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Archive for June 2002 I own three bettas, or Siamese fighting fish. They are the most interesting fish ever, as far as I'm concerned. Unraveled. Psychotic red fish. Jumps at my hand. Will ignore the food given and go for my hand, wherever it may be above him. Hits his head on the plastic lid when he jumps. Blueshift. Calm, intelligent blue combtail. Doesn't get overly excited about me, but looks with interest. When hand appears above to deliver food, no matter where my hand is, he waits patiently under the single hole in the lid. Sushi. Aloof, smaller, pink. His scales have an opalescent quality. Crashes at the bottom of his tank (needs water change?). Flares at my hand, but takes food calmly. Does not flare when he sees other fish! I think he's gay. Let's look at their reactions to common objects. My face. Unraveled: Mild dislike. Blueshift: Interest, but anxiety. Sushi: Interest. Verdict: Fish find me worth their attention. My index finger, pointing at them. Unraveled: Anger. Blueshift: Strong anger. Sushi: Anger. Verdict: Fish think pointing is rude. Stewart's Key Lime soda in a bottle Unraveled: Indifference. Blueshift: Minor interest. Sushi: Submissive interest. Verdict: Fish think big green things are kinda boring. A small plastic plant Unraveled: Intense interest. Blueshift: Annoyance. Sushi: Indifference. Verdict: This one sort of ran the gamut. Conclusion: Man, I don't know. *ahem* ========== Klez.E is the most common world-wide spreading worm.It's very dangerous by corrupting your files. Because of its very smart stealth and anti-anti-virus technic,most common AV software can't detect or clean it. We developed this free immunity tool to defeat the malicious virus. You only need to run this tool once,and then Klez will never come into your PC. NOTE: Because this tool acts as a fake Klez to fool the real worm,some AV monitor maybe cry when you run it. If so,Ignore the warning,and select 'continue'. If you have any question,please mail to me. =========== (attached: 134 KB) I thought of a quote -- "absence of proof is not proof of absence" -- but apparently that hack Michael Crichton came up with it already. Except I'm sure his version of the quote somehow involves toxins that can kill you if a single molecule touches you.  Finding love is a love divine; losing one's love brings frost to the tree of life... | June 17, 2002 6:46:19 AM  -- Kristofer Straub I can't stand it when people make up quotes that are supposed to sound profound, especially when they inevitably append their name and brag about it. I've seen two in the last week and there was one at my high school graduation, same deal. And worst, they're almost ALWAYS given in some kind of half-Shakespeare or mid-1800s speak, which makes them sound even more (less) profound. Back then, you could essentially say "death is bad" and the world would fawn. Did two more MP3s recently: A cover of Idle Race's Sea of Dreams (2.9 MB) A redux of Pie Gnome -- this is the "official" version (2.6 MB) Also, I charge you, go look at The King's Duck in the Fiction Abattoir. Good week to be the human body -- my human body! I'm giving it a run for its money! Two things happened yesterday morning of some note. One, I cut myself real good under the left ear while shaving, and I thought I had taken care of it, but my manager came to my cube and pointed out that I was bleeding. Embarrassing. The Mach 3 gives you three fine cuts instead of one, so you can pretend that you're a fish when you get hurt. More importantly, I was walking into my bedroom when I kicked my coat rack by accident and hobbled over to the bed holding my right foot. Now, I had the exact same injury about two years ago, and my foot swelled a little, and ever since it healed, I could feel a twinge when running somewhere in my right foot. I think I broke it back then. So, I think I broke my toe, since it's purplish today, worse from yesterday. Walking around and sitting at a desk can't help but send blood to it, blood to a damaged appendage (good album title), so I'm not surprised. It doesn't hurt, it's just stiff. My heart is kind of better overall, maybe, sort of, I guess, but I've been having a lot of PVCs lately. A PVC is when one heartbeat cuts in on another one, leaving a gap in the rhythm before regular heartbeats resume, i.e. ---|---|---|---|---|-|------|---|---|---... I've had these before, but not as frequently, and not as pronounced. On occasion I've had at least a second between an extra beat and the resume. Additionally the returning beat is stronger than the plain beats because the heart is filling with a little extra blood this time, so there's more motion. It goes away at night, comes back mid-morning. I've read a lot about PVCs and their relation to what I have, and every single case is this: - doctor says it's not life-threatening at all, and is more of an annoyance caused by stress, other heart conditions, etc. - patient is certain he/she's going to die of a super-secret heart spasm condition no one knows about, and concentrates on their heartbeat, potentially getting anxious and causing more errors. I still want to see the (good) cardiologist, but everything I've read says even periods of no heartbeat as long as 6 to 8 seconds are non-lethal (that was a severe, severe case). 0.8 second is plenty sufficient to send me to a doctor. If I ever get an 8-second lapse, I'm moving to the Bahamas. I get severely anxious over nothing. I'm anxious as I type this. Sometimes I feel better, sometimes not. I ask myself, why am I anxious right now? I don't know anymore. I feel like it's gone beyond the standard thoughts of age and secrecy and knowledge forgotten and human effort. I'm anxious because I'm anxious. I'm dead certain (no pun intended -- I kill me! [also no pun intended])* that my problems are all tied into this anxiety syndrome in people with my heart condition, and that the key to making them go away is not having stress. It's hard not to, though. Almost seems like it's getting harder. But enough about me. How are you doing? * not funny Work's been busy lately, home has been busy lately. I moved last weekend. I've been less anxious, but work is frustrating sometimes. VERY frustrating. I have to demo something this week and today the first program I worked on, the one I'd left alone for weeks, was broken when I tested it. I can't tell you how horrible it is to walk away from something that's working, that no one else is responsible for, and come back and it's broken. I found the problem though, it was stupid. |