I hate their Mark, I hate the Unicorn, I even hate "of". I'm even a little down on people named "Mark" today. Such is the halo effect of my industrial-strength distaste. Why? Because. Despite overtures such as shiny new drivers, relocating to several different PCI slots, removal of most other peripherals, and a suave new black gold-contact firewire cable, my MOTU 2048 (mk. II) simply refuses to do anything for which it was designed EXCEPT produce horrible feedback when thrown into "hardware monitor" mode. More like Puke of the Marnicorn if you ask me.

I had a little thrill today when I got home from fast-food fetching and set down my brown bag on top of my open CPU case with one hand, and my soft drink down on the desk with the other. As soon as I released both grips, I heard a soft "thwip" and a ripping, buzzing sound started from inside my computers guts."Oh great," my brain thought, "I spilled soft drink in my hard ware and now I've got a short circuit in my long integers." Strangely, nothing dramatic was happening to the display on my monitor. I took my hands from off the top of my head and used them to gingerly poke at the source of the noise inside the case. Apparently I had removed the paper from the beverage straw with my bag hand, and upon releasing the bag, the straw paper fell into the 90mm case fan. Whew. Situation under control. Situation documented with an unnecessary level of detail.

other than that, wheeeeeooowww. It's... well, the weather is doing one of those things people talk about (hint: not the cold one, damp one, or breezy thing). And I'm really under it. (the weather. as it does the thing.) That made me really want to do nothing. And nothing, I did.

(except spend hours troubleshooting something that rhymes with fark fuv fuh funicorn f2408 fmarkII.)

I wrote some lyrics. There's this one bendy song I keep getting stuck in my head, and the lyrics keep changing. At one point it's about "let go or spend your whole life waiting, waiting" and then a couple blocks of driving later the same part goes "understand the truth behind the nail". Ideally, I would write lyrics for large groups of songs that all have the exact same melody and are six seconds long. That seems about optimum for me.

any legislator who thinks video games are not protected as free speech because they can't communicate ideas are invited to play Max Payne. Ditto for "video games aren't art". speaking of video games and art, my new favorite demoscene group is farbrausch. Those guys must be some kind of weird synthesis of commercial artist, mathemetician, and euro-techno-musician. Yes, I wish I could be like them (not being german would be okay, though)

Aw, look! the cute little crow outside is talking!

"caw caw!" says the crow outside my window!

"Caw, caw caw! Caw caw caw caw caw caw caw caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw! Caw!