August 25th, 2011

My wonderful Meg kitty.

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Ok -- Steve Jobs finally has a chance to earn my respect. If he uses his time between now and retirement, he might be able to transfer his consciousness over to a robot body. Then he might start selling the service (along with a bunch of weird calls and UI stuff) and threatening Apple's market share.

If he does all that, then gets bought up by Apple and reinstalled (pun intended) as CEO, then I will think he's every bit as cool as every Apple fanboy has thought for the last 30 years.

(Seriously, you people know about how much he had to do with the iPhone, iPod, and iMac, right?)
My wonderful Meg kitty.

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An unusual happening last night -- I actually had a dream.

For those who don't know, I usually dream about 3-4 times a year. Throughout my entire life, I've never dreamt terribly much.

(Quick sidenote: Yes, I know the claims -- people say you always dream, you just don't remember. I know what it's like to wake up from a dream and forget it. There's something qualitatively different about that kind of sleep. I often wake up without that feeling. I wake up with no sensation of having dreamt at all.

As a kid, I used to go to sleep talking about things with my mom, wake up in the morning, get up, and start talking to her again. She used to keep notes so she'd remember what the heck I was talking about. My typical experience is that I black out and wake up again in pretty much the same state of mind.

It's always been this way. The only difference is that my dreams have become longer and more cinematic as I've gotten older. I've never been a lucid dreamer. I also have never had a nightmare. Call it what you will, but I don't dream.)

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Before I woke up, I theorized that the escape rocket had gone off to pull the capsule away from the rocket, probably for some minor electronic failure. It seemed like that should've been a much more drastic acceleration though. I didn't really have a good answer as to what happened.

It turned out to be kinda funny when I woke up and noticed an email from an ex-cow-orker with a link to a news story about a failed Russian launch. He asked if I'd still want to go to space.

I replied that one of the nice bits about the current state of space travel. If things go wrong, there's not terribly much you can do about it. May as well just sit still and enjoy the ride one way or another. I'm still happy to take the first available flight out. 8)