dude, where’s my fame?

Posted on Sunday, 2004 March 14 by Anton

sigh – My biggest source (by far) of outside “referrals” in February was a forum where someone uses one of my ray-tracings as a personal icon. Without credit, naturally. (Madhu does so in Livejournal, but he asked permission, and made his own copy.)

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still at it

Posted on Friday, 2004 March 12 by Anton

Dreamt about kittens and vampires.

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the pinhole of experience

Posted on Wednesday, 2004 March 10 by Anton

Yesterday I remarked to a taxi driver that this winter seemed unusually dry; no, he said, in fact it was wetter than average. I guess it seemed dry to me because I, being out of work through much of it, had fewer occasions than usual to carry an umbrella.

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what’s on my mind this week?

Posted on Monday, 2004 March 08 by Anton

Slept very poorly last night; dreamt of vampires and spaceships. My ship and Spike’s ship were intangible to each other, but not so their occupants.

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smoke optional

Posted on Sunday, 2004 March 07 by Anton

Video Feedback Fractals: no computers, just a camera, two monitors and a mirror. (Cited by Andrew Bulhak.)

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expecting the exotic

Posted on Saturday, 2004 March 06 by Anton

Flipside of the previous: at the beginning of the Buffy episode “The Initiative” (4:7), we see Spike wake up in a strange white room, and he’s translucent: the lines of the floor can be seen through his black coat. No, wait, the lines seen “through” Spike do not match those around him. It’s a reflection of the floor outside his cell.

So I wonder how many viewers, like me, jumped at the exotic interpretation because Spike is a demon.

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The Rockford Fangs

Posted on Wednesday, 2004 March 03 by Anton

I’ve just seen the first four episodes of Angel: what a disappointment! Didn’t I see more or less this same series twenty-odd years ago?

In the episode “I Go to Pieces” I had the solution as soon as the exposition was done: Ronald the neurosurgeon spies on Melissa through the bug he planted when he worked on her optic nerve. But no, that wasn’t flashy enough, it had to be yogi-magic.

And who the heck wrote Oz’s lines on the beach? When did he become a stoner?

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