Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Why make people pay for something once, when you can get them to buy it over and over again? DRM isn't about protecting media from piracy, it's about making it obsolete over time." -- Bec, 2007-11-07 (Context: story about MLB switching DRM schemes and not supporting the older format in which recordings of games had already been sold, making previously purchased recordings unusable)

"Why make people pay for something once, when you can get them to buy it over and over again? DRM isn't about protecting media from piracy, it's about making it obsolete over time." -- Bec, 2007-11-07 (Context: story about MLB switching DRM schemes and not supporting the older format in which recordings of games had already been sold, making previously purchased recordings unusable)

Not a good day. Much pain and bad dreams (plus a lot of just strange dreams). Not a walk-to-the-store day; may or may not be a ride-to-rehearsal day. Ow. Probably a not-opening-any-jars day, for that matter.

In one dream I was watching television and heard a politician excuse the rape of three women, saying "it needed doing" because they weren't having babies fast enough on their own -- I woke up while reaching to change the channel. Ugh. I also had five separate episodes of: 1) dream that I've already woken up and am eating breakfast, 2) realize as I finish eating that it's only a dream, 3) wake up for real. (My pillows are all accounted for / no giant marshmallows for dream-breakfast.) Woke up from several of the dreams with my hands numb & tingling.

Not sure which bugs me most -- the pain, the dreams, or the fact that it's three in the afternoon and I'm still struggling to get my body to function in a useful manner.

If I feel better later, I'll either write something more interesting than complaining about my health, or see whether I can get a ride to 3LF rehearsal, depending on just how much better.

Not a good day. Much pain and bad dreams (plus a lot of just strange dreams). Not a walk-to-the-store day; may or may not be a ride-to-rehearsal day. Ow. Probably a not-opening-any-jars day, for that matter.

In one dream I was watching television and heard a politician excuse the rape of three women, saying "it needed doing" because they weren't having babies fast enough on their own -- I woke up while reaching to change the channel. Ugh. I also had five separate episodes of: 1) dream that I've already woken up and am eating breakfast, 2) realize as I finish eating that it's only a dream, 3) wake up for real. (My pillows are all accounted for / no giant marshmallows for dream-breakfast.) Woke up from several of the dreams with my hands numb & tingling.

Not sure which bugs me most -- the pain, the dreams, or the fact that it's three in the afternoon and I'm still struggling to get my body to function in a useful manner.

If I feel better later, I'll either write something more interesting than complaining about my health, or see whether I can get a ride to 3LF rehearsal, depending on just how much better.