I prefer simple solutions to problems. True, some attempts at solving a problem may appear to be “simple solutions”, when they actually cause more problems than they solve. Solution complexity appears to scale with the complexity of the problem.

I learned this maxim at an early age. I got my first Rubik’s Cube when I was eight. I immediately mixed it up, thinking I could solve the problem. Unfortunately, I had no interest in mathematics, and very little patience. I promptly tossed the scrambled cube into the toy box and forgot about it for a few years. When I rediscovered it, I had this genius idea: I could pry the pieces of the cube apart, and reassemble the cube in the correct order. Given a screwdriver and five minutes, and I had a properly-arranged Rubik’s Cube. Sure, I didn’t solve the problem according to the guidelines listed on the box, but at age nine, I could care less about the methods of my solution.

When I was a kid, I used to build really neat things with Construx. I never built anything as cool as a person-sized Iron Giant, though.

Deeper meaning found in earlier posts:

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This transcendental experience brought to you by JWZ’s Dadadodo.

NOAA sends me email. I should probably never admit this in public. However, my current email from NOAA tells me that there is a chance of precipitation later tonight.

I wonder about that term, “precipitation”. I know that it means “stuff falling from the sky.” What kind of stuff? What if “precipitation” meant something other than a random state of water, like… boats? I’m not sure my umbrella can handle a light shower of boats.

Said to a sleeper, online: “maybe you’ve always been able to get away with discounting the opinions of others, but I will not accept it. I don’t know you, and honestly, I don’t care to. You’re quite honestly the most vacant and uninteresting person I have ever met online. I really don’t know why you continue talking to me. If you see me online, please, just block me, rather than attempting contact.”

XF86Config Demystified. Further proving that I hate Linux because I’m lame.

Here’s some pertinent and very-well-researched links regarding military weather and mind control.

Be sure to put on your aluminum-foil hats and pray to the aliens.

First up, we have the Armageddon site, page 2. Notice the spooky radar artifacts.

Next, why not ask those nice Alaskans what they’re doing with their HAARP experimentations.

About those harmless vapor trails made by airplanes? Read more here.

Finally, a lengthy rant regarding weather control served by conspiracy-theorist David Icke.

Back in the AIRnet days, I dreamed of buying a few floors of the old Terry-Hutchens building in downtown Huntsville and renovating it into a completely wired living space that my friends and I would all be proud to occupy. It would be called theComplex, and I even bought the domain name to match. Of course, I didn’t have the business experience at the time, and had no idea how to develop such an idea.

Matt asks an interesting question: “why weblog?”

True, my primary reason for keeping this site around is that it serves as a universally-accessible bookmarks page. When I find something interesting, I post about it. There are, of course, other reasons.

I read or heard, somewhere, something, that said that no thought can truly be considered complete until it has left the mind, converted to another medium, such as text or speech or art. This sounds odd at first, but consider how truly difficult it is to express yourself verbally. You can think of amazing things, but the act of converting these thoughts to static text or spoken words takes a significant effort. These simple few lines, for me, contained numerous backspaces and word-replacements that narrowed my original thoughts into precise verbiage.

The CIA Spook Lady is the cashier at a local Chinese buffet. She asks lots of suspicious questions, because she’s a member of the CIA. Today, she asked to see Robert’s license as he paid for dinner.

CIA Spook Lady: “Robert, you didn’t have any hair in this picture!”
Robert: “Yeah. I lost it all in an accident.”
CIA Spook Lady: “Oh.”