I’m wondering about my beloved today, and hoping that she’s feeling better.

Spent a long time today working on a programming project, and learned quite a few nifty tricks… Code Guru has some handy tips, and the article on the joy of rotor makes a few interesting observations.

Newt’s been a sleepy boy all day, but now he’s in full-gear paper wad fetch mode. He just leapt up, and deposited the wad at my left foot, and took off like a flash…. he ran left, so I tossed right… I saw an orange and cream streak whiz past, and start to hockey it around before picking up the “dead” ball of paper, and returning it to me. He’s going to keep this going until he wears himself out again, I’d wager…keeping his predator skills up. I really care for that little monkey-kitty. He hasn’t flipped the kitchen lightswitch lately…I wonder if he got tired of it, or forgot how.

I miss having regular access to vending machines that would drop a cup, and fill it with cocoa, soup or coffee… The kind that had playing cards on the side, and you’d get points. We had one where I interned that you could even bring your own cup, if you didn’t want to be environmentally unfriendly. people I know drink a few cups a day… add that up over a year, and you have a *huge* pile of trash.

I also miss free vending. The place I’m at now would never make it… I could see folks in the mailshop emptying all the twinkies and soda, and taking them home, instead of living up to the honor system.

Here’s a list of fun stuff that has been found in vending machines. the idea of the art-o-mat is very cool, indeed. I would probably buy things from there weekly. This stuff reminds me of the weird junk you could get at hotel machines, or bowling alleys. Smoking monkeys, disposable razors, gag junk like magic tricks and packs of cards.

this rosetta stone for unix is far too useful… nice to have it all in one place.

I dreamed last night about living on a cruise ship that was in dry dock, and had been converted to deluxe apartments. We had a bank of rooms, a dance floor, banquet area, and an insanely big library with a lot of overstuffed chairs by a fireplace. The walls there were a deep, stained wood with dark red upholstry. It was very homy, though large, reasonably well lit, but had a strong cozy atmosphere.

I really wish that I could remember more, but the rest was shampooed away with the morning scrub.

By the way, Button-Bright’s real name is Saladin Paracelsus de Lambertine Evagne von Smith. He says there really is more to his name, but he’s forgotten it.(not bad for a 4 year old.)

I just synched the whole oz series into my palmtop. great popcorn books… I can tear through them fast or wander through slowly. I forsee swallowing them pretty quickly… they’re good bedtime books, and remind me of when I was a little bear. I’d like to read these books to my beloved in bed, as I’m pretty sure she’s never read them…. I wonder how interesting they are to an adult that never saw them as a kid? as for the meaty books to go with the popcorn, I’m devoting that area of my brain for the next month or so to building .net skills to a more valuable level.

but for now… nighty night, dear journal.