Idle pondering: I'm looking at my mass-produced desk, and it has Formica laminate over the surface of the wood on the desktop—the question of the day is, How do they get such huge sheets of Formica to adhere to the desk surface without going on crooked? Perhaps, though, I'm just sick and rambling...

Too little of teh [sic] inhibitory neuronal stuff happenin'...

I came up with what I think is a great idea, namely programs that self-spawn an installer program upon uninstall. That way you can uninstall the program if you don't have enough space and install it again at some later point without having to visit its site or buy a CD or any of that crap marketing people came up with. Some programs, of course, already do this—but it would be great if all programs would.

I dreamed about cheeseburgers this afternoon while I was still semi-asleep...I've rediscovered hamburgers, you see, as a viable food source in my quest to vary my diet a bit more.

Action movies rock. I lived under a rock—or at least lived in my house—throughout the '90s, the heyday of blow-'em-up action flicks, hence didn't really get to see much of the genre. Re: Demolition Man, which I saw last night, I understand that the whole idea of having a pansy society where people don't have real cops and then having to have Sylvester Stallone come in and curse a lot, kick ass, and bolt down burgers and beer while trying to beat Wesley Snipes is the kind of thing geared toward macho middle-aged men with pickup trucks, but I really liked it! I suppose this may be me being reactionary yet again, considering I live in this bastion of political correctness and anti-violence here at the university, but yeah...I'm going to have to see s'more blow-'em-up-and-kill-shit action movies.

"'Cause I am hanging on every word you're sayin'...even if you don't wanna speak tonight, that's all right, all right with me...'Cause I want nothing more than to sit outside heaven's door and listen to you breathing...it's where I wanna be, yeah..."