Illinoir

These pictures of snowflakes taken by Wilson Bentley, the man who discovered that no two snowflakes are alike, are absolutely amazing.

This Disc T@2 stuff is super cool too. Uses extra physical space on a cd-r to write text and burn images into the writable surface of a disc. Silly? Sure. Cool as hell? Of course.

It started with:

Friends of Adam:

As many of you know, Adam has been trying to grow a moustache for the last
nine years. He’s always been very public about this struggle, even in the
face of his debilitating shyness. He’ll probably kill me for spreading
the great news before he does, but I just can’t hold it in any longer.

He’s done it. He’s figured out how to grow a moustache, and he’s decided
to grow one this Friday. He needs your help in selecting the style that
suits him best. Please look over the styles in the attached image. Voice
your support for the style you deem most Adamesque by printing it out and
taping it to your forehead. Adam will debut his new moustache on Friday,
December 20th!

Don’t let this opportunity to shape Adam’s new look pass you by.

Sincerely,
Steve

…. and continued …

None of the above. Please see http://www.yanni.com/site/main.html for the
look I think he should be cultivating for maximum moustache pleasure.

-Jason

… and went on …

Although I think this is a fine choice, Jason…

but, Adam, you might want to consider this classic look:
http://www.riptaylor.com/

(not the Santa look, but the Man…the KING of confetti, himself)

-Beth

… and didn’t stop …

Dude … why not go all the way and grow a beard?

-Arlo

And now Steve must die.

I have achieved the same level of integration with MechAssault as I once did with Tony Hawk’s Pro Skater (1-4). With the latter game, after hours and hours of play, I would find myself looking at every object in the real world as something to trick off, something to grind. Back when Tetris was all the rage, I would see the shapes of the pieces between words in books and when I was playing a lot of chess, I would play out series of moves and endgames (basic, consisting mostly of wishful thinking) as I went to sleep.

Now, I’m seeing target locks over people as I walk down the street or look around a room.

Is this game going to lead to increased violence in the world? Not until I get my hands on a 40 foot walking tank, I suppose.

Fortunately for me, in the midst of all this, I picked up one of the small Xbox controllers. It’s much much more comfortable and after a few hours of charging up a Mad Cat’s PPC cannons, I am not left with ridiculous cramps in my right hand.

I’m experimenting with moving the Chaos Canon over to Live Journal to see if I like it better.

So come on, take a visit over there:

chaos canon on livejournal

….so I really am going to try this out for a bit, see how it works. The old canon will remain up as archives. The haiku might be moved over too. The only thing I’m not too psyched about is that the files aren’t stored on my server, so if livejournal ever goes away, so do the entries…. But there’s more flexibility involved, somehow.

So here you are. Welcome to the new chaoscanon.

…of a new relationship with journaling. this is everything i’ve been looking for, really. but can I jump off the blogger bandwagon so quickly? all these features i want and need, the privatization of entries, the inclusion, thank god, of what music I’m listening to, the ability to add comments….

Well, foobar friends, I’ve got to tell you….

I don’t know.

with a client like this…who needs the Iriquois?

I feel like I haven’t slept in days, like I am becoming the narrator of Fight Club, completely sleepless. I feel it in my eyes, my head, my stomach. Everything droops, everything becomes a shadow, a copy of itself.

And I look down at my hands and see that I am mechanically devouring Hershey’s Kisses, one after the next. This is done without joy, without pleasure, without even the slightest conscious thought. I wonder what this is doing to me.

I collapse in the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on the floor, wondering how quickly I’d be able to get up if someone were to approach the door, and how I’d be able to explain myself without giving away my secrets.

I tried cashing it in early last night but I think someone was in the apartment above me and the mere suggestion of footsteps created a palpable tension that kept me from falling asleep. It wasn’t until after 1 AM that I managed to fall asleep, all my glances at the clock eliciting quiet oaths.

I had a bad dream — something about passports and trouble with the law — and I woke up at 3:30 and felt the relief of realizing it was only a nightmare and that my life didn’t have the complication that the dream promised, but immediately after that, realized that I was about to have another night of not enough sleep and the relief vanished. I spent the next five minutes trying to recall the details of my dream and then the next thing I knew, it was 7:30.

Zeitgeist 2001

plus

Google’s 9/11 search stats

are very illuminating.

Particularly that thousands of people were searching for “cnn” on Google on the morning of the 11th…. People haven’t figured out that CNN’s website is going to be CNN.com?

Or was this thousands of brand new Internet users, driven to the web….for what? The web was slower than shit that day. I went home to my slower internet connection but much faster television connection….

So you see….oh, no you don’t.