The argument about ECMAScript 4 (the proposed next iteration of Javascript) could very well become quite interesting, although, realistically, this probably won’t be happening for a few years.

This song stopped me cold in my tracks today, and I think I might’ve cried had it been some other time, back when I was someone else entirely.

The easy way out is to say that I’m tired, that I’ve been at work all day, and I just don’t want to deal. And it’s all true, I’m not making it up.

Oh man. I'd like to see you top that, Rupert Murdoch. Can there finally be network that sinks to depths lower than Fox? Sky TV tricks six men into fondling and cuddling with Miriam, who is a pre-op transsexual.

While amusing, and even a little practical, I was a little disappointed by this parodic educational fact-page about massive debt. I was expecting the Buddhist equivalent of Catholic indulgences, the kind of place that people like Hitler and George W Bush could go to in order to broker a less debasing next-cycle of life, and still be assured of paying their karmic debt to the universe.

The unedited audio from Neil Armstrong's landing on the moon.

I think I can't drink alcohol any more. It really does act as a depressant on me. Not always immediately, but definitely in the aftermath.

You know this [uncertainty] principle really sucks, 'cause everything is always shifting, shifting. You can never get a handle on things, like picture this:

Check it out. I haven't written in this journal for tow months. No better time but now. I'm thinking much too much again, but I suppose that is why I am writing: to rid myself (temporarily) of this madness. I guess I'm taking a mental shit….