A geek dreamed it.

We were on a train rushing through a wonderfully detailed yet barren grey fractal landscape created in POV-Ray (obviously done on a computer much more powerful than the Pentium I 200 I've got here). I knew which program had rendered and continued to render this lifeless land, because I was the one who had created the scene file we were traveling through.

"We," by the way, were a group consisting of several characters from the TV show Buffy the Vampire Slayer and myself. I hadn't spoken to the others on the train yet, could only bring myself to quietly observe. Xander, impetuous as ever, demanded to be allowed to try to break the spell he was so sure enveloped the land. Giles, rather imperiously, told him no and proceeded to declaim rather useless phrases in Latin. I was still depressed and had yet to manage to find enough strength to click the program's "Stop" button so we could see where we really were.


No, I don't need an analysis of this one, I think I've got it.

Bits & Pieces

Been bonding with the Jonatha Brooke CD that daisydumont so generously gave me a few weeks ago. Ms. Brooke's got melancholy lyrics as always, but it's still cheering me up. Good good music.

Did not watch the speech last night. Turned on the TV and could tell immediately that Dubya wanted to eat my spicy brains. Since he'd have to fight bunney for them, I knew it was best for everyone if I just turned the TV right back off again.

No, I don't intend to discuss the war today unless I find more news stories about talking gefilte fish.

Got a bill in the mail from the doctor's office today, so apparently they are still willing to take my (or someone else's) money. As long as they give the form back, I won't complain too bitterly--if I can manage to drag myself to their office and make the payment.

Yeah, that's a big "if." I'm still shaking from hearing the phone ring a few minutes ago, though I did manage to get close enough to the phone to turn up the volume on the answering machine in case there was an important message (there wasn't). Been nervous lately when talking to people in person, too, except for librarians. I love librarians. Yes, they fixed the little problem with the computer thinking I had overdue items, so I can keep on checking out books and clutching the last couple of scraps of my sanity. Want the other shreds of my sanity back, dang it; I've been without 'em far too long.

Ooh! Ooh! I got a package from ziege the Mad Yoga Instructor! A package including a rock from Tintagel and no mushy peas! Woohoo! This is sooo cool. Thanks, Ziege, I feel better now. :-)

Today's Top News

Forget Iraq, there's a guy on a tractor! Now it's a partially submerged tractor 'cos he drove it into a pond. Good thing we don't have cherry blossoms yet, or he'd be scaring away lots of tourists.

Dwight Ware Watson, the man engaged in a marathon standoff with law enforcement on the Mall, said today that he has explosives but does not intend to harm anyone. He said he came to Washington on a "mission" to get a message to the American public that he and other tobacco farmers are being forced out of business by unfair government policies.

"I'm going to get my message out or die trying," he said in a telephone call to The Washington Post from Constitution Gardens, where he drove a tractor into a shallow pond at 12:30 p.m. Monday.

Oh, the article says he's against the war with Iraq too, so I guess it's not entirely Iraq-unrelated.

ABC news version of the story.