How the universe works

This is how the universe works: The day when you decide “Oh, to hell with it, I’m not going to bother shaving!” is the day when the VP will decide he wants to meet you.

I’m back in Austin. The second flight was delayed, but not too badly. I sat and listened to This American Life, which I had downloaded to the Zodiac 2. One episode was about people who love their cars entirely too much, and I’m starting to understand that—it was good to see the round butt of a Prius again. The car says it needs its 5,000 mile service, so I’d better get that sorted out.

Private Eye refer to “The Curse of Gnome“: they note that companies that manage to screw them over generally came to a nasty karmic end soon afterwards. For the record, I haven’t been sticking pins in a Brad Fitz voodoo doll…but I can’t help feeling a little schadenfreude at the entire LiveJournal system going down, redundant backups and all. It couldn’t happen to a more deserving bunch. If you’re one of the affected, now would be a great time to plan that migration and work out how to use an RSS aggregator instead of a “friends” page.