Monday
I slept horribly last night.
This morning.
Whatever.

I’m not sure why. Hopefully, tonight’s journey to The Dreaming will be less fitful.

We got on the road to Moab this morning around 8:00. It was rainy in both the Salt Lake and Utah Valleys. Traffic was bad. Wait… I’m talking about Utah morning rush hour. Make that: “Traffic was worse than usual.” I caught the tail end of something about an accident at Soldier’s Summit (which is on the route to Moab) as Jess dropped me off this morning – a semi went off the road. That made for less-than-auspicious thoughts about taking a chance in going today. So, we’ll try again tomorrow.

So, today became “Errand Day.” Tonight, we’re having dinner with a couple of friends and then it’s “Poker Night.”

News
Morning Edition: Mossberg: PC Industry Needs to Address Security Issues
Morning Edition: Cancer Risk Seen in ‘Green Earth’ Dry Cleaning
Morning Edition: Father and Son Prepare to Ship out to Iraq (When I listened to this, I was reminded of the end of Starship Troopers – the book, not the movie – but I also wondered: “Doesn’t this remind anyone by me of Saving Private Ryan and the potential problems therein?”)
Day to Day: Slate’s How They Do It: Paper or Plastic Money
All Things Considered: New Jersey Struggles with Overburdened Foster Care System
All Things Considered: Taking Lessons from a Guru of Listening
All Things Considered: Guinea’s Kantè Highlights Traditional Roots on New Album
Fresh Air: Actor and Musician Ice Cube: Are We There Yet?

BBC News: Mass DNA test for US murder town
BBC News: IT support for your parents
BBC News: Alert over Harry Potter web scam
BBC News: Singer Seal hits out at rappers

Stray Toasters

  • I need to start considering names for the soon-to-be-built computer.
    Sidenote: While perusing the list of ship names on startrek.com (My computers are named for ST ships… *DUH* ), I discovered that there is at least one episode of DS9 that I haven’t seen. Oddly, it looks as though I have seen every other episode from that season.

  • Speaking of computers: According to this article “The Commodore 64 sold more than any other single computer system, even to this day.” I had two of them (and a C-128, too). I still have one of the 64s; it’s hiding in a box in North Carolina.
  • “Charlie, how your Angels get down like that?”
  • posted an entry containing a link to an article entitled: Vatican Offers Course in Satanism and Exorcism. My inner anarchist, not to be confused with “inner Anti-Christ,” compelled me to respond.
  • Welcome to Cudgels ‘R’ Us
  • Tori Amos as Delerium
  • A few years ago, before I moved to Utah, a friend gave me a copy of Eeyore’s gloomy Little Instruction Book. I’ve been looking for it for a while and just relocated it this afternoon. It makes me laugh because it reminds me of an odd story about getting in contact with the REC here, when I was trying to transfer my position:

    Shortly after getting the book, I picked out a couple of quotes and used them for my home voicemail:

    Nobody tells me. Nobody keeps me Informed. I make it seventeen days come Friday since anybody spoke to me.

    Owl flew past a day or two ago and noticed me. He didn’t actually say anything, mind you, but he knew it was me. Very friendly of him, I thought. Encouraging.
    … a couple of seconds of dead air and then the *beep*.

    I got a call from the the REC’s HR office.
    And another.
    And a third.
    In a row.

    The first call was someone who was unsure if they’d dialed the right number and, after hearing the message, hung up. The second call was the HR supervisor, who still sounded unsure as to whether or not it was the right number, but decided to leave a hesitant message anyway. The third call was the supervisor calling back and in the background, she was telling someone, “You’ve gotta hear this…”

    This makes me smile because the same supervisor who kept calling became the manager that I made cry a few years later.

  • I need another computer case and power supply.
    Well, I don’t really need it, but it would be really nice to have it.

  • posted an entry in asking for someone to explain the meanings behind four songs. Ô.õ I decided to take a look at her LJ to see if I could figure out how old she was. I went nearly blind before making any determination. Here’s why. After my vision cleared, I checked her user information page and found that she is only Sixteen. (Sorry, couldn’t resist the No Doubt reference.)
  • By way of Broken Frontier: In Search of Joe Madureira
  • By way of Comic Book Resource’s “Lying in the Gutters” column: When the Chinese news media reported the death of Will Eisner, in his obituary, they used a photo of Michael Eisner.

And that’s my 2¢ worth.

Namaste.