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August 16, 2003

At 4:11pm, iCity winked out and all technology in my living room shut down. [more]

DD 12:23am EST on Saturday, Aug 16, 2003

August 14, 2003

Oh wow where do I begin?

As you know, 17th is when Robert Picardo and Ethan Phillips are in town for one day. They will do a "Doc meets Neelix" skit together. There is an alleged photo op where someone for the convention takes your pic with the star. I don't want my picture taken. I want to take my own picture of Picardo (ok and Phillips too) with my own camera.

Sunday night. Worst time to flag me down for something important or which requires thinking is right before I sign off to go to bed. The colony leader from Cybertown did just that over complaints over my essay on leaving Sci-Fi Colony. People claimed it wasn't true. Of course it is, and it's toned down from what I wrote in greater detail here. I told her it happened, that it's been logged several times over, and that the most I can offer is a paragraph or two of hope for the future for them. No one deserves more than that. I went to bed stressed and slept about 4 hours after that took a chunk out of my sleeptime.

Monday had its ups and downs. The stock answer folders were messed up and a folder of rewritten answers missing from last week was gone. My camera was never broken; I was just sold a bad battery last May/June. Camera and I are one once again. That evening going home was excrutiating. Recurring pain just beyond my middle toe, to the side of the ball of the foot, was hitting new heights. Scratch haircut after work. Just wanted to go home, and I rested my foot on an ice compress most of the evening. [more]

DD 10:57am EST on Thursday, Aug 14, 2003

Oh wow where do I begin?

As you know, 17th is when Robert Picardo and Ethan Phillips are in town for one day. They will do a "Doc meets Neelix" skit together. There is an alleged photo op where someone for the convention takes your pic with the star. I don't want my picture taken. I want to take my own picture of Picardo (ok and Phillips too) with my own camera.

Sunday night. Worst time to flag me down for something important or which requires thinking is right before I sign off to go to bed. The colony leader from Cybertown did just that over complaints over my essay on leaving Sci-Fi Colony. People claimed it wasn't true. Of course it is, and it's toned down from what I wrote in greater detail here. I told her it happened, that it's been logged several times over, and that the most I can offer is a paragraph or two of hope for the future for them. No one deserves more than that. I went to bed stressed and slept about 4 hours after that took a chunk out of my sleeptime.

Monday had its ups and downs. The stock answer folders were messed up and a folder of rewritten answers missing from last week was gone. My camera was never broken; I was just sold a bad battery last May/June. Camera and I are one once again. That evening going home was excrutiating. Recurring pain just beyond my middle toe, to the side of the ball of the foot, was hitting new heights. Scratch haircut after work. Just wanted to go home, and I rested my foot on an ice compress most of the evening. [more]

DD 9:15am EST on Thursday, Aug 14, 2003

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