[Bitscape listens to selections from Strange Little Girls for the Nth time. Not even trying to quantify N this time.]

Yes, I think I have become mildly obsessed with this album. I may now have incentive to get up to date with the latest p2p technology: A scavenger hunt. Find the original renditions of all the songs on this album. That would be a worthy pursuit.

Been on irc for the last 3 hours. The first hour was the most exciting, with a cast of Jaeger, Neelix, Humblik, myself, and let us not forget little TransBot, who acquires more new skills with each passing day.

After Neelix and Humblik departed, Jaeger wrote journals, and I read them.

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I gave Tobias an overdue oil change, then the traditional bath (happy now Tobias?), stopped at Subway in Boulder for takeout, and hurried back to the Louisville Compound, though I couldn't remember why, and then lost my short term memory.

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I ran out of the office, screaming and tearing my hair out, knocking over cube walls, and driving over the curb divider between parking lot and street on the way out. Luckily, I didn't get any flat tires, although my head hurt from the impact of the glass. Straight out of Interlocken Pkwy at 90 MPH, and to the auto parts store, where I quickly grabbed as many quarts of oil as I could carry, and dashed out of the store, arms full without paying before the clerk could object. A cop chased me for a while down South Boulder road. I barely managed to evade him by snaking through a residential neighborhood, hiding in an ally, and then it was back to the Louisville Compound in low profile.

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Oh, sorry. Wrong quantum universe. I'll try not to do that again. Although...

Transcribing realities from other quantum universes might help to spice up the content a bit around here. Imagine the possibilities!

Or not. It's time to sleep now. Thank you.

... me new favorite:

flatline