Setting Orange, Chaos 60th, yC 3169 Okay the site's back to its relatively mundane plaintext layout and because it's March there's no green on the main page or on the archive pages. Friday was not a good day for me. My route to work has me taking a quiet side street alongside Platte bringing me to the parking area for all the employees. The morning was snowy with slippery powder. A woman was slowing down for no reason in the middle of the road and pulling over to the right of the road so I started driving over to the left to pass and get on with my life. Suddenly she turns to the left, I spin the wheel to avoid hitting her but I hit her car. Everyone's fine though shaken. It'll live but I'm going to be driving during daytime for a while until I can get up enough money to replace the headlight and blinker as well as replacing the right front fender. Her car's front bumper was ripped off and hanging down like a stroke victim's lip and it was having trouble getting restarted so she could park it. Of course reality settled on me, my plates are still not Colorado (I keep them in a safe place, my apartment), I don't have my registration on me nor my license which has been missing since October but it's not suspended. Thankfully she doesn't know what to do and decides on not calling the cops without any suggestions for or against taking that course of action. We exchange information and go about our business. Fucking hell, I've gotten used to the heptapod.org format for February 2003. I keep using the stylesheet classes. Remember dickhead it's just <P> not <P CLASS="body">. I get home and learn that her car's totalled and she'll take me buying it off her as calling it even. God damn it. It's better than having my insurance get hiked up, it's better than dealing with the police, it's better than going to court and explaining that I've been a scofflaw with my tags and everything. Her car was a plastic box, some old Hyundai, that she bought at an auction. Five hundred and eighty bucks. Not that bad. Still, I'm not happy since that takes a bite out of my nest egg for My Big Planstm. Anyway this hiccup is over and done with and I can move on with my life. I've been in a bad mood all day that was compounded by receiving my first paycheck that reflects being forced to take unpaid days off because nobody wants usurious loans since deys all gitten dat dere money deys entitled to from de gubmint. I'll get by if I pretend that I'm unemployed and live off salami sandwiches and seltzer for the rest of March and part of April. Those fuckers at work better show some appreciation for being a good soldier and taking the time off without any bitching. One thing kept going through my head when I had quiet, reflective moments out of earshot of my car was Kinja telling me that she thought my car was jinxed and how she was going to burn sage inside it to get rid of the evil influences. That never happened then again I never did that sex rite for her so it evens out in the end. Your Government Dollars At Work heptapod.org does get a lot of visitors, most of which are drawn here by my site being highly ranked for strange google searches due to the juxtaposition of various words. On a lark I decided to go through my logs and see if I had any visitors from the esteemed .gov and .mil top level domains. Mostly paranoia on my behalf stemming from morbid curiousity to see if I'm under the watchful eye of the department of homeland security. What are they looking for? The .gov sites are looking for spoilers to The Life of David Gale. The .mil sites are looking for nude Dr. Laura. gk-128-8.usps.gov - - [28/Feb/2003:05:30:39 -0500] "GET / HTTP/1.0" 200 25436 "http://www.google.com/search?q=THE+LIFE+OF+DAVID+GALE+,+spoiler&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=10&sa=N" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 5.5; Windows 95)" gk-128-8.usps.gov - - [28/Feb/2003:05:30:40 -0500] "GET /february.css HTTP/1.0" 200 2617 "http://heptapod.org/" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 5.5; Windows 95)" res2.gtwy.uscourts.gov - - [28/Feb/2003:08:27:03 -0500] "GET / HTTP/1.1" 200 25532 "http://www.google.com/search?q=life+david+gale+spoiler&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=10&sa=N" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows 98)" res2.gtwy.uscourts.gov - - [28/Feb/2003:08:27:03 -0500] "GET /february.css HTTP/1.1" 200 2617 "http://heptapod.org/" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 6.0; Windows 98)" wcs2-belvoir.nipr.mil - - [27/Feb/2003:11:58:53 -0500] "GET /drlaura.html HTTP/1.0" 200 1038 "http://www.google.com/search?q=Dr.+Laura+nude&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&oe=UTF-8&start=100&sa=N" "Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 5.5; Windows NT 5.0; T312461)" God Bless America! Spivak: Mother Hen I worry about Spot, hoping that she's healthy and happy and spoiled rotten. Lately I've been paranoid that she's getting thin especially after hearing the sad news about Gaki, Dee's kitty. Most times I call myself a bastard for not giving her enough attention and other times my entire day is wrapped up around this wee white and black itty. Right now as I write this entry she's pacing in front of the laptop rubbing her body against my face and purring loudly as if she knows that poppa's writing about her. You don't know how I smile at work when I take off my hoodie and find a single white hair clinging to my shirt. That's a treasured moment, like going to school and at lunchtime you find out whomever made your lunch put in some cool cupcakes or ding dongs or ho-hos. I cup my hands around that little white hair and clasp it tightly sending a hug back home for Spot, to tide her over until I come home to hear her talk to me about how she hadn't eaten all day and she's skin and bones. Today I was especially worried about her well-being because she was yowling at me now and again or simply biting me which gets an overly dramatic response of being in excruciating pain. I checked everything that may make Spot cranky or feel like she's being denied but she has water, her litterbox is clean and there's food in her dish. Followup: Cryptic Lovecraftian Article On 4 Eb, 5 Kayab heptapod.org had a cryptic article about the discovery of an image that bears resemblance to an extradimensional being. I contacted the individual who maintains the page which features this image and according to him this is a detail from a Mayan fresco at Bonampak. Bonampak is a famous Mayan site which is renowned for its preserved murals. This figure allegedly represents a young maize god featured on the north wall of room one at Bonampak. The other walls feature crab and crocodile deities that archaeologists pass off as being other Mayans in intricate costumes but when I searched Google and looked around the various sites which bear photos of this site I was surprised to see two enormous, shadowy pincers waving high above the throng of celebrants in the foreground. I am also amused that this ended up being in Mayan in origin considering I was keeping a Mayan dating theme for the month of February.