A Simple Way To Go Faster Than Light That Does Not Work

I am having a good day.

In the wee hours this morning I played two games of Tic Tac Toe against a bot with the Volity web client. The application is not in a state where anyone other than me can use it, but we have nonetheless acheived target depth. It's all lateral digging from here. I IMed radiotelescope around 1a.m. to share the moment. He said "WTF, mid-August?" and told me to go see a movie.

I've suffered discomfort from zits growing deep in my left ear over the past couple of days, and they burst while I was showering this morning. It was briefly horrible, but after spending a while mucking the ear out with Q-tips I felt my old self again. If it weren't for classicaljunkie I probably wouldn't have had any Q-tips on hand. Truly, this is what love is all about. (Actually now that I think back I originally bought the Q-tips to clean my keyboard. Wev.)

Walked to Kendall to squirrel the spoils of my July contracting work into the one ATM in town that accepts deposits for NetBank. Buoyant and listening to favorite podcasts, I thought upon Zarf's advice and looked at the movie theater, but they had no noon shows, so instead treated myself to lunch & beer at the CBC. I think I ticked off the server when I changed my mind about outdoor seating and asked to go inside instead; though the restaurant had few people in it he sat me next to a couple of grumpy people talking business, ignoring their cranky protests about why I had to sit there. I listened to my iPod and enjoyed my meal anyway, and said hello to modpixie on my way home.

Now it's pouring out even though I was walking through the sunshine. Who knows!

I just realized that the scab in my forehead where it looks like someone tried to brain me with a pen knife is where a blackhead used to be. So I guess the blackhead that I thought I'd have to live with forever has fallen out, taking a chunk of flesh with it. Who knows why this happened.

Assuming that this isn't a terrible omen that means I'll drop dead now.

Also assuming this scab will go away. A little scar on the cheek or brow is one thing; a bright red line smackdab in the middle of yo forehead is all my third eye is watching you. It's certainly way more visible than the late Mr. B. Head was.

In other news am done with a spot of strange business, so off to party. woo woo