Time Heals All Wounds.. And Then Kills the Patient
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Morning
Morning
Wed Jul 25 11:11:34 2007
A Clown for the General

Vision: Rapid motion beneath the soil, perhaps a foot down. Sight: noclip for soil within a foot or two outwards. Zipping around people unaware, various paths of life. Anger? Pain? Happiness? No - just the determination that this motion must be done, a once general intelligence narrowed down to this task, perhaps a speed of twenty miles per hour. Insanity through simplicity? Some spark remains, remembers something else. Awareness is there, though focused. It ponders a transformation, a final merge or simplification into what is simply the task before it. The last executive..

I got a haircut. Picture here:

Personal Technological amusements:

Much more random stuff:

Presently, at work I'm trying to figure out why my behavioural data and scan data for this experiment don't line up well...