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

Hmm. I was about to post about how my nemesis Jesse McCartney seems to have dropped any serious claim to "Jmac", and was going to cite the fact that I own the entirety of the word's initial Google page or two when I noticed this is no longer the case. In fact, I'm now the third link down, underneath the jmac.net guy and a Japanese company.

Rather than think that I've let my Internet Star fade recently I will instead loudly muse that Google must have modified their algorithm again in order to reduce repetitive links into the same websites. BLA BLA BLA there done.

Melissa asked if I wanted to do dinner on Thursday, which I thought was pretty random, but it turns out that it was also pretense for her to present to me a little bag filled with orange, purple and blue Sculpy stones, all subtly sparkly. There were enough to serve as Zendo stones throughout our Arisia adventures.

We ate at the Diva Indian Bistro in Davis Square, where I actually hadn't eaten before. It was very good, and I knowingly had naan bread for the first time. Go eat there.

I finally called Melissa "Michelle" in front of her face at some point over the weekend (she and Noah dropped into Arisia together at least a couple of times). I knew this would happen sooner or later. So who is Michelle? I don't know, really, but I find the names very collision-prone. That's all.