finally, some props to Achewood:

Cartoons Go Online
The emancipation of the funny pages
By Brad Mackay
March 9, 2005


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thanks Mary! I'd already known that, but still... it really really reacted. more than the control... and a lot more than the only other thing that really got any sort of reaction: green beans. I mean, what gives, green beans? I love green beans. but apparently as long as I don't eat them raw, I'll be okay. Still, oats weren't even a blip on the radar screen, nor were any tree fruit (cooked) so who knows what's up. I've had reactions to apples for at least a decade now... maybe it's something else? wtf? meh, I'll find out sooner or later...

welcome to the death by kiwi club, alison!

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guess who's allergic to kiwi! and apparently really badly too... great. but nothing else turned up.
lots of pricks, and no results. ha ha! gotta love allergy tests.

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Zelda Trailer, for your viewing pleasure. Decidedly un-Windwaker.

Oh, and I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I hates Java. And not just because it's slow. If it was just the performance, I wouldn't have a problem (hell, that actually helps me make my work seem better.) I can't even tell you how slow it is, because I don't know. It won't run unless everything is set up exactly right, and you have to, for the most part, do that manually. Sure, the people who wrote the Java program I'm using made up scripts to do this, but they're out of date, and have been built for the machines the program was written on, so we're back to square one. Sure, there are development environments that make everything nice and pretty for you, but they don't support the parallelism framework I'm using. And every time I get past a seemingly inexplicable error, another even more inexplicable error pops up. At this rate, I'll either win soon, or end up in a never-ending journey of head-twisting mystery (well, I suppose it will have to end. I can't stay sane forever.)

And, as a reward for reading through (or, I suppose, scrolling past) my rant, the International Chindogu Society. Delightful ideas like the Backscratcher's T-Shirt.

There's no better time to wish people a Happy Pi Day than 1:59. (Well, maybe 1:59 and 26.535897... seconds). I recall Andrew, one of my robot group members, had us take a moment of silence at the appointed hour. He also described Pi Days gone by, when he would print pi on little strips of paper and throw them in the air, confetti-style. (Lest you think that I am the epitome of pi-extremism.)