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I'm finally giving a long-overdue major makeover to my personal website, applying CSS throughout (aiming for strict XHTML 1.0 compliance, but with a ways to go yet), and rearranging content so that my public weblog is now on the front page, and links to all the major site sections, both static and dynamic, live on an everpresent navigation bar. The style is far from stable, but I welcome comments just the same.

Also on the navbar are little ads for the books I'm in, which point to their respective Amazon pages via referral-links that I've finally gotten to work correctly. If these actually result in sales (a fact I can track through nifty tools Amazon provides), I'll keep them there; otherwise I'll point them back at my own unofficial pages for these books (which are still accessible through my static writings page).

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Caught myself skivvies-clad in my bedroom's full-length mirror while preparing for a LAUNDR-O-MAT visit and said "holy hannah", because suddenly my legs are all skinny and muscular, at least relatively speaking, compared to my flabulous mental image of them. (I usually don't see my lower body in a mirror unless I'm dressed, and I own only long pants.) It was like the mirror scene from Spider-Man. Well... in spirit, anyway.

Seriously, someone has to go invent upper-body DDR right now. OK, this might not be all DDR's doing; I have been walking quite a bit over the past year, since landing my subway-access-only job at the ICCB, and maybe I hadn't paused to note the cumulative effect of the exercise until now. But still.

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Now I'm watchin' the mid-1960s version of The Outer Limits for the first time. This particular episode has a Dr. Tim Leary stand-in in it. (The earlier, cool-academic one, not the hippy-dippy one; that's for Dragnet to handle a few years later.) Neat; this sort of thing is as authentic a reflection of its own zeitgeist as any newsreel, and much more fun to watch. Thanks to rserocki for recommending this show to me.

Also, it vectors that "we only use ten percent of our brains" thing. How old is that piece of foofery? I betcha it dates back to the first mesmerism craze.