Meier and Me

I have new icons, thanks to photoshop and a Russian model named Kostya. They are very Meier-ish, especially the one of him in the hat. Alan & Alex agree with us. My new default is the arrogance he develops as he grows up, and oh this boy could give Lucius a run for his money.

Yes, I spend an awful lot of time thinking about my D&D character. He's very dear to me, as his story is entirely of my own creation. Lucius is of a similar story, but his genesis was in someone else's mind.

Alan made us spinach and portabello salad for dinner. We are drinking grasshoppers now and talking. Life is good.

what dreams may come and go

I haven't managed a decent night of sleep all week, for one reason or another. Mostly it's been nervous tension and the dreams. Dreams about my father dying, being lost, trying to drive home from NYC and being trapped in some no-man's land outside of DC. I even dreamed that I couldn't go see Rach because Kat flipped out and threw boiling oil on her. Completely, utterly weird. Maybe it's the shifting seasons that make everything so strange.

We were too tired to get up and see Master & Commander this morning, so we'll have to catch it sometime this weekend. The apartment must be cleaned. I need to organize all this wedding paperwork I'm accumulating.

gratuitous post

Just to say that this new icon is for Rach. Empires!

any excuse will do

Rupert Murdoch, the veteran media mogul, on Friday stamped his authority on Europe's leading pay TV company by facing down rebel shareholders at British Sky Broadcasting.

The 72-year-old BSkyB chairman dismissed criticism, cajoled support and won every resolution necessary to appoint his son James, 30, as chief executive of Britain's 18th largest company.

Interesting news. I picture the Murdochs as a blood letting family, new money in the tradition of the Carnegies and just as demented as the Vanderbilts with their secrets. I used to read a lot about Old Money Families, and the New Money that came along to upset parts of their world. Few of the monolithic coporations in our day are run by families, which is sometimes a pity. It makes for such great reading.

In more mundane news, they fed us turkey at work tonight and now we are all sleepy. I am training on the use of the new timeclock system set to go live next month and not a damn person in the office knows what the hell is going on with it. I think I want to go home, put on the pajamas and write bloodthirsty epics about ruling families. If I lived anywhere with a nightlife work speaking about, I would go out in my velvet boots and raise hell. But I am a bit lazy.