An amusing tale that begins:
In March, 1999, a man living in Kandos (near Mudgee in NSW) received a bill for his as yet unused gas line stating that he owed $0.00. He ignored it and threw it away. In April he received another bill and threw that one away too.
Is over in Jim O'Halloran's weblog.
That's almost as good as the story about the guy who cashed a junk mail check and got away with it.
All the Inktomi folks are on campus today. I guess this is the first day of assimilation. At least there's a big party tonight to welcome them all to the collective. :-)
On a related note, someone just introduced me (passing in the hall) to a small caravan of Inktomi guys by saying "This is Jeremy. He's the one who shows up when you search for Jeremy." I responded "at least on Google I do..." Then a 5 second discussion ensued about that fact that it probably works on Inktomi now too.
As the caravan passed, someone at the end asked "are you the MySQL Jeremy?"
Hmm. I guess that in this context I am.
Time appears to be evaporating. I'm really at a loss to understand where it is going.
Maybe I'm stuck in some sort of twilight zone reality--you know, the kind where time accelerates when you're not looking. A cat jumps into my lap. I pet it for a few minutes. It jumps down. I look at the clock and 2.5 hours have gone by. If I didn't know any better, I'd be rather paranoid, assuming that it was a classic case of missing time and that I had been abducted by aliens as part of some grand experiment.
Or maybe it's just this damned computer. A blessing and a curse all at the same time.
Or... Maybe temporal incursions are what seems to be sucking all the time away.
Nah. It's probably just dark matter. It fucks up everything.