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February 17, 2006

Need to find more time to write.

Maybe I will next week when I am in Harrison, AR - a place with nothing to do but write after hours.

I have a couple of good tidbits floating around in my head:

The mentally unstable guy who decribes insanity as having a light in his head that he can't turn off. Not a bright light, but a dim, flickering flashlight that illuminates every face he sees from below, and every person he looks at seems sinister, like he's about to tell a campfire story. Not just people though - animals, things, places, even ideas are lit the same way. Imagine trying to get up in the morning when the idea of getting up itself is lit from below and menacing, or losing you place under the overpass because it looks like it wants to eat you.

Or the idea that while faster than light travel isn't possible, but there is no reason that the SETI project might not pick up a long, repeating signal which, when decifered reveals the plans for a very powerful computer, and the software to run it. The blueprint, if followed correctly results in an alien in a box - he's translated into software, and the hardware gives him virtual life. A risky form of travel, the reciever might not be able to assemble the plan, but, well, you have sent out dozens, hundreds of signals, and some of them hit and get built. From then on, you know that you have a means of lightspead travel without all of the reletivity problems. Just an idea - don't know what to do with it yet.

I will not, however, write much about my short relationship with Paris Hilton. Turned out she's a nice enough girl, she is a little ditzy, but all the electronic stuff she gets as freebies? She understands it, and knows quite about how it works. The relationship had to come to an end though because I couldn't keep up in her world - as she told me at the end, "Being stupid is really hard work for people like us".

I have also discoverd that if I turn the electric blanked up to 7, I will dream of reptiles. Houses full of snakes, iguanas, and at least on monitor lizard (which was way close to that kid). I actually woke up trying to remember how Sharon and I had agreed to split up the snakes - she could have the Anaconda and the python (they were getting too big anyway) but I really wanted my Boa Constrictor.

Posted at February 17, 2006 11:21 PM in Personal Blahgging

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