Many have called me mental before. But I’m in need of cash, so why don’t you fund me and tell your friends you’re into fund’a-mental-ism?

Somebody once told me many commercials aim to place an alternative brand in your head, in case your regular runs out. When you’re happy with your brand and there’s plenty, a 30″ spot isn’t gonna change that.

My newspaper De Standaard ran out last week; kicking and screaming I bought De Morgen, an avalanche of complaints. Too much opinion, too little fact. But it’s well written. And in the end, what is objective news? Better to have a nice read that swallows well. Switch.

There’s been some commotion concerning the discovery of the first virus ever for the modern Mac. Finally, Norton Anti-virus has reason to exist. One wanders why people have been scanning their Macs for viruses routinely every week. Did I mention you have to download and double-click this new virus yourself? To further add to the commotion, this press release.

Brussels, feb 17 06, 1435 GTM – Sandman and Spudio have calculated that the sudden discovery of an OSX virus amounts to a 100increase in Mac viruses. We did the math: if this trend continues, 512 new OSX viruses will be discovered daily in 2 weeks!

• Day 1 1 virus
• Day 2 2 viruses(100increase)
• Day 3 4 viruses (100increase
• Day 4 8 viruses (100increase)
• Day 5 16 viruses (100increase)
• Day 6 32 viruses (100increase)
• Day 7 64 viruses (100increase)
• Day 8 128 viruses (100increase)
• Day 9 256 viruses (100increase)
• Day 10 512 viruses (100increase)

We also happen to write vector-based anti-virus software, with clean interactive PDF output.

Describing artificial intelligence is fun. I get to blab phrases like:

A creature translates its mission into a self-regulating activity pattern composed of step-stacks dictated by creatures abilities.

I’ve proposed a new standard to the internet’s W3C consortium, determined little weasels with an itch to gather, discuss and annotate all that suffers from a lack of discussion and annotation.

In weeks to come, you will be getting an exclusive peek at my upcoming Draft proposal for successive standardization of vacuum cleaner bags: SUC-STAN. Seeing a void and filling it baby.

I’m having great difficulty throwing out old clothes. But since my old raggs would have been bullied to death by my new Quicksilver and Billabong shirts, I thought it best to stuff’m in a collect-for-the-poor bags. My trusty sweaters. Perhaps they can still be rescued! No, be firm.

I’ve had weird dreams before many of which feature here, but yesterday was a masterpiece. All the phases of my life were symbolised by places, which lay 30 feet apart. As I crossed space, I crossed time. Later, the voyage circled my shower-drain and I reliased I was unable to shake the emotions I’d relived; the day ahead seemed shallow. Luckily I was too busy during the day to drift off in nostalgia.

A day, coffee after diner later, I can’t shake the feeling that I was happier back then. I know I wasn’t. But then dreams make past emotions rise from the dead, which wandering off in thought luckily never does. Back in school during screenplay classes, students used to answer the inevitable “What does your character want“, with “He just wants to be happy“. Sure, the teacher replied. We all do. Drama springs from the fact that nobody knows how.

What a girl, I thought in 1991, as Juliette Lewis was approached by Max Cady in the surreal basement of her highschool. After Cape Fear, I thought just about the same seeing her sulky lips and flirting eyes in “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape”, “Strange Days” and more.

Few people myself included will call her a great character actress. She’ll always be the in-need-of-a-potector girl. But she excels at it. So it hurts me to see the sad last years of her filmography at imdb.

Luckily, there’s Juliette and the licks Less fragile, equally sexy.

Holy cow, time has been flying. Weird, how it seems to spin up as you age. Shouldn’t it be the other way ’round? Children, caught up in play, no sense of time. Us, well aware of our temporality and dare I say mortality.

On a lighter note (grins): my company’s moving to a new building in 3 weeks. At the going rate, that’ll feel like 5 hours.