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Thursday, October 10, 2002

Sponsored By The Letters Aye and Arrr.

I hate Fleet Week. I'm not big on military grandstanding, and the airshow just sounds like war (and wasted money) to me. So when found this on the Squid List, aye, suddenly my feelings made sense (highlighting mine).

Do ya like sailors, lad? Take to the high seas and join a rowdy gang of pirates to drive the US Navy from San Francisco waters at Fleet Week, this Sunday in San Francisco. Meet at Justin Herman Plaza, on the north side of Market at Embarcadero.
Our day of drink and plunder shall being at high noon, when the Blue Angels fly over our heads and down Market St, mocking our soverignty of the high seas.

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11:34 PM PST (link)

Those White Fluffy Things Too?

A rapid-fire project at work and the ongoing struggles with my sinuses have left me a little drained, I think. Last night, for instance, I fell asleep sideways on my bed with the lights and computer on, a warm (well, it was when I started) wet washcloth on my face. I woke up with a start at a noise in the hall; I was about ready to climb in bed to sleep for real when I realized the noise was the Roommate getting ready for work. Oh.

Tonight I'm going to try using the sheets and stuff; I hear it's quite nice under there.

In the meantime you can watch Sister Betty's little video—though personally I'd like to see it with a different soundtrack. (1.4MB MP3; lyrics.)

02:33 AM PST (link)

Tuesday, October 8, 2002

Stop Requested.

This morning on the train, as often happens, we sat just outside the station not quite all the way in, and definitely not at the east end of the platform where the computer (or train operator) opens the doors. And like they always do, somebody kicked the "open the door" bar hard, as if their kung fu was going to open the doors right here, with half the train still in the darkened tunnel. Sure, when the trains are out in the streets you have to press the bar to open the doors. And you usually have to pull the cord to tell the driver to stop. But have these people never ridden the trains into the subway before? Have they never had a train stop in the tunnels because of traffic? Don't they realize that the train is going to stop at each station down here whether they ring the bell or not?

Of course, as I thought this, the train lurched ahead and sped out of the station without stopping.

1. What is this is an example of?

12:13 AM PST (link)

Sunday, October 6, 2002

No Room! No Room!

"I want a clean cup," interrupted the Hatter: "let's all move one place on."

He moved on as he spoke, and the Dormouse followed him: the March Hare moved into the Dormouse's place, and Alice rather unwillingly took the place of the March Hare. The Hatter was the only one who got any advantage from the change: and Alice was a good deal worse off than before, as the March Hare had just upset the milk-jug into his plate.

Happy Mad Hatter's Day (for those of us in the U.S., anyway.) I always find Discordian holidays particularly satisfying because of of ways to celebrate them. So whether you enjoy some magic tea or more traditional tea today, try to keep the crumbs out of your butter.

12:09 AM PST (link)