I am home from the hospital! I had a heart attack on 31 October, so I spent my Halloween early evening in the ER in Davis before getting moved to Sacramento for observation and treatment. By the sixth they had confirmed evidence of a significant heart attack and determined that I had an almost complete blockage of one of the arteries that feeds the heart muscle. One scan later and they'd confirmed that a stent was not possible, but that they must graft on a new piece of vascular tissue to feed the heart itself. For this to happen, the surgeon must open the chest, stop my heart and graft on a piece of artery harvested from elsewhere (in my case the mammary artery ). Scheduled for the surgery, I was prepped by shaving pretty much all my chest, belly and leg hair. Thus denuded, cold and starved I was led to the tender mercies of the anaesthetist, who gave me a couple of pills to relax me, finally filling me with an awesome concoction that put me to sleep. This was very

We used her grandparents' rings
and my sister's house.

I found it charming for a couple years afterwards
to think we were married
at home:

She was there
that was home.

--

He was born in a
hospital toilet in Spring. That year he would
have seen the poppies bloom.

The nurses said
good job. They scrubbed and dressed him
before handing him to

science fiction film with an AI theme.

"I wonder if it's mere coincidence that the title is a Spoonerism of 'semen Deed""
—wertperch

This is the first AI-related film I can recall seeing, ad it deals with both the human hopes for and fear of, artificial intelligence. Hope because soon after being witched on, it develops a cure for leukemia, and fear, because it realises that humanity is failing and