Don't mind me, folks. Someone had brought up the issue of Daylight Savings Time on MUDS. Just checking to see what's what here on our beloved Multiply.

I'm in -6 GMT during the "Standard" time of year. When the U.S. went into DST I had to manually change my account setting to -7 GMT for items posted here in my little slice of weird. Dantcer said that she thought that maybe the time zone issue was also related to where one posts on Multiply (groups vs. personal/network and all the shades in between).

Well, while posting to the Time Zones thread in MUDS I noticed that the time stamp displayed an hour earlier than my current local time, which was 09:01 for me on the DST adjusted setting of -7 GMT. Curiousity being a large part of my nature, I reset my time zone to -6 GMT, then checked the thread once more to see if my current local time had re-set in MUDS. It did.

So, this post is also being made at -6 GMT just to see how the time stamp registers now. My current local time for DST is 15:00. Daylight Savings Time not withstanding, it would be nice to know how Multiply's servers gauge time. How is the use of time stamps governed throughout Multiply? Given that Multiply's physical HQ is located within -5 GMT then this morning's original time stamp of 08:01 really doesn't make sense. Taking Daylight Savings Time into consideration, even if Multiply's servers hadn't been set an hour forward then the original timestamp for my post should have been 09:01 if MUDS' setting prevails.

Ready? Set? Bring on the weird!

The sound you just hear **ahem** read was that of my head hitting the keyboard. Today was the Snow Day From Hell. Last night I knew that I'd be keeping the youngest junior crew member at home. He'd been losing an argument with a budding upper respiratory annoyance. Last night I had also figured that the oldest would be going to the education center only to be whisked back to base a few short hours later for weather-related early dismissal. Nope. Sessions were cancelled outright first thing this morning.

It's a good thing, too. The ground was barely dusted with that cold, white flaky stuff when I checked the local radar loop. Oh shit. Houston, we have a problem. Vital medical supplies and food rations are nearing critical. Time for a challenging shuttle hop to Planet Salem for restocking. But what might the situation be like in that quadrant of Galaxy Ozarks? Surely the indigenous peoples of that locale were becoming aware of what was fast approaching this region.

Mission commencement: 07:30, -6 GMT. Systems sluggish, but functional. Green light, with caution.

The fugishuttle made careful but swift time to the primary commerce outpost. Most of the district was still inactive as large puffy chunks wafted downward with increasing fervor. Great. I'll just fetch the crew's supplies and jet on out of here. But woe unto me if I accidentally cause injury to any of these few unusual beings that are starting to mill about, or to their numerous offspring. (Note to self: Check quadrant regulations on cloning; an abnormally large percentage share similar overt genetic traits...) Gee, look- they're arriving in droves now.

The refueling depot wasn't that bad upon landing, but soon became as congested. Thank goodness I was able to secure adequate quick nutritional supplements before those entering from the docking bays wiped out that resource. Even mediocre hot brown substances in liquids and solids are better than none at all on missions such as this. At this rate there was no reasonable estimate of when I might arrive back at my home base. I was only marginally concerned for the well-being of my safe-at-home crew in comparison to that of my own.

Upon return to my crew's remote base I was greeted by the co-commander. He was gracious in offloading our supplies, and his thoughtfulness for having prepared good hot brown liquid in anticipation of my return may earn him yet another medal. The junior crew members though, are another matter entirely.

My rejuvenation chamber beckons. Signing off now. Tomorrow looks to be a "cabin fever" day.

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Beetlejuice is an offbeat 1988 motion picture, directed by Tim Burton. In this scene we witness the weird comedy which ensues as a New England home's deceased owners attempt to ruin the new residents' uptight and pretentious yuppie dinner party.

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Okay, folks. Here's a heapin' helpin' of weirdness for ya. It seems that lately there's been a rash of blog reply spam, all allegedly by some entity which calls itself "Idetrorce". [ Google ]

Earlier on Angry Seafood...

December 17th, 2007 at 11:38 pm
Bizarre. I got spammed by "Idetrorce" on 12/15/2007. This instance was noted as a reply to my final entry upon retiring Dopeless HOPE Fiend. I'm not interested enough yet to pursue any info re: logged IP address. That could change...

An Amish with a 'tude?
You know that's unheard of.
I never wear buttons, but I got a cool hat
And my homies agree
I really look good in black, fool.

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Lyrics excerpt from the brilliant parody of
Coolio's "Gangster's Paradise"

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