| Oct 4 ,1997 | |||||||||||||||
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|   | Like, leaving at 9 to get there at 12 |
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1:34 am
I'm pretty tired right now, having woken up at a decent hour, so this won't be real long, as I am longing to be asleep. I came home to discover lots of email. Thanks to _riot_ for notifying me that I absently left the month page labeled for last month after copying it. Oops. I'm going to enhance the autogen script to do that automatically. Thanks to Laura and Le'a for enhancing my potential guilt flux. Thanks to Olana for the weird bus stories which are still getting sent to GST, where Tiffany reads them and then decides if she wants to pass them on to me. And thanks to the netcom NOC for being so helpful. | |
|   | Doing the things a spider can |
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After I got home just now, I noticed that it built a new suspended web, between the door and the wall adjacent the corner of the wall the door is set in. Closing the door caused the web to stretch rather taut, but no breakage occurred. The spider twanged the strands with its feet a couple times, as if to test the new tension for practicality. Twang twang. Mr. Bonamine stressed writing in the third person. "Then, the test apparatus was placed in the airstream." - Ed"...by the invisible robots!" - me |
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