Empty bitter days continue. Why?
posted by OwenF at 7/07/2001 11:16:00 PM

I am now somewhat free. I have been given 18 months probation, during which I may not contact Kali, Carey or Allison. I may not own a gun for 10 years. I am bound by several other constraints also, but I am free from a criminal record, which is good, and I am free to move back to Toronto and continue with my life.
posted by OwenF at 7/06/2001 04:17:00 PM

Just got this email, so I thought I'd let you all know:

Dear client,

As part of our network management re-organization plan, we have scheduled to
migrate your webserver to a new portion of our network in improve server
performance.

We have scheduled for this migration to take place Thursday July 5, 2001 between
7 - 7:30pm PST. This process will cause minimal disruption to your website and
web and FTP access will be unavailable.

After this migration, web and FTP will be speed up substantially however access
may continue to be affected for a couple of hours due to DNS caching.

We apologise for any inconvenience caused.

Regards,

Doteasy Support


posted by OwenF at 7/04/2001 02:35:00 PM

Tuesday. Life is dull. Spending the day copy editing. Sorry I missed you guys last time I was in Toronto. I'm coming down again on Thursday for a 10am court date and will be free all afternoon and evening. We should hook up for dinner again, if y'all are off work.

Interesting notes from the drug war: Portugal has legalized everything from weed to heroin.

As for the math bar, write a piece of your own and post it...
posted by OwenF at 7/03/2001 06:04:00 PM

Dull day, empty post-party feel to the house. It's summer now. Went for a walk, everything is green and full of strength. And I wonder, how would this season feel without my head rewired by prescription forced perception chemicals. Would I not feel like such a false collection of interpretations. Bored? Play some Dots & Boxes.
posted by OwenF at 7/03/2001 01:21:00 AM

Graeme: google "graeme smith" + waterloo


I was sitting in the Math Bar, in the delta segment, when in walked Johnny Quadrangle. I noticed him well before he saw me, so I took a long sip of my Boolean equation and tonic while I watched him search for me. Perched on his arm, alert but somewhat floozy was his latest in a line of interstellar skunk parrot girlfriends. Skunk parrots are an interesting species, not only because they are sentient, articulate and able to cross interstellar distances using only their wings, but because they are the most beautiful life form yet discovered in the universe, but at the same time, the most smelly. It's often said that every man in the galaxy with no nose is dating a skunk parrot and in this case, the stereotype held true; Quad, as we called him, had no nose. He'd lost it 14 years earlier when he was attending university at Bolurq Major, in a freak accident at a cocaine mine. Quad had worked at the mine as an intern in the theoretical accounting department, but had one day wandered out into the mine proper without his coke-filter facemask. The doctors were able to save his life, but unfortunately, his nose entered the great beyond. Quad thanks his lucky stars, to this date, that he didn't work at a gravy mine; cholesterol shock would doubtless have killed him. Quad was taking an awfully long time finding me, so I let my eyes wander. Above the stainless steel bar, a thirty-foot long infoscreen was scrolling through last night’s biggest prime number computation challenge. Xag Do’othbar, a local boy with a spotty complexion and an oversized cranium was in the lead, and the building’s masonite structure shuddered with the force of a thousand heartfelt applause. Xag’s head’s immense size was the product of a can of tear gas that his mother, a teenage hippie protester wannabe, had inhaled at a dissident training camp run by undercover galactic government police agents.


Well, Bill, is that interesting enough for you?
posted by OwenF at 7/01/2001 04:04:00 PM