Okay, first of all, this has nothing to do with ticklishness like most folks here think of it.
*watches 99.999% of people leave*
So some research is driving me a little nuts right now.
I've identified a location I believe to be of historical significance. I can see it on a map. I can see it on satellite imagery. I know the freaking road it's on. If I were there, I could walk up to and knock on the door. It's got to have some sort of mailbox. But I can't find the precise address, and without it, I can't get the data I need. I thought I'd had it the other night, and the data seemed to pretty much square, but it turns out that's an adjacent property to the one I want specs on -- perhaps at the time a servants quarters or something, but not the main house... It's like fucking Dick Cheney lives there now, or some shit. Information blackout.
Plus, I located a living descendant of one of the folks I'm studying -- traded some minor information, gave them access to some of my records so they can help fill out some of their family history, trusting that they'd reciprocate. They gave signs they would. They accepted my invitation to peruse my data, but have not yet returned the favor.
It's one thing to know that the data's not there, or that no surviving record or surviving anything exists, but it's annoying as Hell to know not only that it's there, but know exactly where it is -- see it in a photograph, on a map, talk to the person online -- and yet, there's no way to get it, or it's delayed or otherwise obfuscated...
So, currently:
Gr.
EDIT: Never underestimate the usefulness of a little excruciating pain. Something in my spine went wonky tonight leaving me without the ability to turn my head or do anything requiring any amount of force in my right arm -- unless I want a sharp shooting pain in my neck. So, I took the night off from work.
Paranoid that laying down will only leave me stiffer and less functional in the morning, I've stayed up and futzed with the interwebz until I got the info I think I'm looking for with regard to the historic property.
*does imaginary happy dance because a real one would hurt*
Now, it's time for the dreaded sleep. Here's hoping everything's working properly come morning/whenever I get conscious.
Update: Feeling better, neck still stiff, but some of my confirmation testing for the address seems to show that I'm wrong once again. I'm now convinced Dick Cheney lives there. Summer house or something. Creepy old bastard.
Got a list of the neighbors, though, for whatever good that does... Time will tell.
*watches 99.999% of people leave*
So some research is driving me a little nuts right now.
I've identified a location I believe to be of historical significance. I can see it on a map. I can see it on satellite imagery. I know the freaking road it's on. If I were there, I could walk up to and knock on the door. It's got to have some sort of mailbox. But I can't find the precise address, and without it, I can't get the data I need. I thought I'd had it the other night, and the data seemed to pretty much square, but it turns out that's an adjacent property to the one I want specs on -- perhaps at the time a servants quarters or something, but not the main house... It's like fucking Dick Cheney lives there now, or some shit. Information blackout.
Plus, I located a living descendant of one of the folks I'm studying -- traded some minor information, gave them access to some of my records so they can help fill out some of their family history, trusting that they'd reciprocate. They gave signs they would. They accepted my invitation to peruse my data, but have not yet returned the favor.
It's one thing to know that the data's not there, or that no surviving record or surviving anything exists, but it's annoying as Hell to know not only that it's there, but know exactly where it is -- see it in a photograph, on a map, talk to the person online -- and yet, there's no way to get it, or it's delayed or otherwise obfuscated...
So, currently:
Gr.
EDIT: Never underestimate the usefulness of a little excruciating pain. Something in my spine went wonky tonight leaving me without the ability to turn my head or do anything requiring any amount of force in my right arm -- unless I want a sharp shooting pain in my neck. So, I took the night off from work.
Paranoid that laying down will only leave me stiffer and less functional in the morning, I've stayed up and futzed with the interwebz until I got the info I think I'm looking for with regard to the historic property.
*does imaginary happy dance because a real one would hurt*
Now, it's time for the dreaded sleep. Here's hoping everything's working properly come morning/whenever I get conscious.
Update: Feeling better, neck still stiff, but some of my confirmation testing for the address seems to show that I'm wrong once again. I'm now convinced Dick Cheney lives there. Summer house or something. Creepy old bastard.
Got a list of the neighbors, though, for whatever good that does... Time will tell.
