Shared neuroses

I have gotten into the habit of not reading lyric liner notes in CDs/albums/whatever because it drives me nuts if they aren’t singing exactly what’s written….

From recent e-mail

I’ve been watching Monk recently, and realized I identify with him slightly more than I find comfortable. But this evening I received e-mail containing the text quoted above, and it’s made me feel somewhat comforted that, although I suffer from a similar affliction, so do others.

And I do recognize that writing this post is neurotic in itself. Isn’t that ironic? (No!)

C’mere little alien buddy

My SETI@Home clients haven’t discovered any statistics of note since August 2001. Previous to that I was getting personal-best spikes, gaussians, and pulses once every couple of months on average. I know they’ve been recycling work units for some time, but I’d expect to get similar results–the analysis hasn’t changed, because the client has been the same version (3.03) since December 2000.

I’m not complaining, just curious.

Sometimes I think the surest sign that intelligent life exists elsewhere in the universe is that none of it has tried to contact us.

Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes