center so the wheels could be separated or

Rob: added a few days

2008-11-26T22:36:05Z

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	To give the cow a taste of her own medicine, he gently pushed with the two scoops of a front loader on the cow's butt, making the cow lean closer toward the fire. The cow started to squeal like a cat, but was no match for the mass and strength of the front loader. He then pulled the cow back, equally far away from the fire, and the cow continued to squeal like a cat. Because moving the cow away from the fire was less dangerous than toward the fire, he kept pulling until the cow was forced to sit down on its haunches like a dog. Then with the front loader, he gently lifted it back up to its feet.		To give the cow a taste of her own medicine, he gently pushed with the two scoops of a front loader on the cow's butt, making the cow lean closer toward the fire. The cow started to squeal like a cat, but was no match for the mass and strength of the front loader. He then pulled the cow back, equally far away from the fire, and the cow continued to squeal like a cat. Because moving the cow away from the fire was less dangerous than toward the fire, he kept pulling until the cow was forced to sit down on its haunches like a dog. Then with the front loader, he gently lifted it back up to its feet.

			== flying, sex, roller coaster, train ==

			'''9:19pm JST Sunday 23 November 2008 (day 14123)'''

			Flying over a football field, I knew I could do anything I wanted, but had a little bit of trouble flying.

			As the teacher in an unruly classroom, I went from classroom to classroom handing out test pamphlets for the students to take a test. I would give out a few at a time to students and say "pass them on; we're going to take a test." and they would hand them to the few students around them. The classrooms were dispersed throughout the floor, and the students sort haphazardly scattered throughout the area, so there wasn't an easy way to pass out the pamphlets.

			I saw Jackie Purdy and gave her a kiss, saying "you're exempt from the test." and then by way of explanaion, "my dream, my choice," and everyone agreed I could do what I wanted in my dreams.

			So another girl was like, "so if you want, you can have sex with me?" and I was like, "absolutely," and I gave her a kiss and told her to take off her clothes, which she did happily. I entered her missionary style and everything was good for a bit but then I lost my erection as something else distracted me in the dream.

			Two more times I came back to this girl and tried again, first with a kiss and her affections toward me, but then when it was due course for intercourse I had very little staying power, just losing interest instead of making her lose her mind.

			Laura Wallace was coming home, and I gave her a kiss and helped her get ready for bed because she had had a long day. Her mom and dad remembered me so I said HI to them, and they left us alone to talk for a bit.

			- - - -

			I had a chance to design two sections of a roller coaster and they were added to the ride.

			I was sitting at the top of a hill overlooking the ride, pretty excited that it was working, and wanting to go down and ride. The coaster came by, and someone was asking how the coaster driver was trained, as if the first person in the train was controlling it.

			- - - -

			A new train line was being tested; it worked fine as the train rolled through new sections of tracks in warehouses. The tracks were temporary, made of plastic. The train was working just fine and then suddenly it went past all its other stops to the end of the line as the announcer guy said, "uh sorry; we have a problem with the train so we're going to the end of the line where you can get off and onto a new train."

			I knew they were lying because the train was working just fine; they just wanted to get us all off the train in the wrong area so we would have to use the train again to get back. A new train came, with cameras watching it and people walking all over the track in its wake. They had made a big media event out of it, so I knew it would take a while. I just started walking down the hill toward where the train would go so I could save a few hundred yen by catching the train for a shorter duration. I noted the tracks were even less permanent; just plastic crossties with grooves in them for the wheels. Then the tracks made a hard right turn by extending some really long ties to the next warehouse. I was surprised at this, knowing the train cars couldn't make a right turn and I realized they must not turn here, but just slide sideways one car at a time.

			== preparation for ultimate ==

			'''9:21pm JST Monday 24 November 2008 (day 14124)'''

			Preparing for a trip with peeps from ultimate, I was in charge of having a place available for everyone to stay.

			Taking a shower, I sealed the dreain in the bath tub so all the water would stay in and keep my feet warm. I hadn't brought shampoo with me, so I searched around in the shower area and found some sort of gel that was supposed to be good for moisturizing skin. I had never used it before, but I recognized the brand name and blue jar and white translucent jelly lookin' stuff inside. Someone had used a bobby pin to scoop some of the gel out, and the thin but deep groove was still intact in the jelly. I scooped out a similar volume with my finger, being careful not to cause the carved groove to collapse.

			I washed my face with the jelly and noted it was alcohol based, not exactly conduscive to moisturize skin, I thought, but I was just careful to keep my eyes closed.

			It was time to go, and I headed out of the apartment and off the fifth floor balcony down to the parking lot below. The lot looked a lot like a parking lot for a shopping mall, bustling with activity and shopping carts. I headed down the hill (the entire landscape was sloping down toward the right) toward what I hoped was the right direction.

			Another guy called me back as he was coming out. I had thought I was the last one, so I went back to make sure he was okay, but then some people from the mall area were asking him about the location of a store, and he went toward the left out of the balcony. I had trouble seeing him for all the cars and posts in the way as I was down in the parking lot, but I sent him a mental message to come toward the right when he was finished.

			== YRUUers on TV ==

			'''6:57pm JST Tuesday 25 November 2008 (day 14125)'''

			Saw Adam Lock walking away from me down the hall. I knew he might be drafted to the war soon, so I gave him a long-distance reiki blessing to help him come back intact. I pretended to be asleep when he arrived at my room to say bye, but I hoped he would talk to me to wake me up. He didn't, but just said a silent goodbye, and then left. I woke up a bit later, wondering where I had left my suitcase. I got up, put a red towel around my birthday suit and found my suitcase was already on my bed; I had been using it as a pillow. The room in which I had slept was rather large for just one person. I went to another room and turned on the light. Gene was in there sleeping, so I tried to turn off the light, but the switch wasn't working the way I thought it would. Finally got the switch turned off, and then went into the main room where the plan for the day was being explained to everyone. How did I not know about this meeting? Why didn't anyone wake everyone up before the meeting? I guess it's okay to sleep through it given that Gene and someone else was still sleeping.

			I couldn't hear anything in the meeting anyway, but Mandy Jacobson on TV reacted to me coming into the room, so I waved back at her, and then Abbey Tennis started speaking as Mandy Jacobson on TV started holding up a beaker of transluscent black liquid. Abbey said, "earlier today we showed this brown liquid, but it appears black on the TV." I wasn't sure what was the point of this information, but they explained it.

			== ice berg swimming ==

			'''4:14pm JST Wednesday 26 November 2008 (day 14126)'''

			On a large ice berg, with some large ice bergs around it, and land on one side, with PB people, we were trying to get everyone back to land, but my roommate Shawn wanted to go to the next ice berg. We were yelling to him to get him to come back, but he was already in the water, nearly to the other ice berg. I wanted to send someone after hm, but couldn't, so we just continued to yell and pleaad with him to come this way. Then he wanted to goto the next ice berg, and we were like, "doooood it's farther away than you think!" but he headed over to it as well.

			Then a small boat came our direction and I tried to stabilize it when it got to us, but just then a big wave capsized the boat; basically a big flat canoe, and we were in the water around the ice ber trying to get the canoe back upright.

			== farts ==

			'''6:06pm JST Wednesday 26 November 2008 (day 14126)'''

			Talking to Ami, telling her I had had the most gaseous farts all day. I was describing them by making a long series of explosion sounds with my voice. "Today my butt was all ________, _______" where the _____ represent English-unspellable glotteral throat noises using my uvula to simulate fart noises. I kept going on and on just for effect, way longer than what was actually true, just because I like making Ami laugh.

			I was writing about this occurrence in my diary and then realized I need to call my mom, so I did that and she was happy to hear from me, and had read my diary and made some funny comment or question about it. Glad to talk to my mom; it had been a while!

			== space soldier with stuffed animals ==

			'''6:37pm JST Thursday 27 November 2008 (day 14127)'''

			In some sort of space military, we were engaged in battle, but for some reason our spherical ships were offline for the moment. The battle was going on, and each soldier was in his spherical ship, waiting for them to be released. The ships were inside a larger ship, with rows of ports where each sphere connected.

			Many ongoing discussions, and then suddenly all the spheres began to come to life, like the had all just been charged up and turned on. Inside one sphere, I witnessed it clunking out of its port into a groove with all the other spheres, and then each in turn rolling down toward the launching chute and shooting out into space to engage the enemy. The spheres didn't roll, or if they did our point of view remained steady within them. But they did have full manueverability when we got into space. Could just go anywhere any direction we pleased. Could shoot the bad guys with lasers launched out from our feet.

			When our spheres went online, there was a lot of excited chatter on the radio as we went into battle. For me, the battle inspace lasted only a few minutes, and then I was inside a facility, with the sphere on my back, but it was just a heavy round energy pack I carried around. I still had pretty decent manueverability, but it was using my legs walking around on carpet instead of in the freedom of space.

			A superior (by several years) was training me, and I was a bit cocky liek, "yeah yeah I can do dat" I saw a bad guy walking through the hall (indicated by red numbers floating under his feet as he walked). If I killed bad guys with red numbers, I would get that number of points added to my score. If anyone with green numbers was killed in my vicinity, I would lose that number of points from my score.

			Walking toward the library, away from the bad guy who was being handled by the older soldier, I could hear people commenting about my slow pace and squeaking boots that sounded like squishing water with each labored step I took. The weapon on my back was quite heavy, and forced my posture to like a 45 degree angle as I walked. The squishing sound was leather squeaking boots.

			I arrived in the library and walked in by moving a shelf open like a door instead of walking in where everyone else did. I wanted to surprise any bad guys by coming in quickly and unexpectedly. I didn't see anyone with numbers, red or green, but I did notice a woman make eye contact with me, so I began making my way over there, aware that it could be a trap, and even if not, the corner of every eye in the place would be watching me, so I maintained a professional, polite, killer face, keeping my eyes on the room as I wound around the quietly crowded tables to get to her.

			Everyone in the library was studiously reading, and as cramped as a cafeteria might be. One quick glance around the room before I leaned my head close to the woman, "you called, ma'am?"

			"Uh, yes, I noticed your wife's collection of stuffed animals behind the water bottle," she began, and though I knew I didn't have a wife (the animals in question were mine), I didn't react; that could be the end of me immediately (you react, you die! was our mantra), or could cause embarrassment to the woman, and require a long story to explain that they were my rabbit and cow, so I just let her continue.

			"and I wondered if she would like to have my white bear named "Benny" to add to her collection?"

			"Oh, I think she would enjoy that very well," I replied, referring to my non-existant wife. "You can just give the bear to the librarian and she'll take care of it."

Rob: /* visiting dad's house */

2008-11-22T02:52:04Z

visiting dad's house

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	I opened the door to the house and was surprised to find Karen at home! I said HI to her, and she commented like, "I had wondered what that noise was, but I couldn't see anything through the window," which was lightly veiled with a thin white drape.		I opened the door to the house and was surprised to find Karen at home! I said HI to her, and she commented like, "I had wondered what that noise was, but I couldn't see anything through the window," which was lightly veiled with a thin white drape.

			== cow tipping ==

			'''9:11pm JST Saturday 22 November 2008 (day 14122)'''

			To give the cow a taste of her own medicine, he gently pushed with the two scoops of a front loader on the cow's butt, making the cow lean closer toward the fire. The cow started to squeal like a cat, but was no match for the mass and strength of the front loader. He then pulled the cow back, equally far away from the fire, and the cow continued to squeal like a cat. Because moving the cow away from the fire was less dangerous than toward the fire, he kept pulling until the cow was forced to sit down on its haunches like a dog. Then with the front loader, he gently lifted it back up to its feet.

Rob: adding three days

2008-11-19T22:41:24Z

adding three days

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	My visa status was incorrect, so I stamped a new stamp in my passport to fix it, but realized it didn't have all the same markings as an official stamp, so I wondered if it would work, or get me into worse trouble. Then I decided to scribble it out, but thought that might make things even worse worse, so I did nothing.		My visa status was incorrect, so I stamped a new stamp in my passport to fix it, but realized it didn't have all the same markings as an official stamp, so I wondered if it would work, or get me into worse trouble. Then I decided to scribble it out, but thought that might make things even worse worse, so I did nothing.

			== almost made it with Tamara ==

			'''7:24pm JST Wednesday 19 November 2008 (day 14119)'''

			In Tamara's experimental greenhouse, which was combined with her house, and featured all sorts of plants, mostly flowers, and bags of seeds and beakers and decanters of a biological laboratory, I was talking to her about possibly combining my seed with hers, to, just for experiment's sake, see what kind of offspring would be produced. I literally was thinking altruistically, and believed this experiment could be done without violating any social norms, nor agreements made with others. As we got into the details of how it would work, I began to realize it would require a direct deposit, as opposed to a combination in the lab. At first I was like, "ooh; this is great news!" and then I remembered the agreement I had recently made with Ami, and realized I shouldn't do this experiment, although I seriously considered doing it anyway, under the scientific endeavor of research.

			Tamara began making preparations for the connection, and I began mulling over in my head if I could complete the task and what I would say afterward. Decided I probably shouldn't do it. Just as it was too late, I realized I could do it, for there would be no reproductions nor reprecussions, but it was too late; Tamara had left.

			== sandy beach with Dad ==

			'''7:35pm JST Wednesday 19 November 2008 (day 14119)'''

			About to go sailing with my dad, on a rather large cruise ship, we were waiting for the ship to arrive, but we were not in a port facility, nor even on a dock. Simply on a steep sandly slope that fortunately was not getting into my clothes despite having sat in the sand. I noted the sand was wet, but remembered I was wearing snow pants, so perhaps they were waterproofingly keeping the water from the sand from soaking through to my butt.

			Around the point toward the right on this penninsula, we saw a large ship with KONAMI written on the side, offloading stuff directly to their sports facility. I was a bit surprised they didn't use the port, but decided it must be a lot cheaper to just haul their equipment up the hill, instead of hiring trucks to carry it across town. That gym equipment is heavy by its very nature!

			Dad was playing on the sloping beach, causing an occassional slump of sand down toward the sea when he got to close to the steep part of the hill. After a bit, I could feel the sand eroding from under me, so I suggested that we move up a bit. Dad suddenly noted that he too was slipping, and I took his hand to pull him up. He had just gotten off work, so was wearing a striped gray suit, and had some papers in his hand. Likewise, I held the book I had been reading, _Bleeding Sun_, and didn't want to get that wet. So we inched our way up the hill, me crabwalking using my two feet, butt and left elbow as my left hand held the book, and my right arm extended to grab my dad's right hand, while he climbed forward up the hill, using both feet and his left elbow.

			We reminded me of some sort of robot contraption, and I thought it might be easier if we had just put our respective reading material down, but then I realized the folly; they would get soaked! We made it up the hill to stable ground and I noted that a lot of people had accumulated, watching our climbing effort with some interest.

			One guy spoke up, something like, "Now, check out these two, working hard to make it up the hill while not getting themselves dirty. A great effort required for such a skill!"

			My dad chimed in "yeah!" with a tone of voice that says he's simply trying to make conversation, but didn't hear the details of what was said.

			The guy continued, "all because our government decided not to build a dock for us. Mother fuckers."

			My dad thought the guy was making fun of us, and was suddenly wishing he hadn't said anything until he knew what had been the guy's intention. I tried to explain, without drawing attention, that the guy was just angry about the lack of a dock, and was using our hard work as an example, and we shouldn't be embarrassed nor ashamed of anything; we're here having a great time! Who cares what he thinks!

			== visiting dad's house ==

			'''7:23am JST Thursday 20 November 2008 (day 14120)'''

			While watching a garbage truck be connected with a large trash can (or perhaps dumping its garbage out from the back of the truck), the captain of PB's new ship and I were having a casual chat when he asked a sortof weird question.

			"If your father was the captain, do you think he would drink while working?"

			"Well," I started looking for the 'correct' answer; I didn't know this guy well enough that I thought he might want the truth. "I'm sure that there's a lot of stress on this job, so it would be important to find a way to relax. But while actually driving the ship, I know he would not be affected by alcohol," I spoke a truth without revealing that I had never seen my dad drunk before, and think he may have stopped drinking altogether in the 10+ years that I've not lived at his house.

			Later, driving Mr Van on the way to my old house in Spring, Texas, I came up on some construction right across the street from the house, but it was forcing traffic to divert such that I would have to go miles and miles around to get back to the house from a different direction. I thanked the construction guy after asking him if I could "just drive over the curb here," and into the drive way, and he said "no."

			I noticed another equally short way I could get to the house, and I pulled into the driveway. I got my luggage out of the back of Mr Van, and pulled it up to the front door. One of the wheels made a strange repeated thunking noise, along with a scraping slide leading up to each thunk.

			I opened the door to the house and was surprised to find Karen at home! I said HI to her, and she commented like, "I had wondered what that noise was, but I couldn't see anything through the window," which was lightly veiled with a thin white drape.

Rob: /* visa */

2008-11-16T22:26:10Z

visa

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	The video continues with a presentation from dancers right out of flying carpet Arabia. One scene of their dance featured a guy with a long curving sword, with a spiral end. He whirled it around his arms for a second and then ritually cut a broomstick into three pieces, but did it so quickly and precisely that the stick didn't fall even though it was only being held by the ends.		The video continues with a presentation from dancers right out of flying carpet Arabia. One scene of their dance featured a guy with a long curving sword, with a spiral end. He whirled it around his arms for a second and then ritually cut a broomstick into three pieces, but did it so quickly and precisely that the stick didn't fall even though it was only being held by the ends.

			== visa ==

			'''7:23pm JST Monday 17 November 2008 (day 14117)'''

			My visa status was incorrect, so I stamped a new stamp in my passport to fix it, but realized it didn't have all the same markings as an official stamp, so I wondered if it would work, or get me into worse trouble. Then I decided to scribble it out, but thought that might make things even worse worse, so I did nothing.

Rob: catching up a few days. I don't remember writing all of this!

2008-11-16T20:48:47Z

catching up a few days. I don't remember writing all of this!

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 == Forgetting Names ==
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+'''5:13pm JST Monday 10 November 2008 (day 14110)'''
 Arrived at a party and a woman was like, "do you remember my name?" and I immediately said, "Ebe!" and she was like, "nooo!" so I go, "Yuki! Yoko! Miki!" and she was like, "it's Yuko...." so I was like, "Yuko!" but she was unimpressed.
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 Perhaps U-cow's site could be useful in this regard.

Rob: /* Forgetting Names */ space

2008-11-10T02:15:39Z

Forgetting Names: space

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	Arrived at a ~~partyand~~ a woman was like, "do you remember my name?" and I immediately said, "Ebe!" and she was like, "nooo!" so I go, "Yuki! Yoko! Miki!" and she was like, "it's Yuko...." so I was like, "Yuko!" but she was unimpressed.		Arrived at a party and a woman was like, "do you remember my name?" and I immediately said, "Ebe!" and she was like, "nooo!" so I go, "Yuki! Yoko! Miki!" and she was like, "it's Yuko...." so I was like, "Yuko!" but she was unimpressed.

	A bit later, another girl was like, "do you remember my name?" and I go, "Yoko! Miki! Yuko! Yuki!" and she's like, "It's Ebe." and I was like, "I said Ebe first a while ago for Yuko, [if that counts for anything]," but it didn't.		A bit later, another girl was like, "do you remember my name?" and I go, "Yoko! Miki! Yuko! Yuki!" and she's like, "It's Ebe." and I was like, "I said Ebe first a while ago for Yuko, [if that counts for anything]," but it didn't.