Apostrophic Chunder

Fold it up and keep it in your back pocket. Read it next time things seem to be getting good so that you remember that they weren't *exactly* right on Wednesday January 27, 2010. -- Things will be great when we get over that hill up ahead. We'll do that great thing that we've been looking forward to. Just have to wait until x, y, and z. The planets could align for us this time. I see sunshine poking through those clouds down there in the valley. C'mon you soggy sourpuss, the roof is not leaking that badly. Where did we put those buckets? I promise I'll do better tomorrow, next week, next year. For more information, keep thinking about it. There is no reference, no guru, and no resource. You can't google it. The mothertrucking answer is lodged deep inside your polluted, frail, struggling self. Nevermind - there's no answer in there, you were just constipated. -- Still here. Still learning to learn. Many new challenges just lately. I'd be lost without these people propping us up. Given a certain distance or time to dwell, still get lost momentarily. More to come.

Oh how I do love these careless moments spent outdoors in the summertime. Somehow I've managed to get about six fleeting carefree moments this whole summer. The rest of the time we've had plans. We've had so many plans, and the remaining weekends of July and August are already so gone, I'm actually looking forward to going back to school so I can have an excuse to hide out and hermit until Christmas. This has absolutely nothing to do with my family and friends because I love them to death. I just need some time and space to think about STUFF. Commuting to school I suppose I will have plenty of time to do just that, and listen to some books on tape, and some lectures if I can work out a worry free recording setup. But what *have* I been doing all summer you ask? Good question, Blog. You're transparent, you know. You're just biding your time, hoping and praying that you will not be decommissioned with the next round of harebrained balderdash that catches my whimsical fancy. I've got good news blog. I've decided to embrace nerdlyness so you just might make it. Anyway, I've been struggling to find that sweet spot where I can get to the beach, we don't have plans, I don't have to work, and the surf isn't flat. It's not panning out. The closest I got was last night watching a King of the Hill episode in which Bobby is harassed by the fake wave "locals" at a waterslide park. Oh yeah, I also achieved the following username on FB: Barney Haole. In the past I have had good experiences with documenting my wishes to the universe in writing - so here goes. I would like to ride some waves this summer. Thanks.

Don't panic. Take a deep breath and listen to the server farm white noise symphony. Now in your mind's eye picture the server room growing and growing until that's all that you can see for miles and miles. Five-story data warehouses stretching into infinity, connecting the suburbs and metro areas of all the major cities on the eastern seaboard. We're driving a very high-powered golf cart through server utopia 1785c. We're talking about what rain forests looked like, and how to lower the costs of the intercontinental tidal wave protection systems, the tinted sun bubbles... how tired of soybeans we are. I've got the heart of an eighteen-year-old clone ticking away in my chest, and plasticine facial features. Gibson is living inside the Aleph, a heavy duty self-powered wi-fi petabyte hard drive with a tinny sounding voice coil. Stephenson is relatively human in shape, but mostly robotic, largely due to moral reservations about cloning. Kurzweil is here just as he is everywhere, having finally joined the universal space-time-embedded-device fabric as one of the legion of facets in the machine intelligence. His body lives in a solar suspended animation facility floating above Akron as far as I know. There is a lapse in the conversation as we all take a moment to send and receive a few instantaneous messages with friends and family on our thought consoles.

Hi. I got rid of twitter and the graphinomicon domains expired. Thanks, bye.

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Ponch will be here, MAN! There are other celebrities on the list, but that's the main attraction isn't it? "Downtown" will be crawling with a few tourists and thousands of inebriated local villains. The usual suspects are already planning each and every glorious moment of debauchery. The young soon to be Mrs. and myself will mostly miss the festivities, but we might just sneak down to the old mall and quaff a few pints with the crew at some point. We might bring our little grill to the tailgate party in front of the Jimmy Buffett Tribute tent. I'll be punching buttons on my take-home final exam, but I have to get something like 75 measly points for a B... Anyway. We'll be making our rounds and we'll see you on the by and by.