March 15th, 2007


Simple Reaction Test.

My average score was 0.296, which apparently means I may be clinically dead. How'd you do?

Poll #947174 Reaction time test results

What were your reaction time test results?

< 0.200 -- I am like unto a god
0.201-0.230 -- Young and beautiful and loving it!
0.231-0.260 -- I can take you, Lake
0.261-0.290 -- Hey, you kids, get off my lawn!
0.291-0.320 -- Checking my own pulse now
0.321+ -- Just drop a sheet over my face, I'm done


jabberwacky: What are you thinking about?
jaylake: Airships.
jabberwacky: Indeed.
jaylake:What do you think about airships?
jabberwacky: I don't think about airships.
jaylake:Why not?
jabberwacky: Don't know.
jaylake:You should think about airships more often.
jabberwacky: You should think about the future.

See if you can pass the Turing test.

(Thanks to specficrider for the tip.)

Kirkus reviews Mainspring

Thanks to the good offices of a friend, I've now seen the Kirkus review of Mainspring Powell's | Amazon ]. No link yet, but I'll quote the conclusion here:

Despite some good elements-intriguing alternate history, solid characters, briskly moving plot-God created everything in Lake's meticulous scenario, and events are explicable only in terms of Him. Precious little room, then, for mystery, suspense, a sense of wonder or even suspension of disbelief.

Yeow. At least they spelled my name right.

To the movies we shall go

tillyjane's middle sister's youngest daughter's oldest daughter (got that?) has been visiting Portland from Austin. Ie, my cousin's kid. She was recently a supporting actress in a independent horror film called Pathogen imdb ]. She brought a rough cut of the movie.

It was made by a 6th/7th grade classmate of hers, and stars kids and parents from her jr. high, and is mostly set around the school. Part of it was filmed in her house, and her mom, my cousin, is an extra with a few speaking lines. We watched it at lillypond's house, with my cousin's kid providing commentary.

The movie didn't go over well with the_child, so we wound up watching Sponge Bob Square Pants in the basement with the Niece. (That was the true horror as far as I'm concerned.) Things got a little stressy afterwards over what the movie meant, with discussions about the boundary between imagination and reality.

A lot more work than I expected, this evening turned out to be.