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Getting really sick of deleting MyDoom junk mail. Most of it’s not even to me, it’s to “ted@xorph” and “stan@xorph” and other nonexistent addresses. The perils of owning a domain! And having your address as the default redirect, anyway. I should change that.

Haven’t seen a thing on my U of L or Hotmail addresses, though. Way to go, U of L and Hotmail.

Confidential to somebody who goes to theatre websites and also the Lexington library, I don’t know who: You have MyDoom. Please download the cleaning tool, stop sending it to me, and never open an attachment again.

Thanks to the Fascinating Dynamics of Wind©, the snow outside the building right now is enthusiastically falling up.

Oh, yeah, and it was pretty icy here for a while, especially Sunday and Monday. My classes yesterday were on a 2-hour delay, which was nice, I guess, but I really wanted them cancelled, and the delay was kind of like getting candy instead of cake on your birthday. I mean, come on. It’s been five years since I had a surprise day off, and I’m going to a public school again! I am entitled to snow days!

The office directly behind my cube at work is currently empty, so I sometimes wander in there to check out the view. It’s not all that nice, but it does have trees in it.

This morning, I checked it out after a phone call from Maria and confirmed her statement: it was snowing pretty hard, again. The direction of snow falling when you’re on the twelfth floor, apparently, is completely horizontal.

Some hours later, I came back from lunch and checked out the big window-wall at the end of the hallway, which (unlike the office window) looks out the narrow end of the building. The sun was brilliant and warm, and the streets were entirely clear, black with runoff.

Just now, I went back into the office and found that the surrounding area was blizzard-white.

So basically, either the hallway window here sees the future, or the office window sees the past. Amazing!

I’m unabashedly stealing a story from Sumana today–I can’t give her credit there, so I might as well do so here. If you’re clever, you might even figure out where it is.

Update 1343 hrs: Also, while checking something for said story, I managed to get Yahoo! Maps to produce a set of directions that concluded with “19: Arrive at the center of OHIO.

“We have nothing to fear but fear itself.” Sure, but whose fear?

You know, if I were a Green Lantern, I’d just… like, carry a big flashlight with a blue filter on the end. Or spraypaint.