Dream
The dark hole of the internetless purgatory has spat me back into the murky mire of net sludge, after a tussle and a wrangle with the twin forces of Ma Bell Resurrected and the hordes of faceless sudoku puzzles moaning for my brains.
If nothing else, the room's been cooler with everything off all week. The server will go live tomorrow.
Nightmare
I've mostly held out by playing a lot of
sudoku and catching some online jazz at work. In between episodes of being horrified at the news and blogs coming out of Camp Refugee, former site of New Orleans. I've honestly never considered the prospect of a disaster relief campaign being run entirely by PR agents; I always thought this kind of eventuality was relegated to bizarre rantings by some fringe hippy, and yet the appaling truth is right here, turning the worst natural disaster in years into the worst man-made disaster in decades.
I don't know what to say, but I feel for everyone out there displaced and hungry, and I've donated what I could to help.
Vision
I'm surprised moot hasn't told everyone to forget the damn hurricane, 4chan needs your spare change. They must have gagged him pretty good.