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9:07 pm: Goodnight.

7:40 pm: I just finished watching Spy Groove, and Mark of Riothero was right. Agent 2 does look like Evhead. (Blogging density: 33.3%) Wow.

5:45 pm: I hope all this strenuous blogging gets me on Yahoo. Yes, I'm shamelessly brown-nosing so that I can get on there. I need more traffic. 5 sites a day just is pathetic. (More like 10. Hrrumph.)

5:27 pm: Although the crisis is over, just one more. I searched for calapitter on Yahoo and came up with this. That is the ugliest drawing I had ever seen of a bug. Erggg!

5:20 pm: I expel and hearty sigh of satisfaction. Thanks to Caroline of Prolific, now my mind can rest and be at ease. No more thinking today. Yay!

4:29 pm: I wish I just knew the truth about this bicycle thing. On second thought, I don't care. Too many people are retarded. Oh, and we have found another Replicant/biorg.

2:48 pm: Katy is now a Replicant. Sort of. I am really confused, so I brought it up on Metafilter, and I got this reply to satiate my curiosity. Unfortunately, it could be wrong. Totally unrelated to this overheard conversation, but it's still funny. (Not because it's supposed to be, but because of "beliver" and "launguage" and "seaguil.")

12:16 pm: I don't even have a Mac, but I'd like to have this mouse.

12:00 pm: I just asked my brother, who is awesome at Bladerunner trivia, and they're not called 'biorgs.' They're called Replicants. (Looks somewhat close to Republicans. Figures.) I should have known that.

11:51 am: Uh yeah, the 7:46 post is being amended with Tom of Barbelith. He's been brainwashed too. He's a biorg!

8:30 am: Last night's dream: I was on a rescue mission or perhaps in the armed forces. The water-based squad. And we were all girls. Ashley and Julie and about 200 other girls were there. So we were all trained-up' and stuff, so they sent us out into the "battle zone." It consisted of holding your breath for a very long time and going into this mass of metal seaweed, which was colored orange, blue, yellow, and red. Playground colors. So there were the enemies (dressed in blue army clothes) and we were there, lurking in the metal seaweed, wearing red, and blending in quite easily. So we all went underwater and fought. There was a bus in the area, and the whole place was underwater. For some reason, Julie and I were supposed to go into the bus to make sure that all the blue enemy girls were locked up in there so that they would drown. (Yikes!) So we went into there while it was sinking, and we made sure it was all locked up, and then I got out, but Julie was stuck in this cushy red ball thing, and it floated up to the top. When our seargent opened it, Julie came out and let out a big stream of water and air, and sucked in some air. We were all relieved she was alive, but back to business.

Then we started wrestling this alligator among the metal tubes of seaweed and we won. But it became our friend and ate all of our enemies. And the cool thing was that all it would do to us was nibble on our finger playfully like a nice dog. But then it died and we sent it to the alligator-meat factory. I cut off the feet though and my mom kept them in her purse. I dreamed all that.

8:15 am: I just made up a game. It has one rule, and easy instructions. Take a long strip of double-stick tape, stick it to the side of your arm that touches the table when you type (yeah yeah, proper typing posture says that your wrists should be raised.. but I don't have perfect typing posture), and see how long you can keep from feeling stupid because your arm is sort of stuck to the table. (If you have hairy arms, do not try this. It could be fatal.) Also, the rule is let no one know that it is a game. You are winning until you take off the tape. Then you lose. Cool game, huh?

7:46 am: Are Kottke and Megnut psychically linked? See exhibit A, followed up shortly by exhibit B. Neither one has given reference as to who might have said this. Or maybe it happened to both of them and they both felt that they needed to write about it using the exact same terms! Or maybe it's like in Bladerunners where the biorgs (whatever they're called, clones, blah-dee-blah) had memories implanted in them. And they don't even know they're biorgs (whatever). I'm sure it is the Bladerunner one. Conclusion: I should not be allowed to blog this early.