I'm moving this weekend. I'm moving, actually, to an apartment I've lived in previously-- which is pretty funny. It should be a much better situation this time around, though.

olix0r.net may be down for some period of time between now and the end of next week, but I'm going to try to keep the downtime minimal. Let me again plug Speakeasy for having some great customer service. They'll keep both connections up until I'm done moving; or at least that's what I understand to be the agreement.

This whole ordeal will deminish my ability to dive immediately into SoC work, though I am going to try to get a good solid crack at an initial development plan for early next week.

The song Like Spinning Plates comes to mind.

Granted- to a certain extent I have been aiming to live a slightly less collegiate life (with cooked meals and everything). I was a little amazed to find myself up a full half-hour before my alarm was supposed to go off. This newfound ability and determination to.. wake up.. also has manifested itself as the inablility to sleep throughout the last week. I guess this is good insentive to be off campus by 6PM, either way.

Beautiful spring day in the making- and this time it is actually spring.

Date: Thu, 1 Feb 2007 10:59:17 -0500
From: ver
To: wbh

On 2007-02-01 03:05 -0500, wbh wrote:

> i hope you are having the sweetest dreams.

I had weird X-File dreams.

The begining of the dream involved something like a camp of people that
I was in.  On this big muddy cliff in a hut without reliable lights.
Whenever the power went out someone would die.  We had to find the
killer, who was either a midget or some weird kid I went to high school
with.  Of course it wasn't the midget.

There was a dog that only ate things the color of money.  And when at
the petfood section of a supermarket I saw something called a 'doggy
salad' which was pretty much slices of ham, lettuce, and tomatoes.  The
dog's owner, some old lady, bought these long rigid tapework-like
(green) dogtreats that at some point later in my dream were
japenese-noodle like worms that were dangling from the dog's asshole
when the dog was dead in a tree.  Fox asked me to retrieve them.  It was
a big dead tree without leaves on a cliff over the ocean.

There was also a midget stuck in the doors of a subway cars, and
hipsters sitting on the subway floor trying to think of things that are
initialed 'MF.'  One of them thought of 'Masculine Feminine.'  The other
thought about something regarding Sherlock Holmes vs Asparagus.

There were also cinderblocks in the trunk of an SUV- i think your
parents.  I buried them in dirt so that I could keep dead X-File bodies
cool until they got to the lab, but there was some problem with this.
Later on when I was on Jeapordy I had to try to explain it to Barbara
Bush and Agent Skinner.

I have no fucking clue.  Get a GPG key so that the CIA doesn't have to
know about my dreams.