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Thursday, January 10, 2002: 05:00 p.m.
The True Color of the Cosmos happens to be about the same color my friend, Faustino, got his Buick painted in High School. We went out and looked at it after he got it back and it really did seemed like we were staring into the cosmos. "It didn't look that bright on the paint chip." was all he could say.
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Thursday, January 10, 2002: 05:00 p.m.
The True Color of the Cosmos happens to be about the same color my friend, Faustino, got his Buick painted in High School. We went out and looked at it after he got it back and it really did seemed like we were staring into the cosmos. "It didn't look that bright on the paint chip." was all he could say.
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Thursday, January 10, 2002: 05:00 p.m.
The True Color of the Cosmos happens to be about the same color my friend, Faustino, got his Buick painted in High School. We went out and looked at it after he got it back and it really did seemed like we were staring into the cosmos. "It didn't look that bright on the paint chip." was all he could say.
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Thursday, January 10, 2002: 04:55 p.m.
The True Color of the Cosmos happens to be about the same color my friend, Faustino, got his Buick painted in High School. We went out and looked at it after he got it back and it really did seemed like we were staring into the cosmos. "It didn't look that bright on the paint chip." was all he could say.
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Tuesday, January 8, 2002: 05:22 p.m.
I'm a bit worried. There's this unidentifiable smell lingering around my workstation. I'm guessing it might be the ginger, soy sauce or wasabi from my lunch sushi, but maybe not. It smells kind of fruity, perhaps like an apple that's been sitting on a counter for a bit too long. Haven't eaten any apples. It won't go away. if it's still lingering tomorrow, I'll know what to do. Send me your thoughts as to what this smell might be. Winner receives an all expenses paid trip to Odd Smells, Texas if it exists.
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Monday, January 7, 2002: 05:25 p.m.
My lack of entries is not entirely my fault. Pitas' system is just very flaky. I get script errors about the half the time I try submitting something. bummer.
Let's see...about the most interesting thing that happened this weekend was I convinced Ede to cash in her free donut chip at the super secret Krispy Kreme training facility down the street from my house. They make donuts about 1/2 a mile from me, but the only store is way out in Issaquah with 2 hour waits. Anyway, she was successful as only Ede can be. They gave her about 15 donuts and we went on to Lowes to buy some paint for my living room.
So, another bummer is AT&T is holding true to their threat of dynamic IP addresses for the cable modem subscribers. At @home, they would dynamically assign me an IP and then it would stay mine for a few months, allowing me to....run a webserver. Now, I get no love. Anyone of you know how I can get a static IP so I don't have to deal with this garbage of updating my DNS server only to have the webserver working for 20 minutes before they change it. I need a static IP. Or, I guess I can find a cheap webserver. Might be more stable.
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Wednesday, January 2, 2002: 02:49 p.m.
Last night, Stacey and I reached the ultimate in basement boredom, when we synced up Pink Floyd's "Echoes" with the final, trip scene
from Stanley Kubrik's 2001: A Space Odyssey. They are exactly the same length. Start the song right when the words "Jupiter
and Beyond Infinity" appear on the screen at about the 2 hour mark.
What else was I writing about? I had written this long entry and Pitas crapped out on me again making me lose it all. I hate that!
Oh, I remember now...
I had a dream last night that involved this girl I used to have a crush on back in college. She was murdering people to harvest their
blood to make inks for her comic book. Apparently, in my dream, it was much cheaper to use blood as a base for making inks than
getting them elsewhere. I don't know. But I finally found out she was killing all these people. Then she found out that I found out. I
ended up being shit scared the entire dream that she was going to harvest my blood. I woke up in the dream to find her sitting next to me
in bed. She then swiftly cut a huge chunk of flesh out of my arm, which implied she could take my life whenever she wanted. Hmm.
Her name is Amber Callahan from Sugarland, Texas. If you know her, tell her not to cut huge chunks of flesh from my arm. It really
hurt in the dream.
Also, New Years was fun. I'll post pics soon. In the meantime, here are Santarchy pics from our Ballard excursion.
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