A Phillip K Dick story with John Woo action scenes. The premise is a fascinating one: The concept of the NDA is taken to the next logical step -- companies requiring employees working with sensitive info to undergo a memory wipe of everything that happened since the beginning of a project.

Coming now from "The Temple of Castor and Pollux", where we held the opening ceremony a few minutes ago. When bouncing and I arrived earlier this evening, Yanthor, Jaeger, and Kiesa were just finishing up Galaxy Quest. After that, we setup the Cube, played a game of monkey bowling, went for a fortification run, and now (ph|f)esting is underway! (Theoretically, the fest might not totally be underway until tomorrow when Humblik arrives, although the exact time of the official fest start is a hotly debated issue.)

"That was awesome."

As of a few minutes ago, I finished my Christmas shopping. Now I've been catching up on web surfing, and email.

Blue Velvet is trademark David Lynch.

On various occassions, some people have asked me about the recipe for my bean dip. I have generally answered, "There is no recipe. I throw a bunch of stuff together in a kettle, and keep adding until the proportions taste right." However, I have gradually settled on a general formula, which I use when buying ingredients. I shall presently share that here.

Rygel is puking up a storm right now, so I'm operating off of Illian. It seems that spamassassin exhibits some very wierd behavior under certain conditions. If, for one reason or another, fetchmail doesn't run for a while, when I do get around to running it to retrive the few dozen messages that have queued up on the server (99% of which will be spam), instead of processing them sequetially in a reasonable manner, it forkbombs about a zillion spamassassin processes all at once, one to handle each message. Very annoying.

Last night, we went to the airport and found that not only had bouncing's flight arrived early, but he was waiting for us with luggage in hand at the passenger pickup area.

In a few minutes, we're going to go to the airport to pick bouncing up. He is journeying back to Colorado for the holidays. Yay.

Unflinchingly awesome. The third in this masterpiece of a trilogy has been put to film.

I went and helped a friend of mine (ok, ok, it was $mentor[0]) get his new computer up and running this afternoon. A nice machine, it is. A Dell machine, with a drool-worthy LCD widscreen flat panel monitor. Very nice.

Salon is running an article about what happened last month in Miami. Though I heard a lot of news reports leading up to the protests, this is actually the first I had heard about the violence that happened there.

A new replacement emerges. Soundclick.

Well, this promises to be an exciting week.

Though it's been little more than a day since I last posted here, I already feel like I've been neglecting the place. You see, I've been devoting my resources to that other site.

Ok, a couple of new little additions to the Lounge code. Some might be immediately obvious. Others might not.

From the good news department, a nice fresh deposit landed in my account today, courtesy of the scottgalvin.com direct deposit processing system.

I think I just got the finishing touches put on the new comment preview system. The biggest pain, after fitting it into my convoluted object structure, was getting all the insane html escaping to work Just Right. But after a few bazillion test runs with it on Rygel, I think it's all good.

Tonight, I ventured into Boulder to attend BLUG.

After sleeping in later than I should have, scott and I had the joyous experience of nearly getting stood up by the rather contentious client. Eventually, things got worked out, but not before some hard negotiations that involved a little bit of "chown -R root.root * ; chmod -R 700 *". Rarely does it come to that, but this time, it did. (Yep, same client as before. This is one of those that you're glad when it's over.)

Since this week marks the dvd release of Firefly, I thought I'd take a moment to rant about a relatively recent phenomenon. We all jumped for joy when, beginning with the X Files, and going from there, they started releasing our favorite television classics on dvd. But it seems that now we have an even more interesting trend taking place: The short runs of many canceled tv shows finding a new life in the dvd venue.

As I journey deeper into the caverns, I come upon a long spiraling stairway that leads even deeper into the darkness. I must take it. I cannot go back up to the light.

The snow fell hard last night. After brushing off the snow, and Tobias on a little trek slipping and sliding around the block, I canceled by plan to drive to Boulder to attend meditation class. Not worth trying to navigate the roads in those conditions.

Today, I received a little envelope in the mail from the Target Visa people.

This is so sad, it's funny. And so funny, it's sad.

There's a great piece in The Guardian today entitled Cleaners Are Human Too, about London's nearly invisible (yet massive) night time workforce, whose jobs consist of cleaning offices. Most of the people who perform these tasks working full time (or more) are barely able to make ends meet.

Fortunately, my hangover this morning tapered off as the day went on. After a nice, long, late morning nap on the couch, I felt much better. I suspect part of it was caused by the fact that I when I did get to bed, I didn't sleep very well, and kept waking up throughout the night.

The head, it hurts! The ears, they ring. The head, the head, the HEAD! And I didn't even drink that much.

Gas to brave the unusually heavy traffic near downtown Denver: $1.23.

Having listened to it a few times, and having nothing better to write, I'll do a little babbling about the latest creation of Enigma (a.k.a. Michael Cretu).

Last night I met with scottgalvin.com and Jaeger to discuss some exciting new business possibilities regarding untapped markets which we might be able to fill. It was a business strategy meeting. Yes, that's it.

The past few days, I've been working on various pseudo-work on projects related to the ever more insane buildmeasite ventures. (Buildmeasite is a wholly owned subsidiary of x13.com, don't you know it?).

This morning before I woke up, I had a really bizarre dream. Immediately upon waking up, I felt the urge to transcribe it here. Alas, my computer was miles away. I didn't want to drive across town without at least taking a shower first. After contemplating for a minute, I decided that I could write about it later, and went back to sleep.