(gives Blogger the evil eye again)

Log in on the intro page, it takes you to another log in page where you put in the exact same information. Do this again. It finally stops thinking you put in the wrong password after the third try.

Y'know, I'm not an early adopter because I like waiting until they fix all the bugs.


As per my usual modus operandi, I am currently undergoing continuous subsurface angst. With a side order of emotional numbness and the occassional passing bout of hopelessness.

I don't think this is going to go away by itself despite all my attempts to think it into submission. On the other hand, I loathe the very idea of drugs which is all that going to a shrink will get me. I'm already taking St. John's Wort which helps with the plunges into utter despair I take at work, but this other thing is long term.

Help help, I'm having a midlife crisis and I can't get up.

I look at my podcast download stats and think, "Hey, at least 25 people every week think this stuff is worth the storage space and time to download it." That's got to count for something.

When I was a kid, I didn't need anybody to validate my imaginary friends.


My next youngest cousin David is getting married January 1st. Ann is getting a good deal. He's a good kid. I know. I'm his cousin.


I've managed 3 sessions at the gym this week, first time I've done my full schedule at the gym in about a month. It's a damn sight easier to do when you're watching cute JPL engineers angsting over why the parachutes and the air bags for the rovers aren't working on the iPod. What can I say? I'm a slut for brainy guys who fly things to other planets.


I promise the intellectual level of this blog will increase in the near future. Just don't ask me when.