December 13th, 2002

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Well, I finally managed to download some of the update files from Microstiff, by grabbing them in small bunches, so they would finish downloading before the Windows Update site lost interest in me and quit sending. It's a short attention span web site. There are still about 7MB to go. Feh.

I'd have really gone off on them (telling Mister Bill to eat rancid owl shit and die is not "going off" when one is dealing with Microslough) if it were not for the fact that it has been raining here all night. Rain calms me down. Anyway. Once I finish dealing with the updates, I can quit being so annoyed, and get back to being my usual, lovable self. :-P Now I shall sleep, and dream pleasant dreams of Bill Gates being raped by wild boars. Poor boars.
caillebotte_man at his window

Rainy Night

If you enjoy evocative writing, read this post by rhodamine. Trust me. I have very good taste.

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Several days ago, my neighbor across the street put up Christmas lights. There are rows of small bulbs arranged along the eaves and the three gables on the front of the house, with extensions out along the carport and the front porch, and up and over the chimney. They blink in sequence, like the lights on a movie marquee. It's like a little bit of Times Square brought to our placid backwater. The first couple of nights, the Mondrianesque spectacle made me feel a bit dizzy every time i went out at night, but tonight, with the rainstorm in full force, the sight is quite pleasant.

Smoke is curling from the chimney and drifting across the row of lights along the highest gable, and the flashing illuminates the rumpling mirror of rain-wet street, brighter and darker. When cars pass, their headlights reveal the raindrops themselves, frenetically bouncing on the shiny black asphalt, and great sprays of water flash red in the glow of the tailights. It all has a delightfully urbane look, and I can imagine myself walking through rains years ago, past the El Rey Theatre on Main Street in Alhambra. Ah, nostalgia.