Scrabble meeting Linux makes me think of this little piece I read yesterday.

14th century caltrop (’the medieval landmine’) for sale on eBay.

Troy ‘big, vapid, empty disappointment’, except for ‘distinguished’, ‘Irish-born’ Peter O’Toole, who is simply ‘outstanding’, according to this review at Ireland Online.

Can someone please tell me what this is? I came across it by accident just now and cannot for the life of me begin to decipher its purpose. Each link on this page, and there are, I think, 900 of them, goes to a page with a very long series of not-completely random numbers and letters. There seems to be a correspondence between the letters and the numbers.

I think the best clue is in the names of these documents, ‘cvccvc’, but I really have no idea. A web search for cvccvc turns up the …

Kinda played hooky yesterday. A couple weeks ago I started feeling really run down and stressed out by a bunch of little things, and when this happens, the best thing to do is take a day, or, in this case, a half day off from work. I coordinated it with Gwen so we could have a little time off together, and do something we don’t get a lot of time to do: just enjoy one another’s company. May’s also a hard month for me, in general, for a couple reason, mostly having to do with it being the …

Michael Moore’s anti-Bush propaganda filmprompts a standing ovation at Cannes. Moore: “This film will be seen in the United States before the election - have no fear of that.”

Here’s something funny for Red Sox fans the Globe put together: a vision of the next Red Sox movie, featuring famous actors as your favorite ball players.

Now that’s a hoot.

Tonight, on a very special episode of Samizdat, Matthias gets political.

Life is now officially insane. I present to you: Mr Brain’s Faggots.

How many can you handle?

I used to dream a lot. Over the past couple years, though, I think I could count on one hand the number of dreams I have had that I could recall upon waking.

Well, I just had the oddest dream.

I was the gunner of a small, quick, spacefaring vessel, a space coast guard type reconnaisance vessel that I and my fellow crewmate had, erm, commandeered for an operation of questionable legality. En route from one place to another, we passed through an uninhabited star system, and stopped to treat with another vessel we had found there, drifting, dead and …