Dave Klecha

Holy shit!!

Because Thursday. I never could get the hang of Thursdays.

I'm a professional technical writer. When I told a coworker that I'm helping write grant applications for a non-profit she said I should use Co-pilot. Why? Why would I outsource the thing I am best at to a resource-devouring, copyright-stealing machine? Why would anyone?

He loves it, and I love how much he loves it, and the athletes seem to love him being there cheering them on.

For real

I’d really love antagonistic anglophones to consider, for even a second, how many names of the US’s states and cities come from languages other than English. Just like… a second. Just think on it. What it means about where we live and who we are.

And I’d rather not get used to it. I’d rather some really clever people figured out how to cancel out the sound. Or build drones that better dampen the sound so they don’t annoy the shit out of the athletes and spectators too.

But I’ll probably be wishing for that for a while, alas.

I love a good revolution in camera work. The views that camera drones can provide, chasing skiers downhill or lugers down a track is really freaking awesome. I absolutely love that.

But the omnipresent whining sound is taking some getting used to.

Not watching the Superb Owl on account of generally preferring the Olympics. (Hooray for Bad Bunny and Green Day, though. They’re what this country needs right now.) But I do have a quibble with watching the Olympics right now:

Quadcopter drones.

Now, don’t get me wrong…

A nursery/greenhouse specializing in wildflowers called Maslow’s Hierarchy of Weeds.

We have 15 stories (3 novellas, 7 novelettes, and 5 short stories) on the Locus Recommended Reading List this year. Congratulations to all the authors!

That’s funny. I’m listening to Robert Inglis’ unabridged narration of LOTR right now (from back in the 90s)

Definitely an appropriate response. I absolutely did a “what the fuuuuuuuu…”

Huh. Forgot I was following him. Good riddance.

Trying not to cough as I recover from (relatively minor) abdominal surgery.

Otherwise, just swell!

Yeah, no kidding. Or Rasmussen right at the end there.

Right???

Note to self: do not throw your hands in the air in celebration less than 36 hours removed from abdominal surgery. No matter how beautiful and timely a Moritz Seidee goal is.

Ow ow ow ow ow.
#LGRW

“Everyone says ‘To be cringe is to be free’ until I start talking about Imagine Dragons.” - My 16 year old

I feel that, kiddo.

And then the organ player in the Flames arena just rocked out on “Last Christmas.”

#LGRW

Other random hockey game thoughts: the Wings are playing the Calgary Flames, who have a player with the last name of Frost. And every time his name is called I think of a friend of my sister’s who I once rescued from a lake house bathroom, the door of which they could not unlock from the inside.

Really enjoying this Red Wings game on its own merits, but also enjoying occasionally hearing (faintly) the director’s feed, informing the broadcast team that they’re going to break or whatever.

#LGRW

What the actual fuck?

Out of the hospital now and mostly feeling like I’m recovering from all the inactivity of being in the hospital as much as I’m working on recovering from what had me there.

Nooooo!!! That’s the worst

Fingers crossed! At least there’s a hockey game tonight that I’ll be able to get on the TV here.

And good luck with those complications! I know how those can slow things down. I think it’s a wonder anyone can write anything at all these days, with how the complications can crop up.

My stay in the worst hotel continues. Doctor friend came by to say he was here to give me my sponge bath, which I thought was a little cruel not to actually follow up on.

Hanging here for another test and then maybe go home? Which would be nice as I’m almost out of @kbwagers.com books to read.

Probably! Still waiting for a verdict on how okay I am. But I feel just fine right now.

A pair of socked feet crossed at the end of a hospital bed. A blood pressure cuff hung over the end of the bed. In background, a TV mounted to a wall and a dry-erase board with care information written on it.

This hotel room kind of sucks.

Photo at dusk of airport tarmac. Three airliners in middle distance, New York City buildings in the far distance.

Well hey there, New York. What’s up?