Freaky gorgeous sunrise this morning.
Listened to William Gibson’s Zero History on the way in. Â As always, some truly excellent writing. Â The moustache isn’t really worth posting pictures of yet, but it’s getting there. Â By the weekend, I’ll have something approaching photo-worthy.
Didn’t go bicycle shopping today ’cause the place closes at six, and I couldn’t get out the door today until 5:45.
Is it wrong to somewhat enjoy that there’s now three people trying to get what I was trying to get done, and very VERY little of it has actually happened so far? Â I mean, that’s kinda messed up, right? Â I should be fretting, or at least stressed.
Well, to be fair, there is that right-eye tic I’ve had since… uh… August-ish? Â Gotta see a Doctor about that. Â And my finger. Â And get my eyes checked, ’cause maybe it’s that causing my eye tic, right? Â Could just be that.
Let’s talk about dead hardware for a bit here, shall we? Â I’m the sort of person who likes to takes things apart, and then put them back together again. Â I like to see what’s in there, y’know? Â I know what the CCD on a digital camera looks like. Â I’ve also pulled a number of small audio recorders look like. Â I know what the inside of a number of game consoles look like, and I also, for a guy with what I tend to think of as meat mitts, I actually have some pretty excellent fine-motor control. Â Arwen and I once made one of these
This is a special message from my wife, who’s lying on the floor next to me stretch her back:
brfde4fefg6hyujiollfvsjc4 c8hybp.pk;,][‘.76r.7/rc/dcsxs (and then she manaed to hit the power button and make my laptop snooze).
Go-go gadget pattern recognition!
- Birthday (obviously)
- fefg (6567 which spells Jilo)
- 6hyujio (which is actually how one pronounces “Jilo”)
- Llfvsjc4 has been playing the finest in Icelandic StroopWaffle-Bass Down Tempo
- Yeah, no, I’m done.
Hey, can I do this at work some time?
Oh, hey, wanna hear something slightly gross? Â (might wanna skip this last paragraph if you don’t) Â My middle finger on my left hand was slammed in a doorjam (doorjamb? why do I think there should be a “b” in there? Am I thinking “jambon?”) about a month ago, and while I didn’t break it, it’s like I “popped” my nail. Â Never heard of that happening before. Â I know someone who slammed their thumb in a bottle-capping machine, someone else who caught their finger in an escalator (as a kid), and while the first made their fingernail turn black, and the second has this permanently cool “racing stripe” in it, neither ended up with a two-layered nail like mine. Â It was so weird, and now it’s kinda… bumpy. Â I just finally attacked it the other night with some clippers to reset things and am hoping that it’ll grow out normally in… a few months…