Sunday 18 July 1999
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Pic of the day: As promised, the neighbor's cat. Having a lazy day
too, I hope.
Lazy day. I've been playing Civ2 Dinosaur scenario and writing on my fantasy diary. Or "science fiction diary" would probably be a better name. Also played a little Daggerfall, but I notice my wrist started hurting after a rather short time of using a conventional mouse on the table. The portable and its mousepin is better on my hands, but not too well suited for fast moving games because of the LCD display. In the afternoon I grew very tired and fell asleep. After a bit I woke up long enough to move to my bedroom and crash on the bed. Sometime later I dreamt that the phone was ringing. (Or perhaps it really was, I will never know.) I dreamt that I woke up and went into the living room, and there (in my dreams, huh?) was SKH, Supergirl's father, talking with her on the phone. "I just found out that you can use Control P to print out" he told her. No kidding, man. You can use Control P to print out, if you have any decent MSDOS, Windows or Unix system, though the output will be quite different. Anyway I grabbed the mobile phone and talked with Supergirl for a long time ... in my dreams. I even took a long walk, bringing the phone with me. There were dinosaurs dotted around the landscape, and the bridge across the river was just a few planks to balance over. I really did not have anything to say, I just wanted to hear her voice. In my dreams. I woke up, and clouds had hidden the sun.
I guess I should cut down on reading
:::heavy sigh::: and
almost home. I turned on the radio a little bit into the evening news, and they were talking about how some Kennedy family had disappeared and Clinton was praying for them and stuff. Never heard about the folks before today, to the best of my knowledge. I know they've shot a couple other Kennedys and there was one who drove into a river or something. I guess this is evolution at work - some people have a risk-seeking gene, you know. Being politician in America should qualify richly for "risk-seeking". You know, all the restless people emigrated there and the more static ones stayed at home, so it's quite a bit safer to be politician here. Not that it seems to safe to be personal secretary to the defence minister ... but that's another story. The newspapers are doing their best to make the Orderud murder look like something out of an American movie: The blood on the broken glass is not from any of the suspects, the footprints are not from any of the suspects, one paper even claimed that the victims were killed with a police gun. But this isn't America, and even there not all conspiracies are for real. Then again, if this diary suddenly disappears and I don't answer your mail, there just might be something suspicious going on after all...
Of course, I could also be on the drug barons' hit list for my supposed
pro-legalization stance about cannabis. (Not that I've actively campaigned
for legalization, I just point out that the socially accepted poisons are
not necessarily better.) If you think about it for a moment, you must
admit that the current "war against drugs" benefits the drug lords above
anyone else. They can charge incredible sums for their "goods", and
never pay a nickel in tax for it. If cannabis was sold through a state
monopoly, like wine and liquors, much of that money would flow into the
state coffers instead. So legalizing cannabis would be a frontal attack
on the drug lords. Which is why I don't publicly endorse the idea.
I have no intention to become the target of criminals on behalf of
people who don't care if they kill themselves. If they need someone to
die for their sins, I can recommend Jesus.
META: I've toyed with the idea of color coding the diary pages (presumably the background) with different colors depending on the prevailing mood or content. After I told about how colors seemed to match types of journals, Al Schroeder mentioned that I might use them on a page basis. A cool idea, sort of: I could have pink pastel for romantic, blue or grey for cool and analytical, harsh yellow for angry, dark background for angst and depression (not very frequent, I admit). But then again, I wonder what color I would choose for a mixed bag like today. A pattern of red, blue and white perhaps?
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