|6:06 PM|
I noticed that most ghost stories center on the ghosts of past humans. This is logical, but I thought about animals that might have died under "Trying" circumstances. What if the International space station was haunted by the ghost of Laika, the first dog in space? The Russians sent her up decades ago and "left her there" just like the song says. What if she was still there, and not very happy?
"Hey! Which one of you assholes pissed on my bed?"
"That's not human urine, that's....DOG URINE!"
Right. Anyhow, I have to go to dinner.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2004
|3:58 PM|
I have installed movable type on TPL. It wasn't that tough, I had actually gone through most of the work previously several months ago, but at that time the SQL database on my host was hosed, and the project stalled.
Vorpal says that he may be able to change the look of the front page. I may just pull myself out of this funk of writer's block and get back to updating.
Just as a note, if I do stop updating this blog again, like I did for about a month or so, I'll be sure to say so in advance.
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Feeling Atomic |1:43 PM|
My head keeps making a thudding sound. This is probably because I keep drifting forward until I hit the desk. Given the chance, I would give up the joys of both eating and sleeping for never having to do either of them again. Maybe a small nuclear reactor or a big plant that grows out of my back would do the trick. It would also make an excellent excuse for why I don't eat much at proper meals, as "Oh, that's just the amphetamines" brings up more issues than it settles. My lack of eating has been a point of concern for Portal's family. "Why isn't Cecil eating?" "Oh, he's atomic." See? That's a lot better. Or perhaps: "That's a very...pretty giant daisy growing out of your body, you have there." "Thanks! It feeds me delicious photosynthesis-it treats!"
It would probably make getting onto planes a bit tougher, and I suppose car wrecks would be a much riskier situation with atomic power, but at least I wouldn't need to pay for food anymore, and I could work a second job if my nights were totally free. I may or may not be getting a big raise, speaking of jobs. 9% is a nice bump, if I get it. As far as food goes, I did something improper yesterday night and ordered pizza rolls from Double Daves. Pricey, but reliable. Every damn pizza I've eaten for the past couple weeks has been crap, and it's not like I've been going to crappy places.
Meanwhile, this thing on my ear (it's not visible, you have to hold the ear) seems to be getting bigger, and so I'm going to talk to my pop about it. The last thing I need is ear cancer, especially untreated ear cancer. (Note: According to my doctor/father, it isn't cancer, it can't be cancer, let's have a quick look the next time you visit, anyway.)
Instead of a real update, here is another picture of those goggles |11:59 PM|
I have plenty to type here, but I'm actually tired. It was a busy weekend, Spike and Mike's cartoon festival, a birthday, a huge purchase of art supplies with Portal, some damn project on Friday that I can't remember. Instead of typing it up right now, or fixing movable type, or updating the front page, I'll just paste the crap I sent to a couple people over instant messaging, and hope it amuses who ever is reading this.
"In a world, where eye protection is a memory.... "In a system, where case hardened steel is a crime... "One man must become a grim hero, for a grim time....
