Writer's Block: Dream Job

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Freelance sorcerer. Author. Poet. Philosopher. Mad Scientist. Adventurer. Bon viveur. Billionaire playboy. With a batcave.

Though I can leave out the fetish for the spelunking, base-jumping crimefighting stuff.

But if someone waved a magic wand to give me the qualifications and magically fill me with the requisite experience and instant licence ... a doctor.

Or maybe a Medical Examiner, because then I'd be able to look at people who ask me "And what do you do?" and tell them, straightfaced, "I see dead people."

Failage

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"You can't do that any more. There's a credit crunch, don't you know/"

( Ranty ranty )

Unix Time - 1234567890 Day

1234567890 Day

"Unix time, or POSIX time, is a system for describing points in time, defined as the number of seconds elapsed since midnight Coordinated Universal Time (UTC) of January 1, 1970, not counting leap seconds. It is widely used not only on Unix-like operating systems but also in many other computing systems. It is neither a linear representation of time nor a true representation of UTC (though it is frequently mistaken for both) as the times it represents are UTC but it has no way of representing UTC leap seconds (e.g. 1998-12-31 23:59:60).
Example: 1234561385 (2009-02-13 21:43:05Z)
(Above, the Unix time when this page was last generated)

On Friday, February 13, 2009 at exactly 23:31:30 (UTC), Unix time will equal '1234567890'. Parties and other celebrations are planned around the world among various technical subcultures, to celebrate 1234567890 day.[1]"

Thanks to digitalraven, without whose reminder I'd have missed this.

TV

Friday night TV for me is usually NCIS, followed by Numb3rs.

NCIS was cool, but tonight's Numb3rs is the one about the illusion that goes wrong. First time I have seen Charlie Epps look like a dickhead - and an idiot.

And Holy. Damn. Penn Jillett! And he's thin! :D

Further comment on the Credit Crunch

Death and the Lady

( The Great Messenger ... )

The last stanza outlines my basic philosophy clearly and unequivocally, particularly the final couplet:

If life were merchandise, that gold could buy,
The rich would live -- only the poor would die.

I am so glad that life is not merchandise, and that gold cannot buy one extra nanosecond of it. And that not kings, princes, presidents or Hollywood movie stars can do a thing to make it such that only they can live, and that only people like me would die.