Experienced some friction on the phone right now with Charles. Julian was apparently cheating on her bf again with Charles, and the bf doesn't know about it. I am extremely unhappy with the situation, and my opinion of Charles has dropped several notches. He's unable to understand why an atheist would pass moral judgement. Apparently, he's used to the amoralist or weak moral relativist atheists. He's not trying to justify what he's doing, but considers it none of his business what her relationship is with others, and talks about how it's a cruel world and how he's learned to look out for himself. As another measure, he mentioned Jack, a local scientologist who he was friends with in the past but irritated Charles with his constant moralizing. I found Jack to be irritating this way also, but mainly because Jack seemed to mark as morally significant matters that I see not related to morality -- pornography and such. Having a stupidly large set of value prohobitions is stupid, but this seems to me to be a clear case of Charles contributing to a situation where someone is being harmed, and even though the harm is in the form of broken contract that he's not privy to, he is still knowingly participating and encouraging this behavior. I don't think that things are yet sufficient to endanger our friendship, but I'm not sure how much more of this kind of thing I'm prepared to take. And of course, she is now a persona non grata with regards to any resources I have. I have a feeling that Charles will probably become very angry when he finds this out, as before I knew about the cheating thing, we were talking about, together at my place, putting some of her stuff up on charles' webpage.

Yes, an inability to find my keys has rendered my nightly trip to Insomnia impossible. This is an amusing literal imprisonment without any bars. I guess I'll have my parents mail me the other key for my car tomorrow, if I don't find them by then. For now, I'm tired of looking (1 1/2 hours). I'm going to take a warm bath, and read some books. Maybe with some of my iggies.

Visited home. Just got back. Didn't have fun.

Well, actually, I had a bit of fun. I first visited my grandparents, and stayed over there. Liked that. Then I went home, and didn't like that. Was thinking about a document exploring more of the construction of myself, in a 'thanks to X for Y' format, but not sure if I'm still keen on it. Many ideas (philosophy or not) seem good when you're sitting in a car being bored. While I was at my grandparents, I snuggled with their dog, Harley, as I fell asleep. And the sleeping while snuggling generated dreams of Martha. *sigh*. Also later had another dream that ended up turning naughty. Reminds me now of the OingoBoingo Song, 'Nasty Habits', although what the dream depicted certainly isn't a habit, nor is it something I've ever done before. Hmm.

Talking with Quealy on ICQ. Tired from the long drive.

That's all for now.

I need to get a job before my current lease runs out. Plan: I'm going to the O'Reilly Opensource convention in not too long. When I go, I'll be looking for jobs. If I don't have any immediate prospects on return, I'll go get a menial job at Borders, using that to fund myself until I can get a computer job.

Hmm. Songs stuck in my head.

Irritated at BushJr's missle defence program. It seems to violate ABM treaties the U.S. had made with Russia some 30 years ago, irritates the world, and is financially moronic. Imagine a very large initial investment for something that's going to stay somewhere hard to reach. This something is designed to combat devices that stay on the ground and are relatively cheap to refit. In terms of a technology race, placing your representative technology in a place that's hard to refit isn't a good way to win. Also, currently it doesn't look like the United States is very much at risk of nuclear war, so their utility is limited. Finally, it is a very impolitic move to make. Phrasing it as a 'defensive' development really only matters to people with a poor understanding of power politics. Imagine if someone were developing a suit that made them invulnerable to capture or weapons. One might initially imagine this to be purely a defensive tool, but when one considers how this affects the person's ability to act with impunity, one can see that this 'defensive' tool is really quite offensive (pun intended). If it really worked as advertised, I'd rather hand someone a rocket launcher and have them come at me rather than come at me with such a suit.

In the news recently, apparently there's a missing white house intern, presumed dead, who is being searched for. This is all fine, but the odd thing is that this is happening with a lot of publicity, with the news detailing each new area they're searching. This is either incredibly dumb or kind of clever, and my bet is that it's more of the first. If someone did kill her and hid the body, the publicity in where they're looking almost guarantees that, should that person (or persons) not want her found, they'll just move her when she's close to being found. I suppose it's possible that the police are counting on this and are looking for people running around with shovels after every announcement, but to plot that would require the cooperation of the media, something that I imagine police rarely get. So, in all likelyhood the decision to publicise these things is incredibly dumb.

Dr. Forrester is at the OSU vetrinary hospital right now, having his jaw absesses examined. He's been there since this morning, and I'm due to pick him up at 6PM. While I was getting ready to grab him, I bent down and actually managed to jab my eye with his tail, with no action of him involved. It still hurts. Hopefully it'll feel better soon.

A guilty love is a strong foundation for hate. Example: music that's appealing yet musically strongly deficient. Hanson music, as well as a lot of other music that has a kind of appeal yet has no merit.

I recently have been feeling bad about something I said about someone. It was true, but repeating it was hurtful. I wish I hadn't said it. This is the first time in a long time that I've actually felt regret. It kind of makes me hate myself just a little bit more.

Fairly recently was digging through a pile of old disks I brought here from my parents' home, and found a collaborative story board written on my old BBS. Most of the people who contributed to it were people I knew personally, especially me. It's interesting to note how each contribution was representative of their particular personality at the time.

Finally, it looks like I have a post phone-interview interview, tomorrow. Hopefully this will work out -- it's going to be a contract position doing C programming, lasting about 6 months. It might be just what I need to have on my resume to get a longer-term job. In any case, it'll get me a job, and keep me from needing to move back with my parents.

At this moment, I'm listening to 'Stand by your man', and it's musical style just strikes me as very very silly. It's hard to keep from laughing at the exaggerated country twang.

And now, so soon after I fixed the battery on my laptop, it seems the power adapter has died. This is the second one I've gone through, and I am quite unhappy about it. The things are expensive! And it died in the same way as the last one -- not a *real* death, but instead only working if 'jiggled' just right.

Oh well, about to head off to insomnia. It's odd, but I've noticed that Insomnia seems to be another place where the employees are really happy doing what they're doing, the first place I noticed of this was the Mongolian BBQ. I have a few reasons why it might be like this -- Perhaps they strongly encourage the employees to recruit their friends, and working with friends might be more fun than working with strangers. Perhaps it's the kind of people that show up there being so similar to the employees. Perhaps it's that the Insomnia employees don't have to do all the fake 'sir' crap that people do in a lot of businesses. I'll be quite happy if I never need to say 'sir' again to someone I don't know.

Very mild headache. But... it was worth it. After going to Insomnia on Wednesday, I was hungry, and went and ate at Taco Bell (blah). On the way back, I decided to stop by North Campus video. They had the whole BlackAdder series on DVD, so I rented it, and just finished it a few hours ago. I love british humor.. well, usually, anyhow.

Disappointed about the job search -- I did well on the first level interview on thursday, but the second-level interviews are all next week, and I'll miss them, being that the O'Reilly Perl conference. So.. I guess I won't get that job. So, I'd really better get a job soon or I'll be forced to move back to my parents' home. I'm thinking about renting storage in one of the local storage places, just in preperation for the need to rapidly move out of here and not having firm living arrangements. Also, I've had an idea for additional cash once I have a job -- teaching programming, one-on-one, to kinds. Maybe teaching math too, or something. I love teaching.

Preparing to possibly write a detailed critism of Bork's philosophy. I'd like to track down where my copy of 'Slouching towards Gamorrah' went, for reference. I guess I'll also be heading to Insomnia tonight. It reminds me of how I've been reluctant to do my Qu'ran and Bible critical readings at Insomnia -- I don't want random people to see me with either and think I'm a religious freak.

I've been plagued with rather strong headaches recently. I'm wondering if it might have something to do with my diet. In particular, perhaps the gumbo that I eat regularly has things in it that I'm allergic to. Or, perhaps it's something else.

Insomnia actually closed tonight. Largely b/c the ppl who were supposed to work didn't come in. And now I'm waiting for Jason and Tim (not the Tim from B'ville) to go out to Hounddogs. Hopefully they won't cancel -- I'm hungry.

The wound from Dr. Forrester biting me is nicely healed. It's been amusing watching it heal up. Hopefully he's feeling better after the medications the vets are having me give him (he bit me on the way back from the hospital, he wasn't feeling well).

Looking forward to a long bath once I get back from Hounddogs. I suppose tomorrow evening, I need to drive back home -- my dad scheduled the flight to Cali from Cleveland. Jason will take care of my Igs while I'm gone.

Power cord to my laptop -- no longer broken. It appears that what was broken on the old and what is broken on the new are the exact opposite halves, so I switched, and now have one doubly broken power cord and one fully functional one. Huzzah.

Obsession. Friend or foe? In music? In love? In life?