I’m sitting at work, listening to MP3s and eating sunflower seeds.

I thought I’d toss out a couple quick notes.

1) My Druid Home Kit arrived. I’m having trouble assembling it.

2) Momma, Take theses guns from me. I can’t use them any more. It feels like I’m knock-knock-knockin’ on Heaven’s Doe-woar.

3) I assembled a Jukebox server for the office. The software I used was Otto. Otto can be found [Here]

4) Knock-Knock-Knockin’ on Heaven’s Doe-woar. Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey-Hey yea.

5) I plan on doing a lot of camping this summer. A lot of running around in the woods naked. This usually leads to running around the woods naked from the cops. I’ll try to post often. Unless my parole precludes me from posting.

I know I don’t post often enough. There is one of two explainations for this.

1) I don’t do anything interesting. My week is filled with rushing home to sit around the house, clean, change cat boxes, do soccer mom duties, and maybe catch a Smallville rerun on Wednesday nights. Perhaps the highlight of my week is the weekend, when I uncloged the drain in the tub, and a wad of hair the size of a biker’s fist came out, and it smelled like a rotting salon for zombies.

—OR—

2) I live a dangerous life, travelling the globe, and can never tell you where I am, as it may endanger myself, my mission, and the secret cabal of superspies that I belong to. One link in the chain breaks, and the rest fall into the chasm. The highlight of the week was when I averted a chemical attack on a major world city, by clogging the doomsday device with my own hair in a blazing altruistic self sacrifice.

Luckily the staff scientists were able to remove the scalp from one of my clones and graft it onto my head so that nothing would be amiss, once I returned to my cover job.

So… You choose the explaination you like better. I’ll never be able to tell you the truth.

So lonely.

So, I jetted off to the South for a week and a half.

It was so nice to get out of Spokane, and have SERIOUS OPTIONS for food. I spent a lot of time not having to modify menu items.

It makes me a little sad to be back in Spokane for that reason. I’m back to catching prepared food as I can catch it.

So, that was Athens. Daks’ family is pretty awesome. I’m told that they were extra-well behaved. The Bat Mitzvah was impressive. A lot of people took issue with the Southern Baptist rabbi, but that will give them something to talk about and make it special.

Then there was the drive to New Orleans. The south had made some attempts at being pretty.

There’s so much to say about New Orleans. The city is an eternal strugle with itself.

There are no good, or bad neighborhoods. Just good and bad blocks. They’re all smooshed next to each other. The city is built on dirt and shells farmed from the gulf, and the Mississippi. So, the firmament is constantly trying to swallow the city whole. I did the Burbon crawl, hiked in the bayou, went to a Parade, saw Anne Rice’s old house (she left NOLA, and is now a Sell out), saw an alligator, went to 3 cemetaries (the oldest working Cemetary, the riches cemetary, and the poorest. Again, the internal struggle of the city. Opposing forces.)

Oh…the cemetaries. No one is buried underground. Always above ground. This is because the water table is so high. So they get baked and turned to dust in these brick ovens, and are cleared away for the next body. If it’s a family plot, they are likely put into urns within the tomb.

So much to say. No way to say it, a week after the fact.

[Yahoo! News - Spalding Gray’s Body Found in East River]

[eBay search for: Pixies Spokane]

This makes me so angry. This is why I almost didn’t get tickets, even though I snoozed and called 45 minutes after the phone bank opened.

Yea, luckily for me, you asshole scalpers, there were enough calls, and web orders that it broke their system.

By Luck, I caught one of the last 100 on the web.

Most people aren’t suprised. I kinda am. I usually go to concerts that cost $10. This $25 ticket is a bit of a stretch for me.

Thanks for making it so some people, who really should go, can’t.

Dicks.

In other news: Hooray for cellphone technology.

[Slashdot | Digital ‘Ghosts’ To Guide Students On Campus]

Wow! Hot shit! This is the kind of stuff that reaffirms my belief that we are in the future.

Hambone.dk writes “The students at Copenhagen’s new IT University will soon be guided by invisible, but talkative digital agents, known as ghosts or Disembodied Location-specific Conversational Agents. The ghosts are to compete amongst themselves for privileges such as better vocabulary or the ability to clone themselves. Ignored ghosts can die out completely. This project is a lot more serious than it sounds at face value - several papers have been published already.”

I was thinking the same thing last night, when I was sitting at my desk, ripping CDs. These CDs will go into the iPod that I’m partial owner of.

As of nappy time last night. We had 10 Days, 2 Hours, 43 Minutes, and 10 seconds of music. That’s pushing 300 albums, all ripped from Daks and I’s personal CD library. (Which does not include any CDs from teh int0rw3b)

So, were I in Copenhagen, I could be guided around by a disembodied voice, and then, on a whim decide that I hadn’t heard anything off of “The Who, Who’s Next” in a while, and pop right into “Won’t Get Fooled Again”, because I have a piece of plastic in my pocket that has 20GB of music on it, and is only the size of a deck of cards.

A little over a year ago I read an account about how [Steve Wozniak met the Secret Service over “Fake” $2 bills.].

The bills were totally fine. He purchases $2 bills by the sheet, and gums them like a memo pad. He then peels them off at places for the fun of the reactions.

I always thought that was awesome, and always wondered if he had those pads from the 70’s.

Turns out, any of you can get the sheets today. At the[Moneyfactory] you can purchase $2 by the sheet.