Zeitgeist

All my base, evidently, are belong to you. My Level CXVI Mulligan was no match for your simple Level X Good Move, and my serrated bandyclef is now shattered. I guess I'm Not, rather than Hot.

Starting Is Such A Tricky Thing To Do

Well. So this is LiveJournal, and I have been assimilated. I'm trying out the Emacs client, since the Palm client crashed as soon as I clicked Prefs. Oh well. That's what I get for having most of my memory used up, I guess.

In which we start bolting things together.

Continuing the experimental silliness, I've now tied the lj emacs client to my hack that picks up the current track from Gronk so that the Music field gets filled automatically, if inaccurately (sometimes I have the sound turned down). I am all about laziness.

Where does the time go?

Huh. It's quarter past three already. Last time I checked, it was one o'clock. Anyway. I bought some more books yesterday, and went clothes-shopping for the first time in ages. So now I have a few more things to read and a few more things to wear. Je suis... consumer.

Flushed my regular diary, and other updates, up to my website.