I had a strange dream. I worked in Manhattan, and every morning caught a but around 10:30 to get into the city and work. I worked in mid-town. One day, there was some reason that this wouldn’t work out, so Gloria arranged for me to have a hotel room somewhere just south of the city. It wasn’t Brooklyn, but some tiny suburb I hadn’t ever heard of. I can’t remember the name now, but it definitely had one, and I think it started with a “W.” In the morning, I’d catch a plane to Manhattan and get to work with plenty of time to spare.

I’ve needed a haircut for a while, but it hasn’t been convenient to go see my barber, so I shaved my head. It’s been a long time since I last did that – maybe a year or so. This was the second or third time that I’ve shaved my head with just scissors and a safety razor, as I have no working buzzers. This is a very annoying process, and I will definitely get buzzers again for the next time. I just need to get good ones that don’t cease functioning after a few uses.

Wow. Bugzilla.

My new job is good. I write code that makes it easier to write code, then I write that code. Also, yesterday I did a full, productive day’s work without ever putting on pants.

Seriously, if I ever go 48 hours without seeing a global notice on freenode IRC, I think I will fall over in disbelief.

Actually, I’m sure Bugzilla is better than some things. I wrote a ticket tracker at IQE. I think most small business programmers write a ticket system at some point. Mine was sort of complicated, in a good way. If the code hadn’t sucked, I’d release it. I think I’d like to get really good with RT instead, though.

Last night, the phrase “dharma initiative” appeared on Lost. I immediately whoised and googled it, and found nothing interesting. There were a lot of links to Hindu sites.

In preparing to run a role-playing campaign or two, I’ve been reviewing a lot of old games that I used to enjoy. I’ve subjected myself to a lot of really lousy material, but it’s been mostly enjoyable. In fact, half the time it’s the extremely lousiness that makes it so much fun. (It is baffling to consider the likelihood that there exist people who actually like Rifts as it was written.)

I had two weird dreams last night, capped off by a dream in which I was wondering what those two dreams meant.

I ride Carl R. Bieber, Inc. twice a day, three days a week. Not all of the busses are in perfect condition, and sometimes a seat is broken. This morning, the seat in which I sat had a broken recliner handle. Even if I didn’t touch it, any pressure on my seat back would cause it to recline. For a while, I tried to remain upright. When that got difficult, as I worked, I moved to the aisle seat. There was a guy behind me, and there was no reason to make him try to cope with my arbitrary back and forth movements.