I have just finished a significant update to my Web site, which includes the addition of an entire new wing, a collection of various essays on a number of different subjects. Because, after all, what the Internet needs more of is opinionated rantings.
Those who have read my journal for a long time will recognize that these essays are taken from various entries that first appeared here; people new to my flist may not have seen some of them.
I’ve also, for the first time in a long time, updated the occasional advice column Ask Agent Smith. I haven’t checked the Ask Agent Smith email address in months; wen I went there today, there were nearly 90 new messages waiting.
A bit less than half of them were spam. Of the messages that weren’t spam, a bit more than half of those were sexual solicitations.
No, I don’t get it either.
Most of them were of the form “Agent Smith is totally hot, I love how callous and cruel he is, the idea of Agent Smith giving advice is wonderful, will you hae sex with me?” I think I’ve stumbled on a very strange little niche sexual fetish here, one that I’m not quite sure I understand. I know some of the folks on my friends list like to write various flavors of fandom pr0n; anyone ever take a shot at Matrix pr0n? ‘Cause, you know, there might be a market for it. Just sayin’.
Shelly will be in town today! She’s coming up to Atlanta tonight, flying out to New York on Thursday to visit her mom, then coming back next week to stay ’till the new semester starts. Yay!
And finally, I’m still at the office. Not doing work, mind; I installed World of Warcraft on the monster Mac Pro system I have here, with its gorgeous 23″ Apple Cinema Display, and ZOMG. Hot wet sex. With all the graphics settings and rendering settings cranked up to max, I’m still getting 80 frames per second, and good God does it look gorgeous.
Now pardon me while I go drool all over my computer. Yeah, I’m a geek. Deal with it.