Jerry Ritcey is concerned for my sanity. How sweet! I’ll eat him last. — At least one reader did not notice that Jerry links to three different entries.
Meanwhile I’ve been blogrolled by a stranger with an intriguing title and an irritating format.
sigh – My biggest source (by far) of outside “referrals” in February was a forum where someone uses one of my ray-tracings as a personal icon. Without credit, naturally. (Madhu does so in Livejournal, but he asked permission, and made his own copy.)
Yesterday I remarked to a taxi driver that this winter seemed unusually dry; no, he said, in fact it was wetter than average. I guess it seemed dry to me because I, being out of work through much of it, had fewer occasions than usual to carry an umbrella.
Slept very poorly last night; dreamt of vampires and spaceships. My ship and Spike’s ship were intangible to each other, but not so their occupants.
Video Feedback Fractals: no computers, just a camera, two monitors and a mirror. (Cited by Andrew Bulhak.)
Flipside of the previous: at the beginning of the Buffy episode “The Initiative” (4:7), we see Spike wake up in a strange white room, and he’s translucent: the lines of the floor can be seen through his black coat. No, wait, the lines seen “through” Spike do not match those around him. It’s a reflection of the floor outside his cell.
So I wonder how many viewers, like me, jumped at the exotic interpretation because Spike is a demon.