Two lines from Kafka's Amerika really stood out to me when i read them recently. As Karl is walking away from New York along the road, the line "The occasional automobile shot out of the fog, and all three turned their heads towards these cars, which were usually enormous and so striking in appearance and so fleetingly present there was no time to notice whether they had any occupants or not."

Writing this in the text editor of my Mac minus an internet connection.

It's 6 am and I can't get to sleep. I'll probably edit this bit of garbage when I see it in the morning. Er, noontime I mean.

Work ought to be oodles of fun, especially since I'm going to spend the better part of the mornning with a badass staplegun and feet upon feet of cat5 cable, in an effort to get a second line to the network at my desk that I can use for this sweet,sweet laptop.

When a laptop is ordered from the other side of the planet, Shanghai to be exact, the fedex tracking info gives the illusion of your package traveling through time

I wasn't planning on seeing Star Wars Episode III, at least not anytime soon. Geek though I am, waiting in line next to some guy who thinks just because he puts on some big ass headphones he looks like Princess Leia. A trio of guys in stormtrooper outfits. 150 red faced Darth Mauls. Not my cup of tea. Not to mention, the opening on Wednesday(technically Thursday) was at 12:01 midnight; being rested for a hard day of reading /. at work was much more important to me than being