Note: for those of you who don’t get the title, please see Strongbad! Well, my new laptop finally arrived. Well, though I say finally, I only ordered it on Wednesday, and the company in New York shipped it that day. I certainly didn’t expect less than 48-hours without paying some kind of exorbitant fee, but here I sit configuring this mythical beast. I suppose I should review it at least a little.

For a long time, I’ve been using Postfix as my mail server, and it has a pretty good reputation for reducing spam simply using various header and RFC checks. After throwing blacklists into the mix, and without any other tool such as SpamAssassin, I had reduced spam by roughly 80-90%. But that still meant about a dozen succeeded in reaching my inbox, and the ratio was slowly increasing thanks to the recent vast deluge of pump-and-dump scams, so I decided I needed a solution.

Note that this meandering diatribe is in response to CipherPunk’s equally irrelevant non-sequitur. While an amusing anecdotal diversion, the situation only illustrates an irrelevant contrived conjecture disjointed from the reality of freedom. From a simplistic biological perspective, “fatherhood” is an artifice purportedly entwined within the evolution of human society. The machinations of beneficial circumstance notwithstanding, the circumspect sanctity of human existence is itself questionable. One could stipulate a blood donor’s “rights” concerning the recipient of his or her life-sustaining red fluid, for all the effort involved in sperm donation.

Frames: $100 Lenses: $380 The knowledge that 1.71 refractive-index plastic lenses cost more than a contact exam and frames: priceless. January marks the necessity to update my contacts for the yearly metamorphosis my eyes undergo. Apparently I’ve slipped two diopters since last year, confusing my eye doctor; people my age don’t have fluctuating vision and increasing myopia as a rule. So why did I mention my glasses, when everyone knows I clearly prefer contacts?

Rumors of my untimely demise have been greatly exaggerated. After the craziness of the holidays and the unending barrage of activities in and around the holidays, I merely needed a couple weeks to recuperate. Part of the blame rests with the fact I finally obtained the mother of all penis jokes, a Wii. As can be expected, I’ve been playing Twilight Princess. All in all, a very good game with an unusual dark undertone for a Zelda game.