PEE ZERO

17:35

Candle drips real blood!:

Oh, people quoting people quoting other people. I don't even know who the other people were quoting, but the third iteration of people were attributing quotes to the second iteration. Wrong!

In coherent-space, I'm working from home, because I don't have a desk at work. Working at home is good, except that there's no free coke.



I installed a CD burner here. I'm not so sure it works correctly. I bought it used (from Ed), so who knows. If not, I can pick up a 4x writer for about $225 new. Having 2 CD drives is confusing some of my applications, too. The original CD drive isn't doing so hot, either. It skips every once in a while, on clean CDs. No clicks or pops, just temporal displacement. It's kind of unsettling. I'm never sure whether it was the machine, or if I just lost a quarter second of time somehow. Maybe it really isn't broken, but the rest of the world on doesn't seem to skip, so I'm going with the CD explanation.

Celebrity is built on misplaced affection. So long as people keep becoming smitten with people they've never spent any time with, there can be superstars. Fan clubs. Tributes and stupid fucking awards. I don't even think "talent" is of much use, except as an abstract attractive quality when creating your fame. Hmm. From an objective standpoint, it sounds like I am bitter about some particular talentless famous person. I fear celebrity, though. To be well known is to be unknown. Pomp pomp pomp. I just mean that no one will want to actually know you, they're too busy falling in stupid love with you.

Ah yeah. "Stupid Love". Even the quotations are a tautology. The Tautology a pleonasm. (just kidding)

Panel 1 is where I wait for the bus in the morning to go to work. Spoooky.