Technolust!

Optical mouse designed by Masamune Shirow, the artist behind Ghost In the Shell: http://www.dynamism.com/mapp/index.shtml. A bit pricey at $89 a pop, but damn, they are sexy looking. I especially like the black model. Bet they suck for gaming, though. Not that I'll be able to afford one any time soon.

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Stop the Beatles before they kill again. In Philadelphia, four teens are accused of murdering a "friend" of theirs, the one girl in the group using sex to lure him to his death. Apparently the victim had just been paid, and the other four wanted his money to buy drugs. Sources close to the investigation say the perpetrators made a point of listening to Helter Skelter.

One of the perps allegedly asked during his interrogation, "When are we going home?" Soon, they'll all learn the meaning of "never."

"Dude, you are 17 and stupid, and you are about to become the 'wife' of the guy with the most cigarettes."

I was going to post more about the woman in Toronto whose neighbor called Child Protective Services, and her horrific revenge, but it's too grisly to repeat.

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A reminder:

Stupidity is the only universal capital crime; the sentence is death, there is no appeal, and execution is carried out automatically and without pity.
-- Robert Heinlein

Sympathetic Peristalsis

Well, today started out a pretty good day. I have finally started to master the fundamentals of inter-document communication with Javascript and the Document Object Model. I was able to make reasonably modal popups and populate their insides with messages from other windows. It's rather nifty. There are things they don't tell you, like that the javascript functions you define in-line become elements of the document property that can be referred to using Javascript syntax but not DOM syntax, but I figured that out.

I also wrote 1500 words or so at lunch, which was pretty good. Nothing like yesterday where I was freaking on fire with the writing (50 WPM non-stop for a whole hour!), but then I had gotten past the sex scene and things were slowing down in the story as well.

When I got home, for reasons I shall not go into, Omaha and I decided to go out and celebrate something or other. We went to The Claimjumper, an "American Food" palace that serves meals so big that I have referred to it as the American vomitorum. I had a burger that I couldn't finish, and Omaha took home half her meal. Kouryou-chan, on the other hand, finished her huge, thick grilled-cheese sandwich and then went on to help Omaha kill off part of her sundae. It was "the smallest one," and it was still too much for two people.

We stopped by the bookstore and I picked up Dynamic HTML, 2nd edition. It's a freaking phone book, but I needed it (and I can write it off on my taxes as a professional library expense!).

( Apparently, that much rich food was too much for Kouryou-chan... )