Music: Calling to the Night - Metal Gear Portable Ops
Today was a day of ups and downs. Most of the down came from arguing with my mother, but I suppose that's smalltime compared to most other matters of recent history.
My room is now a red cat's hair away from being finished, at least. I put up my big whiteboard again for doodling spontaneous ideas, but the new arrangement of furniture has left it in a somewhat awkward position. I'm gonna have to figure something else for it. Maybe put it up by my door to scribble reminders on. I already have more paper than an OfficeMax for other doodles.
Speaking of doodles, a random SlashDot article sparked a wave of inspiration in me by giving me information to chew on. For the longest time I've referred to a "control room" in the fictional base I write, but I've never really had any ideas or even concepts to point out when asked to explain what's in there. One article and several very informative posts from people who have actually worked in near sci-fi control centers, and I was tearing up paper like a... I don't have an applicable metaphor, but let's just leave it at "I now have a floor plan with little numbers and a legend correlating all 20-some points of interest to important stations/functions."
I guess that's all, but I feel like I'm forgetting something. I'll edit if I remember.
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