A few days ago, my friend Neil gave a brief answer to the question "Spamfighter, howcome you got into spamfighting?"

I get asked that a lot, too -- and while my answers vary depending on my mood at the time (and usually go on way longer than the questioner actually probably wanted), the core hasn't ever really changed: I think e-mail is cool.

More than that, I totally love the idea of worldwide, near-instantaneous yet non-interruptive human-to-human communication. I love it like Gir loveded the piggy, only slightly more sane and hopefully a lot less like an alien robot.

So...apparently I built some kinda robot car thing for Burning Man, and I was making plans to revamp it. I brought it over to Lamont & Cook's old place, and was using their doorbell as a nipple mouse to update Visio diagrams. Finally Lamont lets me in, and was surprised that I was using the doorbell as a mouse, and instead suggests that I hook into a gigantic television which is somehow just inside the door. Both Danfuzz and Jeremy are inside too. Jeremy asks me why Alex Rosenberg is riding around on the robot car thing (seen on the video on the TV.) The car itself appeared to be primarily based on sawhorses, with lots of blinkenlights and no actual seats; Alex was hanging off the side and cackling madly while it rolled around.

I don't think there was any sound in my dream, but there was definately color.

I hardly ever remember my dreams.

Susie (who woke me up) thinks this dream means I need more male bonding. I think it means I need to get some pals together to work on a wacky project with some sort of physical manifestation.

Perhaps those are the same need.

Woke up this morning
with the light still on
and an unholy mixture
of "puppy love" and
that song Murph and the Magictones do in the movie
running through my head,
anxious somehow,
trying to mentally mix to the Beatles
and it just ain't happening.