{"id":1039,"date":"2002-06-07T21:46:00","date_gmt":"2002-06-08T04:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheer.us\/wordpress\/?p=1039"},"modified":"2002-06-07T21:46:00","modified_gmt":"2002-06-08T04:46:00","slug":"24-bit-unsigned-mult","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/uncategorized\/24-bit-unsigned-mult","title":{"rendered":"24 bit unsigned mult"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, I don&#8217;t know what that title was about either, but it was in that fun little &#8216;scrollback of titles&#8217;, so I thought, why not?<\/p>\n<p>D. (or was I referring to him as V.? I can&#8217;t even remember. Fuck it)&#8217;s significant other is pregnant. I&#8217;m happy for them, I suppose.<\/p>\n<p>M. proposed to her SO, who I gather said no. These things happen. Better luck next time! [or something of that sort]<\/p>\n<p>And me? Well, Bill, you don&#8217;t even want to know my situaton. [I may take up sati&#8217;s approach of thinking of my reader as a 18-25 year old guy named bill. It has a certain humor value to it. Or I may think of my reader as a beautiful 18-25 year old female who really.. wait.. no.. <\/p>\n<p>Does anything besides love matter, in a relationship? I can&#8217;t decide. <\/p>\n<p>I wish I could find the energy to do some work. There&#8217;s so much to do be done.. but it seems like today, I&#8217;m lost in listlessness. I can&#8217;t even think of anything to babble about in my journal. Bad sign.<\/p>\n<p><b>Wading in the velvet sea, Phish<\/b><br \/>\n<i><br \/>\n[Chorus:]<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been wading in the velvet sea<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been wading in the velvet sea<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been wading in the velvet sea<br \/>\nI&#8217;ve been wading in the, I&#8217;ve been wading in the<br \/>\n[repeats] <\/p>\n<p>I took a moment from my day<br \/>\nWrapped it up in things you say<br \/>\nMailed it off to your address<br \/>\nYou&#8217;ll get it pretty soon unless <\/p>\n<p>The packaging begins to break<br \/>\nAnd all the points I tried to make<br \/>\nAre tossed with thoughts into a bin<br \/>\nTime leaks out my life leaks in <\/p>\n<p>You won&#8217;t find moments in a box<br \/>\nAnd someone else will set your clocks<br \/>\nI took a moment from my day<br \/>\nWrapped it up in things you say<br \/>\nAnd mailed it off to you <\/p>\n<p>You won&#8217;t find moments in a box<br \/>\nAnd someone else will set your clocks<br \/>\nI took a moment from my day<br \/>\n<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Okay, I don&#8217;t know what that title was about either, but it was in that fun little &#8216;scrollback of titles&#8217;, so I thought, why not? D. (or was I referring to him as V.? I can&#8217;t even remember. Fuck it)&#8217;s significant other is pregnant. I&#8217;m happy for them, I suppose. M. proposed to her SO, [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1039"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1039"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1039\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1039"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1039"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.sheer.us\/weblogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1039"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}