July 16-18, 2001 — I was only joking when I said...

For our link of the day, we've ticlopidine hydrochloride, a platelet aggregation inhibitor sold under the brand name "Antigreg" in Italy. (Get it? It inhibits platelet aggregation -- what name but "Antigreg" makes sense?) With the current state of domain name arbitration, the makers of said drug could probably (read: most definitely) take antigreg.com from me even though I had no idea that they existed when I registered it, and even though they've shown no interest in it up to now. Such is life on the Internet, I guess. If it were taken, I'd probably have to switch to antiboy.com full-time, which I don't think has the same ring to it.

(And while you're at the ticlopidine hydrochloride summary page, be sure to check out the links to definitions of complicated medical terms like "acid," "tablet," "side," "blue," and "white" [still the opposite of black, I hear]. I wonder if this is what we could expect from Microsoft's SmartTags system... Get your <meta name="MSSmartTagsPreventParsing" content="true"> tags set up to block them now, kids -- we don't need intelligent debate, we need a rush to judgement proclaiming that if it comes from Microsoft and if it changes our Web pages, it must be blocked. Or something along those lines.)

Well, now that that's out of the way...

On Monday and Tuesday I went to work. An uneventful pair of days if there ever was one. I missed the first Richmond bus on Tuesday, so I had to wait an extra half an hour for the second (and last) bus home to arrive. The excitement ended there.

On Tuesday night, I dreamt that the tickets I ordered for KrazyFest failed to arrive before we left. Mysteriously, we hadn't thought that this might be a problem until we arrived in Kentucky, at which point things got a little strange. In my dream, KrazyFest ended up resembling more of a day camp than anything, but we were still desperate to find a way to get in without the tickets that had never arrived in the mail.

I woke up on Wednesday and didn't go to work. I was exhausted and reasonably convinced that if I went to work, I would end up sick and unproductive anyway. Staying home and being unproductive (but healthy) seemed the only reasonable choice.

I went to Johnston's house at dinnertime and got filesharing running in between his laptop and his parents' computer so that he could back up the files from his laptop. (His brother dropped it and he's getting the hard drive replaced.) It made for convenient timing, really, since it was Jess' birthday that night and since the festivities were to take place at Johnston's house.

Dave and Jess showed up shortly after I did. I was introduced to Cory (of Confound fame). (Dave plans to convince Cory to attend KrazyFest with us using a brilliant technique that involves telling him that he's going every five minutes or so in the hopes of tricking him into thinking that he agreed to it at some point.) Not much later, we went swimming. More people arrived. We played soccer.

After soccer, we returned to Johnston's house, and Alex dropped by. I hadn't seen him since arriving back from university in May, but my mother arrived to drive me home not long after that, so there was little time for catching up. (And I definitely feel tough as hell to still have my mom picking me up from friends' houses as I'm approaching twenty.)

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Hmm. I just got home from the Movielife show and I'm going to Toronto tomorrow. Keep in mind that even though I'm posting this journal on Thursday, it only counts for up to Wednesday since Nathan took pictures today that I want to work into the official Thursday journal.

So yes. I'll be back on Tuesday with lots of stories to tell. Promise.