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Is there a word to describe the following visual pattern that invariably appears in the screens of modern laptop computers?

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Little matrix binary-OR signs comprising a paste of dust and human fingertip oils, applied to screen gradually, each time one shuts the laptop lid. Blecch.

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Speaking of Matrices, I actually pondered responding to a jtroutman invitation to attend a sneak preview of The Movie Reloaded at Railroad Square in W-ville this evening, but (knowing how I function) this would have involved blowing off a lot of work both today and probably tomorrow, and I am feeling too behind in work to do that. (I also had to pass up a theatre-going invite from magid.) Instead, I actually got a lot of work done, beating up most of the first laundry list of HTS Manager bugs that Dara handed me last Friday. So that was nice.

I should make more checklists as part of my daily routine. Because nothing says "yer done" like a checked-off checklist. Seriously: since I work mostly on very, very large projects, and have a great deal of solitude and autonomy while doing so, it's often hard to feel, after a day's work, that I've done anything at all. Hmm... for years, maybe for as long as I've been a programmer, I've been telling myself to keep a work-diary. I really oughtta. What's stopping me? I dunno, dunno. Maybe the guaranteed lack of audience to feed my ego. Maybe I can split the difference and publish it on the ICCB website. meh

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I used to hang out on IFMud a lot but I don't much any more. (Really, I don't hang out on any MUDs or MUD-like things at all these days, with the tangential exception of AIM.) Sometimes I think of returning to IFMud (and indeed pop in for a few minutes every so often) cuz the people there are so goldurn smart and funny. I want to share with you a paraphrase of something I overheard there a while ago, of which I was just reminded.

Some person: So I was walking down the street, and a woman leaning out of her apartment window, several floors up, calls something to me in Spanish. I said, Excuse me? She said, I said, "You look so tasty, I could eat you up!"
Some other person, pretending to be the first person: When I came to, she was standing over me. Didn't you hear me? I said "Look out for the air conditioner!"

Oops

Apologies to all who saw that last post. I am sad that my browser cached the image I wanted to link to, preventing me from seeing the other image that that one website broadcasts for non-local image requests.

Throwing up now. Ugh.