Boy, that
[NEW SEX TOY]... He's always coming up with something funny.
There is now a really ugly
full archive listing for this site. Eventually, I will clean it up and make it so damn pretty it will make your heart swell, but for now, it's just functional.
Because using the Web for
bizarre DHTML and Java experiments beats working.
So I'm posting the last entry, typing into my powerbook on my front steps, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the cool night air, and one of my neighbors -- a vaguely unsettling guy with a ferret and a crazy brother who lives directly across the street -- comes sauntering over, drinking a 32oz Icehouse and smoking some handrolled substance. He says "I thought you were watching television, until I saw the Apple on the back." He asked if it was digital, to which I wasn't sure how to reply, since most computers are, nowadays, after all. So I said I was surfing, and we chatted briefly about wireless networking and commented on the cool night air.
I never know what to say to people.
I never know what to say to really smart people. This struck me as profound until I realized I rarely know what to say to really dumb people, either. But maybe it's just that with people on the extremes of intelligence, I can't help but wonder "what goes on in your head?"
Incidentally, I've decided not to credit anyone with the links I found via some other site, because 1) it really shouldn't matter and 2) I never find anything on my own, anyway, so you should just tack on an implicit "props to so-and-so who found this and linked to it so that Steve could find it and pass it on to you" to every link I provide.
Back in the early nineties, I saw an all-night animation festival in Syracuse. (Actually, I tried to see them all, but that's not relevant). Anyway, one of the pieces was by Jan Swankmejer, and the handy mimeographed guide had this to say about the clip: "time your trip so you're peaking right about now."
That's what
Nosepilot reminds me of.