So I've worked on TLJT and FXRJournal. Now I have it edit my private journal into my public one, post the edited version to livejournal, re-write the headers of the private and public journal to reflect the lj-eid, then reload into FXRJournal. And that actully works.

Anyway, I had dreams this afternoon.

Actually, I sort of had dreams this morning, too. Not the before-I-got-out-of-bed kind, but the I'm-dosing-off-in-CS3830-because-I'm-so-tired kind. I had been up pretty late last night playing some Doom levels. Most notably Forest2 (an old wad I made when I was about 10) and Uac Dead. So while Gast was talking I dosed off and was half-dreaming that I was running around trying to kill a cyberdemon with a rocket launcher that shot rockets multiple directions. Then I woke up and learned about how UW-Platteville does all internal routing on the data-link layer.

This afternoon I had a dream that I was Radar from MASH. It was weird because we decided to have Henry take care of all the business instead of Hawkeye doing everything. And there was something about a shark. There was a flashback to when I was young (well, about 20) and I had found this shark and a bigf part of his dorsal fin had gotten torn off. But I helped him out and later on we were both bigger and his fin was healing. Someone said something about "oh that poor shark had his brain sliced off" because they thought that he kept his brain in his fin. But I knew better.

Then I was at our church. The Waltons were all there, and one of them had to stick around to look after the place. Mary didn't want to do it she said because she always ended up with that job. So their dad ended up doing it. Meanwhile, Zesty and Matt were coming to torment me so I was running away from them. Finally I decided I'd be better off if, instead of trying to run, I'd just hide somewhere in the chuch. I don't know how that turned out.

Then I was in congress. We were all sitting around in this big round room with stadium seating. We were eating ice cream. My ice cream came from this blue shell the size and shape of half a small watermelon. It wasn't really very ice-creamy - it was sort of hard, and I had to push hard with my spoon to dig into it. Maybe really frozen ice cream. And it tasted like some kind of exotic fruit. It didn't taste bad, but it did taste pretty strange.

I was walking back towards the dorms (this congress place seemed to be somewhere between Otts and the Stupid Center) with 3 or 4 people that I didn't know. They were talking and I was walking along with them and being 'funny'.

When I got back to my room I sat down in my chair and Andy was talking to Fizz about how he was using low-pass filters to make his switches work. I was visualizeing it as a 2-dimensional graph with noisy black dots on it. First he removed the noise so that there was a distinct black area and white area, and then he took the parts where the black area went above a certain line and made it a 1, and where it didn't go above that was a zero.