The game's afoot

I’m not going to say too much about it yet — I’m still in the opening moments — but it seems that some pretty serious liberties have been taken with the copyright on a poem I had published way back in 1997. I found out about it by accident, from a relative in China, and initially assumed that it was part of the intellectual property piracy that China is, fairly or unfairly, known for.

Nope. Turns out the copyright infringement happened in my own province. In the educational system, no less.

So now I’m looking deeper, and trying to figure out what my next set of steps should be.

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As for tonight, I’m writing, and then I’ll be running, and probably writing a bit more later. I need to find out about late 17th century embalming practices — did they use camphor, for instance? — and funeral rites. Any suggestions?

Interesting, to say the least

I got a new watch from my wife for my birthday last month. It’s a great watch, and I like it rather a lot.

My new watch

Today on my lunch break, for no other reason than “because I’m a nerd”, I punched my watch’s serial number into Google, expecting to find — I don’t know, maybe its incept date*. Nothing much, anyways.

Instead, I found a US Marshal forfeiture auction listing that included my watch.

My watch's lot

That’s it in the bottom middle of the lot.

The things you learn.

[update] Apparently, the auction company in question “sells all the jewelry[etc.] seized and forfeited nationally for the U.S. Marshals Service.” So… do I have a drug dealer’s watch? Was it seized in a tax forteiture? The rather shallow mystery deepens a very little bit.

[2nd update] As it turns out, there’s no mystery here. What I took to be a unique serial number was apparently in fact a global product number. So it wasn’t my watch in the property auction; just a watch just like mine.
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* See, there’s that nerd thing creeping in again.

Notes from judo class tonight

  • I may need to order some belts before the next grading.
  • Basketball practice downstairs is loud enough without the stereo.
  • It’s really nice to hear someone tell you they appreciate all the years you’ve been volunteering.
  • It never occurred to me that instructing at judo is volunteering, but of course it is.
  • Since when is Europe’s “The Final Countdown” a big hit again?
  • Half an hour of ne-waza randori is lots, thanks.

My Hollow Bean costume

I don’t dress up very often for Hollow Bean. The last time, I think, I wore devil horns and a suit to work, and told everyone I was “Administration”.

This year, I got dressed up as a superhero.

First, the secret identity shot:

Mild-mannered nerd J. Lloyd Dorkstick.

Captain Awesome's secret identity

And now, may I present:

Captain Awesome.

Captain Awesome!

Please note the long johns under the swimsuit, since Canadian superheroes don’t wear tights.

Now you see why my wife laughed and laughed and laughed, until I put my pants back on.