I had the wildest set of dreams last night. The most important feature of them was the appearance of Kevin Spacey, an actor I've liked a lot in the movies I've seen him in. In these dreams the characters he played were sneaky and wry, just the way he is in every movie. We were also lovers, which I remember thinking was odd, because the consensus on alt.showbiz.gossip was that he is gay.
A dream like this usually means I'm going to be obsessed by Kevin Spacey for a little while. Then I'll get over it. I went through a Jonathan Pryce phase for a while because of one of these dreams.
I survived last night. I watched a little bit of the marathon and spent the rest of the time hiding in the bedroom playing Colonization. I tried not to be annoying or rude, so I was quiet.
Right after everyone left Darin's brother Mitch (who told me he wants to be known as "the Gamma Elf") and Nevin arrived back from the rafting trip they'd gone on with a whole bunch of other people. They didn't stay long, because they were both exhausted.
Darin and I stayed up for a while beyond that, cruising the web, each of us on our own computers. We went to bed around 2, and I slept until noon. I guess I needed it. Darin was already up, programming away.
Today I have to get together with CJ to ask about setting up a web page so that people can ftp stuff off of it. I've set it up just the way I'm supposed to and it's not working. Rather than continue to stomp around, moan, and rent my clothing the way I have been, I figure I'll go get help from Someone Who Knows. It's a new resolution of mine.
The Discovery channel has been playing as I type this, and I'm getting disoriented. Every time I look up, there's something else on: a puff piece on Coast Guard tracking drug smugglers, how to drain your car's oil, different ways to make a hard wood floor. Each segment is about 10 minutes long, and then it's on to something else.
Last night I discovered there's a way to suppress having some or all of your web pages indexed by search engines like Alta Vista. (I can hear Greg now: Duh. Well, so I'm slow.) What you do is, you set up a file called robots.txt in your main web directory that specifies which files you don't want indexed. (Go to one of those search engines and look for "robots.txt" for more info.)
The reason I find this so interesting (other than the fact that your advanced technology amazes and frightens my primitive brain) is that I've noticed that every single damn Paperwork entry has been indexed in Alta Vista, which is highly annoying.
Kevin Spacey need never know that I dream about him.