Before the accussation is officially made, I plead guilty as changed. I haven't been reading Jaeger's journal entries very faithfully lately. So it was to my surprise this evening when he suggested, no, more like ordered, me to read a certain entry I had not read, which supposably mentioned something about some conspiracy involving me. I just read it. I'm not at all sure what to make of this. So given my uncertainty, I think I'll take the suggested action, and laugh.

lol.

Methinks I'm going to have to start being more faithful, lest some plot made conceived behind my back sneak up and hit me without my awareness. For all I know right now, maybe it already has. The only potential defense that springs to mind against this nebulous quasi-consipracy might be to invoke some non-existent clause of the DMCA. But then, that would be out of character for me, wouldn't it?

So I'm left to sit here and scratch my head. Or better yet, stay up all night meticulously combing through journal entries (and don't forget the Spam) in a futile attempt to find morsels which might have some small chance of answering the nagging question, "What is this all about?"

Fear not. The Truth Is Out There. Or so they say.

Well, now that any preconceived ideas about what I might type or not type, log or not log, dream or not dream, were effectively drowned out by this temporary bout of irrational paranoia, I find myself sitting back and staring oddly at the ceiling.

This calls for a little something I haven't been having enough of lately: music. Be back in a bit...

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Back.

Tonight, I went over to the Boulder Compound and watched the Trekkies documentary with Jaeger, Gem, and Willy. (I'll invoke the "celebrity" clause of ramblings policy, and use the real name of someone who acted in some of the worst scifi I've ever seen.)

As was pointed out by others by multiple times after the viewing, something like that reminds the rest of us of just how normal we "normal fans" are. In a way though, a part of me envies those who are insane enough to wear their Starfleet uniforms full time, even to jury duty. They who are ambitious enough to design their own uniforms, create elaborate CGI animations, and fill their houses to the brim with collector's items. There is something to be said for that kind of intense devotion.

As the likes of James Doohan, George Takei, and others described their first experiences at a trek convention, I wondered what it would really be like to have been one of the stars of the show. Overwhelming, I would think. How would you react, to suddenly see all these people who had mysteriously formed an obsession with a show you had acted in? Disbelief? Amusement? Uncertainty?

I just realized this parallel a moment ago, just before I started writing the above paragraph: After the viewing, I think I had a taste of similar experience, albeit on a far, far smaller scale. (And then after I got home, on a slightly less smaller scale.) Somebody -- Gem -- mentioned that Content Solutions has pretty much gone dead lately, leaving a void in the realm of localized entertainment solutions. It has indeed been much quieter than in times past. I personally haven't been rambling or posting as often either. Jaeger suggested as an alternative to read Bitscape's Random Ramblings from times long past.

That anyone would, on a consistent, ongoing basis, find the wordy, self-contradictory drivel I write here to be serious entertainment, is beyond comprehension. As a wander in visitor, for a few pages, yes. I could see it being interesting for a little while. Eventually, I run out of things to say, so I end up either (a) regurgitating what has already been said ad nauseum, or (b) not writing anything at all. Lately, I've opted for b more often than a. Even my movielog entries. There isn't anything there that hasn't already been said, and said much better many times by dozens or hundreds of other self-appointed net critics of every flavor.

And now this latest "discovery" buried in Jaeger's journals -- if it is actually true -- is bordering on the outright obsurd. Oh well. All I can really do is laugh.

What was I going to ramble before this? I forgot. I need some sleep now. Work bright and early. Lullaby.