Reading right now:

• Godel: A Life of Logic - Casti
• Artifacts: An Archaeologist's Year in Silicon Valley - Finn
• Our Dumb Century - The Onion
• Journey to the End of the Night - Celine
• Secrets & Lies - Schneier
• The Seven Sins of Memory - Schacter
• Let It Come Down - Bowles

Monday, October 1, 2001 - 12:28 p.m. -
Cool ubiquitech alert. Monitors face extinction.

Friday, September 28, 2001 - 12:26 p.m. -
So I've been playing this dopey writing game with some other folks: one assigns another a few words or phrases, then that other must produce about 300 words incorporating those elements within 48 hours. Rinse and repeat.

Since at least one of us has started publishing results, I thought I'd follow suit every now and then. From late May:

"Useta be I couldn' slide a screwdriva blade 'tween 'pension' and 'pensive' till I got one a those English dictionaries. Ones we make here got no thurruhness to 'em, y'know. I do love my country, but we're just too lazy to do some things c'rectly."

The old man had lost his teeth years ago after the GM weevil-resistant flour fiasco and these days he was working on eliminating the rest of his body. With nary a scrap of fat nor much meat to speak of sheathing his increasingly-porotic bones, it was all he could do to ring the Morphine Lady or lift his head to inspect the books I brought him three days a week. His mind, sad to say, was still possessed of a vibrant cannibal cunning, the last man alive on a sinking ship.

"But thass jus' words. I do dearly love 'em," raising his shaky arm to wave at his neat, dusty bookshelf, "but I'd shuck my eyes in a second for one sunny day full of cold fried chicken."

He had enough moisture left for a single tear to form. It found little resistance on the stretched and waxy surface of his face and came to rest beside him on his pillow. Faded eyes focused up beyond the ceiling for a minute, then snapped back to my face as if nothing had happened. Note to self.

"Arrighty, turn the page, then, if you don't mind, sweetie. I'd dearly love to get to 'perpetuity' before you have to go on home."

Wednesday, September 26, 2001 - 11:31 a.m. -
This rocks. Like Mr. Pants, only about really really bad comics.

"...if you thought super-heroes looked gay already, try to picture them playing baseball in their little costumes. It's about as gay as two men having sex with each other, and THAT'S PRETTY GAY!"

Tuesday, September 25, 2001 - 07:28 p.m. -
Here's that .sig quote-changing utility some of you have asked about. Windows only, at least for now.

Tuesday, September 25, 2001 - 12:26 p.m. -
So I scraped my kneee last night playing soccer. Just a little bit - enough to take off the first couple of layers, but it's pretty superficial. And the scraped knee is much warmer than the other. Love that science! I'm inflamed!

Tuesday, September 25, 2001 - 11:25 a.m. -
Yay! People are idiots! Who's your pick for dumbest character in this story?

Monday, September 24, 2001 - 12:16 a.m. -
This can't be right. Right?

Friday, September 21, 2001 - 12:59 p.m. -
This is awesome. Some kid told his teacher that WWIII would start tomorrow - on 9/10. And the US will lose. Yee-haw!

Wednesday, September 19, 2001 - 09:55 p.m. -
Oh crap. Indefinite detention. What's happening here? It's time to start speaking up, people.

Wednesday, September 19, 2001 - 11:07 a.m. -
Interesting. This is the flip side of my speculation re: terrorist war from a week ago. This guy's a naval strategist and sounds sensible despite the jingoism.

Tuesday, September 18, 2001 - 11:45 a.m. -
There's a new worm going 'round. Though by the time you read this, load times ought to be shrinking back down to more-or-less normal. I guess things could be worse.

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