'Why We Fight'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
The Real Snail Mail project will be part of the Slow Art exhibition at the SIGGRAPH 2008 conference in August. The snails are outfitted with RFID chips. Once the project site is running again, you can send a message to their server where it will be picked up by a snail and then dropped off at some point later on....
Instead of instantaneous communication, sent messages will travel at 0.03mph (0.05km/h) and could take days, weeks or even months to arrive....
I seem to have hallucinated the existence of some reasonably important emails this morning. Not boding the best.
Timelies all!
I have a purring cat on my lap. Kinda comforting. (Luckily it's not too hot out)
It is not hot - however, it's going to rain soon - it's dark and there's been thunder for a while (I'm hoping I can wait it out).
Hee. Dave White waited in line for a marriage license in WeHo today:
I started bugging moroccomole about how hungry I was for a Hot Dog on a Stick and why wasn't there a mobile Hot Dog on a Stick kiosk giving out free corn dogs here like the way that Ben & Jerry's dressed up a woman in a cute cow costume and gave out free ice cream in San Francisco? MM became exasperated quickly with this line of questioning, even though in a marriage the other partner is supposed to listen intently and with empathy to his partner's deepest needs. He'll have to work on that so he can love me better. And I should run for West Hollywood City Council. If I won I'd make sure shit like free Hot Dog on a Stick happened all the time.
Still yet another foot found this morning.
So that's 5 right and one left. ETC: All were in sneakers. Do you think there's a pod of killer whales picking joggers off the Seawall?
The mystery is where are the footless people. That's kinda disturbing. Are they alive somewhere, or a whole bunch of dead bodies missing a foot.
The mystery is where are the footless people. That's kinda disturbing. Are they alive somewhere, or a whole bunch of dead bodies missing a foot.
This! This is what I want to know. Where are the feet coming from? Who did they belong to?
Oh, and I just got back from the vet with Pico and he seems to be on the mend. His appetite is down, but we're hoping it's just a (known) side effect of the drugs he's on. I have some probiotics to give him to keep his tum settled and the diarrhea from happening. I am breathing put just a little.
I am watching the news, and I am amazed at how composed Tim Russert's son is in the face of everything.
Aw, Bruce Springsteen sang (via sattelite) at his memorial.
FTR, I still have both my feet.
But do your enemies?
How did you ... um, nothing, no, never mind.