Y’all might recall about a year and a half ago, or thereabouts, how I was going on about a small work I’d contributed to and how you all should buy a copy or three. I dunno if any of you actually did at the time. I can understand why not, but hey, it was my debut, and I’m kinda proud of it.
Anyway, I hear from the horse’s mouth (which would be macklinr himself) that the price of the book is now $15, or you can get a PDF for $8, if you’re the sort that likes reading on the screen. So I’d still encourage you to pick up a copy if you think you might be interested.
(There’s a discount if you buy both with that third link…)
Anyway, when the future reveals that I have become something — either famous or infamous, you never can tell — the book might just be a collector’s item. Besides, it’s good fun and full of good writing.
There’ll be more later, I just saw a note about this in Ryan’s journal and wanted to make note of it.
I snapped this shot of the kittycat having a bit of a snooze on my bed this morning. I actually think she’s got the right idea, as it’s foggy and grey outside, and really, just the right sort of morning to sleep in.
Too bad it’s also Tuesday morning, and I’m not independently wealthy, as I wasn’t able to sleep in because I have to work for a living. At least, I didn’t have to go driving to the office in the fog. I do have to drive downtown, shortly, and it doesn’t look like it’s really started to burn off yet.
Anyway, just wanted to share picture of sleeping kittycat. Y’all can go *awww* now.
Okay, so why in all of the seven hells am I looking up the best approach for climbing Blanca? I mean, other than the fact that my brain seems to think that climbing a fourteener is a really good idea? (And yes, kat, if climbing a fourteener is such a great idea, why don’t you go climb one of the fourteeners in your state instead of traspising all the way out to Colorado? Shasta’s been a goal for a long time… aaaaaaaugh.)
In all seriousness, I like hiking, and I would like to climb a fourteener, which is mountaineer slang for “a peak over fourteen thousand feet in height.” Most of the fourteeners in the Lower 48 are in Colorado (duh), but there’s a few in California and, of course, Seattleites will point to their own fourteener when they can see it through the rain. Or snow, as the case may be. See here for a complete list.
And I would probably do Shasta first, simply because, dude, that’s my mountain. But… :)
So work’s been going a bit better. I have a cube. (Well, at least I have declared that I am in the office often enough to warrant having a cube be mine.) And in the interests of establishing that cube as mine, I brought these guys in to decorate it. It’s Luigi and a couple of minor baddies from Super Mario Brothers.
Also, I took this picture with my new toy. The Flickr page has the right model, so… ;) (Yeah, Verizon offered me a deal I really couldn’t pass up, and I’ve been thinking about getting a smartphone for a while.)
I was talking with zibblsnrt last night about how foggy it can get in the valley. Of course, this morning obliged quite nicely, and I got quite a few shots of it. They’re in the fog set on flickr.
Anyway, the tule’s really a rather unique thing. It can go from perfect visibilty to nothing in no time flat, which makes it interesting to drive in, and it’s all due to a quirk in California geography.
You see, most of inland California is a valley, drained by the Sacramento and San Joaquin rivers. And what happens is that there’s really only one way out of the valley — via the Delta. So during the winter, the cold air off the mountains descends and pools in the valley, and then the cold air gets trapped. Since cold air holds less moisture than warm air, the result is a thick blanket of fog.
I point out, btw, that these pictures aren’t the worst I’ve seen it. They’re just representative.