(Once again, I am talking out of my ass. I can't even IMAGINE something warm, with the texture of meat and the flavor of beer. My imagination fails me.)

I went back to play Battletech on the 27th. I ended up playing on expert simulation mode, against two other experts, because it was the only opening available. I won, ha ha. I killed them both, and was only killed once because my myomers failed and I couldn't figure out what was wrong with them, so I just sat there while everyone shot me.

What is it with Swedish people and the sound blaster AWE 32? All the good AWE 32 pages are in Sweden.

You know how in the USA, the default group to pick on in 'stupidity jokes' is the Polish, and in Hawaii, it's the Portuguese ("Portagee")?; Well, in Norway it's the Swedish. In Sweden, it's the Norwegians. heh.

So, how many freelance web designers does it take to change a light bulb? Haah? FIVE! HAHAHAHAHA!

SO, I was thinking that some paper memory would be a good thing. Recording things while you're experiencing them is kind of bad juju, though. Sporadically writing in a little notepad while you're with other people looks both pretentious and neurotic. (Like I need any help looking pretentious and neurotic.)

I can drive myself to distraction trying to remember things. Once when the band was on Radio Free Hawaii, I couldn't say anything the entire time because I was trying to remember the word "reconcile".

One of the things that Ed used to tell me every so often is that the majority of people are dull minded and uncreative cow-like beings whose sole purpose in existing is buffering against genocide of the human race. Well, he didn't really say that whole last part out loud. He just said that a lot of people are dumb and incapable of learning. I want to believe that everyone can pretty much learn anything they want if they can bring themselves to try. How different can we be, biologically? Is there a "stupid" gene that makes you genuinely stupid? If there was, you'd think that it wouldn't get passed on very often, as the universe tends to kill off stupid beings. hmm. Heinlein had a quote about that. Anyway, if it was genetic, you'd think that the majority of people would be smart. (Then again, you'd think that the majority of people would be 'beautiful', too.)

When I start talking about stuff like that, I start feeling like I don't really know what any of the words I'm saying really mean. Right in the middle of a paragraph, I start feeling real unsure that I can really say anything at all, since the degree of certainty I say it with is so feeble to begin with. I mean hell, start with "I know nothing" and then go down from there (to: I think I know things that I don't know). Don't get me wrong, though. Go ahead and TRY and get me to take something on faith.

I feel better now. I'm reading the daily comics. This is pretty un-funny. "How's business, Mister Sickle?" "Very slow sire" [sign: "Sickle Funeral Home"] "...Then why the big smile?" "There's talk that the black plague is making a comeback". FIVE! HA HA HA HA HA!

I can't even imagine how the cartoonist (Johnny Hart) convinced the editor that it was funny. Why? Is it funny because this funeral director guy is smiling about the black plague, which is obviously a horrible thing that everyone should abhor? Is it funny because he describes it as making a 'comeback', like a boxer or a fashion? Johnny Hart is obviously a religious fellow; he draws a lot of cartoons with spiritually uplifting messages. Maybe it's a christian thing that I don't understand. Errr..or maybe something that happened in the news or on TV. Hmm, yes, it must be a pun.

Whoa boy. Abhor. There's a pretentious word.

Hi Olana. Nobody is talking to you because you're a hard act to follow.

Today's MOD project: Lethal; 332K (couple minutes at 28.8)-15 second fragment.