Monday was the day many people get off in observance of Armistice Day (now called Veterans' Day in the U.S.). I remembered that the "Great War" ending on the "eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month" connoted a sense of urgency and relief -- the war had ended, in some sense, at the last possible moment (before the world was destroyed).
Nowadays the sense of a war seems very different.
The new EFF t-shirts are in. "On-line freedom doesn't just happen."
Last week, Zack got a giant Fresnel lens in the mail. If it stops being overcast out, we may use the lens to burn things. It's the largest lens I can remember seeing anywhere.
Jim Tyre, Southern California lawyer extraordinaire, came by and we had dinner. It's only the second time I've seen him in person, but I've known him on-line since 1997, which is to say over four years.
I played a long and successful game of NetHack and used some of Drew's advice re altars to get a large number of hit points and other nice stuff like intrinsic protection. However, as I was trying to pick up a cockatrice corpse in order to sacrifice it, I saw the dreaded "Touching the cockatrice corpse is a fatal mistake" message. Oops. Hadn't I been wearing gloves?
Oh, yeah. That incubus I ran into removed the gloves, and I completely forgot to put them back on.
Back in real life, I discovered a bathing suit in my closet. ("Suddenly, you notice a bathing suit.")
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