I only got to speak a few words to my love this evening, seeing her appear gave a rush of happiness, and having to depart so swifty stung bitterly. I hope to catch up to her in the realm of dreams soon.
Tomorrow, I look forward to a day of much more time together and some catching up on today.
Sweet dreams and happy awakenings to her, and all.
Why do we need a replacement for Matt’s Script Archive?
The problem is that the scripts in Matt’s Script Archive aren’t very good. The scripts are well known amongst the Perl community to be badly written, buggy and insecure. Anyone asking for support on Matt’s scripts in any forum will be told in no uncertain terms that they shouldn’t use his scripts. The link above has a lovely collection of replacement scripts, that you can swap out in exchange for Matt’s.
Yikes.. the #10 was very crowded this morning. Standing room only… I was disappointed that more mem didn’t give seats to the women. I’m old-fashioned that way. I wonder what happened to the old days when there were hanging hoops to hold on to on the bus… now there’s just a lowish metal bar running the length of either side of the aisle.
New internet precautions added to the firewall… bah… it includes more elaborate monitoring software. Fortunately the LJ client and assorted chatties are still allowed, but I wonder if there’s going to be some havoc regarding surfing. If that’s the case, I can always bring in lappie, and snag a free dial-up phone line. (won’t be the same speed, but c’est la vie.)
cue to montage of slo-mo, skewed, David Cronenberg-meets-David Lynch-like images of said soft-skinned and untainted laser dept folks being dragged up the colossal basalt steps of a pre-human temple, while the programming dept folks chant and beat on taiko-like drums. At the top of the stairs, in front of a huge, sixteen ton Internet Explorer logo carved from a single clear crystal quartz block, backlit with sky blue footlights, Sappho the Mighty waits to slit the surfers’ throats with a silver-hilted obsidian knife. Scotto the Yeti-Pod hangs around sipping an Octopus (1 shot light rum 151, 1 shot orange juice, 1 shot passion fruit nectar, dash Angostura bitters, soda – Holding the soda, pour the rest of the ingredients into a large snifter. Fill with finely crushed ice. Top with soda and stir)
I just have to make a point of protecting my own neck from mister knife, by keeping surfing to places of company interest for a while. (except during breaks.) I don’t want that ugly rumor starting back up about me… not while the Chupacabra is still the flavor of the day. “Small Hands” has plenty to fill his focus for the meantime, without adding me or Island Boy to the mix. The folks first on the altar might be Bon Bon, or Bon Bon Spawn. Riker and Mortimer are probably safe. Old and Young Macdonald will be ok, as long as they keep bejeweled to a minimum. Murphy and Hoi don’t surf at all, as far as I know.
Let’s see if the busses run on time today. 🙂 Was awakened by friendly Newtie taps, asking to play this morning. Not the evil face, but an nuzzy, purry awakening.
I called mp this morning and they assured me that it would be handled today. I hope so… that money can be put to better uses… Valentine’s Day is coming, don’t ya know.
Well, mp still hasn’t refunded the money that it was supposed to take care of last thursday. Tomorrow, first thing, it’ll be time to use words like “theft” and “lawyer” when I call. Pesky. Note to self – Customer Service 800-360-1722
The Tron extra features are nice, and the deleted scenes interesting, though I’m glad that they were cut. I’m very interested in the sequel, now… http://tronkillerapp.com for a totally non-revealing teaser. Funny… I can remember quite clearly going to see the movie with James Dawsey when I was in 7th grade. about four years left before the down times. maybe I’ll refect more on Unity junior high and the times with James, Kevin Cummins, and that phase of life. Being a santa for the first time for the twins club, and my first gig as a library assistant.
Hitting the sack… see you in the AM, Journal… time for bed, and dreams of bliss and birthday presents. 😉