Dayful of useless revelations

- commands for tinyfugue run much better if I type them in the terminal window, not the WIP.
- if I keep hitting 'play over' on "I Had a Good Time" perhaps I should just set iTunes to the Boston playlist and spare that neuron the effort.
- Arthur doesn't understand what pointing means; he seems to be of the opinion that it means 'sniff this hand'.
- I can quote fragments of Illuminatus! from merely knowing the context.
- if I turn up the sound on my headphones enough, I don't really notice teinedreugan snoring. But playing Minesweeper with the headphones set to 'stereo' at the same time is really awfully surreal, since it sounds like the explosions are coming from inside my head.
- I don't actually want to eat the cheese, I'm just obsessed with it because we have some.
- I forget what day it is very easily on weekends teinedreugan has class. Not that I remember what day it is the rest of the week.
- Samurai Jack should never be allowed to contemplate Egypt again, even if he does have a remarkable ability to read hieroglyphs for a time-blurped samurai. Nobody ever gets Set right in pop culture.
- trying to explain why Album 1700 was a major part of my deeptape requires that I unpack significant bits of Cyteen.

175 words. (Well I'm taking my time, just moving on, don't forget about me after I've been gone. . . .) Not much progress, but at least it was some progress in amongst my profound distraction.

It's been such a long time. I think I should be going.

One Raisin Per Me

And I want to find faith
And I want to be sure
And I want to say less
And I want to know more
I am not alone, I never have been
We are all one, we divide within
The sum of any outcome
Undone

(Josh Joplin Group, "Undone".)

Thanks to jenett for being about for me to talk at and providing me useful resources for dealing with some of the stuff I'm brooding over. I'm still brooding, I expect to be for a while, but I can do much more productive research while I brood.

My father gave us a call yesterday while I was brooding and watching Bab-5 Season 4 (it arrived, dirtydianadd) and asked teinedreugan how cold it was up here. "Really fucking cold!" was the answer he got; apparently Dad then turned to the party he was at and reported, "My son-in-law says 'really fucking cold'!" Dad wanted to ask about the weather, and congratulate me for my previously documented successful giftage for James. (Hi Dad, if you're reading today.)

Currently attempting to explain my self-perception/system-perception in terms of identity and who's front with the metaphor of raisins in gingerale. This is actually a fairly representational image, and I shall have to remember it; it's a new one.