Had to go over to the compound today for a bit of consultation. Showed Jimmy my “magic eyeball.” He’s not too thrilled with the idea of having to replace all the retinal scanners. When I told him they’re as popular as Gameboys in Shinjuku and all the hep cats have ’em on their keychains, well… he just about flipped.

Anyhow… I wasn’t there to rap with Jimmy. Gossard wanted my opinion on the enzyme micro-tracers they were field testing at Hot Topic. When the natural oils in a customer’s fingertips came in contact with the ink on their receipt, the tracers activated. Brilliant. Now I can watch little pulses of light move from Coronado down to the Pulse and then back to soccer mom’s house in the heights.