and what if the ground went underground

what then.

I just keep thinking of really dumb things like theres a reason they dont make honey out of potatoes

I have been doing an enormous amount of fake work lately. the fake economy is, thriving.
truly I don’t understand it, but I don’t feel like blogging in recent days. wt… f.

yes.

too shall pass.

doubtless.

my module got about 38 kilobytes bigger today. I’m not kidding. this despite efficiency gains.

I’m watching the NOVA show about Pluto tonight. it starts at 8.

hey!

something like equilibrium lately. I guess that would be quasiequilibrium.

especially when I go to the gym, as I just now did. doing so guarantees at least one hour away from my computer. and I got lunch afterward and showered, so it was good for maybe 2 1/2 hours. which gives me a feeling right now like I’m free to spend the next several hours on my computer.

I realized this morning that I completely forgot that ollie is not mine. the witch will come and take him away, probably tonight. I had forgotten. highlight of the weekend was probably sitting out back in a chair and throwing a frisbee for ollie to retrieve. I made videos. I would share them — even tho they are pretty standard boring videos of a dog retrieving a frisbee — but it takes so long to upload videos to youtube. it is the bandwidth constraints, and not the boringness of the videos, that inhibits me.

I am rumored to be eating breakfast. scrambled eggs, broccoli, onion, garlic. and toast. or is it? salt, pepper. spreads on toast, perhaps jam. maybe a buttery spread of some sort.

I went to bed at 9:30 last night. woke up a little after midnight. back to sleep an hour later. awoken around 5 by my neighbors’ conversation and some laughing. did a little research on sound-proofing while still in bed. I now have a plan. not sure when I will execute it.

I hope I didn’t just eat too fast.

coffee steeping.

it’s a little weird, and maybe not healthy, but my main form of recreation lately seems to be pro/gramming. it engages the brain, but more than that, it disconnects the brain.

I was fairly productive yesterday. grocery shopping. replaced the toilet flapper downstairs — long overdue. got the scooter started and gave it some exercise. overcame a sof/tware-related difficulty. cleaned arnold’s cage. yikes, I was very productive yesterday.

I got an email late friday night from my credit card company notifying me that my phone number in my account had been changed. one of those automated emails that notifies you that a change was made in the account, as an anti-fraud measure. if you didn’t make the account change, then you know that someone has gained access to the account somehow. the email gives you the credit card company’s 800 number and tells you to call them if you did not make the account change yourself. well, in fact I had not made the change myself. so I called the 800 number in the email, after googling it to make sure it was a legit number. I was put through to the anti-fraud department. they said the phone number was changed but then subsequently was changed back. they seemed to think there was no problem; after all, the number was now correct. I thought this was quite bizarre. shouldn’t the anti-fraud people be concerned that someone had managed to change my number on the account and then changed it back? they seemed to think I was being paranoid. they told me it had been changed to a 503 area code before being changed back to my number. at one point they asked me what I thought they should do about it. I said I don’t know, I’m not a fraud specialist, you are a fraud specialist. your company sent me an email that asked me to call you if I had not authorized this change. so why are you now asking me what I think you should do. they said do you think we should deactivate the card. umm, I don’t know, should we? you’re the anti-fraud department. don’t ask my opinion. this is your job. they were very stubborn about it, as if it was somehow a part of their training to never offer the consumer any specific advice about whether to deactivate a card or not. eventually I told them to deactivate it and send a card with a new number, though they acted like this was an unnecessary step.

totally unrelated, but on the same theme, I got an email late last night saying someone had commented on my relationship status change in facebook. I thought this odd, since I hadn’t changed my relationship status in facebook. I logged in, and sure enough, my relationship status had been changed to “in a relationship.” It turns out this will happen if one of your fb friends marks you as in a relationship with them. you don’t even have to approve the change yourself for it to be added to the news timeline. I haven’t had a chance to ask this fb friend why s/he marked me as in a relationship with her/him. maybe just being silly, or trying to fend off other advances, or just imbibed a lot, or a computer glitch at fb. I suppose I’m in a relationship with approx 30% of my fb friends. the other 70% are nice people who I’m not in a relationship with.

it is a beautiful late February day in the DC. High 40s and sunny. Already the indoor pursuits (repairs) I had planned seem increasingly de-emphasized, or decreasingly emphasized. Really, when it’s this nice out, I care much less about whether there are cracks in my bedroom wall, and other aesthetic indignities. Yesterday it was low 30s. Too cold.

I drove to the BK on Florida to get breakfast. I always find it very soothing to drive in a car to get breakfast or lunch. It’s a whole different world. I get such a feeling of calm when I do it. Though I rarely do. Rarely do I drive for a meal.

The BK coffee is very solid today.

I’ve been eager to get my gas bill. Because the last one was low. And if the next one is low, then I can declare victory. It will be very dramatic. I’ll publicly declare that my utilities here (gas+electric) don’t cost more than they did at my previous address (electric). You’ll see. Dramatic. Unless my last gas bill was a fluke.