OK... I think for now, we will be at flowerb0x.

We set up an alternate journal at flowerb0x.com (hosted by wordpress.com) due to lj admins being increasingly annoying. Don't know whether it will replace this one permanently yet, but Wordpress definitely does have a number of attractive features. This has been around since Friday but I'm finally at a stopping point on the stylesheet.

I was randomly googling for lotteries, for some reason I don't remember, when I found this:

$31 Million Lottery Ticket Winner Chooses To Stay Anonymous, dated April 12 of this year. The winning numbers? 5, 17, 23, 42, 43.

That is one lottery I would have lost. I would have put 69 as the last number. (Actually, perhaps the allowable numbers didn't go that high, so the purchaser, at a loss for what to do, simply incremented the last number.)

In order not to be accused of being obscure, let me explain: 5 17 23 42 69 is one of the sequences I normally put in test cases that require sequences of ordinary integers for input. 5, 17, and 23 are from the Illuminatus trilogy, 42 is from the Hitchhiker's Guide, and 69 is from the sex act.

I think it ought to be fairly uncontroversial that people who sell beverages or food containing psychoactive drugs should be required to label their products with the amount per serving. Yet we still find soda bottles which list 'Caffeine' in the middle of a long ingredients list with no amount attached. Likewise, tea and coffee (both dry and brewed) ought to be labeled similarly.

Thank you,
The guy who's become three or four times more sensitive to caffeine in the last couple of months, suffered a few anxiety attacks before figuring this out, and wishes to avoid a recurrence.

~.~ i want to get outside and run around. my legs itch to run; my arms itch to touch. i've been cooped up for far too long.

It's not my unbirthday today. :/ But I have new fancy tea and blood orange soda to console me. The weather was very nice; bright and sunny but not so hot as to make my grumpy headmate complain. Also, there was a thunderstorm and a rainbow.

p.s. this is cute.

So right now we are in the Carolina Theatre to go to Retrofantasma, because we can actually do things again. The film this time is Cronenberg's The Dead Zone, based on a Stephen King novel. (As usual we skip the second half of the double feature due to not wanting to drive home sleep-deprived.) Sophie insists on keeping up with people and things like that.

Posted from an iPhone---yes, finally got one. Have been liking it a lot. It's one more battle won in humanity's war against physicality.

This is what happens when bond fund managers forget that risk is, well, risky. (By the way, this fund was sold to investors as "like a money market fund, but higher yielding, and with slight fluctuations in principal.")

now that last.fm has full-length previews for most songs, we can link to music we liked recently!

The Crüxshadows - Flame

Faith and the Muse – Annwyn, Beneath the Waves (acoustic version)

Faith and the Muse – The Burning Season

Frou Frou – Let Go

Vienna Teng – My Medea

"Hi! You've been selected for a $1000 online shopping spree!"

"Oh, whatever. OK."

".....OK then. I'll just need to ask some questions to make sure you're eligible."

He proceeds to ask me my age, marital status, and my favorite type of credit card. I guess I answered the credit card question correctly.

"You qualify! You can just log on to blahblah.com and shop away! Now, as part of this deal we're also going to send you three monthly magazines: PC Mag, unremembered1, and unremembered2."

First they attempt to fool me into thinking I'm getting a thousand dollars with no strings attached. Now they're going to stuff my mailbox full of crap and cause my real mail to be returned. This has gone from mildly annoying to stupid. I maintain my tone of boredom and deadpan sarcasm.

"Oh, and we're also going to send you one weekly magazine, either Time or TV Guide, your choice."

"Umm, I have no idea whatsoever."

"Well, you have to choose one."

"OK, I pick Time because you said it first."

"Also, there's a small fee of only $3.99 per week for the weekly magazine. This service continues for 60 months."

"Hmm... four times fifty-two times five—what do you know, that comes to slightly over $1000."

"Err, well the point is the enjoyment of the magazines."

"I hate magazines. I throw them in the trash as soon as I get them."

"I guess this deal isn't for you then. Goodbye."