I should probably have someone hide the dungeon keeper CD from me. I don't think I have the self control to NOT play video games when left alone with a computer and lots of spare time. Brian was also snared by dungeon keeper. If he comes over to do something like record a keyboard part, and the game is running, he'll get trapped playing it and forget why he was here. It's yet another 'get-me-in-trouble' video game. The type that I kept cutting school for in my early teens.

Speaking of glasses, I need another pair, of the sun- variety. The last two pairs I had were of a style I can no longer find. Both pairs were run over by my moms car, altering them so that I couldn't wear them anymore. I feel pretty silly wearing sunglasses most of the time. Most frames are designed with looking cool in mind. Naturally, what looks cool on others looks like toy dental headgear on my massive cranium. I think I'll find some of those circular lens-type, with flat, non-gloss lenses. The ones more like welding goggles than Lennon. I tried a pair of those on once at Sam Goody in Hawaii, and were appropriate, in a weird, crazed-gnome way.

I think I'll sleep now. Tomorrow I have to practice band, and go meet a friend.

Hmm. Didn't write much today. Okay, HTML shenanigan then:
The <PLAINTEXT> Tag:
Causes the entire rest of a document after the tag to be rendered as plain ol' boring ASCII text. There is no </PLAINTEXT> tag, cause the browser ignores all markup. Go ahead, try using it in a guestbook entry. If you put it in the middle of a table, the browser won't see the end of table tag, and it won't render the table. It was useful in the days of old crappy browsers that didn't know what to do with normal text files. You just stuck this tag at the beginning, and poomp, instant page. Modern browsers do a fine job with text/plain mime type, so it's pretty useless, except for ruining guestbooks. And I guess the odd CGI generated page.

Oh, I had a dream last night. I was sitting at a bus stop, next to a building under construction. The stop was a slatted wooden bench, painted forest green. The building was a hollow cement framework about 10 stories high. With me at the bus stop were 6 or 7 of my friends, including Ed. We were near an intersection. Across the street in both directions were other high rise buildings. The street was well lit and clean, and it was the middle of the day. My friends were playing with a grenade. One of us, maybe it was me, pulled the pin out the grenade, and it fell to the ground in front of the bus stop. After a moments hesitation, we all got up and started running, across the sidewalk at the intersection. I remember thinking "this is the type of situation where your every movement appears to be in slow motion." I turned around to look at the bench, mid stride, and I moved in slow motion, as if the video were being played at half speed. It felt as if I were moving through something thick and heavy, like molasses. That only lasted during the period where I was turning back to look at the bench + grenade. I ran around the corner of the unfinished building, thinking the blast would not reach me around a corner. Everyone else ran straight down the street. As I prepared to throw myself into the gutter, to be protected by the curb, I saw someone walking in the opposite direction. "Don't go that way!" I yelled, "Get over here!" I turned to look at the approximate location of the bus stop. I then saw Ed running back from the way everyone else had come to follow me down the street. "Oh no, he must have heard me talking to that other guy," I thought. Suddenly there was an explosion, and in an instant a large explosion appeared. The explosion wasn't realistic looking, it was spherical, pinkish-red smoke, with perfect horizontal gaps between layers of smoke, like in a Dali painting. It reached about 12 stories into the air. Ed was about 40 feet from the effect of the blast, and he was thrown about 20 feet through the air, to land in the middle of the road, alive.