This isn’t me, this isn’t real
It’s such a long way down…

Lots of code. Code and psychology and bits of Rauschenberg’s bed. Work has begun on another project for the cafe, this time a little more functional than… marketingish. I do better work in practical terms than in the aesthetic. And Stargate Atlantis lends itself to code work. I know not why.

Though there is a redesign coming for this site at some time in the future. I’m kinda excited. No demo; it wouldn’t make any sense as a static preview. I know this disappoints you, my readers, but be assured that the both of you will survive.

Things to note: a particularly barbed article from one Winda Benedetti concerning Jack Johnson and his ever inspired attacks on video games. And his self-promotion, but hey. Perks of the job.

Also Travian, but a little nagging feeling says I’ve mentioned that already.

:/ The Stargate team is being split up. I’m thinking that they gated into the middle of a simulation, mental… thing. Ha. Yeah. Reassuring to know that it’ll all be better in twenty minutes. Wish life was like that.

I think nearly everyone at school is at some level of horrible illness. Physically, I mean; it looks like everyone I’ve met so far is at least a little unstable. Humanity, I suppose.

Tension builds for the Atlantis team.

Aaand resolved. Amusing how every interaction with every new planet ends up with all future interaction with the planet being ruled out. Heh.

Anyway, goodnight.

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