two weeks without you, and I still haven't gotten over you yet

from perich:
"Fortune Magazine is crowing over the million songs that iTunes users downloaded in the first week of operation. Wow. One million songs in a week. Morpheus could swamp that in three days of file-sharing, I'd wager. And despite the miniscule size of the Apple network effect, I'll bet iTunes runs into far more connectivity problems than Morpheus, because of the inherent losses that a single server suffers against a p2p network."

Apparently there's a great *nix utility called "convert" for images. I think I will be making great use of this instead of futzing around with FrontPage. I apparently am going to be making a bunch of web sites in the near future for me and Steve's grand plans. He owns several domains that are just sitting there, and we finally have some ideas. I think Seattle Mafia needs a logo with some Sinfest-style kids in trench coats and raver pants, holding machine guns. Now I just need an artist.

Speaking of "art", Dilbert this week has been so fucking good.

edit: Matrix homo-erotic review.

now you're gone, you're not the only one

I was supposed to drop steve off at the airport, and I did, but he somehow magically managed to fuck things up, and missed his flight. Around two or so he called me up to beg me to pick him up, because the next flight out wasn't till 11pm. (The 2pm flight was full.) He bribed me with an offer of dinner.

So I picked him up and suggested we get coffee or something. We headed to the locks, where I had an iced latte, and Steve had fish'n'chips. The fries were TEH AWESOME. Like, you know how McD's had those really great fries for years? Like that, except bigger-cut, meaning more potato and more fried outside surface area. But we couldn't really finish one order between the two of us.

So then we walked around and watched the boats sink and rise in the locks, and Steve showed me the fish ladder. "Now, a fish ladder, is technically, a ladder for fish." Salmon spawning and all that. But the coolest coolest bit was the mechanism of spitting back out the baby fish. We watched the stream spout till it slowed down and we felt like we were going backwards. It was great. It beat our previous entertainment, which was wondering if the workers were going to untie the line of this big boat, or if they were just going to make him stay there all afternoon. Which was still entertaining, in an "old men watchin' the boats go by" kind of way. Just a slow lazy day. The sun isn't going to set for three or four more hours, and we have nothing else left to do.