our soda vending machine is a shining example of the principle of maximal astonishment: no matter which button you press, it gives you something you didn't ask for. we spent a couple hours tracking a heisenbug in qmail-pop3d, in which it forgets about mail moments after it stats it. mail's there, it knew about it one moment, then what, cosmic ray? same binary, different box, problem vanishes. I'm worried there might be an obfuscation field enveloping our entire wing of the building.

now everything's quiet and post-milestoney. times like this (they several times a day) I really miss frances. soon she'll be here, soon. we agreed this weekend to move out of the city asap and get a home going. small bit of land, temporary living quarters, cement mixer, and a big pile of mud. I can't fucking wait. she is the best thing ever.

M17 is very good, and all the mozilla'ers here must be heartily congratulated. forget morons who don't understand how much work such a thing is.