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January 22nd, 2002

http://www.lsfileserv.com/aaw.html

sniffs your system for adware, and also kills vx2 illegal popups.

Ad-aware scans your memory, Registry, and hard drives for software components from Alexa (through 5.0), Aureate (1.0, 2.0, and 3.0), Comet Cursor (through 3.0), Cydoor, Doubleclick, DSSAgent,EzUla, Expedioware, EverAd, Flyswat, Gator, Gratisware, HotBar, OnFlow, TimeSink (through 5.0), Transponder, Web3000, Webhancer, and more. Ad-aware then displays a list of detected spyware modules, Registry keys, files, and folders, and allows you to remove them from your system selectively.

This update supports removal of EzUla, Expedioware, and Transponder modules, and features an "exclude" option to ignore modules you want to keep.

Note: Some advertisement-supported software may not work after the ad-monitoring components have been removed. If you run Ad-aware under Windows NT/2000, you may need to log in with administrator privileges. If you are upgrading from a version prior to 4.0, remove the Ad-aware folder or uninstall it before installing this new version.

Jan. 22nd, 2002

I dreamt that I was stabbed last night. Repeatedly, in the chest and slashed across the arms. I don't remember it physically hurting, but I was pretty outraged that it was happening. I started yelling at the faceless person to stop, but they saw fit to continue. Looking down, I realised that there weren't any wounds and calmed down immediately. I instead asked what the heck they thought they were doing... I got no reply, and I took away the knife. They were sat down like a small child, and I explained to them as simply and carefully as I could that what they were doing was bad and that it would normally hurt very much. I got the impression that they were very, very sorry and that they really had no idea that they were doing something awful.

Launched late for walkies today, but it's a sleepy morning. I'm looking forward to getting a bike to work out with and maybe ride to and from work on occasion. I think that there'll be quite a few beach and airport images in the near future. Helicopters were out this morning in a half-dozen candy colors, flying in formation like giant hummingbirds.... hovering and doing a large scale synch'ed ballet of movement. They're doing work on the "haunted house"... hopefully it'll still be freaky-creepy looking by the time the camera gets here. If not, there's lots on los olas that're imageworthy, along with the mall of the dead, and "count chocula's house" up the road.


Poll #16853 homeschooling

If you home schooled a child, what would be the hardest subject for you to teach?

If you home schooled a child, what would be the easiest subject for you to teach?

Jan. 22nd, 2002

http://www.midol.com/mightymidol/mightymidol2.cfm

The mighty midols! Fight the evil of Monsteration...

This is a hoot.. the game's fun too.. warning, the page has sound.

I've never heard Newt go "ngeong".

International Animal Noises How to translate "moo," "oink," "bzzz," and so on into major world languages. Caution again, some of the translation pages have autoplay on the animal sounds.

In other news, I'm back on the writing bandwagon. (I have figured out how to bypass the evils of a laptop keyboard... plug in a full-sized one! I can write reclined with the board in my lap and still pivot and turn... an ergonomic design that I really work more comfortably with.) And my ear cleared again... waugh. by way of chewing lunch. Now, I have super hearing again.

It's a shame I don't see more of gael online.. I know she's been having troubles linking up with LJ and such... I'd like to get what her interpretation of my reformed stabber dream was.

Thinking about the poetry of Azru Jehu, and it's warming me, bringing me thoughts of pleasure and good memories. It's funny, the chain reaction of thoughts that can take you from one point to another.

You know, I'm a fairly happy guy... (Why 'e's hardly gloomy, 'e's barely depressed, 'e's scarcely maudlin, 'e is.) but I've always had a fascination for what's on the other side of the curtain.

We met them at the gate though we usually wait inside. Preoccupied with their own thoughts, impatient, like so many children, they didn't see who we really were. They never noticed our crowns, our pain, the fire in our eyes.

Like all others they think the house was made for them; actually, it is the other way around. They think we are poets who will lead them through the symbols and spaces of this underworld. They think we will teach them lessons. We are the lesson.

The monstrous walls rise up and run away as far as the human eye can see, circling and dividing. Which half is the Maze?

Even we get lost. It changes - sometimes slowly, imperceptibly...sometimes suddenly. This house is not only made of stone and mortar, wood and paint; it is made of time and mystery, hope and fear.

Construction never stops. We take some pride in our role as architects.

They think we will guide them to the center. Perhaps we will.
My super hearing is a mixed blessing. I can again hear all 17 fans, every scrap of static and clack of keyboard. The overhead lights hum. I wouldn't trade it for what I had before. sharp, solid focus, I can even hear to a slight degree the people talking in regular voices in the hall behind the door.

I thank what powers that be... be it yawning, chewing, or the magical auditory pixies that retuned my eardrum to play more than white noise and pressure.

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