Wee Hours

Well, it's 2:ooAM in the morning, the hotel television doesn't get American Chopper and I'm beginning to suspect I'm going to see sunrise, which is, as every vampire knows, drastically overrated. If I wasn't in the Wilds of Queens, I'd probably go run, but as I don't want to be killed and eaten I'll probably take a pass on that.

I did try and go to sleep, but it didn't work, so I cranked up the computer and paged through the Usual Suspects to no avail. I did read that our pathetic forebearers Across the Pond are thinking of adding a lip-reading function to the zillions of spy cameras already scattered around Great Britain — something like one spy camera for every 14 people. That'll be handy! It goes well with the shouting cameras, in which your personal monitor can berate you for antisocial behavior through any one of the sound-equipped cameras.

I also discovered that miniature horses are very sensitive and can be trained as guide animals, the ancient Minoan civilization got whacked by a big tsunami that was probably the birth of the Atlantean mythology, a dry cleaner in Washington D.C. is being sued for $67 million for a lost pair of pants, that Rage Against the Machine has reformed and called for Bush to be "tried and hung and shot," showing that their creative juices are still smokin' hot, and that forks are really really sophisticated pieces of machinery, according to Physics Today.

I have at least avoided sinking to the lowest level of hell...cruising YouTube looking for exploding gun videos...I expect to get there somewhere around 4AM, which I am creeping toward at a glacial pace.

Well, tomorrow — as Scarlett O'Hara noted succinctly — is another day.

I wonder what's up with Paris Hilton?