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I think I'm going to start referring to myself as an Obama Democrat
Depressing and happy things Tim says, sometimes while drunk
Well, that last post was sort of random. Sorry about that. Navel gazing and what have you. Work yesterday was nearly intolerable, and I spent a lot of time wondering what the fuck I was doing, and why I was doing it. Anyway.
What makes you happy. What makes you get up in the morning, get out of bed, get dressed. What moves you forward, when lying down is easier. Makes your life interesting, makes your life worth living. What.
Well, in subscribing to my own RSS feed, I've noticed something. I seem to have a pathological fear of paragraph breaks. I mean, every one of my posts is one big paragraph. What's wrong with me?
Okay. I've supposedly set this blog up for RSS feeds, via FeedBurner. I don't know what you, the reader, have to do to subscribe or whatever. I hate getting involved with new technology, cuz there's this nebulous early stage where I'm wandering around in a fog, spouting technical terms without a complete understanding of their core principles. Stumbling. It's embarrassing.
I went to a signing by Neil Gaiman last night. In the pantheon of writers, I have this holy trinity in my head. William Gibson, Neil Gaiman, Tim Powers. China Mieville is crowbarring his way in, but so far those are still the big three. And as of last night, Powers is the only one I haven't met.
Postmillenialism: The belief that things will get better and better, until the kingdom of earth reaches a moral tipping point, triggering the return of Christ. Also called the stairway to heaven. Very popular in Victorian times, but not so much now. The 'post' implication in the title indicates that we're living the millenium now, and the actual reign of Christ will involve a recreation of this earth in the perfect image of God.
My boss just left for vacation. By my count, it's the ninth vacation he's taken this year. I have no idea why. When I say Vacation, I generally mean a break from work. If you go on Vacation, it implies that you have, at some point, been at Work, and were Working. Now, I'll grant you that my boss is frequently here, in the building. I might even be willing to concede that he does the occasional work. But it's occasional, and not exactly difficult.
On BoingBoing today, there was a link to some pictures of the dillapidated Heritage USA. For those of you unaware, HUSA was Jim Bakker's christian theme park, in the great wide plains of South Carolina. It's pretty much falling apart, and the pics are a great tour of something kitschy gone to seed. It reminded me of some stuff, though.
Well, I think I've managed to get past the cold thing. Yay.
That thing I said yesterday, about having vanquished the foul disease from my system? That was bullshit. I am still sick. I woke up yesterday feeling fit and fiddle and, you know, healthy. Two hours in this hellscape of an office and I was back down in mucus town. Today is hardly an improvement, though I feel better now than I did yesterday at this time.
Well, I've decided to try to restart my blog. Problem is, my old blog has been consumed by ye blogger. So I'm starting a blog here. And then I decided to have the word 'blog' (or words with the word 'blog' as their root, c.f. 'blogger') appear in the first paragraph of my blog at least eight times. So there you have it. Eight blogs. Nine.