Well, I just learned something. My iPod stopped responding to the wheel or to clicking anything. So, I tried to reset it. This is Apple's fix-all for iPods. To reset it you click the hold switch on and then off, then you hold down the menu button and the center button until the Apple logo appears. This didn't help, nor did doing that while it was plugged in. It would reset, so it wasn't a hardware issue.
Eventually I, by chance, tried a reset when it was asleep. This fixed it right up and everything is now good.
EDIT -- Or not. I guess this was a fluke. Damn.
- The Cylons Were Created by Man. Check.
- They Rebelled. Well, they do have a temper.
- They Evolved. Not yet, not yet.
- They Look and Feel Human. Not that we know, but see below.
- Some are programmed to think they are Human. That would explain the guy who cut me off on the highway.
- There are many copies. Many, many, many, copies.
- And they have a Plan. Yes, oh yes.
And, there are seven models that we currently know of.
I must wonder who are the final five!
I am on antibiotics, which are working, and am fairly comfortable with the help of a lot of ibuprofen. (Yes I am drinking lots of water.) But if I am quiet for the next week or so that is why.
Good wishes, and pictures of cats welcome.
I don’t understand medicine.
Nessa loved camp! She was hoping we’d do a theater project - hopefully a musical or comedy before they went home. Cassi, the “sensitive one” most appreciated story hour with her counselors.
He read a few pages on the book, and then smiled a small smile. He laid the book down, still open, and said a few words in a language few knew.
There was a flash of red and orange light, and a figure stood in the circle on the floor. It was faintly humanoid, red skinned, with leathery wings folded at its back. Its head looked more like a horse’s skull. It stood hunched over, but if it stood straight, it would be over seven feet tall. Black eyes stared out at the wizard.
It looked down at the circle in the floor, glancing behind itself on both sides, and froze. A hideous smile crept across its face as it turned to the face the wizard.
“Why have you summoned me?” it hissed, a sound like a knife being drawn across stone.
“No reason,” replied the wizard in a casual tone of voice. “I guess I wanted to say ‘hi’.”
The demon threw back it head and laughed. “Arrogant human! Do you know what you are toying with?”
The wizard held up the book for the demon to see. There was a picture of the demon on the left-hand page, and text on the right hand side. One word of the text glowed. “Him, er, I mean, you. See, there’s your name!”
“Wizard, you may be insane, but your soul will taste just as sweet. You have my name, but you did not draw the circle correctly. My name is worthless to you.”
“Huh, so I did. Oops. My bad. Sorry.”
The demon started to step out of the circle, then paused. It moved back to the center of the circle and stared at the wizard, its head cocked to one side.
The wizard smiled, a slight, almost friendly, smile. Like a grandfather would smile at a grandchild who had done something vaguely naughty but still cute.
The two stared at each other for a minute, then two.
“What game are you playing, wizard?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about. I am just an old man sitting at a table having a chat.”
The demon started to step out of the circle again, frozen, and slowly put its foot back down, inside the circle. The wizard had started to smile as the demon had taken his step—not a friendly smile. The circle did work both ways; the demon was also protected from things outside.
The two started at each other again. The wizard was trying not to laugh.
“Argh, human, I hate you!” the demon howled as he vanished back to where he came.
The wizard laughed as he closed the book. The priests all say it is a sin to consort with demons, and broadly speaking it was, but technically if one was the greatest paladin-wizard on the planet, one of a handful who could summon a demon and be able to defeat it, summoning a demon just to mess with its head wasn’t a sin.
Raven was a good god.
And then there are the ones that are immune to lightening and physical damage so my minion is worthless.
Finally, I get some cold attacks and start playing with them. Sadly, since they aren't that good yet, I died.
Due to the spiraling cost of health-care I can't resurrect my minion.
I go back to the level where I died, but this time with my main attack loaded, I am screaming, "How's that feel? It is like the world's worst static shock STRAIGHT INTO YOUR SINUSES! Bwa-ha-ha-ha. Oooooo! Mr. Abyss Knight thinks he's all tough, well eat zappy!"
Then I get enough money to resurrect my minion.
"Ha! Eat lighting and hey, hey, my boy-friend's back..."
But, for those who want the short version:
- Your engine hates you and wants to kill you. It can do this in many ways from the blatant, like exploding, to the sneaky, like slowly poisoning you with carbon-monoxide, to the perverse like filling your bilge with gas fumes for hours until the bilge pump comes on and sparks, causing a fireball.
- Avoid drowning.
- Everything else.