Wherefor Hal?

There have been rumblings... and that's usually my stomach telling me to have another ham&cheese Hotpocket. But once my hunger is assuaged, the subject that invariably comes to mind is the whereabouts and general well being of that rogue program who serves TQR so well, Hal 3000.

I know he was zapping his consciousness to Kobe, Japan shortly after his Terminal run last quarter, but the details are foggy. Another Hotpocket to quaff perhaps, to clear my muddled brain. He was going to accept some poetry award, wasn't he/it. Whatever. I mean. His name is Hal, right? Masculine, virtually viral and voracious. Or is the program's nature vivisectionist? Enough with it. I'm famished. Suffice to say, I have an eye out for news on Hal and his successes or failures concerning Kobe.

If anyone has any news to spill, by all means spill it!

Hosanna Hosanna Hosanna Hey 'sanna ho 'sanna hey and how

Well. After a week of futility, the damnable Some Time in the Sun finally saw fit to fit on the site. So now we have proper triptych of tantalizing CGs upon which you, dear investor, may whet your moneymaker. Me. I'm off to my rest, hopefully not eternal, astride the armrests of my big blue La-Z-Boy recliner to take in the cathode rays of the gridiron heroes and goats that must surely become today. Let us prey on Peyton Manning. And make martyrs of Saints! Meanwhile, I am opening a beer to you! Here's to my son napping a long while this day of our Lord, January 21, 2007. Hereby otherwise known elsewhere and in confined spaces as Championship Sunday. Amen.