I was totally going to make fun of DaveE for this, but as I started to read it, I felt it was less silly and more apt. 

I like it. I like it a lot:

"I frequently imagine time like passing through a square block of Swiss cheese. Perhaps you could think of it as flip-book of infinitely thin slices being flipped. As you progress, you see a hole appear, get bigger, then smaller, then disappear. But the block of cheese as an entity simply exists. You may think of that hole as a temporal object that changes, and ceases to exist, but it's not so.

The fact that you seem to perceive the cheese as "changing" is a trick that your mind plays on you. Even though you can only see a thin slice at any given moment, the reality is that the whole thing exists all at once. What happens at the ends of the block of cheese? Nothing. The cheese is finite.

The question would sort of be like asking "what color was the cheese before the cheese started?" 

Well, there was no color. 

There was no cheese." 

—DaveE, [http://news.lugnet.com/off-topic/debate/?n=28017]

Either the cat brought in a dead mouse this morning, or one got in and she killed it. Either way, I had to clean up a little stiff mouse laying on the carpet by the stairs. Joy. 

I'd like to think that the cat brought it in, but part of me wonders how nobody would have noticed her carrying it as they opened the door. It's not unheard of for a mouse to get in, now that the weather is starting to turn cold. I just can't figure out how it would have gotten in by itself. The end result is the same, I guess. 

Mouse + Cat = Dead Mouse

I have no less than 4 freaking projects all crashing into each other at the same freaking time. Damnit, I hate being this busy. Busy good. Insane busy, bad. We had the second Zombie game on Saturday, I hope to get something written up for that soon. 

Anyway, October isn't looking much better for posting than September at this rate.