Because I’m such a nice guy, I’m going to give you all a lame valuable algorithm for determining if you should friend someone or not. Naturally, it’s written in C++.

Read the functions

Doing a few L Jo journeys, it seems they are a lot like the trip an IP packet might take. When you start out, you are usually in a small journal without many friends (low bandwidth). You take fairly random routes out, sometimes passing through narrow channels, but eventually you get onto a journal with a lot of friends (a backbone), and from there you can get home in a few hops.

Journal list

I think I smell bad. I vaguely smell old sweat, but I can’t tell if it’s me or the office. Hmmm.

Boring Golf Stuff

I’ve only gotten four nominations for my 100th friend. How am I supposed to hold a legitemite contest with four contestants?

Get in your nominations soon!

I got bored and decided to go on an L Jo journey. The idea is here. Basically you go to a random journal, then keep going through friends until you get back to yourself. I was surprised that on my first trip I only had to go through four people. Here they are:

thecheesecake mangobaby strippedhalo flutterg then me.

Now I have to go comment on the three new people’s L Jos.

Update — Journey two:

This one sucked. I kept getting stuck in dead ends and loops. Grr.

Here’s a quick quote in case you don’t want to read the journey itinerary.

See the sights!

I’m taking nominations for my 100th friend now.

A short series of strange events. Coincidence? You be the judge:

When I had dinner at Panda last night the receipt had my name on it, even though I paid in cash.

I was going to ask my mom for my oldest sister’s email address, because I haven’t heard from her in awhile. Today she emailed me three times.

I was laying in bed this afternoon being lazy before work, and I was in that state where I’m not asleep but I’m still having dreams with my eyes open. I dreamed about calling someone on the phone, and my wife answered at work. Then the phone rings (in real life, not my dream) and it’s my wife calling from work.

The standard thinking about a song before it plays on the radio stuff.

I guess it’s not really too weird now that I look at it.

Okay, I made that last one friends only, because it was pretty cruel.