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Arthur C. Clarke and Stanley Kubrick overestimated mankind and its technological and political evolution, methinks, but like him, I have hope. I'm in no hurry to meet homicidal AIs, anyway.
It's 01-01. How cool is that?
A new beginning for IMR?
Another thirty days, another ulcer.
I head East, the girls head West.
Together again.
Summer fun, summer school.
On the verge.
An outbreak of marital bliss.
A month that will live in infamy.
Going to China.
Another year older, if not wiser.
Riding it out.
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