Hythia

So I got the easy part of my site update done, moving the site to Wordpress 2.2. Or I thought it was going to be the easy part. (more…)

Coming this week, assuming Reality doesn’t conspire with Fate to stop me, there should be the return of my old CoH/CoV Guide to the site (possibly with updates, we’ll see on that). As well, I hope to get the start of my Forza Motorsport 2 and Marvel: Ultimate Alliance guides up as well.

Also, going to be re-skinning the site and changing the layout a little so if you come to look at the site and it appears to be broken it is likely all my fault and should be fixed soon after that.

So this past Wednesday was my birthday, my 30th birthday… (more…)

This has been an exhausting and relatively crappy actual week. (more…)

This is the last post that I will be making to this blog…

(pause for dramatic impact)

… because my actual website, hythia.com, is back up and working.

This site was only ever intended to serve as a temporary home for me and it has come to the end of its time and will be used no more. Not that I really used it much in the last year anyways….

So I put the new site up as being live today. It had previously been lurking away hidden in a dark directory ( no relation to Dr. Strange’s ‘Dark Dimension’ ) away from the prying eyes of the public. (more…)

Days like today remind my of why I try not to get into routines, and why I try not to break those routines I do inevitably fall into. (more…)

So finally getting over a bout of strep throat. Some of the bastards I work with knew they were sick, but came to a meeting and coughed all over the rest of us at it and infected us all with their lousy germs.

Bit behind on work because of it, slept for pretty much all of the last few days. Not that I wouldn’t have been behind even if I had been healthy… Thinking I may have overbooked myself a little bit this quarter for work.

Birthday tomorrow. Approaching it with dread. 365 days after that until I turn thirty. I remember when I was a kid (well, more of a kid then I am now) that I had all these plans of things I wanted to do, places to see, etc. that I wanted to do before I turned thirty and had to start acting like an “adult”.

Still, turning 29 means I am several years older than quite a few people expected me to ever be. I think among my circle of friends from the olden-days the general consensus had been that sometime before I turned 25 I’d get mouthy to someone who would take offense enough at it to end me or hire someone else to end me. I was a bit more of a jack-ass back then.

Getting morbid now, thinking about how many of those friends I’ve already out-lived. Will likely become maudlin and drunk later as I try to figure out just what the hell I actually accomplished in this last year.

Tomorrow really is my third least favorite day of the year.

Blegh. Looks like it is going to be sunny too. Think I’ll spend the day in a nickel arcade I know, forty bucks should keep me pretty busy playing Gauntlet or something similar until the day is pretty well and over.

They blew up the Trojan Nuclear Powerplant’s cooling tower roughly 28 minutes ago (at 7am Pacific). Well, not blew up as much as dynamited. Saying ‘blew up’ makes it sound less like a planned and controlled demolition then it was.

Apparently the cost of dismantling Trojan will be roughly the same as the original cost of building it, on the scale of $340 million or so (though the construction was 30 thirty years ago, so the true cost is far less when you figure inflation). Just the cooling tower today, two more years until the storage dome gets taken down and they haven’t contracted a bidder for that or decided how to do it yet.

Of course, this still leaves the Hanford nuclear waste site and the Tillamook military site (((which produces C & B material (which also had a hurricane earlier this week and everyone on site has been required to wear a hazmat suit since (but trust the goverment, nothing is wrong, it is just a minor unnecessary precaution…))) in the northwest that needs cleaning up still…

Are ‘Obsessives’ just ‘Compulsives’ who don’t know when to quit?

Or are ‘Compulsives’ just ‘Obsessives’ with short attention spans?

The things I ponder six minutes after midnite when I haven’t had enough sleep, and have had way too much caffiene…