Are there any pretty girls named Edith? How about Martha, or Bertha, even? I’m sure there are some women out there with those names who are considered attractive by at least someone (i.e., their husbands) and some old ladies with those names who were babes in the mid-1900’s. But what about now? Anybody?

And no, Martha Stewart doesn’t qualify.

Oh man, I got fired from 3Com the other day. Yes, 3Com! They used to be one of Fortune’s 100 best companies to work for. I can’t believe it. But it wasn’t exactly the fine folks at 3Com that canned me; it was the same people (LANSource Technologies) that hired me before they were aquired by 3Com. I’m not even sure why I got fired, exactly. This whole thing is dumb. A major communication breakdown, to be sure, and I’m the only one that sees that. Oh well, I’m in financial free fall right now. Fun???

How come I never see any blind kids around? Could it be that children who are blind are invisible? If I plucked a little boy’s eyes out, would he disappear? If I blinded myself, would I vanish? Or would everything else? I’ve got to try it one of these days. Excellent!

WHY ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE READING MY WEB PAGE?!?!?! STOP IT!!! PLEASE, GO AWAY!!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!!

Hee-hee???

I sure hope Amazon does the right thing about this whole patent thing soon, whatever the right thing might be. I have a lot of old Star Trek novels and audio books I’d like to unload on their zShops.

Stereotypes are crude memes that have been the cause of much adversity, but I don’t think we should try to dispose of them from our society outright. I doubt that’s even possible. The use of stereotypes usually results in some kind of Us vs. Them scenario where someone is unfairly judged, but I think it’s also possible to use stereotypes to help better understand others. First, we need to direct the evolution of stereotypes to a much more useable form. Any unfounded and decidedly derogatory stereotypical ideas should be shed away, leaving little more than the grain of truth at the nucleus. Then these broad generalizations should be diversified, so we have more stereotypes to choose from. It’s best to think of it in an object-oriented way, but I don’t want to get into that right now . But with a greater variety of fleshed-out stereotypes, it’ll closer resemble the actualities they charicature and any still-misguided prejudices will be less likely to resemble the gross generalizations we have now. And after that, we can work on creating a greater selection of hackneyed clichés. Eventually, we’ll all be able to make our own damned clip art! Originality and imitation will then become one! Whatever the hell that means???

Ah, the weather’s finally getting warmer! I love warm weather???

From The Onion ’s Poison-Prevention Tips:

If you have young children, avoid purchasing bleach products bearing pictures of Pikachu drinking the bleach.

Strange??? a memory of a dream I had recently came to me just now. I don’t know when I had the dream–it could’ve been this morning, or the other day. At any rate, I believe it’s the first time remembering this dream since I woke up after dreaming it. As for the dream itself, it was about being able to fully power up laser diodes using just the natural electricity of my body. It was exciting, because I actually do want to implant a laser in my finger tip so I can point naturally and with precision. It would be very feasible if it actually was (or is) possible to power a laser using my own self, but I’ll probably have to implant an artificial power source somewhere, too.

Dust in my pants??? all we are is dust in my pants???

Every regular Scripting News reader or otherwise “Daveaholic” should check out WinerLog. It’s too funny.

2000-11-14: WinerLog was funny back in March when Greg Knauss was running the weblog, but now it’s unfunny, and I don’t necessarily recommend it (even though it still links back to me).

2002-12-28: WinerLog no longer links back to me.

I must say this now, to all web designers: if you specify font size in pixels (px) for the main content of a page, via CSS or however, you are a retard. No offense to actual retards, er, mentally-disadvantaged persons. Unless, of course, you’re a handicapped web designer that specifies font sizes in pixels. That would be somewhat ironic, no? But then you’d have an excuse, I suppose???

All those unopened cans of soup??? never used and now forever unusable??? like so many missed opportunities. I opened the cupboard often and I’ve seen them there. I was vaguely aware of the time going by, as I inevitabely aproached their respective due dates. What can I say, appetites can differ from one moment to the next. So they do, and so they have. As I grow older, I also become sleepier. The one night I cease to dream may very well be the night I never wake up. And what if? What then?

More importantly, though, is what will be in the meantime. That’s all that should really matter. Afterwards definitely won’t. But I find it hard to accept that what’s done is done–and what wasn’t done can’t be done now. Not in the same way, if at all. And so what’s left? What do I have to look forward to and which direction should I be facing? The more I expect, the less I experience. I can’t tell whether it’s simply a matter of perception or if I’m just trying too hard. Sure, it can be said that I’m actually not trying hard enough. It’s a commonsense-sounding statement, but I wouldn’t necessarily know what that could possibly mean exactly. It can’t be claimed that I don’t care. Of course I care! What else could I do, if not that?

Seriously.

I’m sick of tasting blood. I’m sick of bleeding. Cats and tooth decay be damned!

Ohhh??? but I love kitties??? meow.