He Owns NASA

On the way to work yesterday. I'm waiting at the Pioneer Square MAX stop, eastbound, reading Willamette Week. A guy nearby turns to someone and says, "hey, do you figure that clock is right?" I glance over: he's pointing at the big digital clock on the bank across the street.

Someone says something affirmative -- sure, it's right. The guy says, "well, heck, in eleven minutes I'll be 42 years old. Yes sir."

Okay. Ice breaker. Talkative fellow. It's sort of ham-handed, but if you want to strike up a conversation with random people on the street you have to start somewhere. I go back to my WW, and so miss the next couple sentences. Then I hear this:

"Yeah, but I'm a co-owner of NASA."

Silence. Maybe some mumbling. And then the guy is stomping away, right past me, and he raising his voice, a little angry, a little defensive: "Yep! Believe it or not, I own NASA!"

John Paul II : Popes :: Ganglion : Servers

Ganglion, the physical computer on which neuralnexus.net has run for the last few years, is officially dead. The hard drive is just so much useless metal. My web space is gone, along with any data posted therein of which I didn't have the good sense to make backups.

How much data is that? I'm not sure, yet. At least some. Possibly a lot.

I'd been meaning to give my site another go -- this stands as evidence, as a stopgap while I got my ass in gear -- and it appears I have been prompted to drop the clutch and put rubber to road. Now I just need to decide WHAT to do.

The Wayback Machine has some of the old grounds cached:

archive.org cache of cortex.neuralnexus.net

Also, a tiny tiny cache of thumbnails of already-small Palm sketches, via google images.

Dentists Stole My Teeth

Just had oral surgery a couple hours ago. Top and bottom wisdom teeth? Gone. Along with sad little Molar 31, who wasn't doing so well either.

Still very numb from the local, but feeling fairly alert post-anesthesia. Angela made me a milk shake, at least 80% of which didn't end up on my shirt. As soon as I start to feel any goddam thing at all, the Vicodin is coming into play.

So now I'm looking forward to a few days of couch- and computer-dwelling, playing video games and popping pills and maybe composing some space-headed electronica and god knows what else. At the moment I feel superb, but I doubt that will last.