"I love you."

"I love you more."

"No, I love you more!"

"Seriously, bitch? Remember that time in Atlanta?"

"Oh, right."

There's supposed to be a meteor shower tonight, but it's all cloudy and it doesn't look like it's going to stop being that way.

I'm pretty sure God is fucking with me.

I'm still not sure if there's a good reason for it.

This is the second time I've had a sex dream about a particular friend of mine, and the first time she was instigating and I was really uncomfortable about the whole thing, but this time it was normal. I'm not sure why that should be.

I just met a man on the street who was looking for the Bank of America, and I didn't know where it was so we were about to part ways when I realized I have Google Maps on my iPhone (this never occurs to me when people are asking for directions for some reason). So I looked it up and it turns out that bank right next to where I work that I never think about is a Bank of America. I always come at it from the back so I never saw the sign. So now we're both walking in the same direction and talking about the weather and such and we go by the art museum and he tells me a story.

Apparently, he worked for the Smithsonian for 17 years in "the protections division". And he said he actually got to meet Salvador Dali. I asked him what he was like and he said "he was an asshole" and told me about how Dali was all about underdogs and such. So this one time he was doing at some banquet, and Salvador Dali made all the muckamucks get up from the table and let the guards sit down.

1. The humans have a problem.
2. Destiny (that's the ship) comes out of "FTL"* near a star system with the solution.
3. It may be a two parter.

This is going to get old fast.

* for some reason it was very important to the writers to point out that this was "not hyperspace" but aside from a different special effect I'm not sure what the big idea is.

Today Erik said I was "hostile" with the Microsoft guy. When I questioned him about this, he said that "hostile" was not the right word, but he did not offer a better one.

This is a problem I have, with people. I am nearly always me. I am not dishonest enough.

There were these thirteen people but seven of them were different. They couldn't remember anything but each other's strange one-syllable names, so they were trying to figure out who they were, but the other six were trying to take them back where they'd come from.
They did have dreams of a place with a garden, and many of the places they went had similar gardens, but they were never quite the same.
They'd worked for the Navy and somehow China was involved.

Today I got to say "I'd really need more information before I could speculate on that."

And I kind of felt like a badass.

Last night I succeeded in making dinner but failed at cleaning up after.
I said I would do it after I got back from the pharmacy but after I got back from the pharmacy I couldn't do anything.
Proximal cause: lack of time and energy
Root cause: inefficient schedule and poor stress coping techniques
Action plan: schedule more and ?

Last night I succeeded in making dinner but failed at cleaning up after.
I said I would do it after I got back from the pharmacy but after I got back from the pharmacy I couldn't do anything.
Proximal cause: lack of time and energy
Root cause: inefficient schedule and poor stress coping techniques
Action plan: schedule more and ?

Charles was a man with a problem. He never quite could figure out exactly what his problem was, but it was clear to him that he had one. So, logically, he was a man with two problems at the least, but that never did occur to him, and not having occurred to him, caused him little worry.

Charles would start each day at a reasonable hour and take a reasonable breakfast of two eggs and a toast. He seldom lost sleep except on those nights when he was kept busy trying to ascertain the nature of his predicament. After breakfast he would take a quick jog before showering. Then, provided it was not his day off, he would go off to his job as a toll-booth operator.

It always made him happy to see the out-of-state license plates and speculate as to where the drivers were going. From this he knew he was neither anhedonic nor cursed with an unfortunate lack of imagination.

He was not at a complete loss as to the nature of his problem. He had in fact rather extensive knowledge of his problem granted to him by the process of elimination. It was while on the toilet that he found he could think the most clearly. He knew he did not suffer from diabetes, spina bifida, or an imbalance of the humors. Nor did he manifest the symptoms of any number of disorders of the mind or spirit.

One night, after tucking his children into their beds, he was stricken with the inexplicable urge to leave the house. Having completed the duties of his day, he did so.

There was a certain path on which he took his morning jog, and he decided on this occasion to follow it, but in reverse as it was the reverse part of the day. It took him across a little bridge that was strangely different in the evening but not unpleasantly so. Upon turning the corner of his street he tripped upon one of the neighborhood children who was crouched over drawing on the sidewalk. Shortly after he landed it suddenly struck him just what his problem was. "My God!" he said.

The End.

It looks like I should start playing tennis on Saturdays.

Any tips on how to get out of this?

Tips on the rules of tennis would also be appreciated.

I do not approve of the construction "be sure and...".

MobileMail
CVE-ID: CVE-2009-2207
Available for: iPhone OS 1.0 through 3.0.1,
iPhone OS for iPod touch 1.1 through 3.0
Impact: Deleted email messages may still be visible through a
Spotlight search
Description: Spotlight finds and allows access to deleted messages
in Mail folders on the device. This would allow a person with access
to the device to view the deleted messages. This update addresses the
issue by not including the deleted email in the Spotlight search
result.

"Do you know what confuses and irritates me?"

"Women?"

One day the Great Powers finally snapped. The first bomb fell from the sky causing a destruction none had ever seen before. Then the others fell to the ground. In pieces. No one knew what had gone wrong.
Soon an emissary came from the ocean. A machine. It said it spoke for the Fire Lord: a gift from another time. A gift to keep us safe. A machine.
Agression was no longer useful. It saw everything. Our planes and cannons would be devoured in flame. War was impossible.
It showed us how to make what we needed. Clean cities with no poor or hungry. Forests that seemed as if no man had ever been there. Nothing went wanted or wasted.
Earth's problems were over.
We set out for the stars.

So yesterday morning my DSL service stopped working, and I figured it was because I haven't paid them this month, so today I called them up to see about doing that, and they told me that I was late but my service was still active and transferred me to tech support.

While on hold with tech support, it started working again.

I am suspicious.

I intend to make this into a comic, but here's a script for you sneak preview types. Interpretations welcome.

Girl: Sam! Is that a Christmas tree in the sky?
Me: um, it does look like it.
Me: I think it's coming down.
I climb a fence and grab it.
Me: it's a person!
Girl: person, why were you floating in the air?
Me: if you don't want to talk about it I understand.

I was saying to Amanda how impressed I am that she's gotten Mister Katims to come in from the back porch when ordered (most of the time) and she starting telling the cats:

"When you guys get jobs you can decide when you come in and out. While you're under my roof you'll do as I say!"

I pointed out that "technically we don't have a roof."

"Well you're under my ceiling. And above that, there's another ceiling, and then a roof that is not mine. You have to defer to them too."