Content Solutions is outpacing me. Perhaps I should refine my engine a bit. (Although it might also have something to do with the fact that I went an enire week without posting a single rambling. Hah!)

[Bitscape drinks in some of the sonic stylings of Tori Amos, which were in all likelihood meant to be consumed while under the inluence of...]

The fact that my "Fresh Content" section shows up as completely blank tells me it's time to be posting something. I offer this nugget to those who wish to ponder:

On a Tuesday night, Jaeger, bouncing, and myself gathered outside the Boulder Theater near the Pearl Street mall in the rain, and awaited the opening of the doors. A large and unorderly crowd formed outside the theater, leading me to speculate a possible headline: Memento Riot of 2001 Hits Boulder Colorado.

As if this day didn't suck already, I wake up from my post-work nap to read slashdot and see some of the most depressing news to hit my screen in a long while. The coolest company ever filing for Chapter 11. My reaction was similar to several of the comments posted: shake my head, something in my chest sinking into my stomach, and mutter, "How can this be?"

Not too terribly long ago, I completed filming of what I think I shall dub "The Worst Documented Evidence of Paranormal Activity Ever". I shall leave the actual so-called "content" to the reader's imagination.

Silly me. I never saw this one during its run in theaters. It's one of those movies I always really meant to see, but never actually got around to it. Until now.

An image that will never ever leave the Lair. I can say so with a high degree of certainty, because there is no "film" (aka 8mm Videotape) in the camera, and the only output device is the Lair's primary viewscreen. (I have not quite yet stooped to that extreme level of strangeness at which I give my television a name.)

With stomachs full of hamburgers, bratwurst, and hot dogs, a bunch of office workers in varying degrees of physical (non)condition went out in the feild and played the game known as ultimate frisbee, which involves much running, throwing, and generating large quantities of sweat. Meanwhile some others threw water balloons at each other, and managed to soak up the sidewalk along with a few humans and canines. All in all, great fun, and a nice bit of exercise. Now I'm gonna wind down. Peace.

Tonight, Zan Lynx and I went to BLUG. The usual crew showed up, and we got to learn about the much debated rival language known as Python. There were indeed many perl jokes and jabs, all in good fun and hilarity.

Today was a sushi day. This means that despite attempts to curtail the amount of time we spend journeying to Boulder, ordering, eating the unique delicacies, and journeying back, lunch still manages to last in excess of 2 hours between departure and return time.

"Drugs are baaaad. Mmmmkay?"

This afternoon / evening, I journied to the Boulder Compound to attend an event where a bunch of scifi nuts with inflated egos and delusions of gradeur get toogether to pat each other on the back and entertain notions of stardom, fame, and saving the universe. Namely, shooting for The Worst Scifi Trilogy Conclusion Ever continued. In fact, all principle photography for the film was finally completed just shy of 2100. Next comes editing. In all likelihood, I won't be involved in that portion of the process. But then again, you never know for certain.

A few minutes ago, Jaeger and I completed a viewing of Dune, in all its hyper-saturated, 1.85/1, tv budget effects glory. I'm almost tempted to movielog it, despite the fact that it doesn't fit one of the implied criteria of movielogging: That it actually be, or have been released as, a theatrical feature. Ho hum. The line blurs thin.

For those who don't want to be bothered to dig around on mozilla.org to find the instructions, these are the lines to add to your prefs.js to greatly improve the browsing experience:

I choose the above title because I can't think of good title, and because it seems to aptly descibe my life lately. Wake up in the morning, go to work, and hang out. Eat lunch. Hang out. Do something or other that resembles productivity, and hang out some more. Come home, hang out. Go to Pearl Street, hang out. Etcetera.

The rise and fall of one of many dot com businesses that went big and then went bust plays out like a modern day Greek tragedy. It's a familiar scenario. Startup business founded by a few friends who went to school together with big ideas and big dreams. They seek funding and resources from outside investors, and use it to make a big splash. Eventually, the combined difficulty of running a company plus having to deal with external financial pressures proves too much, and things go south from there.