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As with a low sucking sound it slowly disappeared again, Starbuck still gazing at the agitated waters where it had sunk, with a wild voice exclaimed—“Almost rather I had seen Moby Dick and fought him, than to have seen thee, thou white ghost!”
      “What was it, Sir?” said Flask.
      “The great live squid, which, they say, few whale-ships ever beheld and returned to their ports to tell of it.”

Moby-Dick, 1851


3-17-09  No one reads this column
Guys, FURL sucks. It has sucked for years, and I'm sorry I've been using it. I have switched over to delicious; I would have done this much sooner, but they made it really difficult the last time I tried.

4-21-08  Archives
Uhmm, apparently archives haven't really been working since late 2006. THANX for the heads up guys! They are temporarily fixed, and will stay temporarily fixed until I migrate to new software/layout. I have said some hilarious things in the last 7 years, that future generations will feel lucky I preserved. Go check them out.

1-18-08  new iPhone icon
Woah, it's been 3 years since the last news update! Fuzzysquid now has a webclips icon for your iPhone! It'll automagically show up when you add FS to your home screen. Atom and RSS feeds have been available for a few years now, but I never made special mention of it.

1-14-05  LJ images
Since it seems to be popular, and it's been linked in a lot of different places besides here, I've decided to post the LJ Images page. At least in the news, at least for now. It's also getting some Google ads because you LiveJournal people are sucking up all my bandwidth (35% for that one page!)

4-02-04  FURL
Check out what I've been browsing: FURL.net bookmark archive. Not much commentary, relevance, or sequitur—but it's what's keeping this blog from turning into a meme dumpster.



  1. TONMO - The Octopus News Magazine Online. Invaluable.
  2. Angrywhale - Meet Leonard. He's an angry sort of whale.
  3. The Squid Blog - From the Laughing Squid people.


  4. Moxyberry - Where the cousin is at. Her bookmarks here.
  5. Cranky User - Brian's bookmarks. Updated, unlike his site.
  6. Rosenstock - Her other ride is your mom.
  7. Lauren - Wet Hot Singaporean Blogging.
  8. Universal Donor - Like the prime number shitting bear, but with terrible back pain.
  9. Olivia - Who receives special dispensation from our usual policies.
BLAG  read the archive

Tuesday, August 26, 2003
dannyboy 10:52 AM (0)



Here is what I think: I think it's indescribably hard for (any) two people to connect with each other in a meaningful way. The amount of meaning lost as a thought coalesces in my head, as it turns into language, as I turn it into words that come out of my mouth, and as the reverse happens in you--I think this strips away everything that is not explicit and easy. Even worse, is when you do this through text, like you know, the stuff you're reading right now.

And I think that's okay. I think that people are fundamentally alone; stripping away all the security of people and things that we surround ourselves with, we are by ourselves, always.

Which is at odds with what I know of statistics and the Universe. Once you look at everything at a large enough scale, it all becomes recursive. That is, all possible configurations of the little bits that make up everything is exhausted, and it begins to repeat. On a smaller scale, there are 6 billion people in the world. I'm overly fond of saying that even if you were one in a million there would be 3000 of you in China.

"So what's the point, Depressio?", you're asking. Well, that once you get sufficiently complicated, or intimate, it should be hard to communicate with someone. And if you find someone who can complete your sentences, then you're either lucky, or predictable. Wait, that's not it. What I'm saying is, if you read my site and you e-mail me--or alternately if I e-mail you... I'm ok with that exchange, by itself in it's entirety. I won't be offended if we find we run out of things to say. If you think of anything, I'll still be here.

My contradictory statement is this: there is a huge void of un-meaning that separates any and every two people; meanwhile, there are hundreds of people within driving distance who are exactly (enough) like you.

If you can bridge that void, even just long enough to be able to write one e-mail, then that's a victory. You may rage against my notion that we are trapped in the second circle of interpersonal relationship hell, but I rather like it here.

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