I was just at Ayleen's blog and see that a reference was made to slashdot. Great minds think alike? Also, I think I remember Mr. Morgan referring to a MUD on Wednesday, and meant to say something about them, because not long ago I played a pretty fun one called Illusions of the Mind. They are a blast and remind me of a time when, in seventh grade and onward up into my senior year, we used to let ourselves into the University and use up their "time" on MECC by usurping usernames and locking ourselves into days on end of fighting clay golems, shambling mounds, and animated statues. Myself and my friends had our own "dossiers" with the BSU plastic cops. Sorry Casey, but the statute of limitations has passed, correct? I was a minor. I didn't know what I was doing. Is this a cell phone? I don't know you.....

Cram the info into cracks.
Crushes what I knew before.
Crude re-invention.

I saw on Rantinrogue's blog a list of music. Its my release. Better than beer. Well, when there is no beer. Or Booker's.
But thinking of music, I think of course, of the name of this blog, which comes from Frank himself in a song titled, Packard Goose.
He's perhaps the one artist I never saw that I wish I had. I was set to go to his "Jazz From Hell" tour way back when, and a test in some class dictated otherwise. (When did that ever stop me?) I figured what the hell, I will see him next time he comes around, and of course he never toured in the United States again. He went and visited Vaclav Havel in Czechoslovakia and gave a concert and speeches among other things, with his tour, "The Best Band You've Never Heard in Your Life" and was diagnosed with colon cancer shortly thereafter. So much for smoking lettuce, ay Frank?
In the event anyone is ever in the Milwaukee area, though, there's a sweet little venue that has some highly righteous acts come through, by the name of Shank Hall, which originally was a fictious venue from "This is Spinal Tap" and ambitious entrepreneur took it upon himself to open up a club of the same name. I've seen some pretty groovy acts there, such as Ozric Tentacles, Frank Marino and Mahogany Rush, and Wishbone Ash. Of course it doesn't hurt that the club happens to be in the heart of Beer country in WisconSIIIIIIIIIIN.

Just taking a quick swing through some of the other blogs from the daybook, and I see on the crustyprofessor's blog and he mentions macs, their software, and the politcal arena around it all. There is a site a friend had recommended to me a while back that is for the most part anti-Micro$oft so being that earlier, the retail goliath, Walmart had been brought up, if you like looking at the little people chip away at the giants, then take a Gander. An old friend of mine is still managing a little sporting goods store in town, and it makes me wonder how Gander Mountain will chomp down on his business. I spoke with him and he doesn't feel like there is true competition as he can "deal" more than they can and they have different products, but he did mention he is peering at other avenues for the future. The town I grew up in looks more and more like a suburb ever day. Similar but vastly different.

Just unpacking some of my crud and corruption, not that I have any space to unpack it to as of yet, but uncovered some of my favorite books. Presently an author living in Minnesota, who wrote with Terry Pratchett, and perhaps still does, Neil Gaiman, is definately worth a read. Take a look~
http://www.neilgaiman.com/

Que ondas. I am truly dumb all over. Up at six and to school by eight. Locked. Couldn't even get into the bibliotech. MLK day. I coulda gone out and partied last night. If I had money. If I had time. If I had fellow delinquents. Back to the grind for the day, there's certainly other writing I can do, and shall.

It seems my site has not set up as intended so there is more initial work to be done. As my access to the net is presently limited I can only hope to get at this problem a small step at a time. Forcefully jumping back into academia would be some much easier than falling. I will gain control of the wheel, though my mind is not yet prehensil.