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| Monday, April 28, 2003 |
| Vivid Dreams |
| posted @ 01:01:00 MDT by bryn |
| Some people don't really remember what they dream, I've even met people that say that they don't dream at all. I know for sure that I dream in color and I often remember my dreams in such detail that they often seem like memories as fresh as yesterday. Over the years I've noticed certain recurring themes and patterns. Sometimes they're very simple and obvious but the one that's got me wondering most recently is very strange. For reasons I haven't yet been able to identify I'm dreaming of Frosted Mini Wheats cereal. More accurately, I'll be dreaming about something and there will simply be a box of Mini Wheats on a table like product placement in a movie. While most often the cereal makes a passive appearance in dreamland I do sometimes end up eating them. They're really good too. While I haven't enjoyed Frosted Mini Wheats in probably more than a decade I know the taste and texture are even dead-on correct. I guess it could be worse, I could also be lactose intolerant in my dreams. |
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| Wednesday, April 23, 2003 |
| 60.OPEN DBS 52 |
| posted @ 03:54:00 MDT by bryn |
| Does it bug anyone else that it's a lot more difficult and time consuming to open a new DVD than a "child proof" pill bottle? |
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| Sunday, April 20, 2003 |
| Traffic Revision Ahead |
| posted @ 02:37:00 MDT by bryn |
| Like the last waning fingers slipping off the sunset lips of the horizon it's slipping away. The sun falls and will rise and another will rise. Burning away, far away, farther and further away. |
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| Monday, April 14, 2003 |
| I Knew It... |
| posted @ 11:59:00 MDT by bryn |
It might be kind of scary but I called this one before I even took the test. =) Which OS are You? |
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| Wednesday, April 9, 2003 |
| Contact Page Added |
| posted @ 15:40:00 MDT by bryn |
| Somebody I know who looked up my page was surprised that I didn't have my Email address posted anywhere. I responded that it was because I'm not a moron, heh. Due to his experience I figured it might be a cool thing to at least put up a form to prevent confusion in the future but still avoid spam harvesters. The "Contact" link in the site menu will now take you to the form if you navigate to it. |
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| Tuesday, April 8, 2003 |
| Nice Neutrons |
| posted @ 06:39:00 MDT by bryn |
| This story from Slashdot has left me with a deeply perplexing personal quandry. Now I don't mean to get all gnarly on you but when you see what they're doing (picture) I can't help but get into some heavy soul searching. So here it is... If they can build a toaster like that why can't we get the microwave oven and microwave popcorn people together on a "popcorn" button that actually works? |
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| Sunday, April 6, 2003 |
| Modifuckation |
| posted @ 03:44:00 MDT by bryn |
| 0 <- @ * While research has been worthwhile, I realized a HUGE mistake in my original theorem. Therefore the new revision is as follows: ( ( {0} <- @ * ) / A(x) ) n - 1 (note: * is indeed a wildcard and always will be) Thank you. I feel much better now. =) |
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| Friday, April 4, 2003 |
| KA-BAM! |
| posted @ 02:33:00 MST by bryn |
| 0 <- @ * Big, fat, mo' fazuckin' hint... Note: hint is not a registered protocol. |
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| Thursday, April 3, 2003 |
| Insomnia or Airplane Glue? |
| posted @ 20:22:00 MST by bryn |
| The gift of understanding is a set of headlights on a dark highway with no signs. They reach off into the distance and comb the edges of the road only as deep as the first surface to catch their glow. Far off in front the lines and designs made to shine back against the black press a path into the darkness. At the emerging end, fading into view, they may seem to change direction but the road is a single static line only revealed in passing moments. As the night passes by other lights gather, sometimes cities, sometimes towns, often single and lone lampposts, but they all cease in the rear view. Eventually all must pass. The swelling of lights at the side of the road where souls have gathered offer moments of hope that there is a reason for the journey. In empty moments on the darkest of highways you crave any light but your own, some sign of life... hope. When the lights get too bright the dark road to the horizon seems terribly inviting. Is there balance to be found? Searching down the road only seems to lead to more searching, finding only more to leave behind. I keep hoping that one of these stops is going to lead to someplace worth being. Balance... light and dark, moving and stopping. I'm tired, very tired, and I've been running headlong and blinded by the lines into the night for far too long. Good golly, what is it about not sleeping for two days that makes me want to type... =) |
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