• 1:23 A.M.
  almost really falling asleep on this keyboard

I saw the two towers again, but this time from the back of Cinerama instead of the second row from the front. Summary: there should be a bathroom break in the middle.

Now I'm all ready to sleep. I think I'm going to have a snack, but there's nothing but wonder bread to eat. I decide against it, but wait! There's coke in the fridge. It's not my coke, but there it is... delicious coke... nah. Okay, I'll just sleep. Then a half bag of chocolate chips leftover from making cookies catches my eye and, well, here we are eating them.

Then I can muse on things like how people with actual brains do: WHAT is the NATURE of CHOCOLATE CHIPS? They are called "chips"; what are they chipped off of? They sure aren't shaped like chips of anything - perhaps this is the same definition that brings us "cow chips", in which case, yuck. I suppose they are shaped like little mounds, as if some midget cow dropped them off in the keebler elf pasture. That little curly part at the top, in that context, is now a little nauseating. Okay, but the salient feature of chocolate chips is really that they are chocolate, and not cow feces. This makes all the difference in the world! Sure, they're brown and can get goopy when heated, but they're so full of sugar, who cares what else they taste like?

Today in Java Servlets and Crap Like That (JSCLT) land, I learned that if you make your servlet implement the "SingleThreadModel" interface, it is run one thread per process. That interface is actually completely empty - it just acts as a "marker" for the server to detect (with "instanceof", I'm guessing) so it doesn't try to jam multiple threads to a process. I've never seen interfaces used that way before, but then I've only been doing things in java for a couple months. What wacky thing will they do next?

On the email front, I've been getting mostly spams about penis enlargement. You know, up until a few years ago, I had not ONCE encountered any sort of advertisement for penis size modification. It was totally off my radar. I have to say, spam really has had an effect on my awareness of penis-enlarging technologies and their availability for low prices.

Well, I'm about done studying for the night. Time to do my tooth care routine and hit the sack. I don't know why I always pick the mouth-scorching non-flavor of listerine. Maybe because with the cool/winter/fresh/burst/mint flavors I envision the germs in my mouth having a refreshing bath in sweet mint-water, but with this stuff, there's no question that everyone involved is suffering at least a little. Listerine original: you can tell it's working because your mouth hurts.

Love,

Andr00

I found this picture of me, circa 1992. I believe this is stage II of Operation: Pompadour.
That is a "Faith No More" shirt, long since worn into little tatters.