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  • All Lained Out

    So. Serial Experiments Lain. Yeah.

    I was right all along: It’s as if someone decided to try telling a story with lots of the pieces deliberately removed for the sake of being (ooo!) mysterious and cutting-edge.

    Red herrings. Mumbo-jumbo. Unexplained phenomena. Pointless, unresolved plot threads. False endings.

    On the whole, I was disappointed. I kept hoping the thing would go somewhere, you know? Ultimately all the writers could do was simply chase their own tails for a few hours and hope it looked cool enough to impress the kiddies.

    Maybe I’m just missing something, but… well, I’m not going to lose sleep over it.

    Ha. Ha ha ha. Get it? Lose sleep? Yeah. Damn, I’m funny. See you in half an hour.

  • Curious about the weather.

    Here’s what I want to know: How the hell do they know what the temperature “feels like?” For instance, take a look at the current weather indicator for Portland, Oregon. Sixty-three degrees, and it feels like sixty-three as well! Astonishing!

    I’d be delighted if someone could explain this to me. And if you do so tonight, be sure to use small words so I’ll be certain of understanding you. Thanks.

  • More linky goodness

    Since you’re not getting the intellectual stimulation you’re probably accustomed to, let me point you in the direction of The People’s Republic of Seabrook. (That’s in Texas, y’all.) There you’ll find a smorgasbord of delightful diatribes against the absurdities we see through the public eye. Go forth and be amused, outraged, and enlightened.

  • It’s a good night for drunken dialing.

    If we’re going to get a case of wrong-number drunken dialing at 2:30 in the A-bloody-M, it might as well be on the night I’m up until 6:00, no?

    *ring!* *ring!*

    Me: *checking caller ID, it’s a wireless number* Hello?

    Him: *mumble mumble* (something that sounds like) Brian?

    Me: Who?

    Him: Um, (something that sounds a bit more like) Brian?

    Me: I think you have a wrong number, sorry.

    Him: *mumble*

    *click*

    I waited a few seconds to see if he’d call back, but… well, maybe he really did dial the number correctly the second time. And as I stood there in the kitchen I thought, “Ah! I have posting material now!” Yeah, I’ve been at this too long.

  • Some peoples’ parents.

    Well, this guy certainly deserves a prize for “best write-up of parental weirdness.” Go forth and check it out.

    Yes, I’m “blogging” for a couple of hours. You were expecting real original content at this hour? Really, now.

  • Stupid Windows (and,) AmphetaDesk Rocks

    We modem share in this household. That is, the server (in my room) has the modem, and everyone else utilizes the bandwidth (meager as it is) of that modem. Windows 2000 Server provides a way to share the bandwidth, as well as a “dial on demand” feature.

    That feature seems to have gone insane lately. When the connection drops (as modem connections are wont to do) what sometimes happens is a double-dial. That is, a dialing session on top of a dialing session, and each interferes with the other. That’s not the annoying part. What really gets my goat is when, after one of those, you can’t get it to dial at all. Windows claims that some other connection attempt is being made, which is clearly a sack of horse manure.

    So I have to reboot in order to get online again. I have just now done this. Yay.

    I was originally going to write about AmphetaDesk, a really nifty RSS/XML feed aggregator. Instead I’ll just link to it and suggest that you check it out if you read more than a half-dozen blogs/journals/thingies regularly. It’s a damned nifty timesaver.

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