I'm in Sebu, on the way to Hong Kong. I'm going to stay here a couple of days to rest. The first leg of the trip was hell. I can't fly far at one time, so I had to use the Key to kick me up to around 100,000 feet like a rocket engine. It's cold, there's no air (I had to carry a small oxygen tank and heated face mask) and navigation's not so easy, ( Read more... )

I think our 'friend' Leviticus got some work from NBC.

Last week, before she took off to come out to her parents, dotslayer and I had a frank discussion. Better that than a fight, we would had beaten each other senseless.

She wanted to know why I haven't reassumed Andrea Eight Cheung's identity.

It's that little matter of her being legally dead, that I don't look like Andrea Eight Cheung, and oh, I don't ( Read more... )

Last night I was trying to ignore Chip's flirting with the new guy, and focus on helping maxw debug a database connection problem that came up after we moved to the new office.

Over in the conference room, robertawhitehat and Diane (the CFO) were watching the World Series game between Boston and St. Louis.

This, I'm told, is a big deal because the Red Sox had not won ( Read more... )

I don't go to conferences, that's robertawhitehat's job, but I hope they aren't all like the one described in VentureBlog.

Men! What a bunch of pervs. (That's what Dot would say. And she's right.)

Okay, not Chip, nor that new guy robertawhitehat hired.

Vampster's looking for a new office. Roberta's realtor drove us over to a place in Mountain View*, but the company renting the space says no, they aren't going to move after all.

I'm curious about what sort of company needs ( Read more... )

Your Future as a Black Hole [MP3] Some old SciFi writer on singularities. Lightning Chaser Linkblog on singularities Nanotech Angels Using pop-spirituality to promote nanotech? Um, I'm not wearing a red string around my wrist, so don't be getting ideas, Chip.

Dr. Ben David left the country. I heard he's lurking around Singapore, where he doesn't have to worry about bans on cloning and fetal tissue research.

Not that I was interested in continuing to play his henchwoman.

But what do I do for a living? I'd rather not play supernatural fetch, carry, and blast -- even if Drake was hiring. I'm glad he ( Read more... )

Sitting here in my favorite perch in the Sutro Tower, overlooking the city, thinking about what happened this week.

Chip and I helped Dot and Max destroy René Monteroy, nearly killing Chip, and myself, as well as Dot and Max.

Chip had dosed himself with my replicator-saturated blood. You'll think he was daft (well, I still like him even though he ( Read more... )

ooc: entry private for Dot, Max, Roberta, and Chip

We should had all stopped Drake. We didn't, and that man is dead.

Dr. B__ D____ may be a bastard, but he didn't kill people (at least to the best of my knowledge.)

I just got off the phone with robertawhitehat. She's in Maui, but I had to tell her what happened to her house.

I was in the 'capsule', a comfy ( Read more... )