Something is very zen about an oragami Platypus.

Happiness is:

A bowl of rainbow sherbert and a glass of cold seltzer before bedtime.

Happy New Year.

Fun coder fact for the day:

In the HTTP spec, "referer" is misspelled, but due to being adopted as a standard, is correct for use in talking about that particular HTTP header. "Referrer" is the proper spelling otherwise.

"Wild magic and miracle working, chaos theory and wierd science, acts of god and freak occurances, at the point where the unbeilievable and contrived events converge, I reach my hand into the gaping hole that exists within the plot of the Universe, I send my prayers across barrier of logic, calling for the forces of pure dumb luck to aid my quest, let the improbable happen - I summon - DEUS EX MACHINA!!!"

"Toll the bell Pay the private eye All's well 20th century dies...And the wheels are turning and turning As the 20th century dies "

The 20th century is dead, yet we cling to the ways of the old. I am reminded of this too much by having spent the last week with my grandmother. Intolerant, set in her ways old woman. I admit, I have my own intolerances, but at least they seem to have some basis (if you cannot act like a human being, you do not deserve to be treated like one), other than arbitrary lines of money and race and religion.

Tomorrow the year dies. Tomorrow night it begins anew.

What will we find with the turning of the corpse of the old year to the child of the new?

Im home, oh god im home.

Being gone for 5 days without a net connection is hell. My knee is killing me from all the walking, and I dont think ive had a peaceful nights sleep all week. Biloxi is a nice place, for being in Miss. but 5 days was too much. Oy.

Hints and tips for gambling:
1. Avoid Austin Powers machines.
2.In the Beau Rivage, there are 3 nickle southpark machines. One of these, over the course of 3 days, I pulled upwards of 300$ out of. Heh. MOOO.
3. No chocolate covered chocolate balls before bed.
4. It is a bad thing when you can hear the slot machines in your sleep.

So on to one of the more interesting things which happend while i was gone.
I had one night of VERY active dreaming. Dreams of slots, dreams of lots of places, and one dream which, when i woke up, stayed with me so much that I called Molly and Cory to make sure their roomie Henry was ok. LOL.

Its early in the morning, near dawn, and the sky is overcast and gray. Im waiting on a street corner, near a dock, and I can smell the salt water and the smell of boats. I am waiting for a car, this is where they said the would meet me. The street is empty, and the wind blows, fowl melling from the salt and garbage.
The car is small, dark gray, a few shades darker than the sky. It pulls up slowly, and stops with the rear passenger door infront of me. I open it, and see a seated figgure on the seat opposite me. Its Henry, wearing his brown hat and tan trench, how I have seen him so often. I climb in, pulling the door shut behind me, and the car slowly starts to move again.
Henry laughs, but it is not his laugh, yet it is. He looks up at me, raising the brim of his hat so I can see his face, and I see for the first time that someone has, in no short terms, beat the shit out of him. One eye is blackend and swolen, his lip split, and several other dark bruises mark his face in a way that says his face has seen the least of the beating that his whole body took.
"Henry, you look like hell." I say, and he laughs again. From the front seat, Cory (at least i think it was Cory) looks back at me and grumbles.
"I had a rough day yesterday." Henry says.
"Ask him what got him through the night." Cory grumbles from the front seat, and from the look Henry gives me, I know I don't want to ask.
More things were said, but I do not remember them exactly. Talk of who had done it, was I was to do about it, all of that passed. Eventually, the car stopped again, and I got out, set that revenge was coming for those who had done that to Henry. It was an obligation. Something in me knew that he was worse off than he looked, and that he probably would not live through the day.

So thats the dream. Freaky.
More later.