But the seismo people don’t think it’s a quake. What the hey?
Last night I was heading north over the toll road, and as I got up to the summit, where you can see the entire county, I saw the flash of an explosion in the distance. I was caught off guard for a moment and then realized I was probably seeing Disneyland fireworks. Sure enough, a few more flashes and some trails of sparkly fire were seen.
Just as I had settled back into the Normal World and turned my attention back ahead on the road, a huge bright meteor streaked across the sky right over my sunroof and disappeared somewhere in the far north.
Weird and cool: Coming into the living room and seeing my 76-year-old mother watching Nick Cave on the TV. And liking it.
Weird and funny: Getting two text messages from bikupan that appeared to be from a year ago, one saying “What, no potato salad? Bah!” and the other “Is something wrong?”. I vaguely remembered going back and forth about my accidentally vegan potato salad recipe last year and having some technical snafus. But no, she really did send those last night, and it wasn’t a temporal wormhole in the SMS system.
Neither weird, funny, nor cool: My re-discovery tonight of the fatal flaw in desktop computers nowadays: they’re all I/O bound. Here I sit with an 800 MHz PowerPC and 1 gig of RAM in my lap and I can’t do jack. Why? Because there’s disk intensive activity going on. The window manager slows to a crawl, none of my apps respond except in annoying bursts, and inexplicable errors occur probably due to clicks and keyboard presses out of focus because windows are changing erratically. It’s like I’m connecting to my own computer over a crappy old 14.4 modem link. RAAAAAAR. I want IDE to go away. [/geek]
Neither weird, funny, nor cool: I am reading a book about the Vietnam war. Bad: we’re doing it again. Worse: we’re doing it again much more stupidly . I’m experiencing nostalgia for the sincerity, honesty, and sense of duty of CIA and military officers from 1966. YOW!
Weird and funny but not cool: Bro ‘n’ ho couple arrive in D’s tonight and she asks D., who is behind the counter: “Do you have Chocolate Tea?” A moment of silence, and D. says “Umm, no?” Customer says: “Could you do that, like, put mocha in tea?” D: “I guess, yeah!” Customer: “Would that be disgusting, do you think?” D: “Yes, it would.”